Crouched behind the Tarpan against the rear wheel Wicks hears the smack and crump as Minh falls in the back of the vehicle. He cracks open his grenade launcher and pulls one of the CS round from his vest.

Once loaded he rises slightly from his cover bring the weapon to bear and quickly scans the line of infantry trying to determine with the wind direction the best place to try and land the round so it covers as much of the infantry line and the tractor. He uses his last round hit for a range estimate and fires. Once behind cover he says loud enough so those around him can hear;

CS Round, out.

He didn’t ask anyone if it was poos and vomit CS but he hoped so. It should cover 120 square metres if he can get the thing on target.

Alan Wicks
M14K (19/20) HK-69 (1/1 CS) M-72 (1/1)
Firing for maximum coverage
Rear right wheel Tarpan

Knocked to the ground, Quyen lays on her back in the bed of the truck. Digging into her webbing she pulls out of her personal med kit and tears it open to remove the long bandage. She'll then attempt to deal with her leg wound while yelling, "Nobody is on the AGS."

Quyen
Dealing with her wound
Truck (prone)
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Jan aimed the grenade launcher again for the pirates suspected location, and fired.

He'll move over to the Mk-19 immediately after, and begin scanning the far riverbank, keeping an ear out for Anneka's assault group.

Jan
With FSG
Firing HE from BG-15
Manning the Mk-19

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Hearing the port side Dushka still hammering out rounds, Tucker gets on the radio and calls out, "All posts, Tucker.  Is there targets on the other side?  Does he need help. over."

From behind the rear of the tarpan Wicks says:
"Give me a second and I'll get on it, are you OK ? Stay very low"


Alan Wicks
M14K (19/20) HK-69 (0/1) M-72 (1/1)
Talking, staying low
Rear right wheel Tarpan
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Dawid got behind the Vasilek and aimed it at the woods, scanning for targets.

"Keep your heads down, boys! If that grenadier sticks his head up let's take it off!"

82mm Vasilek (2/5 HE)
Aiming for Opportunity Fire
Rear Deck, Wisla Krolowa

Mariusz grimaced, it was time to earn his leadership role. Without decisive action, his flank would collapse and he'd lose men. He yelled to his troopers and the RPD gunner, "I'll take the flank, cover me!"

He ran to the door and waited for his squad to loose off a barrage of fire, as it reached the height of its crescendo he exited the door at a run, heading for a clump of cover that would allow him to bypass the blind spot. As he ran he fired off five wild shots from the hip with his G3.

Mariusz
Running like hell
5 wild shots from the G3 (15/20)

Bayer rolls over and positions himself under the Tarpan with the front wheel blocking him from the fire as much as possible. Laying his G36 on the pavement he digs into his tac vest and whips out his compass. Leaving the squad management up to their Wicks, who was their commander after all, he attempts to put on round on top of the APC. Glancing down at the laminated map attached to his rifle stock he calculates the target area.

In the radio mic he says, "Queen Sunray. Fire mission. Grid NK 452 682... dismounted infantry in open... one round for adjust...over."

Bayer
Armed with radio, map and compass
Prone under truck
Calling mortar fire
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Griet called out over the intercom to Dawid, "Dawid, Sunray has a firemission for the mortar, Grid NK 452 682... dismounted infantry in open... one round for adjust."

She called over to Tucker, "Tuck, the mortar's needed for support, are you OK to cover the woods?"

FSG

Jan lobs another grenade towards the former mortar position. The smoke of the exploding grenade mingles with the dust and smoke tossed up by the wild fire of the Krolowa's militia HMG'er.

Anneka, Kamil, and another two militiamen rise and run towards the fire-torn patch of tall grass expecting little resistance. They get about 30m from their ambush position when the Krolowa's overzealous gunner swings his Dushka around and rakes the trio with 12.7mm fire. Kamil is tossed like a ragdoll as two heavy slugs tear through his torso. One of the other militiamen spins around spewing blood as a round catches him in mid-stride. Anneka is knocked off her feet as the falling militiaman is thrown across her path. As she hits the ground, a torrent of bullets continues to snap overhead.

