Corporal Yuen has the honour of firing the primary shot in 2019’s communal Combat Mission marathon. Moments after scrambling onto the flat roof of one in every of Camp Geiger’s single-storey barracks buildings, the younger Marine Javelineer spots and engages an enemy tank manoeuvring within the market to the east.
(Quitting Qatab is an open-to-all game of Combat Mission: Shock Force 2 by which NATO forces are orchestrated by commenters whereas Qatabi models are pc managed. For a situation define click here)
Scribing a vaporous parabola within the hazy morning sky, the fire-and-forget missile plunges purposefully onto its prey. Yuen utters an evergreen Anglo-Saxon expletive when the swirling mud clouds half to disclose a burnished however unperturbed T-62 (?). Long earlier than he’s had time to reload, the goal has scuttled into the lee of the mosque and disappeared.
The Javelin crew change weapons, turning their consideration to a gaggle of black-clad figures advancing well down the highway. Harassed by the emissions of two grenade-launcher outfitted M16A4s, the attackers comply with the instance of the tank, melting into the surroundings north of the highway.
Yuen is much too busy to note the three automobiles exiting the compound. Using a spot within the southern wall, Willy the Wiesel and Deathproof the AAV (with Metzger’s assault/anti-tank squad aboard) make for a grand two-storey residence on the sting of the racecourse.
Willy’s journey is incident free. Deathproof has an surprising disagreement with a ditch and finishes the flip shuttling and wiggling in a frantic effort to de-bog.
Brassy Bayou Belle leaves Camp Geiger by the jap gate. Reaching her vacation spot (w38) in seconds, she disgorges the 13 males of 1 Squad who sprint for the duvet of the closest home, glimpsing en route an enemy IFV rolling westward alongside the riverside highway. Armed with a number of single-shot AT4s Iverson’s males are completely able to coping with the armoured menace. Bayou Belle, then again…
Turn #1’s solely sustained firefight happens near the blazing Land Rover Wolf. Spotted as they head indoors, the three singed Brits are subjected to a storm of computerized hearth from the park throughout the highway. They reply in type and for a spell that nook of the map is etched by ricocheting tracer rounds. Somehow the flurry of lead claims no victims and by the sixty-second mark each side have ceased firing and seem like contemplating their choices.
Their ears ringing from the Javelin detonation, the sniper crew spend a lot of Turn #1 scoping an AT crew on a close-by rooftop.
The state of affairs on the finish of Turn #1:
^ There’s now loads of proof to counsel that an assault on the bottom is underway.
^ It appears like an AFV could also be heading our approach from the course of Al Faq. The heli crew can see nothing of curiosity from their present place.
^ Iverson’s Squad stays intact, the issued order (mount, taxi-ride, dismount, cut up) proving too elaborate for my modest CM abilities.
