The Battle of the Colossus's or Battle of the Royale's.
On the morning of Dec 16th 1942 began one of the worlds most horrific and terrifying battles that mankind has ever witness since the world started spinning.
January 1942 as two armies locked in mortal combat, could see no end to the war that started with no reason or thought. They look for help from their gathering armies of design engineers and scientists and come up with the madding plans of the Colossus's or Royale's tanks.
After days and months of pain staking hard labor the heavy industry's produce the monstrous behemoth's that laid in front of the dazzled and stunned audience. A cry went out in the air that was almost timed by both groups... who can stand before us and go up against this machine of war!
The war plans quickly followed within the two armies, with both striving to out do the other with their miracle machines of death. Plans formulated into action and the two behemoth's were now readied to meet upon the raging battlefields.
What took place would never be recreated again on this earth of ours and it shook the very soul of the world and of the men who witness the spectacle with trembling knees and legs.
The sun had not risen above the landscape yet and a heavy mist rolled across the countryside in waves that looked like the ocean. Both commander's checked and rechecked every aspect of their battle plans and the men doubled their watches over the heated equipment and gauges in front of them.
With the coming dawn there was no sound emanating from the field of battle except the constant mechanical grinding and clacking coming from the two Colossus's edging they way across the field of battle.
As the early rays of sun started lighting the horizon, a soldier emerged from his station near the upper part of the KV-VI tank and quickly fell down the hatch he was standing in. With a startled yell the flare gun in his hand let off a flare that quickly flew across the space into a ammo storage bin. Within seconds the ammo burst like fireworks during a peacetime celebration. A overpowering sense of doom by the crew was soon blotted out by a flash of light so bright it dropped the soldiers outside of the tanks to their knees and onto the damp ground where they fell.
Within the bowels of the P1000 Ratte the main turret spun to answer what was happening around them. But unbeknown to the crew a hydraulic line powering the massive turret sprung a leak of atomized hydraulic fluid, that fill the mechanical compartment with a mist that was like the fog that was rolling across the countryside at this very moment in time.
A second or so later sparks flew from the grinding of metal against metal as the main guns tried in vain to locate a target. But that was the last thoughts of the crew members who did not know that their doom was to follow as quickly as the flash of light they had seen from the other behemoth that laid burning in it's last death throes of life.
And from the survivor's of this hellish spectacle a great moan of agony was let out as mankind has never heard since or after as they the survivors stood bewildered by the sight before them of total desolate destruction of heaped molten and burning pile of metal that took no form of it past image.
The End!
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