Marazion
13-01-2004, 18:49
The tanks slowly wheeled towards the trenches outside Gastau. God only knows how long the war lasted against the so called 'Beer Boozers', maybe, twelve, thirteen years?
The tanks stopped at the supply base. Commander Grandiss looked upon
the columns of tanks that entered the base. Hopefully, the plan would work.
"How many units would we expect to see sir?" shouted Murray, 5th Tank Commander
Grandiss stood silent as he looked over the base walls. Just in the distance, artillery fire was heard. "Well?"
Grandiss turned to face the soldiers.
"Not many. But they have enough artillery to wipe out most of our tanks. The trenches are our last hope."
It was time to go...
The tanks stopped at the supply base. Commander Grandiss looked upon
the columns of tanks that entered the base. Hopefully, the plan would work.
"How many units would we expect to see sir?" shouted Murray, 5th Tank Commander
Grandiss stood silent as he looked over the base walls. Just in the distance, artillery fire was heard. "Well?"
Grandiss turned to face the soldiers.
"Not many. But they have enough artillery to wipe out most of our tanks. The trenches are our last hope."
It was time to go...