Lieutenant Niel rode head out of the cupola, goggles firmly strapped to protect his eyes as the last of the dust and masonry from his previous diguise bounced it's way loose from the hull as his Panzerjager leisurely navigated the last of the gentle slopes of the eastern battlefield, comfortable enough in the notion that he was safe and out of range and priority of any stray shell's path, if the rolling pallet of rubble he currently rode on hadn't caught an enemy gunner's attention thus far.
He ordered a short halt and pivot, as he neared his desired location: An outcropping of the south woodland, a curtain of trees to hide from sight and a perfidious position to reach out and touch a passing enemy from, giving him no choice but to present front, flank and rear to get by, lest he prove foolhardy enough to try and break through the woods instead. With enemy recinforcements approaching from the northeast and a den like that all to himself, Villi believed he and his solitary comrade be in their element. A perfect place from which to loose a strike unexpected, the crucial moment exploited, then melting away as if never there.
>>5465518"[J-3] here. Remember [C-7], steer clear of the woods. We'll be lucky to get a second shot here if anything goes wrong, so I'd like to make the first count. Niel out."
He ordered his vehicles forward, rumbling out of the fog and under the shaded canopy of the woods. Quiet, methodical and thankless work without heroics, he thought, what a good fit for one such a venomous, belly crawing worm as he.
>>5466089Unsure if halved movement through rough terrain rounds up or down. Regardless, I'd like to be as deep in that bit of tree there [aa27]/[bb28] as I can be, then I might actually get to shoot something!
