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"Yes!" the messenger saluted, mounted his horse, and galloped away.
Ivan turned to Duke Rocossov and said, "Then I'm off."
"Hmm, I'll be right there," the Duke replied, taking a step back and saluting Ivan.
Ivan turned to climb onto the tank but his legs were shaking so badly that he couldn't get up.
Old Duke Rocossov stepped forward, grabbed him by the armpit, and hoisted him up.
The Crown Prince stood behind the tank gun, placing all his weight on the turret, before finally looking down at Duke Rocossov, "Thank you."
"Don't mention it."
Ivan rapped on the tank turret hatch and shouted loudly, "Forward! To the very front of the formation!"
The tank roared to life, thundering forward.
Duke Rocossov watched the tank depart before getting into his own jeep: "Let's go, to the front of the first line of infantry, and then, Stepan, you can run. Go wherever it is you need to go."
Stepan nodded, "Understood."
The car engine started up.
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