Max Jaeger Runs

A temporary bridgehead on the Bern River.

The tanks of the 1st Armored Battalion were rumbling across the pontoon bridge.

Clunk, clunk.

The rubber boats used to connect the pontoon bridge were crushed under the weight of the steel, and the river rippled. But they didn't break. It had been worth driving those engineer bastards to the brink with [Captivating Speech].

I sat on the hood of the command armored vehicle parked on the riverbank and watched the tanks that had just completed the crossing.

'Status Analysis.'

[Status: 40% fuel, 60% ammunition.]

On paper, they needed rest.

They had fought orcs yesterday, broken through the forest all night, and conducted a river-crossing operation in the morning. They were holding out for now, but their physical limits were clear.

The standard procedure was to stop here, receive resupply, and solidify the defensive line...