Reiter

I'll take that as a "Yes".

LOL. His was vid was a parody/joke...yours is actually serious. THAT'S what's really scary.
 
 
@Reiter; Frank Stallone...biggest cheese-fest to come out of the 80's. His music SUCKS in ways that haven't been invented yet.
 
 
 
Mord.

That was so horrible it could've actually been from the 80's. I love the dude's fake tan and the goofy looks into the camera.
 
 
Mord.

JESUS Reiter! This song must be on #1 in the Klingon charts?

Lyrics:     Field Marshal, the advance will be in the defensive fire, the enemy has long been on the latest types of tanks. Only one thing can help us again power to winners, we need finally companies with new heavy tigers. Let the cat go ...    In Kursk first major attack in hawsers, enemy tanks have been shot at three thousand feet. Eight-eight cannons firing highly accelerated grenades, their rumbling startled many enemy tank crew.    Let go of the cat ... the ruler of the battle field, the kings of the battle. Let go of the cats ... eighty-eight millimeter superior firepower. Let go of the cat ... The enemy crews nightmare and her sheer terror. Let the cat go ... Let the cat go ... Let the cat go ...    Also superior in Normandy the opponent, no matter how strong the enemy Association, no raises at him like. Are rarely voluntarily started fighting with him and even small Tiger crews bypassed rather widely.    Let go of the cat ... the ruler of the battle field, the kings of the battle. Let go of the cats ... eighty-eight millimeter superior firepower. Let go of the cat ... The enemy crews nightmare and her sheer terror. Let the cat go ... Let the cat go ... Let the cat go ...    A handful of soldiers - enemy attacks - are totally inferior, but they grin contemptuously, rather than surrender without a fight. The attacker amaze why the men laugh, one hears a sudden squeak chains, splintering wood, trees crashing! And out of the undergrowth breaks - the sight you will never forget, a battle group of tigers with aufgesessner infantry!    Let go of the cat ... the ruler of the battle field, the kings of the battle. Let go of the cats ... eighty-eight millimeter superior firepower. Let go of the cat ... The enemy crews nightmare and her sheer terror. Let the cat go ... Let the cat go ... Let the cat go ...    Lest by the ratio of its launch numbers, read to, in what desperation they threw the enemy. Read the names of those who were aces on them, healing Wittmann, Carius and the others ... Let the cat go ... Let the cat go ... Let the cat go ... Let the cat go ...    Iron rusts in the steppe, in the earth are bones of those who faithful to the end never broke their oath. Still, the forest, silent pipes, nothing testifies to what once happened in silence mourns only the child who never saw his father.

Lyrics:     Field Marshal, the advance will be in the defensive fire, the enemy has long been on the latest types of tanks. Only one thing can help us again power to winners, we need finally companies with new heavy tigers. Let the cat go ...    In Kursk first major attack in hawsers, enemy tanks have been shot at three thousand feet. Eight-eight cannons firing highly accelerated grenades, their rumbling startled many enemy tank crew.    Let go of the cat ... the ruler of the battle field, the kings of the battle. Let go of the cats ... eighty-eight millimeter superior firepower. Let go of the cat ... The enemy crews nightmare and her sheer terror. Let the cat go ... Let the cat go ... Let the cat go ...    Also superior in Normandy the opponent, no matter how strong the enemy Association, no raises at him like. Are rarely voluntarily started fighting with him and even small Tiger crews bypassed rather widely.    Let go of the cat ... the ruler of the battle field, the kings of the battle. Let go of the cats ... eighty-eight millimeter superior firepower. Let go of the cat ... The enemy crews nightmare and her sheer terror. Let the cat go ... Let the cat go ... Let the cat go ...    A handful of soldiers - enemy attacks - are totally inferior, but they grin contemptuously, rather than surrender without a fight. The attacker amaze why the men laugh, one hears a sudden squeak chains, splintering wood, trees crashing! And out of the undergrowth breaks - the sight you will never forget, a battle group of tigers with aufgesessner infantry!    Let go of the cat ... the ruler of the battle field, the kings of the battle. Let go of the cats ... eighty-eight millimeter superior firepower. Let go of the cat ... The enemy crews nightmare and her sheer terror. Let the cat go ... Let the cat go ... Let the cat go ...    Lest by the ratio of its launch numbers, read to, in what desperation they threw the enemy. Read the names of those who were aces on them, healing Wittmann, Carius and the others ... Let the cat go ... Let the cat go ... Let the cat go ... Let the cat go ...    Iron rusts in the steppe, in the earth are bones of those who faithful to the end never broke their oath. Still, the forest, silent pipes, nothing testifies to what once happened in silence mourns only the child who never saw his father.

