I was all ready to go for another battle.
I started up Goliath and headed to…Prokhorovka?
Something was wrong here.
Don't ask me why, but that same force that compelled me to go back to Malinovka also compelled me to go back here.
Nevertheless, I went along with it.
After all, I was not one to back away from a challenge, no matter how much strain it would put on me or my tank.
Alas, when I got here, there was hardly any challenge to be found, just the same unwashed masses that I had encountered at Malinovka and elsewhere.
Goliath and I got out of this challenge okay.
The only issue we had was with another SPG, an American contraption called an M7 "Priest".
Suddenly, I remembered seeing one back at that pass in the Ural Mountains where I had fought the Armored Shadows.
Unlike Ensk, though, Goliath got it before it got Goliath.
I just can't figure those things out.
I mean, I understand that enemy tanks are able to relay my position to these things if they can see me, but there have been instances where they could see me without the aid of spotters.
It's like I said before, they may well have a "sixth sense".
I thought it was pretty cowardly of them to shoot me from so far away rather than trying to engage me like any other tank.
All that aside, I just took Goliath home for the usual round of repairs & maintenance.
During the month, I was stuck in the same pattern of going to places I had already been to and blowing up tanks that I had already seen before.
While I enjoyed being a dominant force on the battlefield, I was disappointed by the relative lack of challenge that I had come to lately.
I really needed to get out of this rut.
The only new locale that I came to was a quiet little village named Murovanka.
It sure was nice to get some new scenery in my blood.
Unfortunately, my opponents were not as new.
Disappointingly enough, I ripped them all to shreds without much challenge.
At the end of the battle, rather than going straight home, I took some time to check out the scenery.
During this time, I caught sight of the sun setting beneath the hills.
It was one of the most beautiful things that I had ever seen in my life.
Unfortunately, it did little to help me with my problem.
At that moment, I thought, "I really need to get away."
"Maybe one day…"
Wait a minute, who was I kidding!?
I could get away right now if I wanted to!
I mean, if I could drive all the way to a far-flung place such as Redshire to do battle with enemy tanks, then I am certainly capable of going further!
Question is, where could I go to?
I was already bored with Europe, so no matter where I went, it couldn't possibly satisfy my need.
…Or could it?
Actually, after thinking about it some more, I decided not to travel anywhere else in Europe, no matter how far away it was from the Soviet Union.
But what next?
After a few more thoughts, I decided to travel south.
I was used to the sheer cold of Russian winters, but that didn't mean I liked nearly getting frozen to death.
Besides, it hadn't been overly warm in these past few months no matter where I went.
Now that I had a destination in mind, it was time to prepare…
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