Sherlin was in awe as the wind hit his face. He was currently on top of a tank that sped its way to the enemies. All around him were tanks and running infantrymen, his men followed from behind with their mounts. His men would occasionally give him an envious glance, but Sherlin didn't know and didn't care. He had so much fun. I mean when could you sit on top of a tank that was about to go for battle? Unless you are a soldier the chance would be none.
Damn, Jin Sung didn't tell me about this tank, I'll definitely make him give me the blueprint for the tanks. He thought as he enjoyed his ride.
"To battle, we go," he said.
The tanks accelerated and trailed the ground with tracks.
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Hutchin frowned. He twisted a soldier's neck before he stood and observed his surroundings. It was dark
