Restoring the Empire, A Summoning Italy fanfic

Battle of Rivo

(WARNING: Implied Sexual Assault, Be warned)

Southern Lauria, Rivo, June 3rd 1639 (1940)

Many Italian P-30/39, drove down the road, near the open plains. The Heavy Tanks left behind them nothing but destrution in the roads, not use to their tracks. They were suppose to link up with the Tanks which went to Jin Hark. 

All 500 were to assemble and crush the 838 Laurian Tanks.

Because of the Heat, most of the crews had the hatches open, With one, their commander standing outside almost completly exposed.

Colonel Lorenzo Wright, tall, fit and handsome, looked at the front. He was the bastard son of a local Priest, who adpoted him and raised him as a alter boy, but when he was 11, he was killed by the mafia, making him bounce around with the military, now he was a grown man, married and with kids, but still a loyal soldier.

As the tanks continued to advance, he saw up ahead, General Messe's tanks, because of them being faster and Colonel Wright having been delayed by 8 hours for burning all pagan temples he could find, they were late, but had managed to avoid a ambush they did not know about.

As the forces linked up, they found the open plains, where Rivo was, and where their enemy were. As they drove, they made up their groups, a total of 50, for quick and easy fighting.

Italian Tankers had found that small groups moving fast to surrond the enemy, with other groups nearby to provide covering fire, worked best to shock the enemy. After the shock was gone, they would slowly move to link up to prevent being over taken by the enemy.

After 1 Hour of driving, they finally reach Rivo, but when they arrived, they nearly stopped in their tracks at what they saw.

2500 Enemy Tanks and over 1000 Anti-Tank Guns.

They had great misunderstood the numbers they were given, 838 was the new Model they had, which resembled the French Tank SOMUA 35. The sight was so much that many Men lost their nerves and said they should retreat.

But General Messe said no and attacked, starting the Battle.

The Enemy, which were aware of them coming, were already ready to fight, the 600 47mm Anti-Tank Guns and 400 37mm Anti-Tank Guns placed in well defended positions. The 2500 Tanks they had would be more than enough to crush them.

Sending out all the tanks at once, they expected a easy victory, but when they fired, the shells began to bounce off the Italian Tanks, counter wise, every shot that Italy fired, destroyed a enemy tank. Anti-Tank Shells flew high in the air before exploding.

The Italians, who were scared at the sight of so many tanks, suddenly were full of moral, attacking with everything they had. From ranges which the enemy did not think their shells would work, they made quick work of the enemy, entire units were destroyed in seconds.

Italian Heavy Tanks, became Mobile Bunkers with how many shells they were taking, every shell fired bounced right off them, they took for the entire battle the majority of the enemy attacks, receiving little to no damage.

In less than 1 Hour, the enemy had been reduced to 1700 Tanks and italy had surronded the Base. They brought destrution to the enemy, tanks laid destroyed in all directions.

Now surronded, the Laurians began to falter, some returned to base, some tried to break out and some gave up. But Italy continued to pound them to hell and back.

P-26/39 Tanks began to crush the Anti-Tank Guns with their tracks, ramming right into it. Soldiers were running away from the Italians, only to be gunned down by the Machine Gunners.