Cpt Sergei Rumkov powered down the road and just as he reached his next cover of safety, his red lights lit up again. CRAP! Jinking his Hind in a tight turn he deliberately dropped it to the ground just as the missile, probably a Roland, exploded 200 meters behind him in the forest. Damn he hated those things! Looking over his instrument panel he saw no damage and breathed a sigh of relief. He was lost in thoiught when his Copilot asked if he was okay. Smiling he nodded and continued the hide and seek to the front.
Meanwhile Sgt Teskuvich and his army tank north spotted an artillery unit 2300 meters out. Interesting it was just sitting there. Sgt Teskuvich was now command of his small tank force since his commander died early in the war by an American TOW. Being only 23 years old he was the youngest tank commander at the moment. He wondered if they would win this war and although he was the most die hard communist there ever was, he sometimes wondered what the hell they were doing! Well enough thoughts.
Gunner! Target! 10 o'clock. Load HE.
Target acquired! Locked! Away!
Damn! Miss! The other tanks joined in and although tank 3 hit no explosion. Hitting reverse and suspecting a trap Teskuvich backed out behind the tree line and gave orders to go to alternate positions.
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