Sgt.Squarehead

I've fought mini-actions to do just that.....I'll also go to ridiculous lengths to ensure my men get buddy-aid:

You appreciate that several of the people you are now talking at know exactly how 'house clearing was performed in real life' because they do (or did) it for a living? You need to apologise to @Combatintman & then shut up for a while.

Area target with a HE weapon.....Problem solved!

That was actually a much more interesting read than your comments suggested.

But keep in mind that if you are playing against the AI you will probably have just completely undermined the scenario designer's intent, and possibly f**ked up all his triggers etc. etc. So no, not as easy as that.

Oi! Some of us try:

Oh, man.....This is priceless. Just so you can see what a total tit you really are, I'll quote him:

You might want to un-ignore him and read what he wrote.....Because you probably have no idea just what a fool you are making of yourself right now!

Villainy!

Going back to the original subject, this makes for scary reading: https://breakingdefense.com/2021/11/chinas-mysterious-hypersonic-test-may-take-a-page-from-darpas-past/ Did we just witness a test of the H-20 intercontinental bomber, or perhaps its successor?

Yeah, I've been following events as best I can, there are some truly unsavoury characters involved, right from the top down.

Posted this in the Taiwan thread as it's more relevant there, but related, so I'll repost: https://militarywatchmagazine.com/article/mig19s-destroy-twair-defences

Probably had them gold plated first. IMHO we are well & truly on the wrong side in that one.....Quite apart from anything else the Houthis are gonna win.

I feel your pain! I'm mostly over the shock of comparing my first template map with photos of the real area now!

Yeah, I'd second that? Did you do any more with the 'flipside-scenario'?

But at some point, somebody will assume one of those missiles is a nuke and then it all goes properly pear-shaped. Lucky missiles were so slow back then, eh?

If it works it's a wonderfully cheap fix for a big problem.....Looks ridiculous though.

Pantsir had a horrible time (possibly something to do with the example that the UAE supplied to the US for evaluation), but TOR-M2 did better.....Expensive way to kill drones though.

You really could not be more wrong if you tried. I tried to tell you before that some of the folk on the forum really know what they are on about.....And not just in the editor.

Watching. Cool map BTW.

Don't forget the radars.....The UK countryside would have got quite an extensive remodelling. Then there's the issue of maintaining logistics, Soviet subs and their Backfire fleet would have made mincemeat out of transatlantic convoys.....The US would need to assign a carrier battle group to each one for them to have a reasonable chance of getting through.

By that point the MiG.31 Foxhound is entering service, its stand off kill capabilities combined with the sheer brute power of its radar would make it a real handful for NATO aircraft in the German theatre.....It represented a major threat to AWACS aircraft. Exactly.....Even better, shoot him in the eyes!

