My hotel is full of emperors throughout history.

"certainly!"

Vasily immediately demonstrated, deftly loading the ammunition belt and pointing to a birch tree as thick as a bowl in the distance.

"Try it and you'll see, this thing can snap a tree trunk in two!"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Gaoxu excitedly lay down on the ground, gripping the machine gun with one hand and placing the other hand in front of the trigger.

Then, he looked at the man in camouflage.

"We can begin."

The man in camouflage spoke.

Zhu Gaoxu nodded, then looked seriously into the distance.

In an instant, that arrogant and conceited air vanished, replaced by the fierce edge of a battlefield warrior.

"Rat-a-tat ...

The scorching bullets poured out like a torrential rain, the ammunition belt rapidly feeding, making a crisp "clattering" sound. The enormous recoil struck his shoulder like a heavy hammer, making his arm numb, but he managed not to let the muzzle of the gun deviate even slightly.

The birch trees in the distance were instantly devastated. Their trunks, as thick as bowls, were riddled with bullet holes. Wood chips mixed with frozen soil flew everywhere, and the bark was torn apart, revealing the pale wood underneath.

Just seconds later, a crisp "crack" echoed across the open field as the entire tree snapped in half, crashing to the ground with its branches and leaves, kicking up clouds of dust.

As the gunfire abruptly ceased, Zhu Gaoxu slowly released the trigger, wiped the gunpowder ash from his face, grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, his eyes filled with wild excitement.

"That's exhilarating! This is what a real weapon of mass destruction looks like! A hundred times more satisfying than Father's precious bow!"

Old Zhu stood aside, watching him like this, and couldn't help but smile, but then he put on a stern face and scolded him.

"You reckless brat! If you hadn't kept your balance, you might have been flipped over by the recoil!"

Although he was cursing, he couldn't hide the praise in his eyes—this kid, after all, had been to the battlefield and hadn't disgraced the Zhu family.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Di, who was standing nearby, beamed with delight.

No wonder he's his son!

That kind of heroic spirit is just like him!

Vasily stared, his eyes wide with amazement.

He originally thought Zhu Gaoxu was just a pampered young master, but he never expected that once he touched a machine gun, he would have such a steady, accurate and ruthless style.

That fierce determination honed on the battlefield is something that ordinary rich kids can't possess.

Sergei was secretly alarmed. He quietly tugged at Lavasily's sleeve and whispered in Russian.

"These people have definitely come from the battlefield; they're not ordinary people, so..."

Sergei gave Vasily a look.

Vasily snapped out of his daze and clapped his hands repeatedly.

"This gentleman's marksmanship is truly superb! This PKM machine gun is just that powerful; it can penetrate both infantry groups and light armor!"

Zhu Gaoxu chuckled.

"No problem! No problem!"

"It seems that ordinary goods are indeed not up to your standards, gentlemen."

Vasily took a deep breath and glanced at the group again.

After a moment of silence, he spoke quickly in Russian into the walkie-talkie hanging on his shoulder.

"It's time to show you what real good stuff is!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a roar of a diesel engine starting up came from deep within the field!

"Boom—!!!"

Then came the loud clanging of metal tracks rubbing and rolling!

Under the shadow of the covering, the massive silhouette began to move, the canvas being lifted and then slipped down.

Zhu Yuanzhang and the others had already been drawn to this, and they all gasped in surprise.

The first thing that catches the eye is a thick, long cannon barrel pointing diagonally towards the sky, its cold, metallic sheen gleaming in the morning light. Below the barrel is a massive vehicle with sharp angles, covered in mottled winter camouflage.

A Model T tank rolled over the frozen clods of earth and weeds, leaving deep tracks in its tracks, and finally came to a stop with a roar in the open space not far from the crowd.

The diesel engine was idling, emitting a dull and continuous "putt-putt" sound, and a thin layer of blue smoke was coming out of the exhaust pipe, carrying a strong smell of fuel.

Before everyone could fully recover from the shock of the tank, the sound of tracks came from the other side again!

A slightly smaller, but more compact BMP-1 infantry fighting vehicle, equipped with a small turret and a coaxial machine gun on its roof, also broke through the cover, turned nimbly, and stopped behind the tank.

