Really like this dio
Currently we are doing some PE sets (roof) and other resin 3d printed items
Also I was thinking to add some new figures in early type uniform, should be 2 Belgians (or 3) during a hot battle, using their MG and one young german officer is sneaking from the front of the car.
A short story ( not a real one)
"In the thick of a scorching August afternoon, the battlefield was ablaze with chaos and fury. Smoke and dust filled the air, mingling with the sharp tang of gunpowder. Amidst this bedlam, a Minerva armoured car, one of Belgium’s finest, stood resolute, its steel plating reflecting the relentless sun. Inside, three soldiers of the Belgian Army manned their posts with unwavering determination. They were Sergeant Louis Dupont, Corporal Henri Leclerc, and Private Emil De Wilde.
Their mission was clear: hold their position and delay the German advance until reinforcements arrived. Positioned behind their armoured car, they fired relentlessly towards the rear, where the bulk of the enemy forces advanced. Their machine gun roared, spitting hot lead into the approaching waves of German soldiers.
"Henri, keep the ammo coming! Emil, watch our flanks!" Louis barked, his voice barely audible over the cacophony of battle.
Henri fed the clip of ammunition into the machine gun, his hands steady despite the turmoil. Emil scanned their surroundings, his rifle ready, but the intensity of the rear assault demanded their full attention, leaving the front of the car dangerously exposed.
Unbeknownst to them, a young German officer, Lieutenant Karl Müller, had crawled his way through the tall grass, using the Minerva as cover. His heart pounded in his chest, each beat a drumroll of anticipation. He had spotted a gap in the Belgians' defense and knew this was his chance to strike a decisive blow.
Karl crept closer, his pistol drawn, eyes fixed on the Belgian crew who remained focused on the rear. He could hear their voices, their commands, their determination. They had no idea he was there.
Just as Karl prepared to spring his attack, Emil caught a flicker of movement from the corner of his eye. "Louis, someone's coming from the front!" he yelled, spinning around.
But Karl was already in motion. He lunged from his hiding spot, firing his pistol. The shots rang out, and Henri crumpled, a bullet striking his shoulder. Emil and Louis reacted instantly, swiveling the machine gun around, but Karl was too close. Emil threw himself at Karl, knocking the pistol from his hand. The two young men grappled fiercely, each fighting for their lives.
Louis, torn between helping Emil and continuing to fend off the Germans at their rear, made a split-second decision. "Emil, hold him off! I’ve got the rear!" he shouted, resuming his position behind the machine gun.
Emil and Karl rolled in the dust, punches and shouts filling the air. Emil managed to pin Karl to the ground, wrenching his arm behind his back. "I’ve got him, Louis!" he called out, his voice strained.
With Emil keeping Karl subdued, Louis turned his full attention to the German forces. His machine gun roared back to life, cutting down the advancing soldiers with grim precision. Henri, despite his wound, crawled over to help, feeding ammunition to Louis with one good arm.
Reinforcements finally arrived, their arrival heralded by the thunderous roar of artillery and the rallying cry of fresh troops. The Belgian forces surged forward, pushing back the Germans who began to retreat under the renewed assault.
The battlefield fell silent as the last of the Germans fled. Karl Müller, now a prisoner, looked at the Belgian soldiers with a mixture of respect and defeat. They had fought valiantly, their courage and determination undeniable.
Louis, Emil, and Henri stood together, battered but unbroken, as they watched the enemy retreat. They had held their ground against overwhelming odds, their bravery and tenacity turning the tide of battle. In the midst of chaos, they had found their heroism, their names forever etched in the annals of history."
