FlammenwerferX

From my POV. Almost a head on collision. Luckily I switched from fast to hunt after cresting hill...
 

 

 

The terror and uncertainty of battle leads to me losing two of my T-34/85s when they and one of @FlammenwerferX's Jagdpanthers meet face to face.  I was trying to be clever and sneak up a hill thinking I would have his TD in the flank but as my tanks move up the slope the Jagdpanther crests the ridge coming directly at me.  This was the result.  

I believe the German soldiers seen in the prior pics are now dead.  Tankodesantniki on the move!!



Only time to stop and quickly catch their breath.

Phantom Captain 's Tankodesantniki  on the move..

Phantom Captain 's Tankodesantniki  on the move..

Phantom Captain 's Tankodesantniki  on the move..

Phantom Captain 's Tankodesantniki  on the move..

Phantom Captain 's Tankodesantniki  on the move..

Me and @FlammenwerferX suffer some intense and terrifying minutes in the woods.
A close encounter of the frightening kind...  Luckily support is right behind!  Out of the woods and right into the waiting jaws of the Jagdpanther.  Today we are thankful our enemy has turretless TDs instead of tanks.  And because of it my scout reverses safely out of danger.

The monstrous German TD gets first shots but misses as both he and I are moving!

The fates align, and so do my gunsights.

At this range, with 122mm, the results are as expected.

Scratch on another kill.

More medals will be requested for these heroes of the Soviet Union, if they can survive the next 30 minutes...

I told you all that our battle is raging.  @FlammenwerferX's welcoming party.

My response...

Folks, we got us a long range tank duel going on here.  The smell of burning armor and gunpowder wafts across the landscape.

Yet, the German's have both bark and bite as well.


In you go boys.  Give the invader what's coming to him.

More men who may be experiencing their last minutes on pixel-earth yet bravely face their fate.  Fight hard my soldiers!

@FlammenwerferX and I have completely locked horns now and our battle is raging.
Here my brave Soviet troops await the word to move.

Tiger Trail by @Mr.X playtesting...
Tigers and dead cows.


Pockmarked and scarred.

Shattered trees and broken men.

Storming Mickiewicze, the Tigers arrive and the hammer falls.




 

Between a rock and a hard place.
 

The bravery...  @FlammenwerferX's isolated gun crew tries to fight off my IS-2s with a P38.  I don't think 9mm is going to penetrate...

My fight with @FlammenwerferX is heating up as men and armor move through the countryside.
My recon units give the German enemy a face full of canister.


Flammenwerfer's men happen to take out one of my T-34s by killing the unbuttoned commander and then spooking the rattled crew out with grenades.  Still, having thought I had put down all the ambushers a burst of SMG fire takes down multiple men of mine at once.

However, despite the rain and cold my men are determined to make our introductions to the invader.  

@Phantom Captain's recon troops doing their job...

@Phantom Captain's recon troops doing their job...

@Phantom Captain's recon troops doing their job...

@Phantom Captain's recon troops doing their job...

Thanks Dan!  In the past when an old PC died, first thing is to make sure that CM will run flawlessly and at the highest settings.  Priorities man!

So @FlammenwerferX and I have engaged in battle.  A few images so far...
These Soviet soldiers show off their trophy enemy kit.

That woodlot is full of Germans.

Snarling, stalking, and growling like a big cat.

The scout seen earlier running away learns that hunting Tigers is not for amateurs.

Into the mouth of the beast.  The beginning attack on Mickiewicze.  150mm Hell.

Things are heating up and the battle is on.


This soldier has seen his last fight.

The dreaded Soviet AT guns.

I hate these guys... 

West of Grodno, near the villages of Mieckiwicze and Adamowicze, July 18th, 1944.
From @Mr.X's upcoming Tiger Trail!


Partisans draw first blood but get hunted down for their interference.

The storm gathers...





A quick glimpse at a fleeing enemy scout.  But...what's that on his back!?

Grodno.