I've been a bit busy IRL and have thus missed multiple Folk sessions as of late. This evening reminded me again of how good it can be. Thanks to Fer for keeping this ship sailing and the guests for manning the suspiciously bullet-ridden oars. Here's hoping we still have many years of common struggle for agrarian utopia ahead of us.
And now, for the AAR:
Highway
Charlie 1 FTL
Charlie, led by Draakon, was designated as the mop-up squad. We were to attack from the side after the AT people had stopped the convoy, and take out any surviving crewmembers and infantry. We lay in wait about two compounds from the road at the south-eastern side of the ambush area, ready to spring into action.
The convoy entered the kill zone and AT teams took their shots with great efficiency: when I led the brave men in C1 to the side of the road, every single vehicle was on fire and crews either already dead or bailing. I had been slightly worried about the possibility of friendly fire, but the convoy ambush squads opposite us on the ridge held their fire admirably. I spotted some infantry at the south end of the convoy, trying to run away from their burning BTR wreck, and gunned them down. Meanwhile rest of C1 was handling the middle of the convoy.
We regrouped and started advancing north toward the other end of the kill zone, when we spotted a surviving BTR driving straight at us; I shouted a contact report, told my AT guy to engage it and lobbed my last rifle grenade towards the vehicle, hoping to damage a tire. Unsurprisingly I was gunned down in seconds, and got to watch from afterlife as the survivors took out the remaining vehicles and withdrew victorious.
Finale XL
DC medic
Wolfenswan was (deputy) commanding a detachment composed of the fireteams from Golf to Juliet, tasked with circling around the east side of the AO to Shabaz and shoot stuff from there. I didn't really have a lot of medicing to do in this, as people mostly had the decency to die when shot at, instead of me having to patch up their wounds.
We had a good vantage point, the other fireteams performed their tank-killing job very effectively from the other side of the river, and we mostly got to focus on infantry. A couple of tank kills were scored on the side though. Eventually we ran out of things to shoot and Tigershark performed his olympic dash toward the enemy HQ, planting the proverbial UN flag and thus ending the mission.
It still feels wrong defeating the Goliath that is Finale though.
Cacheola
INDFOR Alpha FTL
StrangLove's plan as indie CO was pretty basic stuff: lay IEDs around the caches, get in defensive positions and engage the enemy only at close range. The three-man alpha fireteam (me, Aquarius and Sulphur) was to be a mobile force, doing a bit of lookout duty and after the fight starts proper, go around the enemy and attack from the rear.
Around the five minute mark Strang heard his destiny calling, went to the mosque and encountered an enemy staircase, ledge or something along those lines that craftily took him out.
I humbly took my fresh field promotion, decided to hold on to StrangLove's plan, and so we waited.
Eventually the first enemy sighting came in: humvees and infantry were spotted south. We had anticipated this, as no other movement plan could take BLUFOR this long to execute. Alpha quickly got to their feet and started moving north-west, doing a half-circle around the now confirmed enemy positions. The southernmost cache's defenses were already being engaged, unfortunately from quite a distance, thus negating our IED advantage.
As we were nearing the south edge of Zargabad Sulphur shouted out a contact report, and immediately bullets started flying. BLUFOR had spread their forces wider than I had anticipated, and we had to engage way earlier than I'd have liked. The immediate opposition was slain, but with Sulphur taking a non-lethal bullet and Aquarius bleeding out from a more lethal one. Once I had patched Sulphur back into shape we started cautiously stalking the engine sound of a Humvee to our north.
Meanwhile the southernmost cache's defenders had been whittled down to one. I told the remaining defender to abandon his position and go ninja, and anticipating my demise gave all the other fireteams the permission to operate independently, as INDFOR should.
Me and Sulphur were now well in bat country: the humvee engine sound was close, and we had spotted what I assumed to be the enemy rear guard in front of us multiple times at under 50m distance. Sulphur suddenly caught an enemy fireteam crossing the road in his line of fire. I ordered him to take them down, and got myself into a shady doorway.
Taking cover paid off as another fireteam was alarmed off to my left side. While they were nicely clustered, trying to change direction while still standing in a break in a wall, I sent two GP-25 grenades off their way. I managed to kill at least one and hopefully wounded several more. They were in good enough shape to return fire though, and I left my earthly shell behind.