A line of tiny red text kept flashing on the monitor, as if warning them of something.
"Looks like a malfunction warning. Do you recognize these characters?" Liao Xing asked.
"No," Gu Qingshan replied.
"Then how are we supposed to know what's wrong?" Liao Xing said, shaking his head.
"This structure... At least the basic design is the same as what we have back home. Try turning it on," Gu Qingshan suggested.
"Fair enough." Liao Xing began operating it.
The tank immediately belched thick smoke. It struggled forward for several meters, then stopped dead in its tracks.
Clink, clank, clink, clank—
Crash!
Outside, it seemed a whole pile of parts had broken off the tank and scattered across the ground.
"..." Liao Xing.
"...That's going to make repairs even harder..." Gu Qingshan mused.
"Damn it. With a malfunction this bad, I'll need to find some tools." Liao Xing rolled up his sleeves and started to climb out.
"Wait—" Gu Qingshan said.
He darted outside, then quickly reappeared in the tank's cab.
"The man-eating ghosts have broken in," he said quietly.
Liao Xing immediately sat back down and searched the control panel with both hands, looking for a command he could use.
Outside, screams rang out one after another.
Someone cried, "Hurry, shut the door! Close the air-raid shelter door!"
Rumble, rumble—
The door shrieked as it began to close.
"It's too late," Gu Qingshan said regretfully.
One after another, shadowy figures rushed into the air-raid shelter, biting anyone they saw.
Gunfire erupted.
More people retreated toward the second door.
Liao Xing grew frantic and shouted,
"Damn it, I can't make heads or tails of these symbols and characters! How are we supposed to fix this damn tank? At least get it to the second door!"
"Given the situation, the only