Land Battleship
Two nights later, a train slowly moved along the tracks into the Amelia Region. In the darkness, it looked quite different from ordinary trains.
At the very front of the train, two Rail Vehicle carrying some rails kept a certain distance from the train to ensure that there would be no problems with the railway.
Since the Resistance Organization began its intensive activities, various public facilities throughout the Amelia Region have been damaged, including the railway.
The railway system within the Amelia Region is essentially in a semi-discontinued state. Even if the Gefra people repair the railway early in the morning, the Resistance Organization will destroy it before nightfall.
The purpose of this was to prevent the Gefra from moving quickly through the region, thus avoiding the Resistance Organization from getting bogged down and surrounded when attacking certain targets.
Without the rapid transport capacity of trains, even if the fighting is slow, reinforcements won't arrive as quickly.
This method has proven effective, so people are more willing to disrupt the railway network between cities.
Somewhat surprisingly, the railways leading to other regions were not extensively damaged. This was partly because the Resistance Organization's superiors were not particularly interested in these railways, and partly because there was no point in destroying them.
The Gefra region is currently facing many problems, such as food shortages.
After the war Gefra people focused their development efforts on rebuilding cities. Reconstruction in rural areas lagged behind, and apart from a few areas that had begun to resume agricultural production, the major cities were not yet able to be self-sufficient in food.
This necessitates reliance on food imports, and the smooth operation of railways becomes the foundation for ensuring that people do not go hungry. Therefore, no one would disrupt this lifeline for the locals unless there is a significant incentive.
The train moved slowly. Haiyan and his men found a high vantage point nearby to observe the supply train. The occasional glimpses of light passing by the train in the darkness allowed them to only make out a general outline.
The stacked carriages were covered with tarpaulins, which was just the most basic measure to prevent heavy rain. After all, Amelia Region is located by the sea, and it rains here from time to time in the summer.
However, the contents inside these canvases seemed to be piled up too high, clearly exceeding the usual height, and the locomotive of this train was also quite unusual.
It was larger than any locomotive Haiyan and others had ever seen before, giving it a powerful feel. Although its wheels turned slowly, each turn was full of power.
"It seems there's nothing wrong..."
After observing for a while, Haiyan shared her opinion. "Perhaps this is their new type of train."
His tone carried a hint of envy and jealousy. Without experiencing war and the shame and humiliation of defeat, people cannot feel this urgency, this urgent desire to become strong!
A locomotive is also a powerful symbol, a symbol of industrial strength. If its technology surpasses that of the most advanced locomotives in other countries, then Gefra will once again lead other countries in land transport capacity.
When will we be able to have such scientific research capabilities? Haiyan pursed her lips and looked at the Chief Instructor beside her. The Chief Instructor was also a little unsure. The train moved slowly forward in the canyon below the hillside.
There were many Gefra soldiers escorting the train, and from his perspective, there was nothing wrong with it except that the locomotive was too long and too big, and perhaps the only odd thing was that the train was carrying too much cargo.
Just as they were still undecided, whether it was due to the carelessness of the Gefra people or the lack of carelessness of the soldiers responsible for binding the canvas, one of the ropes used to secure the canvas suddenly came loose.
In an instant, Haiyan clearly heard gasps of surprise coming from some places around him, but he didn't care who the other people with the same idea were. His gaze, and the gazes of everyone else, were focused on the first carriage of the train.
Mountains of weapons! Brand new weapons, boxes of ammunition, and medical samples! Even just a corner of the carriage was enough to make hearts race and blood boil! It was ridiculous that the Resistance Organization within the Amelia Region used almost exclusively Gefra weapons.
The Resistance Organization and the local rulers used the same type of weapons, and even came from the same arsenal.
It is said that Gefra Emperor has ordered the imprisonment of the owners of two military industrial enterprises, including a Viscount, but this still cannot solve the problem of a large amount of Gefra standard equipment flowing into the Amelia Region.
This led to an even more terrifying trend in the region, as both sides used weapons of the same standard, and in order to resupply, they sometimes had to attack the Gefra outposts or armories, which caused the hatred between the two sides to continue to escalate.
