The "LK2" tank emitted a dull "roar" in the rain, like a beast's low growl, with exhaust lingering on both sides, unwilling to depart.
The tracks rolled over puddles, splashing muddy water on the faces of the German soldiers behind, but the soldiers were oblivious.
Their attention was completely focused on the French tank formations that were barely visible opposite them.
That was Shire's unit.
The undefeated First Armored Division, the first unit in the world to use tanks, and also the unit with the most mature tactics and the richest combat experience.
The German soldiers dared not relax for a moment because they knew that meant death.
The soldiers seemed to smell the scent of death, their breathing became heavy, their hands gripping the rifles turned white from the force, and each step forward became incredibly difficult.
Closer and closer.
The good news was that from the formation, it seemed the French tanks were not many, only about thirty.
