Fufsen slowly marched through the treaded ground where the German Panzers had rolled though, looking out as he saw smoke rising from two tanks heading toward his line.  He gave a slight laugh, before realizing that the Panzer Company had already rolled off to attack another of the towns flank.   He looked pathetically at his assault rifle, then shook his head.  “Tank-busters needed, offensive front.”  One red light appeared on his HUD, and he felt someone tap his shoulder.

“Needed a buster, you got one.”  Dreios grinned a bit-he wasn’t wearing his helmet, and had his Gauss Launcher slung over his shoulder.  “Whats the target?”
“Two APCs, coming from the city.  Not sure on enemy troop numbers.  If you take out one, the sharpanel might knock the other one out of commission, and if not, I’ll try and bust it with a grenade.”

Dreios nodded and lay down, staying still and acting as a corpse, letting his targetter line up with the leading APC.  “Down.”  Fufsen lay down next to him, lining up his rifle with the second APC.  “3…2…1.”  Dreios grinned and let the launcher fire, grunting slightly from the recoil.   The grenade sped toward the leading transport, but the driver must have seen them before, making a sharp turn.  Fortunatly, the grenade still burrowed into the APC’s rear, although blew up a second too late.  Instead of detonating the entire rear of the tank, it simply blew out a large chunk of it, the sharpanel ripping it’s treads, although the other one didn’t suffer.   Fufsen let loose with his grenade, watching as it landed infront of the second tank, and saw the plume of smoke and rising dirt from the explosion, although he didn’t see if it had hit, the smoke obscuring his view.

Karov sighed as the Panzer Eight rumbled toward the flank of the city, the rumbling calming him slightly.  “Panzer group, watch out.  American tanks are approaching you position from the city.  Karov looked down at his radar, spotting the red blinking dots, suddenly halting his tank.   “Panzer group, halt!”  All the tanks-six of them-stopped.  “Turn to the sent coordinates!”  As a machine would, all six tanks turned toward the approaching American tanks.  “Drive and fire!”

Karov winced from the thunderous roar of the cannons firing-three years and he still wasn’t used to it.  He watched as the shell sped toward one of the American tanks, then gave a satisfired grin as it tore right through the front armor and exploded.  He watched as another tank went up in flames, and then as one of the Panzers rolled over a slight hill, then blew up in a ball of fire.  “SHIT!  Panzers, fall back!  They have land mines!”  He brought his tank to a sudden halt, dirt getting kicked up as the treads quickly spun the tank around and it zoomed back.  He grunted as the tank shook, the cockpit glowing red and a small sign showing up across his screen: Critical Damage.  “SHIT!” 

Karov took out his pistol, shooting the lock off the tanks hatch.  He kicked it, jumped out and ran barely ten feet before the tank was hit again, this time exploding.  The explosion sent him forward a few feet, causing him to roll on the ground and groan a bit. “Shit…”