Purgatory

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The squadron of British Challenger 2 tanks were lined up on the eastern edge of the forest, hull down in berms recently prepared by the Royal Engineers. Out to their front, they had a pretty clear view out to some three or four kilometres, a perfect killing ground for when the enemy tanks eventually turned up. The border in this area was over fifty kilometres away, but the Soviets had crossed that three days previously, and had already been seen passing Sums’ka oblast, using the T1705 as one of their main axes.

Major Warren reacquainted himself with the key landmarks, not that there were many, the flat open fields providing very few points that could be used. But, on the other hand, it made it ideal tank country: both for fast movement across the open ground and for the tanks with their 120mm guns, waiting to take them out. It was 0330, and the entire regiment was on stand-to, not just as a matter of routine, but because they knew that today they would have to fight.

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