Kapitel 263: Chapter 176, Making Dumplings_2

He stared blankly at the pitch-black muzzle as it emitted a burst of orange flame, and then everything went black, and he knew nothing more.

...

Following the charge of the troops, Colonel Perbov, who was several hundred meters away from the front line where they were engaging the enemy tanks, risked poking his head out and surveyed the battlefield with his binoculars.

He had just witnessed that scene.

He swore under his breath, "Damn it, do you have to fire a shell every time you see a mosquito? Do you think shells are free?"

He seemed a bit down.

It wasn't really because the tankers were wasting ammunition, but rather...

"Damn it, the artillerymen did all my work! What am I here for?"

He sat back down inside the tank, not too pleased.