The noonday sun, like golden satin, swayed back and forth in the sky, dispersing the fog over Mezieres, which increased the visibility of the battlefield several times over.
Even from the rooftop of the airport, Shire could see through the binoculars the First Armored Army resting a few kilometers away across the river.
This is the trouble with tank units; after a fierce battle, they need at least one round of maintenance, especially since some of the tanks have crossed the Meuse River.
The tank crews need to deflate and pack up their tents and also remove the external propellers and batteries to reduce weight.
At this moment, Tijani stormed up to the rooftop, angrily waving a telegram in his hand from a distance, his tone full of rage: "They've leaked our situation. These bastards, they did it on purpose, definitely! They hope we'll die here!"
