บท 580: The 539 is stuck.

Atop a steed, a nimble Knight carried a Thompson Submachine Gun on his back. Clamping his legs against the horse's sides, he dashed forth along the road, a dark green armband with three eyes arranged in a triangle on his sleeve.

As he spotted the advancing Tank Troops, he tightened the reins in his hand, and then raised his arm.

"Luo Town ahead! A large number of enemy tanks spotted, guarded by Infantry! The number is unknown!" His warhorse pirouetted on the road, and the Knight, turning back around, shouted toward the tank commander who had poked his head out of the tank turret.

Tank No. 4 had its turret side hatches open at this moment, allowing fresh air for the gunner and loader, thus reducing the heat inside the stuffy tank and increasing their field of vision.

"One kilometer from Luo Town! Prepare for battle!" the lead tank commander called out to the commanders behind him after he relayed the scout's report.