Lynn's enemies now faced this problem.
No matter how they attacked, they couldn't damage the tank.
They couldn't even scratch it.
And the tank's firepower was fierce.
Extremely fierce!
Lynn was thrilled this time.
Yes, this was how a transmigrator was supposed to crush the opposition.
Thinking things through was such a pain.
"We've temporarily solved the energy problem, so we can produce more of these tanks."
"But they still need some improvements."
"Later, we'll build more factories to manufacture tanks. After the war, we can use them to make tractors and cars, too."
The tanks at the front continued advancing.
They moved at a leisurely pace, steam roaring from their rear and belching clouds of hot white vapor as they let out a strange train-like whistle: "Woo!"
Onward they went,
their roaring engines like the shrieks of the Grim Reaper.
The 75 Cannon had been useless for direct fire from a thousand meters away. Its accuracy was limited, and it was hard to find targets.
But tanks were different.
They brought their firepower within a few hundred meters before opening fire.
The conscripted civilians the enemy had rallied were powerless to resist.
They couldn't even get close enough to use their hot explosives.
Active Defense was just too overpowered!
A unit protected by an ordinary Sixth Order shield could be attacked after being hit by an explosive pack.
Once the enemy's shield shattered, the blast wave would hit them, too. It would take several seconds before they could cast a new spell.
But this was a thing made of steel.
Even if it broke, it was still hard as hell.
The tank's front was thicker than any armor an ordinary person could wear.
Even if they could wear it, it would restrict their movement.
Could anyone imagine wearing a