The brand new asphalt road reflects the sunlight, winding towards the distance, and dozens of military trucks painted with a tri-color camouflage roar along this freshly paved road like steel beasts, stirring up a cloud of dust. As the wheels crush the road surface, they emit a dull roar, breaking the tranquility of the village afternoon.
Villages in the northern part of the Eastern Continent, once ravaged by war, now present a scene of tranquility, with no trace of smoke or the pungent smell of gunpowder. The air is filled with the fragrance of earth, mixed with the scent of wheat wafting from the distant fields.
The Tang Army did not fall into the annoying security wars as expected, nor did they encounter countless resistors; everything appeared to be calm and orderly. The once sounds of gunfire and cries have now been replaced by laughter and cheerful chatter.
In the fields, farmers work diligently, sowing seeds of hope; in the villages, children chase and play, their faces radiating innocent and carefree smiles. Everyone is striving to live because the sunlight of hope has fallen upon this land that has endured so much.
The arrival of the Great Tang Empire not only brought an end to the war but also delivered liberation and rebirth, offering all impoverished laborers the possibility of a better life. In the cities, numerous factories and enterprises have sprung up, providing countless job opportunities, keeping city dwellers busy and fulfilled. They leave early and return late, contributing their efforts to building a new home. In the villages, the once barren land has come alive again, and farmers work diligently in the fields, hoping for the joy of next year's harvest. They have no idle time at all, knowing that only hard work can create a beautiful future.
Those who receive letters from family members in the POW Camp are filled with hope for new life. They tightly clutch the letters in their hands, as if holding onto the future, with anticipation shining in their eyes. They wait with the utmost peace of mind, hoping for the safe return of their distant children or husbands, longing for the joyful moment of family reunion.
The convoy of military vehicles kicks up dust as it gradually disappears beyond the horizon. The civilians who made way along the roadside step again onto the roadbed crushed by wheels, heading towards their respective fields. The sunlight falls on them, casting light on their simple figures, illuminating this land scarred by war.
Beside the field ridges, occasional traces of war can still be seen—a rusty heavy cannon lying there silently, with its barrel pointing up to the sky, as if still telling of its past glorious years. Not far away, an abandoned tank wreck, half-buried in the soil and half-exposed to the sun, its mottled state due to erosion of time, resembling a slumbering steel beast.
Once, these war machines symbolized death and destruction, but now they have become a part of the land, quietly blending into the surrounding environment. Children play beside the tank wreck without fear, as if it were just a heap of scrap iron. Farmers work in the fields, their eyes sweeping past the heavy cannon without a ripple, as if it were just an ordinary stone. The gloom of war has dissipated, and fear has long been replaced by hope.
The military vehicles of the Tang Army no longer transport weapons and ammunition, nor do they dispatch soldiers. The once frequent military mobilizations have ceased. Troop carriers have turned into transport trucks, and military trains have been converted into freight trains, shuttling back and forth between cities and countryside, no longer carrying military supplies but instead filled with equipment and parts needed for resuming production.
Each military vehicle, like a diligent worker bee, disperses seeds of hope into every corner of this land. In the fields, the rumble of machines replaces gunfire, and in the factories, the shouts of workers replace the cries of soldiers. This land is coming back to life, peace sunlight bathes the earth, and people's lives are filled with hope.
The rebuilt Eternal Winter Port is renewed and vibrant. Towering cranes stand like steel giants by the dock, waving their colossal mechanical arms to lift heavy containers off cargo ships, placing them steadily on waiting trucks. A group of Dwarf dockworkers, wearing safety helmets and reflective vests, shuttle back and forth among the busy docks. They no longer carry goods on their shoulders and backs like in the past but operate various modern loading and unloading equipment, orderly directing the flow of goods.
Occasionally, there are some special goods that require them to handle manually. For example, those brand-new cars unloaded from transport ships. These cars are carefully fixed on custom stands, slowly brought out from the ship's hold by machinery operated by experienced Dwarf workers.
These cars, shining with a metallic sheen, streamlined bodies showcasing the Tang Empire's advanced manufacturing prowess. Their colors vary, as splendid as a rainbow, glittering in the sunlight. These cars are not indigenous to the Eastern Continent but hail from the distant Western Continent, continuously produced by the Tang Empire as "People's Cars."
The production machines of the Tang Empire seem never to stop for even a second, and before the war has fully ceased, countless cars have already been shipped to the Eastern Continent for sale.