Chapter 253: The Future of 602 Depends on You

Before long, the tanks lined up at the foot of the slope. The grade wasn't steep, around thirty degrees. A Type 59 Tank could roll up it without trouble. But pushing a tank uphill was a different beast from pushing on flat ground. One careless slip, let your strength bleed away, and the tank sliding back would crush you under its tracks. The men behind the tank had chalk-white lips and trembling calves. "Pushing on flat ground was already insane, and now we're pushing uphill?" "Good lord, what did...