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Firestorm: Red Thunder

The Team Yankee Global Campaign

Death.... nothing else remains.

60 POINTS
United States
Fill
VS Warsaw Pact
Lacky

Story of Captain Wiliams of 1st Battalion, 67th Armor Regiment. Part 4.

Previous parts of the story you can find here:/
Part 1 - https://firestorm.warconsole.com/battles/fill-vs-andrey-morozov-1505234515
Part 2 - https://firestorm.warconsole.com/battles/fill-vs-ilya-semionov-1505399792
Part 3 - https://firestorm.warconsole.com/battles/fill-vs-andrey-morozov-1505667078

"Leipzig?" It can not be! This is the territory of the Soviets, "Carson said.
- Specifically, we are ordered to go into the attack to cut off the Soviet troops fighting in the Ruhr. said Williams, looking at the map spread out on the ground.
-We'll visit the territory of the enemy. It will be interesting. - Carson said.
- Let's see, I would count on heavy resistance, do not not relax. - Williams carefully folded the map and stood up. - Prepare people, we go forward in two hours.-

Wilms' task was to take control of the stretch of highway and clean it from the enemy. Aerial reconnaissance reported a small group of the enemy, but Williams knew that the Soviets were perfectly camouflaging their troops.
He had already realized that the time of cavalry tank attacks had passed forty years ago, and now he was extremely cautious. He ordered infantry and helicopter support to advice forvard.
The advance team quickly went to a designated area and found there only a platoon of BMP-2.
Cobra hanging in the distance immediately produced a volley and killed one of the enemy BMP.
One BMP immediately flashed after the missile hit, while the rest tried to break from the helicopter behind the forest. The infantry, led by Sergeant Carson, began to move carefully forward, while the M113 took control of the turn on the highway, so that the enemy did not bypass the combat group from the flank.
Meanwhile, the VADS group approached the crossroads, the helicopters also moved to it. Carson's platoon occupied the house, and the sergeant carefully began to inspect the neighborhood. Carson was certain that there were Soviet tanks. "Hey, Sky-1 and Sky-2, move to the store building at the crossroads, I smell them somewhere in the forest" radioed Carson to helicopters.
Carson was right, and his rightness was confirmed by shots of Soviet tanks that began to strike the building that his platoon occupied. "Captain! Your way out! "Cried Carson creeping from the windows, showered with paint falling from the ceiling.
"Forward! We do not need dead heroes! "Commanded Williams and the three Abrams left the forest in the fields, mouving for the flank of the T-72 group.
Williams perfectly calculated the place of access to operational space and his tanks opened fire on the T-72.
Williams himself ordered the gunner to destroy the remaining BMP.
And two minutes later the first T-72 was blazing. And Wilms, with some kind of new malicious satisfaction, saw the BMP explode from the hits of his tank.
The commander of the group T-72 did not hesitate to deploy his tanks to the Williams tanks and they opened fire. "We see the second group of enemy tanks. They go through the fields, "Carson reported on the radio.
"Helicopters! They're coming at me! "The panic cries of the commander of the sentinel M113 rang out in the radio.
T-72 shells were drumming on the Abrams armor, but the American tankmen passed more than one fight and calmly continued to hold the position. From the radio on commander's frequency, there were requests for help, and screams of pain, but Williams, as if completely detached, only noted the loss of the sentinel machine and one VADS.
Williams waited, and finally it happened. The second platoon following his orders bypassed the main group of Soviet tanks from the flank and approached opened fire on them.
Excellent visibility gave the second platoon to make "Clean shots" straight from the movement.
And the tanks of the first company finished their work. "VADS, deal with helicopters, you do not need it here," Wilms commanded.
"Captain! Respond! You get around the flank! "Sergeant Carson shouted into the radio, but the team tank did not answer stubbornly. "Heck! Prepare the "Dragons"! ". The sergeant took the rocket launcher and quickly crawled to the window and started aiming at all the enemy's incoming vehicles.
