48th at Kursk

[RedDevil]

Do you hear that?.. The Purr of our MG42s spewing forth hot lead at your panicky masses, huddled in their trenches, cowering, fearing both Us and The Boss!
Do you smell that?.. The Sweet aroma of gunpowder in it's burnt stage, a sure sign our QA control in the work camps is solid and our troops can march confidently towards Moscow, knowing the bullets work!

We see your tanks, taking cheapy shots at loaded trucks instead of fighting like Iron knights and dueling our Panzers, Cowards!
Soon you will see the smouldering wrecks of your tank forces littering the steppes and gullies of Kursk!