How to enter the battlefield, retain advantage and then expand it, is quite troublesome.

A commander proposed the idea of building defensive structures on-site. They could have engineers utilize some buildings to construct some fortifications, like nailing a peg in the city, using the defensive structure as a springboard to expand outward.

This approach has no inherent problems, but the only drawback is that it’s too slow. Constructing defensive structures takes time; by the time they are stable and then expand outwards, a few days or even a week could have passed.

They need to capture a city, not a stronghold, so this idea clearly isn’t very suitable here.

Compared to such a slow approach, some commanders still prefer finding ways to destroy the enemy’s equipment capable of shooting down planes, followed by saturation bombing.

Erasing the entire city from the map removes any problems.

During the discussion, there was a knock on the command vehicle’s door, followed by a salute from a first-level field employee outside, who said, "The transport convoy from the rear has arrived. A commander needs to come over to sign off."

"Supplies?"

One commander looked at the others, "Who applied for a supply supplement?"

The current frontline command method is still a collective decision-making process, to give the commanders inserted by the military a sense of participation.

But for important decisions, they are made by the company’s people, including things like requesting bombing or using special munitions.

Applying for supplies doesn’t require high clearance, but right now there’s no lack of any supplies, so there’s no hurry to apply.

The other commanders were also bewildered, none of them applied for anything, finally, a level three commander from the Amelia Region stood up and got off the command vehicle.

They have the highest rank and the greatest power.

Just when he reached the supply trucks, he was stunned by what he saw in front of him.

They were extremely large transport vehicles, not the traditional kind of supply trucks, lorries.

Behind the massive cab were only trailers, on which were parked something he had never seen before, a very unconventional armored vehicle.

It had the chassis of most armored vehicles, but it also had a "lid" that other armored vehicles did not have, one that looked like a turtle shell, with a gun barrel protruding from the front.

"Is that a gun barrel?" he asked, holding the paperwork, to the person responsible for transportation.

The person nodded, "Yes, it is a gun barrel."

"Can it fire?" the commander asked again.

"Yes, it can fire."

Such a definitive answer made the commander excited; they were just discussing how to effectively establish a zone of occupation and construct defensive structures, and now these things had just arrived in the rear.

Honestly, it’s very timely! 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Its value is greater than that of aircraft because it can effectively provide reliable defensive strength for the occupation zone.

Not afraid of bullets, and perhaps it might fear explosions, but it seemed like its speed wouldn’t be too slow, and it also had strong firepower, which would pose a serious threat to the enemy.

The strategy of expanding advantage could work out!

He quickly signed the documents, confirming the receipt of... he glanced at the number, fifteen fighting vehicles.

He then excitedly returned to the command vehicle, relaying what he saw here.

Soon enough, suddenly, the commanders couldn’t sit still. They all headed to the parking site to view the tanks parked on the ground, each with an expression of excitement.

At the same time, engineers and drivers from the company who came with the tanks also reported to the commanders. They would teach the soldiers how to use these things.

They would also observe the use of these tanks on the front lines to provide the necessary basis for subsequent improvements.

Even the Ministry of Defense’s military observers added two more people, seemingly specifically for these tanks.

Subsequently, commanders began looking for employees with driving experience and those who had served in artillery units...

The next day, the commander unexpectedly gave everyone a "day off." People needed to familiarize themselves with the usage of these tanks.

At the same time, the commanders needed to enhance their understanding of tank tactical ideas, as the "Product Manual" that came with these tanks provided some guidance on tank and infantry coordinated operations.

It is said that this guidance was completed solely by Mr. Lynch!

A calm day allowed both sides’ taut nerves to relax a bit. The Federation people curiously surrounded those tanks, while the Mariluos and Malolis holding the city leisurely drank wine and ate barbecue.

On the third day, before dawn, on the roof of a four-story building near the city’s edge, a prone local person observed through a telescope everything outside the city perimeter.

This job was dull and tedious; his comrade had been holding out all night, and now it was his turn.

Yesterday he was also lying here for most of the day. The unchanging scenery of the wild easily made people feel bored, tedious, and thus a sense of lethargy arose.

At this time, the sky was just turning light, not fully bright yet, visibility was still poor.

