The plains were permeated with the smell of scorched earth, a remnant of raging flames, and the dry, hot winds from the eastern area stirred up sand and dust, battering against the tank treads' armor. Twelve vehicles formed a vigilant marching formation, advancing into the already sinking sunset, crushing the charred ground of the Plains of the Holy Spirits.
Commander Xineer was in the command vehicle, observing the situation in the distance through the periscope.
This was a reconnaissance unit—a highly formidable, resilient unit with nine Warhammer main battle tanks and three Steel Ambassador combat vehicles, plus dozens of experienced and loyal soldiers. Under normal circumstances, such a unit could crush an old-fashioned noble lord's army tens of times its number and break a fortress protected by a middle-ranked or below Transcendent. For a "reconnaissance unit," it was exceedingly strong, yet on this burnt battlefield, Xineer still had to exercise utmost caution.
