On November 4, Wang Zhong woke up early to the trembling earth.
He hurriedly got up and headed to Headquarters. "Is it an artillery bombardment?"
"Yes, an artillery bombardment," Pavlov looked quite relaxed. "The day before yesterday, the enemy withdrew the remaining tank forces of the 41st Armored Troops. They should be reorganized by now, and this should truly be the final attack."
Wang Zhong nodded. "Has the ammunition for my prototype vehicle been replenished?"
Pavlov spread his hands. "No."
Wang Zhong: "What are the rear factories doing? Such high-efficiency equipment designed to target enemy support points should be produced in large quantities."
Popov: "Even if the ammunition was replenished, your vehicle still wouldn't start. The engine wouldn't ignite when they tried to check it last night. It's currently being repaired, and when I just passed by, they were sweating buckets."
