The Army's Springtime
Through the optical sensors, all they could see was one massive tank after another gradually emerging from the smoke, with the most conspicuous feature being their twin gun barrels.
Then came another barrage of dense fire.
"Turbolasers!" Second Lieutenant Bynum, commander of the foremost 1-H super-heavy hover tank, shouted in terror. "Raise Deflector Shield power immediately! Move to the right!"
Before he had even finished speaking, several turbolaser bolts struck the tank's Deflector Shield. Violent energy ripples instantly tore through the protective field, followed by several more blasts!
Fortunately, the 1-H super-heavy tank's armor was incredibly thick. After taking several turbolaser hits head-on, its frontal armor belt was ripped apart and smoke poured from the hull, but it barely retained its mobility.
Without another word, Bynum and the other crew members opened the hatch, jumped from the tank, and scrambled into a nearby shell crater.
Artillery fire screamed past his ears as explosions constantly erupted around them. The armored forces on both sides had already clashed fiercely. Only then did Commander Bynum see that his own armored units were using their mobility advantage to evade toward both flanks.
Explosions rang out without pause. Amid such a collision of steel torrents, a tiny human like him drew no one's attention at all.
Commander Bynum looked at his beloved tank. When he had been chosen as the commander of the Galactic Empire's most advanced and powerful ground combat vehicle—the 1-H super-heavy hover tank—he had felt immensely honored. But now, looking at the savage gash in its frontal armor belt, all he felt was a chill in his heart.
No one understood the 1-H tank's power better than he did. This tank was 20.5 meters long and weighed 180 tons. Equipped with a powerful antigravity engine, the enormous machine could