Lyrics:     Field Marshal, the advance will be in the defensive fire, the enemy has long been on the latest types of tanks. Only one thing can help us again power to winners, we need finally companies with new heavy tigers. Let the cat go ...    In Kursk first major attack in hawsers, enemy tanks have been shot at three thousand feet. Eight-eight cannons firing highly accelerated grenades, their rumbling startled many enemy tank crew.    Let go of the cat ... the ruler of the battle field, the kings of the battle. Let go of the cats ... eighty-eight millimeter superior firepower. Let go of the cat ... The enemy crews nightmare and her sheer terror. Let the cat go ... Let the cat go ... Let the cat go ...    Also superior in Normandy the opponent, no matter how strong the enemy Association, no raises at him like. Are rarely voluntarily started fighting with him and even small Tiger crews bypassed rather widely.    Let go of the cat ... the ruler of the battle field, the kings of the battle. Let go of the cats ... eighty-eight millimeter superior firepower. Let go of the cat ... The enemy crews nightmare and her sheer terror. Let the cat go ... Let the cat go ... Let the cat go ...    A handful of soldiers - enemy attacks - are totally inferior, but they grin contemptuously, rather than surrender without a fight. The attacker amaze why the men laugh, one hears a sudden squeak chains, splintering wood, trees crashing! And out of the undergrowth breaks - the sight you will never forget, a battle group of tigers with aufgesessner infantry!    Let go of the cat ... the ruler of the battle field, the kings of the battle. Let go of the cats ... eighty-eight millimeter superior firepower. Let go of the cat ... The enemy crews nightmare and her sheer terror. Let the cat go ... Let the cat go ... Let the cat go ...    Lest by the ratio of its launch numbers, read to, in what desperation they threw the enemy. Read the names of those who were aces on them, healing Wittmann, Carius and the others ... Let the cat go ... Let the cat go ... Let the cat go ... Let the cat go ...    Iron rusts in the steppe, in the earth are bones of those who faithful to the end never broke their oath. Still, the forest, silent pipes, nothing testifies to what once happened in silence mourns only the child who never saw his father.

Lyrics:     Field Marshal, the advance will be in the defensive fire, the enemy has long been on the latest types of tanks. Only one thing can help us again power to winners, we need finally companies with new heavy tigers. Let the cat go ...    In Kursk first major attack in hawsers, enemy tanks have been shot at three thousand feet. Eight-eight cannons firing highly accelerated grenades, their rumbling startled many enemy tank crew.    Let go of the cat ... the ruler of the battle field, the kings of the battle. Let go of the cats ... eighty-eight millimeter superior firepower. Let go of the cat ... The enemy crews nightmare and her sheer terror. Let the cat go ... Let the cat go ... Let the cat go ...    Also superior in Normandy the opponent, no matter how strong the enemy Association, no raises at him like. Are rarely voluntarily started fighting with him and even small Tiger crews bypassed rather widely.    Let go of the cat ... the ruler of the battle field, the kings of the battle. Let go of the cats ... eighty-eight millimeter superior firepower. Let go of the cat ... The enemy crews nightmare and her sheer terror. Let the cat go ... Let the cat go ... Let the cat go ...    A handful of soldiers - enemy attacks - are totally inferior, but they grin contemptuously, rather than surrender without a fight. The attacker amaze why the men laugh, one hears a sudden squeak chains, splintering wood, trees crashing! And out of the undergrowth breaks - the sight you will never forget, a battle group of tigers with aufgesessner infantry!    Let go of the cat ... the ruler of the battle field, the kings of the battle. Let go of the cats ... eighty-eight millimeter superior firepower. Let go of the cat ... The enemy crews nightmare and her sheer terror. Let the cat go ... Let the cat go ... Let the cat go ...    Lest by the ratio of its launch numbers, read to, in what desperation they threw the enemy. Read the names of those who were aces on them, healing Wittmann, Carius and the others ... Let the cat go ... Let the cat go ... Let the cat go ... Let the cat go ...    Iron rusts in the steppe, in the earth are bones of those who faithful to the end never broke their oath. Still, the forest, silent pipes, nothing testifies to what once happened in silence mourns only the child who never saw his father.