The people on the hillside knew very well that each box marked with a rifle contained ten brand-new weapons, and each tin can marked with bullets contained a full two thousand rounds of ammunition! There were also medical kits containing enough medicine to treat three to five wounded soldiers with moderate injuries.
These things were incredibly tempting to the Resistance Organization.
The officer, whose name was likely an officer, leaned out from the back of the train and shouted orders. The train slowly came to a stop, and the soldiers resumed tying the canvas ropes.
All of this gives people an irresistible temptation.
A gunshot shattered the tranquility of the night. A Gefra soldier fell to the ground, while the others scattered in panic, some even crawling under the train. A fierce attack erupted from the very beginning.
Some of the light-emitting bullets guided people to aim at their targets, and soon the Gefra people were forced into retreat and eventually disappeared into the night.
We won!
Haiyan clenched his fist, and just as he was about to lead his men down to enjoy the fruits of victory, the Chief Instructor suddenly grabbed him by the collar and slammed him to the ground.
The next second, the canvas covering the train carriages was lifted, and turrets appeared in front of people. This was no longer a supply transport vehicle, but a moving Land Battleship!
Suddenly, several searchlights lit up the middle of the train, turning the dark hillside into daylight in an instant, revealing every detail.
People raised their hands in shock to shield their eyes from the intense light, peering through their fingers at the constantly rotating cannons with fear, and then the end of the world arrived.
The powerful explosion was like a tragic symphony; all other sounds vanished in an instant, leaving only the deep roar of the cannons.
"Your Excellency, our plan has succeeded." More than a hundred kilometers away, the governor sat in his room with his eyes closed.
The record in the phonograph turned slowly, and the Roar, composed by the great composer Celes in his youth and middle age and described by Gefra Emperor as a "heart-stirring poem," resounded throughout the room.
That was not elegant and soothing music. In his youth and middle age, Celes was experiencing the darkest period of his life. His parents, wife and two children had all lost their lives in a plague, and only he and a few others escaped.
The entire town was littered with corpses, rotting, stinking, and turning into thick, foul-smelling liquid that flowed everywhere.
To prevent the plague from spreading beyond the town, the Gefra government dispatched an army division to quarantine the entire town, prohibiting anyone from entering or leaving.
In the midst of this extreme oppression and despair, Celes, on the verge of collapse, used music to express his anger, 《Resistance》, questioning, and roar towards fate and life!
The deep bass voice seemed to emanate from the depths of the throat, from the soul, making one feel a sense of insignificance in the face of fate, a sense of resentment at one's own powerlessness, and a sense of awe! The governor closed his eyes, tilted his head slightly, and his hands sometimes stretched out in a soothing rhythm, and sometimes clenched into fists.
The officers at the door dared not disturb the governor, and stood there quietly until the last sound disappeared into the air.
"Hoo..." The governor opened his eyes, his gaze sharp. A servant brought him a warm towel, which he picked up and covered his face with, wiping it.
This is his habit: after enjoying the music, he applies a hot compress to his face, which allows him to completely relax.
After a while, he removed his face towel, stood up, walked to the desk, sat down, and looked up at the officer in the doorway. "Did we win?"
The officer's feet were pressed tightly together, the metal heels of his boots striking each other with a crisp sound. "Yes, sir, news has come from the front that more than four hundred mutilated corpses have been found, and only a small number of enemies have escaped."
This might be the first time such a brilliant victory has been achieved since the Resistance Organization began, but the governor showed no joy. He even shook his head, "No, this is not a victory. Our war has only just begun..."
He paused for a moment, then issued an order, "Notify all departments to closely monitor the flow of medical resources, strengthen management, and begin continuous random checks on household situations..."
This was not a victory, the governor knew very well; they could even say they had lost, because they had to send the Empire's secret weapons to the Amelia Region.
That weapon was originally intended to be used to advance the front lines in the next war, but it has been exposed far too early!
It is a disgrace, a failure, but also a last resort.
If the situation here cannot be brought under control soon, the entire region will quickly become even more out of control, and Gefra's sovereignty may be confined to a few major cities.
After all, this is not Gefra's homeland, and every non- Gefra person on this land could be an enemy!
They are trapped deep in the enemy's lair; the real war has only just begun!
However, he was confident of winning the war because he had the support of one of the world's most powerful military nations. That was his confidence!