Hamlet

With a couple of his militia squadies sending lead in the general direction of the western flanking squad (they can't actually see any of the flankers, currently), Marek leaves the relative safety of the house and sprints across the back yard towards a better firing position, shooting his big G-3 battle rifle from the hip as he does so.

Miraculously, one of the flanking pirates falls wounded and the others, surprised by the lone charger, quickly go to ground. Mariusz reaches the cover of a woodpile just as a swarm of bullets tears into the sawn logs.

Meanwhile, Tom Jones, who's been conspicuously queit up to this point in the battle climbs on to the western building's roof and sets up his RPK-74 to cover the group's right flank.

Tarpan-Honker

With bullets flying all around, Wicks launches a cannister of CS gas towards the right (his right) side of the advancing pirate line. The gas quickly disperses, instantly quieting nearly half of the enemy and stalling one half of a flanking attempt.

Nevertheless, the left side of the pirate line begins its half of the envelopment with fire and movement. Meanwhile, the PTS-M slowly begins backing up the road, its gunner spraying fire at the Tarpan-Honker all the while.

Minh, lying supine in the back of the squad carrier is showered with warm brains as an incoming bullet finishes off the militiamen wounded in the throat just seconds before. His comrade is likewise hit again, a bullet punching into his sternum just above his Chicom-style chest rig. Two seconds later, his head lolls back, staring at Minh upside down with eyes showing only their whites. She can hear bullets striking the AGS-17's drum magazine. Despite the gory distractions, Minh is able to bandage the wound in her left leg. The bullet appears to have damaged only muscle. There's not much blood leaking out the the neat entry wound, but the pain is the most intense she's ever felt in her life. It will be interesting to see if she can put any weight.

Lying on the cracked bitumen behind the T-H's right, front tire, Konrad remains unscathed, trigonometry and physics keeping him safe from the cascade of incoming fire.

Next Moves?
This message was last edited by the GM at 22:22, Fri 25 Sept 2009.

Wicks empties the spent shell from his grenade launcher and replaces it with a HE round, pivoting his position around the right rear wheel of the tarpan. He raises the launcher and fires at the advancing line of infantry using the impact point of the first grenade as a range guide. He then turns back ejecting the spent cartridge and inserts an APERS round. He says:

“Fire militia full auto, bring them down” “Minh are you able to reach the RPK, drop it over the back if you can. Stay low though.”


Alan Wicks
M14K (19/20) HK-69 (1/1 HE) M-72 (1/1)
Firing for maximum coverage
Rear left wheel Tarpan
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"I got it covered Griet, over," Tucker replies back to Griet as he continues to scan for threats on the starboard side.

Jan saw the shots rip through the running group. He grabbed his radio handset. "Queen, FSG. Cease fire. Cease fire. You are shooting us up. Over."
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As soon as Griet heard the message she dashed from the wheelhouse to where the militiaman was deploying his heavy machinegun to such deadly effect. She put her hand on his arm and said, "Stop firing. I've had a report that there are no enemy left."

She didn't want to tell him that he'd possibly killed some of his own friends, there'd be time for that later and she didn't want him hesitating because of guilt until this action was over.

Once the man had finished firing, Griet returned to her position.

Anneka screamed with animal rage as Kamil and another militiaman are torn apart. Her first instinct was that there must have been an enemy just waiting for them to show themselves, but the ugly truth dawned on her even before she hit the ground.
Rage fueled her as she crawled to the nearest of the gravely wounded, shell dressing ripped from her webbing and applied in a vain attempt to save the mans life...

Anneka
Absolutely livid
Conducting first aid on the two casualties

"You!"
Stoner yelled in his basic Polish at one of the slightly wounded militia.
"Come here. Watch them."
He pointed at the seriously wounded laying on the floor, AK-74 held in his other hand.
A moment later and he was out the door with the speed of lightning, seeking cover and looking for trouble. He might not be able to save the casualties without assistance, but he'd be damned if he wasn't going to make sure that assistance came in a hurry.

