Major Brownie was a bit frustrated these days. He and his Third Battalion had been stuck on the north bank of the Marne River, unable to move since defeating the German Army.
Out of twelve tanks, five were destroyed in battle, most of them by their own artillery fire. But that was not important; the important thing was they had won.
Of the remaining seven tanks, six were malfunctioning, and only one could move, though it was uncertain how long it would last.
When Major General Garde pursued the German Army, he left an order for Major Brownie: "Fix them and follow up as quickly as possible!"
Major Brownie couldn't help but curse in his heart: This idiot!
We are soldiers, not engineers. You want us to fix them?
Besides, this thing's top speed is only 15 kilometers per hour, top speed!
If it travels at top speed, it might break down every half hour. Typically, it can only advance at around 8 kilometers per hour and needs maintenance every hour.