Lyrics:     Field Marshal, the advance will be in the defensive fire, the enemy has long been on the latest types of tanks. Only one thing can help us again power to winners, we need finally companies with new heavy tigers. Let the cat go ...    In Kursk first major attack in hawsers, enemy tanks have been shot at three thousand feet. Eight-eight cannons firing highly accelerated grenades, their rumbling startled many enemy tank crew.    Let go of the cat ... the ruler of the battle field, the kings of the battle. Let go of the cats ... eighty-eight millimeter superior firepower. Let go of the cat ... The enemy crews nightmare and her sheer terror. Let the cat go ... Let the cat go ... Let the cat go ...    Also superior in Normandy the opponent, no matter how strong the enemy Association, no raises at him like. Are rarely voluntarily started fighting with him and even small Tiger crews bypassed rather widely.    Let go of the cat ... the ruler of the battle field, the kings of the battle. Let go of the cats ... eighty-eight millimeter superior firepower. Let go of the cat ... The enemy crews nightmare and her sheer terror. Let the cat go ... Let the cat go ... Let the cat go ...    A handful of soldiers - enemy attacks - are totally inferior, but they grin contemptuously, rather than surrender without a fight. The attacker amaze why the men laugh, one hears a sudden squeak chains, splintering wood, trees crashing! And out of the undergrowth breaks - the sight you will never forget, a battle group of tigers with aufgesessner infantry!    Let go of the cat ... the ruler of the battle field, the kings of the battle. Let go of the cats ... eighty-eight millimeter superior firepower. Let go of the cat ... The enemy crews nightmare and her sheer terror. Let the cat go ... Let the cat go ... Let the cat go ...    Lest by the ratio of its launch numbers, read to, in what desperation they threw the enemy. Read the names of those who were aces on them, healing Wittmann, Carius and the others ... Let the cat go ... Let the cat go ... Let the cat go ... Let the cat go ...    Iron rusts in the steppe, in the earth are bones of those who faithful to the end never broke their oath. Still, the forest, silent pipes, nothing testifies to what once happened in silence mourns only the child who never saw his father.

Thank you, very great sound. 

Better one:
 

Russian fire team.  Doing what soldiers do.
 

 
Their grandfathers dug those foxholes back in WWII.  They have been there so long trees are growing out of them. But hey, a good position is a good position.   

I really think they should make the Soviet AT hand grenades be shown like rifle AT grenades and PFs - with icons and numbers in the special equipment section of the unit info. It would be very helpful to the player and adds a coolness factor that enhances the game experience. It's always been a headscratcher as to why they weren't done that way from the beginning.

CM modders are one backbone of the this game series. Cheers and Ave!

One of the basic concept of CM games is that X unit is identical to Y when it comes to the human representation.
Additional factors are Fitness, Morale, Motivation, Training/Experience etc. and then there's equipment, which have different charactristics, ranges, accuracy, handling etc.
These are the elements that make a US soldier different from a Russian one in game now.
 
