The snowfall stopped when the morning came. 

After breakfast, Xia Lei followed Huang He and the rest to the open space. The field was already bustling with activity. All the participating countries were already busy preparing themselves for the biathlon. Weirdly, only the Chinese men were calm. No one seemed to be doing any real work. The few Type 99 Tanks were still in the same round-shaped formation as they were last night, surrounding the massive tank in the centre. 

“Comrade Xia Lei, are you confident?” Huang He looked a little concerned. 

Xia Lei returned a smile. “General Huang, there’s no need to worry. This tank of mine could defeat all of Asia and East Europe’s best tanks. I’m sure if the Europeans had participated in this, we’ll be able to defeat them as well.” 

“Hahaha!” A smile broke out on Huang He’s face. The older man placed a few pats on Xia Lei’s shoulder. “It comforts me to hear those words. But the ZTZ100 main battle tank is an all-new tank. My tankers hadn’t had the chance to get used to it so I’m afraid you...