At approximately two-thirty in the afternoon, the rain on the straight road of Samok ceased.
The gray sky began to brighten. Colonel Mateo thought it would clear up, as the temperature rose a bit. However, a gust of wind blew by, bringing suddenly falling white snowflakes mixed with raindrops.
But this didn't affect Colonel Mateo. He closed the hatch and hid back inside the A7V tank, once again "enjoying" the high temperature and the suffocating smoke inside the cabin.
He envied the infantry; at least they wouldn't, like tank soldiers, die without breathing a single gulp of fresh air.
"Order the troops to find advantageous terrain!" Mateo ordered the signalman: "There are at least thirty tanks in the straight road. If the French are forced, they might rush out in a swarm!"
"Yes, Colonel!" The signalman responded, immediately poking his head out from the top and signaling to the surrounding tanks.