Stoner
AK-74 (30/30) +5 mags
BG-15 (1/1 HE) + 5 HE
PM Makarov (8/8) +2 mags
Taking cover, firing grenades at enemy concentrations or firing single shots at individuals

Mariusz breathed heavivly behind the woodpile. Phase one of what he had dubbed "Operation Suicide" had gone better than he expected. Now for the really hard part, he thought.

He grabbed another of his grenades and drew it from its pouch, leaving the safety ring clipped on the caribiner inside the pouch. He lobbed the grenade in a lazy arc in the general direction of the enemy and then rolled toward the side of the woodpile furthest away from where he'd entered the cover.

As soon as the grenade exploded, he intended to pop his head around the woodpile to see if he could assess the situation.

Mariusz
G3 (10/20)
Throwing grenade (1 of 3)
Then rolling to opposite side of wood pile to look at enemy, if not pinned by fire.

"Queen, FSG. Can you confirm you know our position, and will not fire again on our location on the west shore? Over."

The ship had stopped firing, but Jan needed to make sure it was not a fluke.

Quyen wipes her face, but it seems to have only smeared the blood. Her heart was racing and adrenaline pumping too much for her to vomit. Contemplating whether to expose herself back into the same position that got her hit in the first place, she decides against getting back on the AGS for the moment. The small arms fire might have slacked off, but the APC was still pelting the truck with a high volume of fire.

Rolling back onto her stomach she crawls until she collects the RPK. Then using all of her strength, she tosses it out the back towards Wicks.

Quyen
Throwing RPK out the back

Keeping under cover on the pavement, Bayer continues to relay the information back to the tug to drop an 82mm round on top of the enemy group.

Bayer
Under the truck
Continuation of last turn

OOC - Rae about how many guys are attacking with the PTS-M?

"FSG, this is Queen," Griet replied, "you are in the clear."

She yelled over to her enthusiastic gunner, "Our troops are coming up. Do not, I repeat do not fire."

"FSG two, FSG one. I recommend you move back the injured back here if possible. You're in the open. I'll cover. Over."

The far side of the river was out of his sight behind the islands, and he could not support that fight. He could hear it though.

Jan began carefully observing the area around where the landed pirates were last seen. His instinct was to go forward and help the injured, but everyone could be killed if the pirates returned for some reason.

Jan
Ambush position
Overwatch
MK-19
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Wisla Krolowa

Alerted to the disaster by Jan's urgent radio calls, Griet climbs down from the Krolowa's port bridge door and calmly but firmly lays her hands on the berzerk heavy maching gunner. Griet's calm approach is reinforced by Ondar's angry bellowing from the bridge roof. The almost crazed militiaman is snapped out of his frenzy and releases the Dishka's triggers, ending Anneka's ordeal. He stands shaking all over, his eyes wide and a nervous smile lingering on his cracked lips.

Tucker, his arms still aching (his pain has started to dull down a bit) keeps a watchful eye on the eastern shore from the opposite side of the bridge. He sees nothing of note. Those outside the bridge can now feel the heat from the burning PT boat, even from over 300m away. The acrid smell of the smoke penetrates even the armored bridge.

Dawid, advised of Bayer's desperate request for a fire mission, obliges, sending an 82mm HE bomb looping towards the relayed map coordinates. Walter is doing a marvelous job maintaining a stable firing platform for the mortar crew.

FSG

Anneka and Jan can both exhale again, now that the murderous incoming HMG fire- friendly fire, at that- has ceased. Kamil is obviously dead. Another militaman has had his right arm torn off a few inches below the shoulder. Anneka uses the torniquet in a U.S. issue field dressing to try to stop the bleeding. Bits of shrapnel (bone, bullet fragments?) have torn into the man's torso along his right side. She gives the man a 50% chance of survival but it's all she can do at the moment.

