Oh. My. God. This is a
pyromaniac's dream come true: Tanks spewing out a flaming sea of
petroleum on a hapless enemy. At least the following infantry
are wearing asbestos suits, but what are they going to do when they
get to the enemy lines? Roast marshmallows? I recall
reading somewhere that when the Germans tried using giant
flamethrowers during the First World War their own men were so
terrified by the things that they refused to advance.
Hell, I wouldn't be within a mile of one of these
track-mounted barbeque lighters, much less walking beside them.
One shell in the fuel tank and that's all she wrote.