Chapter 9 Ambush Circle and Internal Strife

"But that's a waste of shells. We only carry double the base number of shells. If we waste them for this reason, we wouldn't be able to explain it to the general when we return to base," a tank commander's voice immediately emanated from the loudspeaker, refuting Tang Zheng. The base was suffering from severe shortages of supplies.

"Exactly, without shells, how do we earn military merit?" The tank commanders were nestled in these iron shells, against the attack of Beastman civilians, as long as they were careful, they would basically not get hurt. As for the lives of human civilians, they couldn't care less.

"There are no buts. Would you like us all to die in a street battle? Follow my order, the first and second tanks, fire all your shells. If anything goes wrong, it's on me," Tang Zheng cut off the tank commanders, "What use are shells if the tanks are destroyed?"