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Chapter 577 It's a Real Tank! (Third Update!)

Leng Yun's suggestion left Guo Song speechless. It was a last resort, since he had nothing to offer.

If the navy had 11 aircraft carrier fleets, if the army had dozens of overseas bases, and if the air force had hundreds or thousands of fourth-generation fighter jets, who would bother with this?

Just beat him to death!
He sighed deeply and said softly, "I'll do as you said. I'll go find Lin Yi and have him collect the relevant data so that other research institutes in the country can use it directly."

"This can be considered an upgrade!"

"I have a lot going on over there, so I'll head back now. Just give me a call if you need anything!"

Guo Song came in a hurry, left a few words, and then left in a hurry.

After he left, Leng Yun picked up the document again, her fingers slowly tracing over the photos and data.

He carefully reviewed everything again, then stood up, walked to the map beside him, and placed his finger in the northwest direction.

He tapped it firmly at the end, letting out a low chuckle:

"Iron Torrent!"

"I wonder what will happen when the steel torrents of the old era meet the steel torrents of the new era?"

After asking the question, he gently shook his head, answering the question himself:
"Let's forget about it, war would be too much trouble!"

After answering his own question, he returned to the table, picked up the document, but this time, his expression was unusually relaxed, and he even adopted a nonchalant, almost evasive, demeanor.

"I was admiring the mountain view from the city tower when I heard a commotion outside the city..."

Meanwhile, Guo Song returned to his office and promptly called Lin Yi, relaying Leng Yun's thoughts to him.

He left with the final words, "Collect more data," and then hung up.

Yellow Chestnut Tree Training Base.

Standing atop the hill, feeling the chill of February wind, Lin Yi held his phone and chuckled softly, "It's truly a pity that even a skilled cook can't cook without rice!"

After expressing his feelings, he put his phone in his pocket, turned around and walked to a corner, took out another phone, and called Sall, who was far away in Saudi Arabia.

When the call connected, Saller sounded sickly, as if he had been staying up too late.

After exchanging pleasantries, Lin Yi went straight to the point: "The first tank is finished and has passed testing. Its performance is excellent. The second and third tanks will be ready soon. You can arrange for a plane to come and transport your beloved Tank Lady!"

"I have to go now!"

Without giving Saller any chance to ask questions, Lin Yi hung up the phone, turned around, got into the car with Kang Xiaozhen, and drove down the mountain.

When they were almost at the base, they found that Xu Youtang was still on the road. Kang Xiaozhen stopped the car and took the stubborn guy with him.

Kang Xiaozhen, sitting in the front, drove while turning back to ask:
"Why are you walking so slowly? I heard that in the military region's big skills competition, 5 kilometers only takes about ten minutes, but it's been more than half an hour for you!"

Xu Youtang awkwardly turned his head, looked out the window, and stammered, "I...I'm not good at running!"

It was only then that Lin Yi and Kang Xiaozhen noticed that he was covered in mud.

He probably fell while going down the mountain!
The two looked ahead without saying a word, pretending not to see anything.

Despite the chilly February winds and the setting sun, the air was filled with laughter and joy.

…………

Riyadh, Saudi Arabia.

Saller held his phone, unable to react for a long time. Finally, after listening to the recording, he confirmed that the tanks Lin Yi had mentioned, which were supposed to be completed in June, were now finished.

And it has already passed testing; all you need to do is arrange for a plane to go there and get the goods over.

This……

So the time mentioned earlier was just something you made up, and you were just waiting for me to be the one who got scammed?
Although he was complaining in his heart, Salle's body was honest. He turned around and found his older brother in the palace to tell him the news.

Upon receiving this news, Saeed's bitter face immediately broke into a beaming smile.

During this period, Israel has been putting pressure on the border and causing trouble. Meanwhile, America, presumably having received information from a Russian mole, confirmed that Sall's trip to Russia did not result in any substantial agreements with the Russian side, so she simply stood by and watched.

They have never paid attention to Israel.

Without America's restraint, Israel became even more unscrupulous, even sailing their ships into Saudi territorial waters on several occasions.

And those bastards in Jordan actually agreed to let the Israeli army pass through.

