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“Fire when ready,” you ordered, and your shot soon went out- preceded by Von Metzeler’s. Yet, both were off the mark, close, but one skipped off the ground in front of the enemy, and the other glanced off the top of the front with a spray of sparks. “No effect,” you announced, glaring through binoculars at the enemy. They could have rushed their shot- but they didn’t. They were waiting- still making adjustments, taking their time. With its five centimeter gun, a solid hit could strike down either of your allies’ tanks…
Yet just when you thought you’d have to grit your teeth and hope against the worst, a blast from the side- Sparrow Five had loosed a shot, the glowing trace of the shell searing through the misty air and sinking into the front armor of the NfK-7, which fired off its own shell, but the hit had sundered any aim, and it skipped off the ground a good hundred meters before your group, its shooter catching fire on the hill and beginning to burn like a beacon.
You allowed yourself to exhale, and took in the surroundings again. “Forward.” Further battle was ensuing- a look east told you that the autogyros had been driven off from their initial landing point, but they could still land north. A radio report from the town told that one of the tankettes aligned with your forces had won a duel with an armored car. However, there was no little news of what was occurring between the foot soldiers, and you both noted visually and heard of plumes of munitions-caster smoke flowering up here and there.
Your infantry had made it to the town, at least, or was close. Not that you’d be able to coordinate them, but you could trust these men. Better than untrained and untested militia spread thin over the town, at least. Though, if two of the enemy’s four pieces of armor had been knocked out, you now held a huge advantage on the field. The only other reported armor was armed with 2.5 centimeter cannons at best, and the elite paratroopers had yet to deploy. You could advance and hope to force a retreat, or perhaps consolidate your position. After all, Gerovic’s force had yet to return…and weren’t expected to for some time. Enough time that somebody else would surely be arriving before you could escape to friendly territory yourself.
It had to be tempting to the Strossvalder commanders. Only a few kilometers away, there were friendly Republic troops holding the ground, but you appreciated that they saw fit to wait for you. Respected that the militia, for all their questionable combat capability, had come this far to risk sacrificing themselves for a chance at your escape, after your mission had been accomplished. Honorable men whom you hoped the Judge would treat kindly.
>Plan your maneuvers. Note that not all enemies and friendlies are necessarily visible on the map.
>Other actions?
