We start with a look at Red Devil's 25 pdr - he is area firing a patch of dirt near Leto's platoon of Marders. Leto is trying to knock out this gun with his 81mm mortar, but it is so far away the rounds are falling very inaccurately.
The result of this area firing is large clouds of dust in front of Leto's platoon, which effectively blocks them off from joining in the battle with RD's Southern Stuarts. Afraid a stray round might land near his open topped Marders, Leto backs them up.
On the central high plateau, RD's flanking Stuarts from the East have achieved LOS and begin pumping lead into the side of Leto's other lone marder. At least five more rounds pump into the vehicle after it dies.
Back at Leto's setup area, he swings his AFVs around the West of town in order to meet the threat coming from the East.
Randy's Crusaders get into trouble here - they pulled to a halt right in the sights of Leto's 75mm ATG lurking in the rocks. They get a penetration as the minute ends - gun damaging one of the Crusaders. Below the gun is Leto's 81mm mortar trying to knock out the 25 pdr.
To the Northwest, one of Randy's trucks appears to be trying to get out of the small arms fire from the Oasis. A third truck is knocked out, leaving three trucks.
RADIO CHATTER:
RANDY: "here we go then - the drivers' women.. lamenting and wailing over the senseless slaying... have gathered in a money raising rally and a reward for your capture and eventual execution is growing daily.
of course no one is questioning the motives of the commander's decision to let them rot out there :)"
PETE: "There are several peasant ladies turnip and beet craft clubs in Russia that are at the head of the line… in 1941, a company commanded by the Desert Buttox (known as the Steppes Sonofabitch back then) attacked a small village and blew up the local cabbage factory, resulting in the deaths of all able bodied working men (the cabbage brine was super heated by the fires, effectively cooking the village men). As the Russian women ate the cabbage infused man broth with their soup hands, they furiously pumped their other hand at us in a fist action, swearing tasty revenge upon us…Perhaps a few of my panzermen have succumbed to that gypsy curse, as they seem to be swimming around in a broth of gas and flames… and making a crispy “popping” sound from time to time…Cheers!"
RANDY: "stus to the right of them, stus to the front of them... into the gully of death drive the crazed wurst fed gypsy lovers.."
PETE: "Yee haw. Finally get to put a few holes in something that isn’t a truck."
"Most sorts of diversion in men, children, and other animals, are in imitation of fighting." - Jonathan Swift