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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. |
