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"Report to Lord Chu, Iron Dragon No. 1 has advanced to thirty miles and encountered a snowstorm, so it has to stop moving forward." The telegraph operator received the information and reported it quickly.

Chu Xiling's fingertips tapped the keys quickly, "da da da, da da da," encoding the message and sending it out.

A moment later, the telegraph operator reported: "The imperial capital has sent a reply. His Highness Lin Zhen has issued an order: safety first, proceed steadily and ensure that the food and fodder are completely secure."

"Yes, sir." Chu Xiling said.

"Report, urgent telegram from Heishi County," another telegraph operator shouted. "The victims have gathered at the county government office. Food supplies are running out. The situation is critical. Request for quick assistance."

Chu Xiling's eyes narrowed slightly, and she tapped her fingertips again, sending the message to the temporary stop of "Iron Dragon No. 1".

In the snowy valley, Mao Mengji read the translated message in his hand, a muscle twitching on his gaunt face. He turned abruptly and shouted to the craftsmen from the Thunder Burning Division, "Move out immediately when the snow and wind subside. Target: Black Stone County. Full speed ahead."

"Yes." The craftsmen inspected the locomotive in the wind and snow.

"Report, the vanguard of the Rouran cavalry has arrived at Yelangpo, eighty miles away from here." The scouts of the Ministry of War came with a fast horse to report.

Mao Mengji's eyes flashed with murderous intent. "Send the order to the Falcon Camp to stand guard. Anyone who comes within ten miles of the convoy will be killed without mercy."

"Yes." The messenger ran away.

"Iron Dragon No. 1" roared again, dragging a long grain cart and rushing into the wind and snow.

......

"Yelangpo" is the main tent of the Rouran Left Wise King. A charcoal fire blazes, the aroma of meat permeating the air. Left Wise King Tuoba Ye, a burly figure with a full beard, is tearing into a roasted leg of lamb. Beneath the tent, the various tribe leaders are drinking and merrymaking, the atmosphere lively and boisterous.

"Report, Your Majesty." A scout rushed into the tent. "There's unusual movement in the direction of Yanmen Pass."

"Oh." Tuoba Ye wiped the oil from his mouth, "Lin Zhen, send out the troops."

"No," the scout said with a hint of doubt, "it's a giant steel object, spewing white smoke, roaring like thunder, dragging ten carts, and moving on its own in the snow!"

"Autonomous." Tuoba Ye was stunned. "What is it?"

"I don't know," the scout said. "They move slowly, but their strength is immense. They cut through the snow and create a path wherever they pass. The civilians inside the pass... follow closely behind... laying the track."

"Laying the track and laying the road." Tuoba Ye's eyes flashed, "This is for transporting grain."

"That's right," the scout said. "The cart is loaded with grain bags."

"Good." Tuoba Ye laughed. "This is a godsend opportunity. Send out orders to gather five thousand elite cavalry and follow me to rob this grain cart."

"My lord," an experienced leader frowned, "this thing is strange. It spews smoke and fire, and roars like thunder. I'm afraid it's beyond human power to defeat."

"What a joke." Tuoba Ye sneered, "No matter how big it is, it's still a dead thing. My Rouran cavalry will crush it to pieces."

Five thousand elite cavalry quickly gathered like a black tide. Led by Tuoba Ye, they rushed out of the "Wild Wolf Slope" and headed straight for the valley where the "Iron Dragon No. 1" was located, braving the wind and snow.

Outside the valley, the scouts of the Falcon Camp had already discovered the enemy.

"Report, General Mao, the Rouran have 5,000 cavalry, 20 miles from here."

Mao Mengji stood at the front of the "Iron Dragon No. 1" train. His gaunt face showed no fear, but his eyes gleamed with a fierce glint. "You've arrived just in time. Pass the order, stop the train. Thunder Guards, prepare the Heaven-burning Thunder."

Iron Dragon No. 1 slowly came to a stop. The Burning Thunder Guards quickly disembarked and set up five specially designed grenade launchers on the snowy slopes on either side of the track, aiming them in the direction of the Rouran cavalry. Inside, the black prototypes of the Burning Sky Thunder were already loaded.

Amidst the snowstorm, a dark line appeared on the horizon. It quickly expanded, transforming into a surging torrent. The horns, hooves, and shouts of the Rouran cavalry rolled in like muffled thunder, shaking the ground slightly.

"Five hundred steps." the scout shouted.