Now, these tanks from Xiaomi Heavy Industry are precisely at this critical juncture, giving Saudi Arabia a much-needed boost.

Don't you, America, think you're the best in the world?
Don't you think it's impossible for others to sell good equipment?
Now, the best equipment has arrived!

Having calmed himself down, Sayyid looked at Sal and said very seriously:
"Wait two days before you go. Go in a big show, let the whole world know that we've gotten a fourth-generation tank from China!"

"After you arrive, I will have Musa travel to America at the same time for a state visit."

"Any normal person would feel pressure and then compromise!"

Seeing his older brother's confident demeanor, Sall cautiously asked, "What if they're not normal people? I think America, that black president, is one."

"Could a normal person have done those things before?"

The two rhetorical questions left Said speechless. Frustrated, he closed his eyes and waved his hand forcefully: "Get out of here right now and go bring the tank back!"

"By the way, if the tank doesn't have air conditioning or a refrigerator, don't bring it back!"

"Received!" Salle was unusually serious. He raised his hand and saluted, mimicking Musa's usual gesture, before turning and leaving.

Following Saeed's instructions, he first spread the news, and after a day and a half, he packed his things and headed to China.

When he left Saudi Arabia, he also called Russia and asked the Russians in charge of leasing the plane to fly it directly to Suzhou.

Moscow, Russia.

Upon receiving the message from Sall, the Volga-Dnepr Group headquarters, without hesitation, forwarded the message directly to the Russian Ministry of Defense.

Volga Dnepr Group is Russia's main civilian AN124 operator, providing commercial leasing services, but the relevant contracts need to be submitted to the Russian government for approval.

This was a task directly assigned by the President, so the Russian Ministry of Defense did not approve the contract but was responsible for overseeing it.

Upon receiving the message from the Volga-Dnepr Group, Defense Minister Igor smiled and immediately relayed the message to President Mijelavlovich, while also sending a reply to the Volga-Dnepr Group.

Tell them to get the plane ready; a Russian Aerospace Forces pilot will fly it and transport the cargo.

Then take the opportunity to record relevant data on the plane.

They acted swiftly; in less than three hours, three crews totaling 18 men from the Russian Aerospace Forces replaced the pilots of the Volga Dnepr Group, flying three An-124 aircraft southeast. Onboard, the navigator held the mission briefing, looked at the map, and finally frowned.

After carefully checking the mission report for a long time, he turned to look at the captain beside him:

Is the airport we're heading to called Suzhou Zanwu Airport?

"Look at the mission instructions!"

"I saw it, and that's why I asked you!"

"Why!"

"Because this airport is located in the Yangtze River Delta region, which is a coastal area. As far as I know, there are no military bases or military equipment manufacturing facilities nearby. We are certain that this is a shipment of military equipment?"

Upon hearing this explanation, the captain snatched the mission manual, opened it, read the string of difficult-to-pronounce words twice, stared at the map for a long time, and then slapped the mission manual back into the navigator's hands.
"Just follow the mission instructions. As long as you don't take us to India or Europe, that's fine, understand?"

After receiving confirmation from the captain, the navigator turned around and kept checking the map and latitude and longitude coordinates to verify the aircraft's current position.

An An-124 aircraft, when empty and fully fueled, has a range of 12000 to 15000 kilometers.

Therefore, the formation of these three An-124 aircraft did not refuel at all, and went directly to Suzhou after taking off from Moscow.

After a flight of more than ten hours, the three planes landed at Suzhou Zanwu Airport. The airport had already been notified, and the ground staff naturally led the three planes to the tarmac to wait.

Xiaomi Heavy Industry.

Lin Yi walked ahead, with Saler following closely behind. The two entered the workshop together, where three tanks lay quietly on the production line.

Next to it were packed ammunition.

Pointing to the tanks and ammunition, Lin Yi calmly explained:
"Each tank comes with 300 armor-piercing discarding sabot rounds and 300 high-explosive anti-personnel rounds."

"If you need extra ammunition, that will cost extra."

"..." Upon hearing that there were only 600 rounds of ammunition in total, Saller trembled with anger. Just as he was about to say something, Lin Yi handed him his phone.

On the phone, a video was playing.

