Qian Xunji followed Murong Huai to the end of the factory, where a crystal-stone door stood. Murong Huai pressed a concealed button, and the door slowly opened.
The two of them went inside, and the door shut behind them. Only Mo Heng was there. He was bent over a workbench, designing parts by hand, utterly engrossed.
A huge blueprint was posted on the wall behind him, depicting something enormous. Mo Heng glanced up at the two of them and nodded, then returned to his work, focusing on crafting the intricate parts in his hands.
Murong Huai led Qian Xunji to the wall and pointed at the thing on the blueprint. In a low voice, he said:
"Senior Brother, this is the most powerful weapon of war I've been preparing—the king of land warfare, the tank!"
That was right. The thing drawn on the wall was a torrent of steel: a tank. It was only the most basic kind, without any sophisticated electronic equipment. They hadn't even figured out how to make a radio yet.
So far, they had only managed to produce a few ordinary parts. They hadn't even made the tracks.
"The king of land warfare? But it's such a huge weapon, and so cumbersome. How is it supposed to kill the enemy?" Qian Xunji asked, staring at the behemoth drawn on the blueprint.
At that, Murong Huai explained, "Let me put it this way, Senior Brother. You can think of it as a Red Barbarian Cannon that can move quickly. And it has extremely powerful defenses."
"A Red Barbarian Cannon that can move quickly? How fast?"
Murong Huai thought for a moment. "Hmm... It won't be as fast as a warhorse, but it can reach sixty or seventy percent of a horse's speed. The tank's advantage is that