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Worse news, a pair of what were clearly ground attack planes, from the lumps under their wings and fuselage, were on the move. A pair of friendly aircraft screamed in from the north- but an enemy fighter was moving to dissuade them, as well. Would the effort be enough?
Lieutenant Lutzow-Spelinger, at least, was ready for the possibility. The 13mm pintle machine gun was quickly manned- it could point high, and its heavy bullets would wound any aircraft that came near. Or, at least, help drive it away…
>Ground Fire is done based off of proximity. Any machine gun armament that is not fixed in turret or hull, ie, pintle or troop-carried, may fire upon aircraft, but they are unlikely to hit it- criticals will drive it away, but multiple criticals must be scored to down an aircraft, unless the attack is made by a dedicated anti-air vehicle.
Just south of the new panzer line, Raine’s platoon coolly streamed into the castle, prying open and climbing about to make their way around the obsolete fortification of a wooden gate- the bar dropped behind was little proper defense, and only a delay.
Expecting a fight, the men threw smoke all over, and advanced- their cover was excellent- and they drew only uncertain, imprecise fire, until they stumbled upon a prize sooner than expected.
The communications equipment and field offices presented no illusion as to what had been captured- as the staff officers quickly either tried to flee or got down, none prepared for a fight with the now grizzled dragoons.
Alvin himself had the satisfaction of sticking his crude hunting shotgun into the face of what looked to him like somebody awfully important, from the grey beard and fancier décor on his black uniform. No resistance was had- apparently, the more important folks weren’t so keen on fighting to the death.
All the better. Taking him alive would probably give a fat, juicy reward. In the times of the Nauk Imperial, there had been an award for the first man to fight his way onto an enemy city’s walls- Vynmark’s army hadn’t assaulted a city or a castle in many, many years, but he certainly hoped that some fussy nobles kept a few such decorations ready for him to claim that one.
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