The video footage is exactly the explosion scene filmed at the Huanglishu training base.

The explosions, one after another, echoed across the hilltop, each explosion followed by a flash of light.

In the end, a layer of the entire mountain was blasted away, and the once barren mountaintop was now covered with craters.

Above the ammunition pit, someone was holding a measuring tape, the clearly marked dimensions on it sending chills down one's spine.

After watching the video, Salle chuckled and handed the phone back to Lin Yi, pointing to the ammunition:
"Give me an extra 1000 rounds of each type of ammunition for each tank. By the way, what is the lifespan of your gun barrels?"

Lin Yi held up two fingers with his right hand: "10000 shots!"

"We fired 60 rounds at the first tank. We didn't test the next two, but the data shouldn't be too different."

"An armor-piercing discarding sabot round costs $3000, and a high-explosive anti-personnel round costs $2000. Are you sure you want to buy it?"

"Buy it! Don't make it sound like I can't afford ammunition!" Saller waved his hand and turned to walk towards the tank. With the guidance of several engineers, he struggled to climb onto the tank and then crawled inside through the hatch.

In less than a few seconds, he poked his head out of the cabin door: "No air conditioning? No refrigerator?"

These two questions made everyone present turn to look at him, and after only two seconds, they turned their attention to Lin Yi.

Lin Yi rolled his eyes, walked to the tank, climbed up, and crawled into the compartment.

He then pointed to the wall to the right of the tank commander and to the left of the gunner, "See this door-like thing?"

"Behind each of these doors is a small refrigerator, which can hold fruit, drinks, and food."

"As for air conditioning, just look at the vents above your head. It's so hot in the Middle East, how could I not provide you with air conditioning?"

He then used his commander's authority to start the tank and turned the air conditioning to the highest setting. In an instant, the air conditioning started working, and the cold air blew directly onto Saler through the vents, making him feel cold all over.

"This air conditioner is awesome!" he exclaimed, then turned his face toward the air conditioner vent, the cold air blowing against his face distorting his features.

He shivered, hugging his arms, and quickly shouted, "Turn it off! It's too cold!"

After turning on the air conditioning, he finally had time to pay attention to the driver's seat in front of him.

As a Saudi prince, he had entered the driver's cab of the Abrams tank. He once thought the driver's cab of the Abrams tank was amazing, but now when he recalls those scenes, he only feels that they are somewhat outdated.

Instead of attempting to operate it, he crawled out of the hatch, placed his hands on the hatchway, looked ahead for a few minutes, and then turned back to look at Lin Yi, who was crawling out of another hatch:
"Load it onto the truck, I need to get it back right away!"

Lin Yi was pleased to escape his rambling, jumped off the tank, and then called to the workers and engineers:
"Load it!"

The trucks transporting the tanks were already prepared. At a command, the tanks slowly drove out of the workshop and onto the trucks. The corresponding ammunition was also loaded into special ammunition boxes and loaded onto other trucks.

After loading was completed, the long convoy set off for Suzhou Airport.

airport.

The moment the convoy set off, the news reached the three flight crews from Russia, who were eager to see what kind of deadly weapon it was.

We waited and waited, and finally the convoy drew near.

Looking at what was covered by the tricolor striped cloth, they grew increasingly excited, for they were about to discover a secret.

A secret that could disrupt the Middle East.

As they waited, the truck stopped, and the tricolor tarpaulin was lifted to reveal three uniquely designed tanks.

Upon seeing the tank, the three crew members looked at each other in disbelief. They rubbed their eyes and looked at the truck again.

Tanks!

As they looked at the tank again, it started up and slowly moved toward the rear hatch of the An-124, eventually driving into the engine room.

As a cargo plane, there was a cargo dispatcher in the crew who was responsible for directing the loading and unloading of various goods. He quickly ran into the cabin to coordinate the tanks, as well as their parts and ammunition.

Once the engine compartment was full, he walked up to the tank and patted it hard.

My hands hurt!
It's a real tank!

The three cargo dispatchers returned to their respective crews, reported their findings, and a few minutes later, the message was relayed back to Moscow from the plane:

"It's a real tank!"

(End of this chapter)