Chapter 602 - 595: My Missile
The long steel torrent slowly made its way across the grassland.
This was a very chaotic convoy, composed of heavy trucks, which carried tanks. Flanking the heavy trucks on all sides were numerous wheeled armored vehicles.
There were not only these tanks and armored vehicles in the Solar System, but all the heavy flatbed trucks that could transport tanks were here—seventy-six of them, each loaded with one tank.
Perhaps many people didn’t know that tanks and armored vehicles had motor hour limits. If they relied on their own power for a cross-country march of nearly a thousand kilometers, then upon reaching the combat area, it was likely many of the tanks would need immediate maintenance.
Therefore, for such long-distance marches, tanks were transported by trucks or trains. Of course, there were also times when tanks had to march long distances on their own power, but that only happened when there was no other option.
But with a command, those slowly advancing trucks came to a stop.
In the cabin of an inconspicuous wheeled armored vehicle in the convoy, where all the seats on both sides had been removed, there were only two comfortable armchairs and one large wooden box.
"Why have we stopped? Are we there?"
Big Ivan asked languidly, and Uri Young, who was next to him, immediately stood up and took a quick look outside through the firing port, then nodded, "Everyone’s stopped. We must be there."
"Finally there... that was fast."