Tarpan-Honker

Pinned beneath the bullet-riddled Tarpan-Honker, Bayer can only wait for the fire mission from the Wisla Krolowa's 82mm mortar to arrive. After what seems like ages, bullets continuing to punch into- and ricochet off of- the parked squad carrier above him, the now-familiar CRUMP of an exploding mortar bomb away on their right flank brings a mixture of relief and frustration. From the sound and the smoke and earth tossed up by the explosion, Bayer estimates the mortar bomb impacted about 100m east of the road, at the far end of the enemy skirmish line. If it had landed just a couple of dozen meters to the left, it would have dropped right onto the pirate line presently held up by the tear gas cloud.

OOC: There are about 25 men on the left side of the road, and 25 more on the right. The PTS-M is on the road, slowly but steadily moving north in reverse. Minh's initial grenade volley probably wounded a couple of enemy that were walking on the road in front of the PTS-M (while it was still advancing).

Meanwhile, on the left (west) side of the enemy line, the flanking move seems to have been held up. The three as-yet unwounded militiamen in the ditch on the west side of the Tarpan-Honker have taken advantage of the minor respite to start returning fire. None of them currently have the nerve to actually aim, though.

Minh, her leg wound crudely self-bandaged, eases up just a few inches and grabs the RPK from over the seat in front her (the dead man staring her right in the face as she does so). She yanks it over the seat and lays down again as bullets continue to buzz and snap right over her head. Reaching back she drops it over the tailgate where Wicks is bravely returning fire with his H&K-69 grenade launcher.

Wicks watches with satisfaction as his latest HE grenade lands right atop a persistent muzzle flash, blotting it out in a brief but much larger flash. Ducking down behind the Tarpan-Honker, he cracks open the grenade launcher, slides the spent cartridge out, and slides another one in. At least one of their antagonists is permanently out of the fight.

One down, 49 or so to go...

Enemy fire is still whip-cracking in from both side of the road ahead, but it is at its lowest volume since the fight started.

Hamlet

Mariusz, crouched behind slowly disintegrating cords of damp firewood, heaves a grenade towards the now-stationary flanking group. When the grenade detonates with a sharp BANG, he rolls to one side to get an eye on the situation. The grenade briefly stops the incoming enemy fire, but the residual smoke from the explosion makes it difficult to see anything. As the enemy starts to fire again, Mariusz rolls back behind cover, noting half a dozen muzzle flashes as he does so. The sound of the enemy fire is soon joined by the slightly throatier hammering of an RPK coming from behind him somewhere. Looking back at the house, he can just see the top of Tom Jones' head on the roof as the Welshman blasts away at the flankers with a long burst from his RPK-74.

Meanwhile, Stoner and a militiaman carrying the party's PKM exit the house on the way to reinforce the lone counter attacker (Mari).

NEXT MOVES?
This message was last edited by the GM at 22:07, Sun 27 Sept 2009.

Bayer judges the distance of the impact to the enemy group in the gas cloud. Toggling his radio, he says, "Queen Sunray. Adjust..." he then passes on the details that are needed.

Over his shoulder he yells, "Wicks! Get someone to deploy the gas... twenty five meters back on the road and on the left and right flanks. We'll fall back and blow it."

The position of the gas should allow a good dispersal of the nerve agent - a center round and one each on both sides of the road a fair distance out. The location (I think) is also far enough back as to allow the men to move the shells into position out of view.

Bayer
Adjusting fire
Under the truck

Drew

Drew looks at the pale limp body of the girl.  He pauses for a moment as if wanting to say something.  But his gaze hardens and he grips his machinegun.  He races legs pumping chest heaving as he sprints to the building, bounding up the stairs to the roof.

  Once on the roof he will keep low and scan the area for hostiles, tracking their lines of retreat, as well as potential positions they can set up a base of fire for a counter attack.

  Drew will monitor his ammo supply and consumption.  But, he will not be stingy with his rounds if it means rocking and rolling on enemy forces withdrawing whittling them down as they run.  Or hitting any concentrations who gather to regroup and launch a counter attack.

  Drew will shout out what the enemy is up to from his vantage.  He will shout,

"Anyone got any glasses?"

Sgt Drew
M240
On the roof covering