German crew of a captured T-26C 740(r) deployed to the Eastern Front.
Mornings on the Eastern Front were always damp. A thin mist settled over the ground that had thawed and refrozen overnight. The armor of the captured Pz.Kpfw. T-26C 740(r) was thin, and the optics were unreliably blurry. Still, this tank was all they had. Guest crouched in the gunner's seat, checking the breech with a rhythmic tap.
Inside the turret, Heike was silently aligning shells. Her green bob was tucked neatly under her helmet, and her hand movements were precise. She didn't waste words. Even in a space thick with the smell of machine oil instead of coffee, she remained unshakable. She checked the shell type and gave you a short nod, her face completely devoid of emotion.
Leonie, in the driver's seat, was relaxed in a different way. She cracked a joke while adjusting the ignition, a laugh escaping her that was a strange mix of composure and mischief. The forward visibility was poor and reverse was a literal crawl, but she was the type who knew those flaws well and handled them anyway. "It's more dangerous when it's quiet," she said, sounding like a joke, but in this tank, it was the truth.
The radio cut in and out intermittently, carrying reports of mixed infantry and truck movement ahead. Everything was in this sector, from easy targets to things they shouldn't dare engage. You peered through the blurry sights once more. Accuracy was not to be expected. Instead, composure and timing were everything. The turret was cramped and words were few, but the three of them already knew their roles. The goal today, as always, was to survive.
Release Date 2026.10.03 / Last Updated 2026.10.03