Cratesistence
With nearly 20 comrades at his disposal, comrade Unaco split the platoon into two forces. My fireteam, Charlie, would be accompanied by Delta and the second medic, Variable; together, we would hit a cache to our north, and I had command of this second detachment.
We moved in bounds, one fireteam covering the other as we crossed open fields, darting from hedgerows to treelines. Soon the cache was within sight, on the other side of a hillside field. We opened up on the AI defenders: the firefight was short, explosions from GP-25 rounds blooming inside their little encampment. From higher up the hill to the west, we watched Delta cross the field and destroy the cache. Moments later, we joined Delta, and exchanged fire with 1-2 figures off to our north-east. Over TeamSpeak, it seemed as if CO/Alpha/Bravo were having a tougher time and I was grateful for our comparatively easy run so far.
Now comrade Unaco ordered us to push eastward, which meant moving down the slope. I sent Delta ahead, with orders to stay in the line of trees and low walls. Almost immediately they came under punishing fire. At least two men had been caught out in the open, and I watched them take multiple (fatal) hits not too far from me. Instinctively, I ordered everyone back - back to the top of the hill, where there was a road. Delta was done for, but all of Charlie (plus medic Variable) made it to the elevated position. Going prone and spreading out, we crawled forward to fire back down the hill. The enemy was running up towards us, no doubt convinced we were still fleeing; we cut them all down.
Afterwards, we rejoined CO/Alpha/Bravo, forming part of a line that assaulted northwards, down a wooded hillside to a third cache. It was brutal stuff in the trees, though our numbers allowed us to envelope the objective with flanking fireteams on both sides. I was 10m from the crates when I ran out of ammo for my AK, but Bravo and Alpha had cleared the site enough for me to run in and plant satchel charges. At that moment we were bounced by the enemy from our rear, so I put the charges on a 30-second timer, grabbed a Makarov and went charging back the way I'd come ...
Huzzah
If walking across open fields in the first mission was nerve-wracking,
Huzzah placed our BAF platoon at one end of a gigantic expanse of nothingness. Beyond it, we knew there were T-55s, each of which was more than capable of mowing down our infantry if we walked across the sand. They would make even quicker work of us, had we placed ourselves into convenient Land Rover-shaped packages.
So the opening phase of the battle was all about the IFVs and HAT teams. Spread out across the valley floor, with small flank elements high on either ridgeline, we watched red tracers zip into the hazy distance as the Warriors engaged far targets, and Javelins arc into the sky and away towards some hapless armour. Slowly, our own armour rolled forward and we jogged along, eventually coming to rest at a line of rocks and shrubs. This was to be our jumping off point - the start of a sprint.
When our CO, comrade Bodge, was happy that the tank battle was won (mostly), we set off. Running at full tilt, most of the infantry was under my command now, headed for the nearest set of compounds. Delta would hold the left, Bravo the right, whilst Charlie and Echo cleared the structures themselves. At least that was the plan. Then IVF2 exploded.
There was nothing we could do for the crew, but Bravo was out in the open and headed for the wrong compound. We called them in and soon found ourselves moving and fighting our way south through the compounds and gas station area. Off to our left, the CO in IFV1 was getting drawn into firefights; Delta and Charlie fireteams were getting bounced between both sides of the road, their FTLs dealing commendably well with a distinct lack of clarity over who was giving them orders (apologies - it could have been much clearer that they were attached to Bodge/IFV1, not my area). Still, within 5-10 minutes we had fought our way to the southern edges of the compounds west of the road, and in the process cleared the enemy off the high gound at the main objective.
As we re-formed our line in those compounds, comrade Bodge elected to secure the village/junction to our south-east before we assaulted the main objective. With support from Delta, IFV1 edged forward down the road and took a direct hit. We feared the worst, but comrade Bodge was soon on Teamspeak, calmy informing us that he needed a hand getting out of his vehicle. Which was, y'know, on fire.
The CO and his crew were pulled out, and now almost the entire platoon wheeled left, bearing down on the village from the north-west and straddling the road. It seemed to take a while to secure this area, during which I was up on the eastern-most hill of the objective area, concerned that we might be hit from the west at any moment and exhorting Fox and Bravo fireteams to screen us. But no attack materialised, and gradually it became clear that the rest of the platoon was winning to our east, so with Bravo in tow I inched westward on the ridgeline. Out in the distance, near the far end of the objective area, I saw a Land Rover. And some of our men. Under fire. It was one of our HAT teams.
Fox and Bravo came up, exploding an enemy command BMP-2 in the process. Then the whole platoon was back with us, sweeping through and onwards to the western end of the objective area. Though some enemies remained in the environs, we had succeeded in taking our objective for the loss of two IVFs and a handful of men. Very well done indeed, comrades, and in particular to comrade Bodge for being a brillant CO (and commanding the largest ever platoon in a Folk session).
BTW, what became of our special forces team?
Internecine
My fireteam, Charlie, had the north side of the village to guard, though I was on a rooftop with good views west. Our fearless CO spent much of the first 5 minutes tearing around the place, firing into the sky. Fireteam members would call out to me: "Is that one of ours, out in the field, shooting like a crazy man?" and I'd reply "Hold fire, it's the CO". In a mission where everything is purple, normal becomes a relative term.
And so we waited. Eventually a truck came in from the north-east, swinging around the north of the village and disappearing from my view out to the east. I think someone shot the driver, because I have a feeling that later on our CO continued his crazy antics from behind its wheel. We knew it for a distraction, and soon we spotted enemies far out to the west.
AK fire at range is pretty inconclusive stuff, which as the mission designer is exactly as I had hoped for. That said, AK fire at range
in volume is good at making one hug the dirt (or the rooftop)! After a few minutes of this I was getting concerned about ammunition and effectiveness, and CO/Alpha was getting hit from the north-west. I took Charlie out of the northern end of the village and struck west, hoping to flank whatever force was attacking Alpha.
We found the enemy, but they were at least 100m out. I shot 2-3 myself, and we appeared to be stopping their advance, but we were taking hits ourselves. Pretty soon only one of our number was still healthy - the rest of us crawling backwards to a compound, bleeding. CO/Alpha seemed to have been overrun, and over TeamSpeak it seemed clear that Bravo/Delta were also engaged on the far side of the village. We had to patch ourselves up.
When we had recovered, I wanted to re-try the flanking move, but the enemy had infiltrated the village and opened up on us from buildings to our south. We rotated and scattered, moving southwards as best we could. I soon found myself on my earlier rooftop, exchanging fire with someone two compounds to my south. I gave him bullets, he gave me grenades. It wasn't a great swap: though one of my colleagues patched me a second time, another grenade left me bleeding and unable to defend myself when I heard the footsteps of an unseen executioner mounting the stairs.