Conqueror got into his tank, and yelled into the mike that went through Hammond's speakers and every radio "CHARGE!"
All of the tanks moved forward, all towards the firestorm.
The flames rose high, shining in their orange and red destruction. The midnight black smoke had now blanketed out all of the blue skies for almost as the eye can see.
The surroundings were crumbled but still retained their color.
They were now just feet away from the storm, and the temperature in their tanks had already been climbing.
Now they entered through the gates of hell.
The insides of their tanks now boiled, and out every peephole and binocular, they only saw fire. Tempers now flared, blood lust urges were now no longer contained, and hatred was rampant.
Coming out of the fire and into the fray, everything was different.
The smoke sky hung low, and different wind patterns could be seen as it changed in flow like silk being whipped.
Everything that could have fire tear it apart and grow on it like the parasite it was, had now been infected. Stone and concrete were now charred black, and some of them glowed from the remanets of fire.
The buildings were now unrecognizable from what they used to be, and to everyone else, the surroundings were just as indescribable. Not so far in the distance, they could see a thick line of Christian, German and Japanese tanks. Yet instead of shooting, they charged, and Conqueror ordered "CHARGE THEM!"
What ensued next was a bloody confrontation of tanks shooting each other at close distances, ramming each other, and crews fighting when their tank was disabled.
The students shot each other, mostly going for the head or body shots. Bloody lead-filled bodies hit the ground hard, and some got ran over by allied or axis tanks.
When some ran out of ammo, they would grab out a bladed weapon, and dual, most ending with one's throat being slit or getting stabbed in the heart. While a few Japanese used lung mines against tanks and students alike. Blowing each other into bloody meat chunks.
Some friendly fire even happened.
On a high hill, Nonna and Hammond had gone up there to fire sniper shots.
The suspension also had begun to make terrible noises as the extreme heat was weakening the already wore down parts.
Now in position, they began firing off, destroying enemy tanks one by one and feeling great as the tanks lit ablaze with the on-fire crew members coming out. It was especially boosting if the crew didn't come out all, signifying how the shrapnel and fire tore their bodies up and into manageable chunks.
The burning corpses like mini forests burning in a barren landscape.
Hammond noticed behind and under the bridge of Conqueror, there was Jadpanzer E-100 making its way to go behind him and put a bullet through his tank.
The decline though to shoot it required them to move farther down the hills steep slope. Hammond ordered to go forward little by little, and they did.
A grinding noise could then be heard.
The front suspension of the Fv4005 Stage II had so much weight on its front suspension, that it could no longer hold.
BANG! SNAP!
The front suspension had given out, and now the tank was veering on falling face over and down the hill.
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Girls Und Panzer Parabellum
General FictionTankery is more than a sport, a fight, or a way of teaching girls the arts of combat. It's the Parabellum for a better world. A war of tanks, mechanical monsters, planes, and yet of all, the minds of those pure, and one's of darkness. Prepare for a...