Xuanjia carries dust, and time and space are out of sequence - the 60-ton Xuanjia No. 1 Main battle tank came through the air and fell straight to the top of Meishan Mountain in the 17th year of Chongzhen.
At the foot of the mountain, the main force of the Dashun Army was surrounded like an iron barrel. Thousands of torches burned through the night sky. The mottled banner with the word "Chuang" sounded in the early wind. Tens of thousands of soldiers with cold weapons rushed forward and charged towards the top of the mountain without fear of death.
What is even more suffocating is that there are only thirty-eight hours left in Zuo of the Ming Dynasty. Emperor Chongzhen and his cronies are fleeing in panic on the mountainside. But we have already run out of ammunition, our armor has silenced, and our retreat has been cut off. In a desperate situation, we can only fight to the death.
Climb to the commanding heights of the mountain and overlook the troubled world from God's perspective. Wherever the iron armor reaches, everything is scorched earth.
But when unlimited firepower crushed the flames of war in the late Ming Dynasty, we just knew that this was by no means the end! Xuanjia's tracks have never stopped at the rise and fall of a dynasty.
The wilderness of Mobei where Han and Wu fought, the battlefield of Liaodong where Emperor Tang Zong conquered Liao, the border fortress where Song and Liao faced off, and even the wars of the troubled times in the distance... Under the canopy of every dynasty, this steel behemoth from four hundred years later will crush the old order and create a new trajectory.
