Thousands of miles away, smoke and fire covered the landscape.
Rows of tanks stretched like a long steel dragon, advancing along the narrow mountain road of the enemy's territory. The weeds and thorns along the path were crushed under the tanks' steel tracks, leaving behind a trail of mangled vegetation.
High ground. The enemy occupied the heights, while our forces were stuck below. Hidden in the dense jungle behind, our soldiers lay in ambush. As the tanks crept up the slope, they kicked up clouds of dust. Many soldiers were motion-sick; with the vehicles jolting constantly, they tied themselves to the tanks' smoke launchers for stability and to focus on attacking the enemy.
Suddenly, something came hurtling towards them not too far ahead. The soldiers saw it trailing smoke, drawing a vivid arc through the air. "Oh no, it's a grenade—!" Before the soldier could finish shouting, the grenade landed solidly on the tank, and his body was blown to pieces.
