Witnessing a scene that looked like an iron bastion coming closer on its own, the Duke of Bucharest, who had sworn to command the coastal defences on the Bosphorus Strait as well as defences on the southern frontier with confidence, with great bravado, did not know what to say.
It was not like he had not seen the war tractors of the Bharatiya Empire move; it was just that he hadn't seen so many of them being used at the same time.
"Have all the war tractors across the frontier been gathered here?" He couldn't help but doubt.
Soon, a hint of panic finally appeared on his face because the war tractors were simply absorbing too much of their firepower. The infantry at the back was not being hit at all.
He immediately got angry and, in a fit of rage, he looked at his subordinates and roared, "You dumb bastards, have the sharpshooters kill those operators first, do I have to explain such a thing? Are you a bunch of toddlers?"
