Chapter 252: Only a Tiny Bit Harder-Why Are You Crying?

On the training ground, steel beasts rolled forward at speed. Behind the tanks, a dozen men leaned in at a forty-five-degree angle, straining as they pushed. They clenched their jaws. Sweat splattered the track, and they dug up every last ounce of strength. "One, two, three-push!" "One, two, three-push!" The platoon leader bellowed the cadence. With each shout, they poured everything into their right leg, stamped hard, and drove the tanks forward. The motion stayed uniform, letting their strength...