The sound of the tank engine shattered the tranquility of the village, its rolling tracks breaking through the fence, and the slender gun barrel being the first to emerge from the bushes, followed by the most striking feature of the Panther Tank—the sloped armor.
Liu Guozhu stuck his head out, holding binoculars to observe the low-lying fields in the distance, where on the ridges, some ammunition boxes that had not been carried away were still piled up.
This area had clearly been occupied by Dahua military forces, but they must have discovered the approach of the Tang Army and then fled in panic.
The village civilians hadn't had time to escape yet. They watched the tanks, almost larger than their homes, rumble past their doorways, shaking off clumps of mud from the walls.
"113 calling 115! 113 calling 115! It's safe here! No Dahua troops!" Liu Guozhu held the transmitter and informed the friendly tank moving in alongside him.