Seeing the giant tank has been destroyed, the Prosen Armored Grenadier Corps began their retreat.
Filippov then rode in a jeep to inspect the spoils of war.
Mike, the reporter, having completed his "interview" with the surrendering armored troops, pointed at Filippov and said, "Come on, talk with the Comrade Colonel, who also began as a student on the battlefield."
The two Prosen Armored Troops looked at Filippov, their faces filled with fear as they eyed the medals on his chest.
Filippov had felt the imposing strength these medals carried more than once.
Indeed, everything the Marshal did had its purpose.
"Hello, introduce this massive beast to me!" Filippov said.
"Uh, this is our No. 7 Tank, codename Maus, weighing 188 tons in total."
Filippov: "Oh, you've really created a colossal piece of junk."
The Prosen armored troop, visibly infuriated, rebuked loudly: "No, this is the pride of Prosen technology; it even withstood your Divine Arrow!