"Four hundred steps."

"Three hundred steps."

Mao Mengji raised his skinny arms high.

"Two hundred steps." The scout's voice was hoarse.

"Let go." Mao Mengji swung his arm down violently.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang." A dull sound of firing echoed. Five dark "Sky-Burning Thunders" sliced ​​through the wind and snow, piercing the Rouran cavalry's charging formation with a shrill scream.

"BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM." Deafening explosions echoed one after another. Blazing flames, thick smoke, and sharp metal fragments shot skyward, instantly engulfing the charging Rouran cavalry. Men and horses were thrown to the ground, blood and flesh splattered everywhere. The wails of warhorses and the screams of soldiers seemed faint amidst the blasts. Vast gaps were instantly ripped through the charging formation. Charred bodies and burning debris littered the ground.

"Eternal Heaven, what is that?" The surviving Rouran cavalry screamed in terror, and the momentum of the charge faltered.

"Let it go again." Mao Mengji's voice was cold.

A second round of "Heavenly Burning Thunder" roared in. A larger explosion ripped through the Rouran cavalry. The terrifying shockwave tore men and horses apart. Flames consumed everything. The Rouran cavalry's charging formation completely collapsed. The survivors, discarding their armor and weapons, fled like stray dogs.

"Jinwu Guards, attack." Mao Mengji shouted sternly.

The heavily armored Jinwu Guards, long ambushed on the snowy slopes on either side, surged forward like a black torrent of steel, their hooves thundering, stirring up clouds of snow as they slammed into the chaotic Rouran cavalry. Their icy spears easily pierced leather armor, their heavy hooves crushing the fallen enemies. Wherever they passed, men and horses fell, their momentum unstoppable.

"Retreat, retreat quickly!" Tuoba Ye's eyes were bloodshot as he watched the Jinwu Guards charging at him like demons and the steel behemoth spewing flames and smoke. He was filled with fear and unwillingness. He turned his horse and fled in a desperate hurry into the snowstorm. The remaining Rouran cavalry followed closely behind, leaving behind a mess and a thick smell of blood.

"Chase." Mao Mengji's eyes were filled with ferocity.

"General," the deputy general said anxiously, "food and fodder are the most important."

Mao Mengji reined in his horse, looked at the fleeing Rouran cavalry, then glanced at the "Iron Dragon No. 1" puffing white smoke behind him. The scar on his gaunt face twisted it into a knot. "He got away with it. Pass the order, clear the battlefield, and continue advancing."

Dawn of the Snowy Plains: Thunder of the Investigation of Things

The wind and snow gradually subsided. The morning sun pierced the clouds, shimmering across the snow-covered plains. Puffing white smoke, the Iron Dragon No. 1, towing a long grain cart, slowly entered Heishi County. The dilapidated city walls were crowded with ragged, emaciated victims. They gazed at the steel behemoth, spewing smoke and fire, roaring like thunder, their eyes filled with fear and bewilderment.

But when the doors opened and bags of food were unloaded, fear turned to incredible ecstasy.

"Food, it's food."

"The imperial court has sent food."

"We are saved."

The victims erupted in thunderous cheers, tears mixed with snow and flowing down their frozen faces. They knelt on the ground, facing the direction of the Imperial Capital, towards the steel behemoth, and kowtowed in gratitude.

Mao Mengji stood at the front of the car, taking in the scene. The hideous scar on his gaunt face seemed to soften a bit. He looked up into the distance, where the wooden poles of the telegraph lines stretched along the newly opened snowy road toward the more distant disaster-stricken counties.

Chu Xiling stood in the Yanmen Pass command post, reading the latest information translated by the telegraph operator: "Food has arrived in Heishi County, and the people are reassured. Iron Dragon One will head to Yunzhou after resting. The Rouran have retreated a hundred miles and are currently unavailable."

Her cold face remained calm, but deep within her cold eyes, the rising sun outside the window was reflected, as if a faint light flickered. She walked to the telegraph machine, her fingertips tapping rapidly on the keys, sending the message to the Purple Palace in the Imperial Capital.

"Thunder has roared across the snowy plains of the northern border. Iron dragons have broken through the ice, and radio waves have reached the Earth. One hundred thousand disaster victims are beginning to see hope of life. The Rouran villains are intimidated by the might of heaven. The power of studying things will eventually transform into thunder, protecting our mountains and rivers, and benefiting all living beings."