[h3]Sergeant Harald, Gallian Milita[/h3]

After discussing the plans with Celeste, Harald called the rest of the squad together in an adhoc briefing. [b]'Well then kids, judging by Hunt and co's report, we won't be able to make a frontal assault. Therefore we've thrashed out a plan to grab the Imp's attention while hitting them in the rear.'[/b] Laying his map out before them, he and the Corporal explained the plan in detail, making sure everyone knew their roles. [b]'... and that's the gist of it. Stichler's team will be fighting in close quarters, so I want Kyo and Sykora with her. Jatmoore too, since they'll need a good pair of eyes. The rest of you will hit the front with me. Durandal, MacDonald, you guys will be responsible for knocking out strongpoints in the windows. The rest of us will pour on as much fire as we can, then move in to secure the first building. If Stichler's team hasn't caught up with us by then, we dig in and hold that farmhouse. All good? Good. We still have a few hours of sunlight; grab some sleep. We move at 0200.'[/b]

[u]0220 31st March 1935 EC
La Haye Sainte[/u]

[b]'Quiet now lads... Nearly there.'[/b] Crawling prone across a muddy field, Sergeant Harald was focussed entirely on the flickering light coming from an upper floor window ahead. Only a couple of hundred metres ahead was a low wall, close enough to the farmhouse to be a good firing point, but far enough away to provide decent cover. If the squad could just get that far before getting spotted, they might stand a chance of pulling this off. Harald froze as a beam of light shone from one window, all but certain they'd been had. After a tense moment, the light disappeared... Someone fucking with a torch perhaps. [i]Bastard near enough gave me a heart attack...[/i] He continued on, the rest of the team fanning out around him as they approached the wall. They were nearly in position. They had already rehearsed the attack beforehand; once everyone was ready, the lancers would punch a few holes in the farmhouse. Once the Imps responded, the team would have to weather the storm and pray that the others made it. Harald finally reached the wall, leaning his shoulder against its reassuring firmness. [b]'Alright then... Lancers?',[/b] he whispered. [b]'Fuck 'em up.'[/b]