Wang Zhong knew that by now, there were no longer any Prosens with the will to resist inside the Post Office building.
A blast from that thing would likely leave anyone alive concussed.
But with everyone so enthusiastic, it seemed wrong to dampen their spirits.
After the onslaught had subdued any surviving Prosens, Wang Zhong urged, "Hurry, come out to load. This thing needs to be loaded from the outside, right?"
"Yes." The gunner and the loader both climbed out of the prototype tank, opened the rear ammunition storage compartment, unfolded the vehicle's built-in crane, and began loading.
Damn it, why is this annoyingly complicated loading procedure just like Earth's Tiger Assault Gun?
But Wang Zhong reflected on himself, realizing that when he made the request, he indeed based it on the Tiger Assault Gun, so it was normal for the final product to bear some resemblance.
