The Republic of China: A Letter of Appointment Creates the Most Powerful Warlord

A week later, at the Qizhou Arsenal, Zhang Ye and a group of responsible persons inspected the latest production line.

Ever since returning from Shanghai, he has been busy inspecting everywhere, raising his vigilance while trying every possible way to increase production capacity.

"Marshal, this is the fourth heavy tank production line that was just built last month. It is now ready for normal production."

The person in charge of the factory is not very old. He is a professional technical talent that Zhang Yehua exchanged from the system at a high price.

The most important task every day is to lead a group of technical personnel to increase production capacity, optimize production lines, and improve the performance of existing equipment.

"With four production lines, how long will it take to produce enough tanks for a heavy armored brigade?"

Zhang Ye looked at the various large-scale machining equipment in front of him and asked with a frown.

For the past few days, for some unknown reason, he had felt an indescribable sense of urgency weighing down on him like a mountain. It was like an invisible hand, tightly gripping his throat, making it nearly impossible for him to breathe.

Being in such a highly tense state for a long time made it impossible for him to relax and have peace of mind for a moment, and his heart was shrouded in a deep depression.

Zhang Ye could clearly feel that he was like a bowstring that was about to break and could collapse at any time.

"All production lines are currently in full operation, and we can produce a heavy armored brigade in as little as one week."

The factory director said confidently, taking advantage of this gap to lead everyone to move slowly to the back of the workshop.

When they arrived at the open space of more than a thousand acres, heavy tanks covered with thick oilcloth came into view.

Looking at the dense rows of war machines, Zhang Ye's depressed mood was instantly relieved, and he unconsciously revealed an unexpected smile.

"This...what's going on? When was it born? How come I don't know?"

"Marshal, three months ago, President Fang gave us a production order, saying that we should prepare combat reserves in advance."

The factory director smiled and pointed at the row of steel behemoths, saying with great pride.

"In these three months, we have produced a total of 600 heavy tanks."

As he spoke, the boy struggled to lift the oilcloth in front, eager to show off their latest achievements.

As the thick oilcloth was peeled off bit by bit, Zhang Ye's originally relaxed expression froze instantly. Then, a hint of surprise quietly emerged between his eyebrows, even mixed with a trace of astonishment that was difficult to conceal.

Suddenly, an extraordinary behemoth appeared before my eyes. Its super-long body looked like a winding steel dragon. The layers of gun shield armor stacked on top of each other looked like an indestructible fortress, giving people a feeling of invulnerability.

The specially lengthened barrel looked like a sword that could pierce the sky, emitting a chilling cold light.

As for the caliber of the gun barrel, it is more than one circle thicker than that of an ordinary tank. It looks like a black hole that can swallow everything. Coupled with its extremely huge body, it stands tall like a mountain reaching into the clouds. Just standing there, it exudes an unparalleled pressure, rushing towards everyone like an overwhelming tidal wave.

Judging from its appearance alone, this new tank has been a huge success.

Zhang Ye couldn't imagine how desperate the enemy would be when dozens or hundreds of heavy tanks drove towards the battlefield.

"Marshal, this is a new heavy tank we've developed over the past six months after continuous optimization and improvement. It's codenamed Titan!"

The factory director's face was full of pride. He looked at the painstaking work in front of him and introduced it with a little excitement.

"The Titan weighs a staggering fifty-seven tons, has a top speed of forty miles per hour, is over eight meters long, and stands three meters and a half tall. It's armed with one hundred 88mm large-caliber shells and a large-caliber machine gun with five thousand rounds of ammunition. Its powerful firepower is more than enough to carry it across the entire battlefield!"

“Of course, with such obvious advantages, we can’t fail to mention the disadvantages!”

The person in charge changed the subject, scratched his head, and spoke in a low voice, a little afraid to look Zhang Ye in the eye.

"No big problem, just wasted fuel..."

"Waste of fuel?"

Zhang Ye noticed his timid look and shook his head and laughed.

"Can this be considered a problem? It can fight and run, has ample firepower, and weighs over fifty tons. It's normal for it to be fuel-intensive."

"Isn't this because they're worried about putting some pressure on the logistics forces..."

The person in charge smiled awkwardly.

What he said is true. Under the current circumstances, logistics and transportation have not formed an efficient system, and the road conditions are not very good.

He was not worried about the Titan's strength, but he was afraid that the logistical supply would not keep up, resulting in a lack of fuel and a breakdown.

"Don't worry about the later stages. I'll find someone to keep an eye on this matter."

Zhang Ye waved his hand and told him not to worry about this issue.

Big guys have big appetites, and this applies to both machines and humans.

The appearance of Titan gave him a big surprise.

The moment this steel behemoth appeared before his eyes, Zhang Ye was sure that he had fallen in love with it.

This is the real good stuff, the invincible weapon on the battlefield!

"How many Titans have been produced?"

Zhang Ye asked with an eager look on his face, stroking the tank's hard armor.

"Reporting to the Marshal, we currently have 82 Titans, which is not enough to equip a full brigade."

The person in charge spoke hurriedly and added.

"But if we adjust the production line to full capacity, we can produce another 80 cars in just five days!"

"Then what are you waiting for? Let's get Titan!"

Zhang Ye answered very straightforwardly. After getting the fun thing, looking at the previous tank models again was like an adult looking at a child. The more he looked at them, the more awkward they became.

It’s not that the previous tanks were bad, but he now has better options.

"After the Titan Heavy Brigade completes production, don't stop the production line! Howitzers and rocket launchers, work your butts off!"

"Yes, Marshal! I guarantee to complete the mission and definitely delay the time!"

The person in charge grinned brighter than any flower.

When Titan came out, he was unsure at first, fearing that Zhang Ye would blame him for consuming too much energy.

It seems that the Marshal is quite receptive to new things. At least when good things are presented to him, they will not be buried.