Knowing that reinforcements had arrived, Wang Zhong hurriedly commanded the tank to go meet them, but just as they started moving, the tank engine suddenly made a series of sounds as if it had an upset stomach, and then it broke down.
The driver, Beliyakov, climbed out of the cabin while muttering, "It finally crapped out, I had a feeling it would crap out."
Wang Zhong was speechless, "Does this engine break down often?"
Beliyakov replied, "It's all small issues, can be fixed quickly, sometimes even a kick can do the trick."
As he spoke, Beliyakov opened the repair hatch and swung his hammer down on the engine, but this time the "Mao-style Repair" did not work.
Beliyakov shook his head, "Looks like it's really going to take some time now, General. Why don't you ride a horse over? Shouldn't you be handing over command with the commanders of the 63rd Army Group?"
Wang Zhong, "Where am I going to find a horse right now? It's not like I can just whistle and have one come to me."