When an infantry unit is on the field, the difference between what it can do and cannot is based on the above factors plus the player's input.
 
"Bonus for concealment" and "cqb" (I imagine "close quarters battle") is not something that fits CM games mentality (my first combat mission was CMBO).
 
Bonus for concealment. Just because a unit is "SOF" instead of "conscript russian army" doesn't make the human body heat signature of the former less evident than the one of the latter, for example. The only way to give such kind of bonus would be to make the single soldier of said SOF unit something different in game's logic, thus reducing its logic signature (hit box) somehow, or something else (not an expert of how the game is programmed, but it's evident that a rework of some basic elements would be needed). So one human being would not be the same of another human being.
This kind of bonus/malus is at the basis of most if not all common RTS games since their origins and that's what makes a tactical simulation different than the common RTS game.
 
Bonus for cqb. The ability of a "SOF" unit in a restricted environment is represented by a superior tactical training (in game now: experience/training, like Green, Regular, Veteran etc.), a better personal training (in game now: Fitness level), or quipment. Just because a unit is "SOF" doesn't make an AK-74 more precise than the AK-74 of "conscript russian army" or the reloading time significantly faster (for this game's sake), or the weight of ammunition inferior etc.
If equipment is what makes the difference then it must be it, there's simply no space for a "bonus" here.
FOs are better at calling arties because of their position in the chain of command and/or because they have better radio equipment and dedicated training, not because they have strange obscure bonuses.
 
As you can see, it's down to game's mechanics. Potentially SOF units could be modelled in game, but this would require a considerable amount of time, and while Organization and Equipment could be easily modelled, training, tactics and abilities of SOF units within the game environment that is the one we have now is simply impossible. A new engine would be required at least, as a very basic requirement I can imagine buildings interiors, such that the inside space of a building is not abstracted like it is now in game, but it's effectively depicted, thus allowing for the use of more advanced and detailed tactics; not only that, the entire logic squares among which the units move now should be much smaller; commands, there should be many more commands available than those we have now, and in general a more detailed micromanagement, an example: smoke grenades. If you order a unit to do "smoke" you'll get the infantry unit to toss a smoke granade some meters in front of itself. That's it. This is a generic representation, but fits the level of simulation CM games are based upon. A dedicated team such as that of a special unit would at least be thought to be able to put a smoke grenade at a precise distance, in a precise position. So as you can see you'd need a re-work of the "smoke" command, but this wouldn't be of much use if the logic squares in which you can put the order were so large and generic as the ones we have now, which again, do fit the game level (for most occasions but not all), but wouldn't be small enough to represent a special team in a complex environment.
In conclusion, the game as it is now does not allow for the specific requirements a special unit would be able to cope with, the only solution would be to start giving out bonuses etc. to units, thus breaking the basic idea of the tactical simulation as it is now and the very soul of CM games.

Well there are no time lines.  Steve has only said that they have not yet implemented fire burning stuff down in the game yet.  He gave no indication of when or even if (that I recall) for when that would happen.  I am sure that it will not be a patch but since it will be a new feature I would suspect it will be in an engine upgrade if and when it comes.  As for a brand new game engine there has been very little discussion about that.  They have years and years of work for games using the current engine: the Bulge, eastern front, Italy plus any more modern stuff they have to do.

new video
 

Made new video:
 

Made new video:
 

Made new video:
 

I am using Waclaws majestetic HQS sound mod. I have modded it a little (more death screams and explosions, tweaked bullet zips) but 98% of the sounds are Waclaws. Highly revommended.
 
It is nice that you enjoyed the video. I plan to make more, and get better with making them. Actually, I make new one today.

I am using Waclaws majestetic HQS sound mod. I have modded it a little (more death screams and explosions, tweaked bullet zips) but 98% of the sounds are Waclaws. Highly revommended.
 
It is nice that you enjoyed the video. I plan to make more, and get better with making them. Actually, I make new one today.

Bewm