Yegorov, after hearing the translation, cursed: "Bastard! How could this Rommel ever match up to our Division Commander! Let him think again!"
The Military Bishop stopped Yegorov: "That's enough, stop giving the kiddo a hard time, I can't stand to watch this! Let's go, we're still ten kilometers away from the new Headquarters! Dilly-dally a bit more and it'll be dawn, and the Prosen Air Force might come for an airstrike!"
"You're right." Yegorov climbed onto the Jeep, suddenly burst into inexplicable laughter, "We've thrashed the Prosens so hard that they've got to send these greenhorns into battle, we're damn impressive."
The others on the Jeep laughed as well.
The Jeep started up and plunged into the night.
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July 18th, 72 hours since the offensive began.
Henry Scaritz suddenly shouted: "Stop! Stop in front of that road sign ahead!"
Podoliskov, the tank driver, thumped the top of the tank hard: "Stop! Pull up right in front of that road sign!"