The emperors all paused in their breathing.

Even though they were used to seeing thousands of troops, building the Great Wall, and commanding fleets of warships, they still couldn't help but tremble in the face of this thing.

Chen Mo was the same.

This was the first time he had ever been so close to this thing.

Even though they were all old things from many years ago, they still impressed him greatly.

Zhu Yuanzhang squinted, his gaze sharp as a knife, scraping inch by inch across the angled front armor and thick tracks of the tank.

"This iron turtle...it's even more real than it looks on the screen! How thick is that sheet metal? How far can that long tube shoot? What kind of bullets does it carry?"

Zhu Di and his son Zhu Gaochi were so excited that they almost pounced on them.

Zhu Di touched the cold body of the BMP-1, then jumped up to look inside the turret.

"Can this small one really run and fight? How many people can sit inside? Can the cannon and machine gun both be used?"

Vasily chuckled as he saw the expressions on the faces of the emperors.

He stepped forward, patted the T-62's hard frontal armor hard, making a dull "thump" sound, and said loudly.

"Gentlemen! This is the real man's toy! A 115mm smoothbore gun that can penetrate most armor at two kilometers away! The BMP-1 can transport infantry and provide fire support!..."

He drawled out his words, revealing a seductive smile.

"Would you like to experience it?"

The group nodded.

Vasily grinned and made a gesture to his men in the cockpit.

The subordinate immediately nodded and skillfully operated the turret. The 115mm smoothbore gun slowly sank and accurately locked onto a birch forest 300 meters away—where a dozen or so trees, each as thick as a bowl, grew densely, their sparse branches swaying in the wind.

"Gentlemen, look carefully!"

After Vasily finished speaking, he put on his earmuffs.

"Ready—"

After saying that, he suddenly waved his hand.

"Fire!!"

The instant the command was issued—

A brief but intensely bright reddish-orange light suddenly exploded from the tank's cannon!

The sound arrived at the same moment the light flashed!

"boom----!!!!!!"

A visible shockwave followed the sound, whipping up a large amount of snow, dust, and grass clippings from the ground in front of the tank, forming a rapidly spreading, grayish-white concentric ring that suddenly surged outwards.

In the distant birch forest, a blinding flash of light suddenly erupted, accompanied by a muffled thud that shattered eardrums. Soil and wood chips flew like a torrential rain, creating a large crater in the ground, and thick smoke billowed up, lingering for a long time.

silence.

It wasn't that there was no sound, but rather that after the extreme roar, all that remained in my ears was a sharp whistling sound and emptiness.

No one speaks.

Everyone stood frozen behind their bunkers, staring blankly at the rising plume of smoke in the distance, before slowly shifting their gaze back to the tank that had just roared.

The venue fell silent for a few seconds.

Zhu Yuanzhang was the first to make a move.

He raised his hand and stiffly wiped away the snow splashed on his face. His throat bobbed as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't make a sound immediately.

He wasn't unfamiliar with cannons, but compared to this iron tortoise in front of him, their power was child's play.

"This...this is...the might of conquest in later generations? The power of a single cannon shot can reach this level?!"

Old Zhu murmured, his voice a little hoarse.

Liu Che slowly exhaled a breath he had been holding for a long time, his chest heaving.

His face was a little pale, but the light in his eyes was as bright as a cold star.

"My God..."

Zhu Di finally found his voice, but it was trembling.

He grabbed Zhu Gaoxu, who was equally stunned, and shook him violently.

"Did you see that?! Gao Xu! Did you see that?! Just this once! Just this once! What city walls, what military formations, they're all trash!"

Zhu Gaoxu nodded vigorously, his eyes wide open, muttering repeatedly.

"Worth it...this trip was fucking worth it..."

Vasily and Sergei got up from behind the bunker, brushing the dust off their bodies.

"How is it, gentlemen?"

Vasily's face once again broke into that smile that mixed pride and a sales pitch.

"That sound, pretty powerful, right?"

After saying that, he rubbed his fingers together and whispered.

"So... how many would you all like to buy?"