T-72 shifted to the side took on the sight of the commander Abrams and opened fire.
A few powerful blows shook the commander's tank and Williams hit the triplex with his face. "Turn to them!" He shouted to his driver. "These komunichsts clearly want to go to the hell!"
Sergeant Carson had already managed to destroy one enemy BMP from his rocket launcher as a powerful blow shook the store in which his platoon was sitting. The sergeant glanced around and saw with horror in the window command Abrams who crashed into their cover. "So, guys, get out of here!" He shouted and quickly jumped out the window. "Williams! Are you out of your mind ?! "he shouted into the radio
Cobras seeing how VADS shot down one of the enemy helicopters decided to quickly finish off the second. Quickly cutting the distance with him, they tried to get close to him, but Mi-24, having shown miracles of aerobatics quickly bypassed them.
To their misfortune, the Cobra completely forgot about the BMPs accompanying the second platoon of Soviet tanks.
"Cobra-2, take it off my tail!" Aaaaaa .... "Came the radio broadcast when the shots from Mi-24 pierced the first American helicopter.
"You can not escape the scum!" Cobra-2 pilot managed to shout before the BMP shot struck his helicopter's cockpit.
"Forward! We'll kill them! "Williams shouted into the radio, almost losing consciousness from the previous impact on the triplex. "Let's guys, right!" Cried Sergeant Carson trying to get out of the way of his own tanks.
But then the sergeant saw the BMP turning the turrets to the Williams tank. "Damn it! The purpose of the BMP! Fire! "And his platoon immediately stopped releasing a swarm of missiles in the BMP lighting two huge bonfires in the field.
"So guys! The T-72 will not pay attention to us, let's get rid of the "fat man"! "Said the commander of the VADS detachment to his platoon.
But before the barrels of the Vulcan cannons began to spin, Mi-24 quickly went up to the forest and platoon of T-72 climb on hill in front of VADS platoon. T-72 turns their turrets in their direction of Americans and they opened a quick fire and their shells began to mate the thin hulls of VASD.
"Forward! Nobody should leave! "Williams shouted in the radio and his tanks, circling the grove, opened fire on the enemy.
The second platoon, having finished checking the left flank, climbed the hill and his commander did not risk shooting over friendly tanks.
Williams and two wing tanks went into the forehead of enemy tanks.
The Mi-24 pilot has already decided that it's time to retreat when one of the destroyed VADS suddenly jumped at him point-blank. VADS did not have a frontal armor plate, but the turret worked perfectly. And the last thing that the Mi-24 pilot saw before his vehicle, embraced by fire, rushed to the ground, this insane and scorched face of the Vulcan gunner.
"Closer! Even Closer! "Screamed on the radio Williams while enemy forces were double in his eyes. And his tanks again and again sent shells into the already burning skeletons T-72.

Choking Williams opened the door and leaned out.
Fire…
The fire was everywhere, the fields were blazing, the skeletons of tanks, the bodies hanging from the hatches of both Soviet and American vehicles.
He felt death. And not only around himself, he suddenly took part as something dies inside him.
As a cultured and tsivilized person dies in these fires around, and their flames are born again. Someone with whom Williams had never wanted to meet before.
Williams ran a hand over his face and stared in horror at his bloody hand. Once again looking around he staggered and consciousness left him.

A day later. The hospital in Stuttgart.
Williams was sitting in the courtyard and basking in the sun. Sergeant Carson came up as usual without hearing.
"How's the captain?"
- Contusion, and bruised. Lightly. - Williams shivered in the sun
-It's good, there's a lull at the front, you can rest here.- Carson stretched himself, and in a second he shuddered with fear, meeting his eyes with Williams.
At him, from brown eyes of his friend looked death itself.
-No time to rest, Sergeant." Tomorrow I'm checking out. We still have a war to win!- Said Williams hoarsely.
- We taught the Soviets of defeat, now it's time to teach them fear!

I hope you enjoyed my story in four parts.

I apologize for my bad English :)

Some good song from Captain Williams collection.

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