Author: drnkwtr

Ceremonial modification of the Progetto M35 mod. 46, whose appearance contains references to the glorious past of the Roman Empire with all its legends and myths. A reminder of the glorious past of the ancestors of modern Italian tankers is a great motivation for self-improvement. Evidence of the greatness of the empire, whose reconstructions adorn this tank,fit perfectly into the overall style of the car, which can both rush at the edge of the attack, like a cataphract, and slowly “beat off the step” at the head of the parade column during the most solemn holidays.

«They don’t know yet. They don’t even guess. Everything, down to the last penny, everything went into business! Each rivet, each wire and ceramic insulator is made according to the original drawings. Manually. People who still believe in the power of British steel, and not traders who just want to dump the entire batch for export, if only the specie flew. We are the oneswho still lives with the idea. Those who know what the army needs. What the whole country needs. And what is not a shame to apply the English flag. In the morning the entire Admiralty will gather here. They do not yet know that this day will become a starting point and a springboard to the leaders of the military industry. Until today, we have been making history with the entire engineering department.Tomorrow we will turn it into a national treasure. How slowly the minutes flow, how criminally slowly ….»

«Again they are slamming hatches like they are at home. How to explain to them that it is impossible to do this with technology? Everything has a limit! The heart is already coughing up oil splashes, no longer able to chew gasoline half and half with the ground. But I’m still holding on and dragging my crew to the next point on the map, where people decided to defend their mercantile interests at the cost of my resource. It’s hard to say what I want less – to turn into a dying skeleton here, in impenetrable forests, or to sleep peacefully under a centimeter layer of dust in one of the technical museums. Both outcomes are equally disgusting, but it all depends on the crew. I still can’t live without him. As well as him without me – there are no spare parts for the guys inside.»

Finally! For two weeks, they kept us locked in the barracks. Now here comes some clarity of action! The unit has nothing to do. We are simply sitting here watching the silent war between radio operators and decoders. I believe radio transmissions with our orders were constantly intercepted, then headquarters transmitted false information, but it was missed and our guys thought it was genuine. Then we received cancellation. Or was it intercepted as well? Ugh, such a fuss… I would rather watch paint dry. Anyway, we are already on the move, and something tells me that sending heavy tanks to an urban environment is… not exactly what we expected? I hope nobody realizes I’m not sure which headquarters sent this order. I am quite used to fighting on city streets. But there’s a catch: Last time, I was a cavalryman.

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