T-Rex and a few of the older APCs were left tangling with the open-walled courtyards on the right-flank. The perfect spot for any hoodlum with an RKG-3 to score an easy kill if they were too aggressive, too soon. Their force used the concealment of the defilade and shrubbery to skirt around suspected killboxes before committing their infantry towards the fight. T-rex laid back with a VADS in case things became dicey as the infantry picked their way along, an M113 upgraded to ACV-15 standards was operating in close-support, knocking over walls with its hull so the rest of the armor sitting overwatch could make sure nobody was flanking them from courtyards as the infantry took the high-ground of nearby buildings to get a lay of the land. Fighting had been swift and sparse on these outskirts, mostly just some really alarmed local civillians and the occasional old-timer with an AK that didn't take a liking to someone kicking a boot through their door instead of the well-planned defense-in-depth they were expecting.

This led to one of the squads getting eyes on an intersection up ahead, spotting a dug-in T-72 with its main-gun sighted down the road to ambush their T-62 the moment it would've came into the main street. The findings were relayed, Rick's job had been to listen for infantry-chatter on their radio-net, leaving comms in the rest of the tank free and clear.

"Boss, tanks up ahead, on our left, 200 to 300 meters, a pair of BMPs dead-ahead if it weren't for these tenaments in the way."

Marcus pinched at and stroked his graying beard, thinking. "VADs, follow us close, guns right. Alexi, turret aft, be ready to traverse right, Rick load AP, prep the next AP, and be ready to dig into the HEAT rounds. Adrian, all ahead full, we're going to bust right through those walls and clear a path. Like Rick said, we just need to make it 200 meters before they realize what we're up to."

"Fucking hell..." Adrian swore as he gunned the engine and shifted to a lower gear and sped off, an ex-Isreali M163 VADS following the neat tank-sized hole they punched though several ranch-style apartment-buildings and disturbed many fine locals in the process. When they came out the other side, they were behind a dug-in T-72 at point-blank range.

"Traverse right! Tank!"

"Up!"

"Depression" The nearst tank was too close and too low to the ground, a slight flaw in Marcus's plan as the T-72's turret began to react to their presence

"Next target, tank, right! Adrian, find us some depression!"

"On it!" Adrian began driving around the tank they spooked, to buy them some time and maybe find something to get their treads on to get the gun down, but it was a losing proposition and the enemy tank's powered traverse was winning.

"Identified" Alexi shouted as she lined up on the further tank sat neatly on the main-road just as its engine was coming to life, the tank would soon be reversing into cover and popping smoke.

"Ramming!"

"Fucking [i]WHAT[/i]?!"

Adrian ran his tank over the top of the dug-in T-72, then gunned the engine and grinding treads on steel as the slipping tracks literally tore the sights off the dug-in T-72 and upset the turret-ring, soft-killing it in place as the T-62 rolled-off and found level ground.

Behind them, the VADs was making its trademark "Brrrrrrrt" as it laid into a BMP-1 and its dismounted AT-team.

Alexi fired, the other tank was now engulfed in defensive smoke, but she knew where it HAD to have been a second ago and fired.

Marcus popped smoke as well, sowing absolute chaos in the enemy's forward defensive lines.

"Adrian, get us out of here and start laying a line of smoke for the PCs. I believe you may have just steamrolled their right flank."

Alexi kicked him in the back of the head, "And don't you [i]EVER[/i] pull a stunt like that again!"

Rick popped his head out to lay some 40mm small-arms fire into the tank they just ran over.