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"Buried...buried? Your Highness, this...this is like divine soldiers descending from the heavens!"

A captain couldn't help but cry out, his eyes instantly reddening.

"It led us through the enemy's camp, impervious to arrows, and invincible! Even... even if it can't move now, we should find a way to transport it back to Chang'an so His Majesty and the world can see it..."

"That's right!"

Li Gan also looked reluctant to part.

He hasn't spent much time with this car, but he's developed a deep affection for it.

"Is there really no other way? Even just getting it to move and slowly walk back would be fine."

The artisan leader bowed even deeper.

"General, you are wise... The intricate and complex mechanisms within this object far exceed our imagination. Our previous forced crossing of the ravine likely damaged the very mechanisms that transmit power. Even with complete blueprints, specialized tools, and sufficient time to disassemble and examine it, repair would be extremely difficult. Furthermore, this object is incredibly heavy; dragging it by oxen or horses across this grassland would be akin to a tortoise's pace, becoming a hindrance and potentially giving the enemy an opportunity to exploit it..."

Another veteran craftsman added.

"General, this is a work of nature, not something that can be easily controlled or repaired by ordinary forces. If we force it, it will likely cause even greater damage. Perhaps... perhaps we should preserve its original form."

Li Gan closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

The meaning couldn't be clearer: it can't be repaired, and it can't be towed away.

Then... we can only bury them.

He walked around the completely broken-down car, B.

The massive steel vehicle, covered in mud, grass clippings, and blackened bloodstains, appeared remarkably silent under the grassland sun, a stark contrast to its previous roaring and charging prowess.

Li Gan reached out and patted the cold, hard armor plate, making a dull sound. After letting out a deep sigh, he turned his back.

"Bury it!"

Liu Ju was equally reluctant, but looking at the armored truck covered in blood...

He can't bring this to future generations to cultivate!

You can't carry it into the next generation to cultivate, and you can't cultivate it well on your own side either, nor can you transport it back.

So the only option was to bury them.

Liu Ju sighed, looked at the soldiers who were reluctant to part with him, and comforted them.

"This thing cannot be repaired or moved. If it is left here, it will only cause trouble if it is discovered by the remnants of the Xiongnu or subsequent tribes."

"Even if it's just a metal shell, we can't leave it to the enemy!"

"Dig a deep pit, push it in, and cover it with soil to make sure there's no trace. In the future... if there's an opportunity, perhaps we can send someone to retrieve it."

Once the order is given, military orders are absolute.

Despite feeling extremely reluctant and regretful, Li Gan immediately ordered hundreds of soldiers to start digging on the spot.

The soil on the grassland wasn't too hard, but to bury such a massive steel behemoth, a huge pit was needed.

Hundreds of people took turns digging, sweating profusely and mud flying everywhere.

It took nearly an hour to dig a deep enough pit to hold the fish.

Then, the group used thick ropes to secure the vehicle, chanting slogans, and together with some soldiers, they pushed and pried from behind, slowly moving the silent steel behemoth into the deep pit.

The heavy vehicle rolled over the soft soil at the edge of the pit with a dull thud, and finally sank steadily to the bottom.

Standing at the edge of the pit, looking at the steel body that once roared and tore apart the Xiongnu camp, giving them unparalleled courage and a sense of security, now lies quietly in the pit.

Many soldiers, especially those who had fought side by side in their fortress and shared life-and-death experiences, couldn't help but have tears welling up in their eyes.

Some people silently turned their heads away, while others even began to wipe their eyes.

Liu Ju stood at the very front.

He bent down, grabbed a handful of soil that still smelled of fresh grass, and gently sprinkled it onto the heavy truck in the pit.

The dirt fell onto the cold armor plating, making a soft rustling sound.

"You helped my great Han Dynasty vanguard defeat the enemy and made unparalleled contributions. You will rest here for now, and if there is an opportunity in the future, you will surely see the light of day again."

Liu Ju said in a low voice, as if bidding farewell to a silent comrade-in-arms.

Then, as if he had thought of something, he slid into the pit.

"Your Highness!"

Those around were startled and quickly tried to stop them.

But Liu Ju waved his hand to stop him.

Liu Ju took out a short sword from his waist and slowly carved several large characters on the carriage.

"Han Dynasty, Yuan Shou Tianche, according to records"

After he finished carving, he climbed up and looked back at the car.

"Cover it with soil!"

The soldiers began to backfill the excavated soil.

Shovel by shovel, basket by basket, the soil gradually covered the cold, hard steel outline, buried the menacing firing ports, and concealed the massive wheels...

Finally, the ground was leveled and compacted again, and some turf and dry grass were spread on it for camouflage.

Apart from a slightly flattened area of ​​new soil that differs somewhat from the surrounding area, there is no other indication that a legendary steel empire that once traversed the grasslands was buried here.

After burying the chariot, Liu Ju looked at Wei Qing.

"General,"

His voice had regained its usual calmness and authority.

"The matter here is settled. Order the entire army to eat and rest well. Tomorrow at dawn, prepare food and set off at midday, advancing north at full speed to rendezvous with the General of the Flying Cavalry!"

"As Your Highness commands!"

Wei Qing and his generals responded in unison, their voices echoing throughout the camp.