Re: Ambush!
Ural
Heedless of the enemy fire striking all around him, Mariusz stands up in the bed of the slowly rolling Ural and begins to return fire, sending a hastily aimed 40mm S HE grenade towards the enemy firing line. Before the grenade impacts, Mariusz is felled by a powerful body-blow. He crumples to the floor next to the ambush's first casualty, trying to catch his breath and assess the damage. To his surprise, it appears the bullet that struck him in the midsection was stopped by a combination of two of his AK-74 magazines and his Russian para's flack vest (Mariusz -1 40mm S HE; -2 full magazines damaged).
Thor also attempts to return fire. He's able to squeeze off two rounds before he too is knocked down by a ricochet to the abdomen. The bullet is bled of much of its energy as it passes through the filthy hides and winter jacket in which Thor is clad and it fails to puch through the pasty white flesh of his belly and into his abdomen. Nevertheless, he's knocked down by the impact and gasping for breath. (Thor -2 rounds) (Thor: slight wound to belly)
Piotr crouches down behind the truck's thin side wall and tries to pick out a muzzle flash through the narrow field of view afforded by his SVD's scope. He's able to line up a target just before the truck lurches forward and he fires a single shot. The Ural's sudden acceleration tugs at the long barrel of the Dragunov, and he has to struggle to remain upright AND hold on to the rifle. As the truck continues to pick up speed, he finds that it's almost impossible to line up another aimed shot through the scope. (Piotr -1 round)
The other Poles still aboard the Ural are unable to return fire because of the pile-up of bodies- living and dead- quickly building in the bed of the truck.
After the initial shock of the sudden ambush, and the brief cognitive and vehicular slow-down it causes, Vita puts the pedal to the metal, accelerating through the kill zone. The truck races past the shot-up sedan (to its left) and bumps over something (or someone) lying in the road near the overturned motorbike. The truck handles about as well as it did before the ambush, probably indicating that it hasn't sustained any damage to its engine or tires.
Roadside
Screened by the slowly rolling truck- which is drawing the lion's share of the inicoming fire- most of the dismounts scramble for cover in the shallow roadside ditch furthest from the enemy. Warren immediately starts crawling towards the sedan, stopped in the same ditch about 35m up ahead. There's movement inside and the rear passenger side door pops open. One of the general's bodyguards crawls out headfirst dragging something or someone behind him (it/he is still in the back seat, at this point).
Dieter takes the opposite tack and charges south, towards the right (west) end of the enemy's linear ambush in attempt to single-handed flank it. It's a bold move but it almost costs him his life. Dieter feels as if he's run straight into a fense cross-beam set at stomach level. He stops dead in his tracks and falls to the ground, the wind knocked completely out of him. He struggles to breath, fighting back panic. Clutching at his stomach, he reflexively yanks his hand back after cutting and burning it on something jagged and hot. (Dieter: slight wound to right hand; slight wound to abdomen)
Jan and Dawid attempt to wring order from the chaos, issuing orders and looking for clear-cut targets at which to return fire. By the time they've set up their weapons (Jan is slowed by his arm wound), the enemy fire has stopped.
Minh, Tucker, Matias and Monika also find cover and begin searchng for targets. Once again, by the time they are situated behind meager cover and oriented towards the enemy, the incoming fire has ceased. Craig reopens his leg wound while unassing from the truck and the renewed pain throbbing through his halmstring overwhelms him for a moment. By the time he's recovered enough to take offensive action, the firefight appears to be over.
The Ural is well past the kill-zone and no longer drawing any fire. The enemy, last seen some 60 yards away from where the dismounts are crouching or lying prone, has ceased firing. The flaring after-image of multipe muzzle flashes dance before your eyes (assuming you were looking at the enemy), making it difficult to see what's currenly going near the enemy's position. There's some movement there, but it appears that the hostile force is now moving away from you.
Next Moves?
This message was last edited by the GM at 03:31, Sat 05 Feb 2011.