Just as he was yawning, wondering if the Federation would not attack today or if they had given up, he noticed a glimmer of light.

He looked carefully, seeing a large number of Federation troops and several things resembling vehicles, rushing towards the edge of the city.

He shouted loudly, and then everyone in the four-story small building was startled awake. Radio waves began to frequently transmit outward, signals were passing through each phone line, and the entire city seemed to awaken instantly—becoming fierce and terrifying!

The warlord’s minor leader also awakened from the rear. He put on the Major’s uniform, went to the rooftop, and picked up binoculars to observe the distance but actually saw nothing.

He cursed the Federation for disturbing his sweet dreams while ordering breakfast to be prepared.

In his view, today would be just like any other, with the Federation breaking in, and then being driven out after nightfall, without anything else happening.

It’s not that he looked down on the Federation; they simply lacked the courage to sacrifice, not even matching the soldiers of their warlords.

At least the soldiers of the warlords dared to resist and sacrifice. They would give everything for their mission, not just fight briefly and then run away.

But the subsequent artillery fire left the warlord leader stunned.

The Federation had bombarded before, but the effect was poor—the soldiers were spread out, with each building often having only three to five people.

Dozens or hundreds of shells coming in were meaningless, except for destroying some buildings, they didn’t effectively kill their soldiers.

In the end, the Federation voluntarily gave up.

Unexpectedly, they were firing again now!

The warlord leader chuckled and continued eating breakfast.

But he didn’t know that this time the shelling was not from field artillery, but from those battle tanks.

Ryan shook his head, watching a three-story small building opposite being demolished, revealing a slight smile.

During the attack, what they encountered most were various snipers.

These people were hidden at the doors of buildings, behind windows, anywhere imaginable and unimaginable.

They quietly observed everything outside. You might not even notice them, but they would have already spotted you and fired a shot.

Often, they were trapped inside a building, fighting back against the outside. Without eliminating certain enemies, advancing was difficult.

But now the situation was different; the appearance of tanks could easily destroy buildings perceived to harbor enemies.

Collapsed houses could crush all enemies inside, instantly clearing a stubborn point, playing a crucial role in advancing urban warfare.

While rear artillery support was also useful, those guns couldn’t accurately hit a specific house, only saturate a coordinate, wasting shells heavily.

There was no one who didn’t think about taking field artillery to battle, but what if the opponent seized them?

This meant their encampment must continue to retreat, prolonging the distance and time of the attack.

But now it’s different; these tanks could effectively hit a targeted object with a single shell, improving efficiency, reducing costs, and accelerating speed, doubling advancement speed.

Ryan shook off dust from his head caused by the vibration during shelling, crouching with his comrades to advance quickly in a haze.

The frontline was slowly and effectively advancing into the city, with these tanks besides destroying buildings, effectively killing enemies, their more critical role was in observation.

Wherever there were shooters, for tanks appearing on the streets, there were hardly any observation blind spots.

With the cooperation of some infantry, this attack’s efficiency far exceeded previous ones.

Then the second batch of personnel entered the city. These people would conduct a second cleanup of all buildings in occupied areas.

All cleaned and deemed safe houses would have their doors and windows nailed shut—an experience learned from past battles.

If encountering some difficult houses to clear, they would be destroyed on site.

Meanwhile, the second batch of bombers was flying from within the Federation to the temporary airport at the Federation and Mariluo border.

This time, the second batch of bombers would fly higher, carry more weight, and perform better.

Money is always the first driving force of technology, this saying couldn’t be more accurate.

With a huge bonus incentive, everyone in the Flight Research Institute instantly achieved wealth freedom.

Five percent of the bonus meant that their team, less than a hundred in size, would receive no less than twenty million in bonuses, and this bonus would last a long time.

Stimulated by this money, researchers no longer settled for current circumstances. Without Lynch pressuring them, they began exploiting themselves voluntarily.

High-intensity work, apart from sleeping and resting was all work, with almost no recreational time.

To such an extent that Lynch had to ask the Chief Engineer to arrange some entertainment occasionally for relaxation, to prevent them from exhausting their brains.

Under these circumstances, the project’s research was advancing at an astonishing speed.