Standing watch high above the field, Captain Meulemann allowed himself an indulgent smile as the second round hit Squad Six's tank. It had taken him a while to figure out the plan his troops had come up with and longer to spot the Sergeant's little MG nest, but as the pieces slowly fell into place, Tarquin could admit to a certain satisfaction. Of course it wasn't a perfect set up and there had been at least one casualty, but for a rookie unit with barely a week's training under their belts, Squad Four was faring surprisingly well. He counted the seconds with bated breath, scanning his binoculars back and forth as the Corporal led the first victims into Harald's killzone. Back in the open field, a disgruntled Sergeant popped the hatch on his tank and waved a signal flag. With the enemy armour neutralised, Squad Four would have to work pretty hard to fuck it up now.

[b]'Not yet...'[/b] Laying prone with the MG held tight into one shoulder, Harald tried to focus as the first targets entered his arc of fire. [b]'... Not too soon, or we won't catch them all.'[/b] He winced in sympathy as Jatmoore took a burst of fire, but her actions had baited the remaining two shocktroopers, who surged forward after Stichler and her pursuers. The sound of sporadic gunfire from the left told him that a handful must have stayed with the tank, but that almost worked in their advantage; with the remaining enemies split, he could down these four, then shift along the treeline to assist the others, most likely Glaive and possibly Sykora. [b]'Carn, you take the scout farthest right and I'll sweep from the left.'[/b] With the wireless wedged under his elbow on constant broadcast, Stichler would know when to open fire. [b]'On three; one, two... [i]threeopenfire![/i]'[/b]

Perhaps it was the shock of firing such a powerful weapon, but Harald blanked out for a fraction of a second on pulling that trigger. A long chain of heavy chalk rounds cut through the grass at knee height, knocking both shocktroopers down in seconds. As he leant left, traversing the gun to his right, the Sergeant saw the remaining two hostiles go down to Carn and Stichler's rifle crossfire. Removing his finger from the heavy trigger with a visible yank, he grinned up at Carn. [b]'Well fuck me, it actually worked.'[/b] After a long moment scanning the field for nasty surprised, Harald rallied up those in the killzone area and led them along the woods toward the 'destroyed' tank; he left the MG behind, instead using his trusty rifle for this last bit of clean up.