The Colonel stood silently at the edge of a cliff, gazing at the havoc his tanks were reeking in the Valley, but also anxiously awaiting for the end results.
"How many did we lose so far?" asked Lazarus looking at Lee,
"We lost multiple tanks so far, and Captain Dark was immobilized after his tank was struck" said the Lieutenant while looking down,
"Madness..." Colonel sighed and turned to face the Lieutenant "send the telegrams to the families of our fallen soldiers, the truth isn't to be hidden".
And the question that went around Colonels mind from that point on was
Does war we wage has morale and honor we expected to see from the history books depicting the winners of great wars.
Quietly he walked to his tank, sitting on it and covering his face with his hands, closing his eyes and thinking of those brave men that once stood before him.
Those smiling faces he once gazed upon from his office, the men who's hands he shook before and after every shift, the men he was proud of to be by his side...such madness and carnage that couldn't be prevented.
The spirits of his men was still high, and morale was high as always, but only the Divisional staff knew the extent of damage and harm done on the front.
With so many losses in one go, the question arose, are these tanks still up to date? are they good enough to match with Alemannic vehicles?
But there was no anwser in sight, there was no anwser of how many more must die...to end this bloody war.
The hours passed slowly, but as it seems for the Colonel, they flew by as he sat on the edge of the cliff overseeing the valley, with fire spreading around the ruined Alemannic buildings, the smoke rose up high above the clouds.
Smell of burnt corpses and burning fuel, destroyed tanks burning quietly and wind carrying the smoke over the mountain.
The tanks of Lazarus's column moved down the mountain in a hurry to catch up with their Battalion General, steaming past the APC columns hiding in the dark with unknown emblems.
The Colonel looked over to the side and rose a brow as he spotted those vehicles disappear behind the thick forest in a hurry.
"What was that division?" asked the Colonel,
"I have no clue, sir" said the Captain,
"Better find out before we get flanked, Captain".
The column already on the move downhill, they didn't have time to turn back and went down following the river, and right towards Italy.
Over the hills they went over and mountain they grinded towards their destination in a hurry to replenish and refuel.
Hours passed and night began to fall, the cool breeze of wind that slowly blowed over the mountain peaks and down to the road.
Colonel sat on his hatch and looked towards the lights up on the mountain, he smiled and nodded with a smile on his face.
"Well...we are almost there, gentlemen!" the Colonel said over the radio as they went up the first road to their destination.
As they went up the hill, they saw the mighty fortified position...so that was it!
Stronghold Walther!
[Season II, end of Chapter V]
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Hellerian Heroes: The Armored Goliath
Tarihi KurguThis will be a fictional book dedicated to the 3rd Armored Battalion, at the time led by General AustinHellerium. Many characters will be fictional, but some will be taking inspiration from real people that were or still are within the Hellerian Reg...
