Another day, another journey into the wilderness, looking for someone to challenge.

In Westfield, I found that challenge.

Here, I came upon a gang calling themselves "Les Fils du Jean Valjean"*.

They were an all-French gang, with a healthy mix of light, medium and heavy tanks such as Char B1s, AMX-12ts, D2s, AMX-40s, plus a couple of tanks that I didn't recognize.

One of these was a tank that looked similar to the AMX-12t, but with a different gun attached to it.

The other was a heavy tank with a gigantic box-shaped turret on it.

Given the nature of French tanks, they weren't too challenging.

However, they still presented a few challenges:

First of all, the speed of the AMX-12t and its lookalike made it challenging to aim, so I was forced to ram them in case I missed.

Second of all, the new heavy tank that I had encountered possessed decent armor, so my 152mm cannon didn't always kill it in one hit, unlike the B1 or the BDR G1B.

And finally, no matter how many of these guys I killed, it felt like they kept coming.

All in all, I was forced to take a stealthier approach rather than outright charging into battle.

Worse yet, my tank was running low on ammo.

Thankfully for me, their ranks were beginning to thin out.

They tried one final push at me with a couple of AMX-12ts.

Unfortunately, my cannon was all out of ammo by now, so what could I do?

I rammed one of the 12-tons, putting it out of action.

An anti-tank grenade did severe damage to another one of them, possibly killing the crew as well.

Using one of the destroyed 12-tons as a platform, I jumped onto a third one, opened the hatch and killed all the crew members with my Tokarev.

A fourth one had showed up to give assistance, but when the crew witnessed what I had done to the third tank, they stopped and jumped out of their tank.

"Monsieur, please do not shoot," one of the crewmen begged, "We will do whatever you wish!"

I told them, "Go on, get out of here before I kill you!"

"Not so fast, mes frères!" exclaimed their commander, who emerged from the tank.

The crew halted.

"Don't listen to him!" I commanded. "He is making a foolish mistake!"

"No!" retorted the commander, "For too long, our country has been enslaved by foreign invaders! We have come too far to be defeated by cette chienne communiste! We must kill him and then we will not be slaves again!"

"Then, you will die!"

"I am willing to take that chance!"

"So be it!"

For some reason, rather than getting back in the tank, the commander charged at me and attempted to kill me with his sidearm.

I put a bullet right between his eyes.

The other crewmen just stood there, too scared to do anything.

Without further hesitation, they ran over the hills to an unknown location.

They ran so fast, it was as if they had been trained for this kind of thing.

With the job done, I searched the third 12-ton, hoping to find a clue about the mystery tanks I saw.

Taking a handbook from one of the dead crewmen, I read through it to see if I could find any information on these tanks.

I was in luck; I was able to identify both tanks.

The AMX-12t lookalike was called an AMX-13/75.

Judging by the specs, it had improved speed and firepower over the 12-ton.

The new heavy tank was called an ARL-44.

Obviously, it was an improvement over the BDR G1B when it came to firepower and armor.

I didn't need a silly little book to tell me that.

Before I went home, I hopped in the empty 13/75 and decided to use that third 12t as target practice.

Just when I thought the Panzer IV was odd, this one made it look fairly normal.

Nevertheless, I got a decent grasp of the controls.

I was also pleasantly surprised by one feature on the gun:

Every time I fired a shot, a cylinder loaded a new round into the chamber within seconds.

By the time the cylinder was emptied, the 12-ton was toast.

After I attached a live anti-tank grenade to the 13/75's ammo rack, it too was toast.

Oh, and speaking of the book, I'd like to share an interesting discovery I made about that book:

See, the book claimed that the French had a tank called a "SOMUA S35", but I never saw one on the battlefield.

Actually, I did see one…once.

Only it was painted in German Gray.

Quite strange…

*(EN: "The Sons of Jean Valjean")

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