"Your Majesty, the Panther tank we have equipped is extremely advanced. According to the intelligence we have obtained, the tanks of other countries simply cannot compare with our Panther tanks. Our Panther tanks are at least five years ahead of theirs!" General Guderian, Commander of the 8th Army Corps, wore a broad smile.
As one of the commanders of the Imperial Army's two armored army groups, General Guderian was brimming with ambition. He looked forward intensely to the coming war, hoping to lead the German Empire's forces to defeat powerful enemies. Then, he would be able to obtain the field marshal's baton he had long dreamed of.
Manstein, who had come from a staff officer background, had already taken the lead over them and become a field marshal of the Imperial Army, as well as Minister of War and Chief of Staff. This made General Guderian and General Rommel, Commander of the 9th Army Corps, deeply envious. After all, before the last World War, when Oscar had served as Commander of the 8th Army Corps, he had held all three of them in high regard.
Oscar nodded. The Panther tank's performance was indeed extremely advanced. As a transmigrator, he knew full well what flaws the Panther tank had possessed in another time and space. Thus, he had personally taken part in designing this model of tank, rooting out all those flaws and improving them. That was why the Panther tanks now fielded by the German military had seen such tremendous improvements in performance.
Oscar knew that if war broke out, the Panther tank would become the main battle tank of Germany's Armored Forces. At least during the early and even middle stages of the war, the vast numbers of Panther tanks would become the most powerful armored weapon Germany's Armored