A/N: Sorry for the late update! I had one crazy Friday last week. Anyways, here's the latest chapter!

Now that Goliath was fixed up, I left my hideout once again in search of fresh meat.

When I got to the fields of Malinovka, I found plenty of it.

Here, I encountered a company that called themselves "The Farmer's Brigade".

In a nutshell, it was composed of former kolkhoz farmers who had somehow gotten their hands on tanks.

They didn't appear to be too tough.

After all, they had a lot of MS-1s, T-26s and BTs, plus a few T-46s and one – maybe two – T-28s.

I smiled and rejoiced at the thought of an easy victory.

"Bring it on, my prey!" I shouted.

I targeted the BTs first simply because they attempted to charge me.

For any BTs that managed to avoid me, I simply ran into them, crippling their vehicles.

Most of the shots fired at me bounced off, but there were a few that did quite a bit of damage.

I suspected that the T-28s were the ones that were actually doing damage, so I also gave priority to them.

Like dominoes, they collapsed before me.

One or two of the enemy tanks retreated, but the rest tried to keep firing at me, thinking that they could actually harm me.

I simply pressed on.

When I got to their line, I ran over two of the MS-1s, turning them into heaps of scrap metal.

Their surviving comrades got the idea and started to retreat.

Not all of them made it, though, as my cannon took out a lot of them.

However, thanks to the age-long reload time and the fact that I missed some shots, there were those who got away.

"Once again, victory is mine!" I rejoiced.

I turned around and started my journey back home.

However, a few seconds later, I received a call over my radio:

"Why are you leaving so soon? We're not yet finished with you!"

Shortly after the call came in, I saw one last tank:

Another KV-2, with the slogan "Колхозы, даст нам силы!" (EN: Kolkhozes will give us strength!) painted on each side of the turret.

I assumed that this was the leader of the gang.

However, there was one other difference with his tank:

It was sporting a cannon with a longer barrel.

At that moment, I had a flash in my mind:

I remembered reading something about the Soviet military testing out a new cannon for heavy tanks prior to the fall, but I didn't know what caliber it was at first.

After a little more thinking, I remembered what it was:

A 107mm ZiS-6.

All that aside, I responded to my opponent over the radio:

"Where the hell did you come from and how did you get this frequency!?"

He responded: "That is unimportant. You have done a great deal of damage to our cause, and now it is time for you to pay!"

"Oh yeah!? Well, we'll see about that!"

After finishing our conversation, I took aim at the enemy KV-2 and fired.

BOOM!

The 152mm did significant damage to his tank, but it didn't destroy it.

Now, it was his turn.

He took aim at me with the 107mm and planted a round right in my turret.

It did plenty of damage.

Even worse, the 107mm gun didn't take as long to reload as my 152 did, so he ended up being able to hit me again before I could hit him.

He must have hit me in just the right spot, because my engine bay caught fire.

Luckily, I had a working fire extinguisher in my tank, so in an act of quick thinking, I doused the flames.

By that time, I had another round in the chamber, so I took aim and fired at him.

While that round didn't end up destroying his tank, it did shatter his track.

However, I wasn't out of harm's way just yet.

His next shot missed me, but the shot that came afterwards went right through my hull, nearly missing me.

At this point, I knew my tank was only one more shot away from being destroyed, so I had to act quickly.

Having moved to a new position, I took aim once again and fired at him.

BOOM!

That did it! His tank was now a smoldering wreck.

I was so proud of myself for defeating my first tank company.

However, there still the problem of getting home.

Ever so carefully, I drove home, trying to stay off the main roads.

At one point, I could've sworn that a Panzer IV saw me, but it never stopped, nor did it come back to chase me, so I kept driving.

I made it back to my hideout and conducted the necessary repairs and maintenance for Goliath.

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