The sunrise from the east transforms the previously dark world into one filled with light, as the rays pierce through the wispy clouds, casting a faint red glow on the ground, seemingly foretelling the imminent slaughter about to unfold on this land.
The moment Major General Jornis realized that enemy tanks were advancing from the rear towards his defensive line, his mind went blank, and he stood there, unsure of what to do.
"General," the commander of the guard company shouted at him, "the enemy is here, hundreds of tanks! What should we do?"
Standing on the building, the guard company commander had a clear view. Under the sunlight, French tanks filled his vision, the closest just over three hundred meters away, and he could even see the dark muzzle of the tanks.
These steel beasts were rumbling forward at full speed, raising a cloud of dust like a sandstorm, seemingly about to engulf the small village of Puville.
