Pregnant Pause
Assault Team
You lie in the grass, observing the west end of the bridge. A single enemy continues to direct rapid-fire single shots at you from around the front-left corner of the MTLB (which is pointed down the road at you). The rounds buzz and crack overhead. Then, the enemy's PKM opens up, from roughly the same position. A bright, green line of tracers race towards you, alternatingly whipping between the two fire teams and tearning up the ground in front of you. Nothing can be seen of the four men who decended the northern embankment. A loud, reverberating, metalic KERANG brings the enemy fire to a sudden halt. Another 82mm mortar round has landed directly on top of the immobile MTLB, sending up a shower of sparks and metal debris. The vehicle is still largely intact, but it is now, quite literally, a smoking, convertible model...
OOC: Hit! Dawid's indirect, self-corrected 82mm mortar bomb lands right on top of the MTLB, creating quite a sound and light show for those who can see it. It's not clear how the blast has affected the enemy in the immediate vicinity.
Partisan Team
You form a skirmish line and begin your approach along the north side of the bridge road to Szczucin. Trusting in your contact's description of the enemy's dispositions, you cover the first 1500m relatively quickly. You're close enough now to see the mortar round blast open the MTLB's troop compartment, but not quite close enough to pick out any individual enemies. The pucker factor is skyrocketing...
Recon Team
You wisely decides that discretion is the better part of valor and begins slithering away from his position. The flankers have still not shown themselves, but your well-trained ears can now hear the rustle of the grass as they continue their approach on your just abandoned position...
Tug Team
Anneka is feeling ever more woozie from her recent exertions. There's too much going on; too much to keep track of. First the thunk and ensuing silence from above her, then Minh's cry of warning. Something about incoming fire? The bridge radio blares to life but she can't quite make out what's being said. It sounds urgent though. The mortar barks out twice from below. A gunshot? It's all just too much. She feels like she's about to vomit...
Dawid hears it this time. A supersonic round snaps through the air a foot away from his head, followed shortly by the report of the shooter's weapon from shore.
Minh, fortunately, happens to be looking at exactly the right spot on the east bank when the sniper fires at the young Polish gunner. She sees a minute flash from what had, moments before, appeared to be nothing more than one unremarkable mound of turf among many. The Sniper's position is about 500-750m ahead and to starboad. Nothing her Dushka HMG can't handle, though...
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