Books About Tanks Novels & Stories

Every time an abomination got too close to Jamie, Silas was there to rip it apart with a single snap of his jaws. Behind the wolves, the armored tanks began to roll forward. Their heavy tracks crushed the grass and the bones of the fallen monsters. The tanks were rapidly shooting down abominations with their big guns. BANG! BANG! The loud sounds of the cannons were making the air vibrate. The human soldiers followed the tanks, using them for cover as they fired their rifles. It was a scene of total chaos and the field was filled with the smell of smoke, the sound of screaming, and the flashes of magic and fire.

--- ## Chapter 69: The Iron Echo Out of the grey haze emerged a line of steel behemoths. They were M1 Abrams tanks—relics of the 20th century, their green-and-brown camouflage faded and caked in a century of dust. They shouldn't have been running. Their electronics should have fried a hundred years ago. But they were rolling, their heavy treads crushing the silver-monsters into the dirt with a brutal, mechanical finality. *BOOM.*

she fires at him next. "We have one hundred and twenty working tanks, a gatling gun that we found in a scrap pile of metal that has promise and comes with ten thousand rounds of ammo if we can get it working. It's hand crank and from everything I've read, the stupid gun breaks down constantly. If we get it working and keep it that way, it will cause damage." The tanks were here when we arrived. Most of them Soviet but we found a few older U.S. and British models from World War II. After some work, a few of the older tanks actually ran.

I nodded my thanks. The cab we found drove us back to my apartment. We rode in silence. As we entered my apartment complex, Tank’s eyes drifted everywhere, taking everything in. He still didn’t say a word. I unlocked my door, and right away, Tank found a problem. “You haven’t got a proper lock on that door.” He demonstrated by closing it again and then kicking my door open, effectively smashing it in half. “What the fuck are you doing?!” I yelled. He shrugged, looking nonchalant. “Proving a point.” He said, his voice cool and detached. “What the hell? How am I supposed to fucking fix that now, you prick?” His eyes darkened in anger. “Don’t call me a prick. I’m here to fucking help you.” He s

“So which car has the best mileage in the world?” I shrugged. “There are lots of very efficient cars.” “What about race cars?” “Not race cars.” “What about monster trucks?” “Definitely not monster trucks.” “What about tanks?” “Tanks are probably even worse.” His eyes widened. “So tanks are basically fuel-hungry dinosaurs.” I pointed at him. “That is surprisingly accurate.” He looked extremely pleased with himself. Then he leaned forward. “What about spaceships?” I blinked. “Spaceships?” “Yeah. What’s their mileage?”

As to them all, that Tanks looks very menacing to them, even the man and woman that were seen right next to the tanks seems smaller, which emphasized the size. “That is one large, Vehicle…”.(Lady Countess Demeria) “Of Course…it is larger than any carriage you have ever seen….still the size alone were already very intimidating, what is even more scary is that….that Tanks….is impenetrable and just strong…it can just ram over a stone wall like it was nothing…furthermore…the cannon on those things….it is very powerful…..a single shot from that tanks cannon can instantly kill a Tier 3 monster……it would obliterate them easily……”.(Queen Duchess Angela Weinstein)

me. He checked the belt side. Everything was in its place. Medicinal Syringes, Grenade Launchers, Repair Patches. Will be. He looked out and saw the long barrel of a predator rifle in the corner. After a while you will see the whole tank. It was a standard Imperial tank design, but instead of a neat model of the united Imperial Planetary Army, it had a crude eight-armed symbol of chaos with hasty spatters of blood red and yellow painted on the sides. Ragnar saw this disgusting label and gritted his teeth. It was a sign of demon worshipers who vowed to destroy everything Ragnar had fought for his entire life, and seeing it reveals the cruelty to animals removed from the bubble of his space wo