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As the assault on the town focused inward, it was hoped that the understanding presented through pictures would grow…but it seemed to be something else, though Fiskersonn was at least receiving nods from the enlisted while their officers bickered. Something the Recon officer shouted back to confirm with his crewman seemed of definite import-and it made the infantry officer bite back his doubts with a glare and a grimace.
The Petrekoran recon officer shook his head, rolled his eyes, then looked directly to Unterbrust and Fiskersonn- pointed at the bat-ear cartoon on the ground, and pointed north- up the road, past Kobberhus. The Twaryians were north- and, judging from how he pointed to the Vynmark officers, and then reached out a hand, the Petrekorans would appreciate some help.
His hand was clasped by one, then the other, and Fiskersonn was off like a shot, not interdicted by the numerous Petrekorans on the left flank. Though, there were bursts of smoke to the north village that had been gestured to- no shots yet, though. What was happening?
As if to throw another hat in the ring of chaos, one fighter chased another over the battle zone. A straggler, or the start of a furball?
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The eastern attack group made headway down the road towards Kobberhus, having made short work of the village group and the tanks choosing to weather the impotent anti-tank fire rather than allow themselves to be slowed by it.
Von Totmann, allowing Raine and the others by as he investigated any potential trophies of war and had his casualties collected as well, lamented that there weren’t more prizes to take. The initial artillery strike that had kicked off the battle here had utterly wrecked three of the four guns, as well as their ammunition and equipment. Only the last one seemed suitable to pick up and use again- once some bits of the crew were cleaned off.
>x1 4cm AT Gun available for looting.
None of the soldiers here had been women, at least- a funny thing to think when two of the other officers present on this flank were such, but he wasn’t being asked to kill <span class="mu-i">them</span>. Though, if he was asked to, he couldn’t help but have identified the weak points in their armor already…
A fellow tank hunter, albeit one mounted in crude hack-jobs of existing tanks, rolled up just ahead. This one had just arrived, from who knew where. Presumably somebody who a contact of the Countess Hageldorf knew- if they and he lived, maybe they could get to know each other, but for now, there was little reason to lower one’s guard. While no additional enemies had been sighted, Raine and Krogh’s dragoons had heard something and seen indications of movement up north- of motors and tracks. It was too soon for reinforcements that the observation planes had clued in on coming- these must have been people already present…
>Turn is Open
