Millions of tanks relentlessly advanced through the sea.
Dragging swathes of white waves, mingled with chunks of flesh and blood of sea monsters.
Fierce storms and towering waves struck down from time to time, smashing into the neat tank formations, scattering them all over. Many were even smashed into the deep sea, hundreds of meters down, as if they had suffered an overwhelming disaster.
But after a while, when the colossal waves dissipated, the amphibious tanks resurfaced, re-forming into their orderly formations without any change.
Within the pervasive scent of blood that spanned hundreds, if not thousands of kilometers,
Even the deep-sea monsters learned to be humble.
Any that smelled the scent of the tank army's oil from over a hundred kilometers away would flee far, no longer considering themselves the overlords of the deep sea, nor seeing the need to uphold the dignity of such.