It's a decent read, typical Niven & Pournelle (the world gets blown up), but the aliens are extremely novel.....The book attempts to explore the possiblities of an encounter with 'nuts & bolts' aliens who are comprehensible to us but very different from us (evolved from herd beasts). Likewise their technology is comprehensible to us, no FTL or super-science (it was only discovered that Bussard Ramjets won't actually work after the book was published). My main reason for posting it was that I thought the chapter 'Jayhawk War' would appeal to CM:CW players: “I agree with Colonel Halverson’s reasoning,” Morgan said. “The invaders are hiding something to the east. We’re a cavalry outfit. It’s our duty to explore-but carefully. In particular, we have to be certain that any information we get will be useful. That won’t be easy. They’re jamming all communications and the phones don’t work.” Joe Halverson nodded thoughtfully. “Suggestions, Major?” “We’ll have to string things out. Use the Bradley vehicles as communications links.” He sketched rapidly on the table cloth. “Corporal Lewis” — Morgan nodded to Evan Lewis; everyone knew that Evan’s son Jimmy was an electronic genius — “Jimmy rigged up those shield things that let the tanks talk to each other, as long as the antennas are aimed straight at each other. Fine. We send the choppers forward as scouts and flankers, making sure they stay in line of sight to the tanks. Tanks in the middle, concentrated enough to have some firepower, spread out enough to not make such a good target. Then string the Bradleys and the LAVs out behind as connecting links.” “What do they connect to?” Mason asked. “We leave two troopers here with my wife and a radio. Juana writes down everything, if we don’t come back, she gets the hell out.” “Not much chance she’d have to do that,” Halverson said. “Hell, we’re not an army, but we’ve got a fair amount of strength here.” He looked out the window at his command. Six helicopters, with missiles. A dozen tanks, with guns and missiles. The communications weren’t any good because the Invaders were broadcasting static from space. But even without communications a troop of armored cavalry was nothing to laugh at. “Sounds all right to me,” Lewis said. “At least we’ll be doing something.” “I’d rather wait for orders,” George Mason said. “But what the hell, I’m ready if you are.” Joe Halverson stood. “Right. Let’s go.” “I’m Jimmy Lewis,” the corporal said. He climbed through the attic window to join Harry on the roof of the big frame house. Harry nodded greeting. “Hi. They tell me you invented this.” He hefted the hand-talkie radio whose antenna was wrapped in a tinfoil cone stiffened with coat-hanger wire. “Yeah,” Jimmy Lewis said. His tone was serious. “It’s the only way I’ve figured to keep communications. You have to point it pretty tight, though, or you’ll lose the signal Harry regarded the device, then the similar but larger tinfoil monstrosity on one of the Bradley Fighting Vehicles in the yard down below. “Yeah. So I point this at the Bradley, and maybe I can hear. What then?” “Use this,” Jimmy Lewis said. He handed Harry a Sony tape recorder. “There’s three hours of tape on there. More than enough. Just plug it into the radio, here, like that, and turn it on when we move out. Listen in the earphones, and you’ll hear a tone if you’re pointed close to the tank, and nothing at all when you’re dead on, except when they’re talking; then you’ll hear them talk, of course. It sounds hard, but it’s pretty easy, really.” “Sure.” Major Morgan was in the front yard. Harry couldn’t hear what he was saying, but Juana Morgan didn’t like it. Their housekeeper sat in the front seat of the four-wheel-drive Jimmy, but Juana Morgan didn’t want to drive it. Finally, though, she got in, and the blue Jimmy drove off. And now it’s just Carlotta and me. David Morgan stood very straight as he went to his tank and climbed in. Colonel Halverson came over to stand below them. “Bout time, Jimmy,” he shouted up at them. “Yes, sir.” Corporal Lewis waved to Harry and crawled back inside through the window. “Thanks, Mr. Reddington,” Halverson shouted. “I need all my troopers. Good of you to fill in. I doubt you’ll be needed, but—” “Yeah. No problem, Colonel.” Of course Carlotta’s goin’ nuts, wanting to go get that elephant. Maybe it’s safer up here! “Thanks, then,” Halverson said. He walked briskly up the line to the lead tank and climbed in. He stood in the turret for a moment, then waved dramatically. “Wagons-hoooo!” he shouted. The helicopters rose in a cloud of dust and swept forward and off to each side in groups of three The tanks fanned out and moved ahead, leaving the Bradleys behind. “Watcher, this is Jayhawk One. Do you read?” Harry keyed the mike. “Roger, Jayhawk One, this is Watcher.” “Course is 100 degrees, moving forward at 1220 hours,” the tanker’s voice said in Harry’s ear. Harry started guiltily and switched on the tape recorder. When the Bradley began to move eastward, it was much harder to keep the radio aimed properly. Harry braced it against the chimney. The rooftop was steep and it wasn’t easy to keep his footing. The helicopters wove in complex patterns ahead of the tanks. “Moving, ahead at twenty klicks,” the voice said. About ten miles an hour, Harry thought. He could still remember kilometer signs on highways, although he hadn’t seen one in years. A half-hour went by. The helicopters and lead tanks were nearly invisible. The others were strung out behind them. Harry’s radio contact was a good five miles ahead, and it took all his attention to keep the antenna aimed properly. He was about to key the mike to tell them that. “Light overhead,” the tanker’s voice shouted. Harry could see it. A bright green flash, more visible high up than near the ground. “It’s moving in a circle-Number Three Helicopter reports the beam is moving around them in a circle, it’s tightening in on them—” There was a pause. “No contact with the choppers. Colonel Halverson reports they’ve all been attacked by some kind of beam—”