Having ordered complete radio silence, the only discernible sounds were those of what the Booze Hound and your crew are making. While you are settled in deep thought and concentrating on the terrain in front of you, Michael and Nicky are having a conversation of their own. This would be a great time to converse with the witches, you think. The last few hours of your R&R proving to be more insightful and educational about them than the almost three weeks you've been working with them.

That'll have to come at a different time though. You close the gap on Golice, where Ooishi has been waiting and in overwatch for the past ten minutes quickly. She can move at full speed in her M3 strikers with relative stealth, while the Abrams' and Leos of the group seem lumbering in comparison.

There are a few buildings scattered loosely, quite a few stacks of felled lumber, and absolutely zero sign of any Special Forces activity. You can't decide if that's a good thing or not, last time you checked their whole job was to train an uprising from within hostile territory which is what this most definitely is currently.

2/3

Your orders, Captain?

[] Pop the hatch and look about. Twelve highly trained shooters isn't anything to shake a stick at, and those guys are trained to win in completely unwinnable situations.
[] Break radio silence. It's a bit safer than looking around with your own eyes, and it'll reach a bit farther.
[] Continue on. Greenie beanies aren't the mission, and you can come back through on the way out if need be.
[] other (write in)

>>21952198

[ ] POP THE HATCH

>>21952198

[X] Pop the hatch and look about. Twelve highly trained shooters isn't anything to shake a stick at, and those guys are trained to win in completely unwinnable situations.

[x] Pop the hatch and look about. Twelve highly trained shooters isn't anything to shake a stick at, and those guys are trained to win in completely unwinnable situations.

>>21952198
pop the hatch and take a quick look.

>>21952198
[] Pop the hatch, but let's be careful about it.

[] Pop the hatch and look about. Twelve highly trained shooters isn't anything to shake a stick at, and those guys are trained to win in completely unwinnable situations.

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>>21952198
[x] Pop the hatch

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>>21952198
>[x] Pop the hatch

>>21952401
how does it reload....

[x] Continue on. Greenie beanies aren't the mission, and you can come back through on the way out if need be.

Popping the hatch and sticking our head out is just asking to get it shot off.

>>21952198

>[] Pop a beer

oh wait
[x] Pop the hatch

>>21952198
Pop the hatch.
If there were a sniper they'd probably have taken a shot at one of the Witches.

>>21952198
>[] Pop the hatch and look about. Twelve highly trained shooters isn't anything to shake a stick at, and those guys are trained to win in completely unwinnable situations.

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>[] Pop the hatch and look about

Having twelve extra guns is always helpful, especially when they're some of the best the United States has to offer.

After punching the releases, you push your hatch free and stand behind the ma deuce that's somehow seen zero action this whole war. You rest assured, however, that it will soon enough. You flip your own NOD down and hope to see something out of the ordinary . Sometimes Booze Hound's scopes can miss details in things, details that your own goggles wouldn't pass over.

You're surprised when you catch a glimpse of a PEQ box laser draw onto your chest. You're not surprised when eleven more quickly follow suit.

“Death And Taxes!” the challenge quickly comes. Thank god you payed attention in history, or even the briefing that Sharpshooter gave you on the password wouldn't have stuck.

“Oh, shit. Um, 'Our new Constitution'!” You reply as soon as you can remember it. The instant you do, all of the IR lasers switch off, and one of the most dangerous looking men you've ever seen in your life steps out of the dark. His completely tricked-out rifle is slung low on his chest, he's got a body armor design you've never seen in your life, a tiny hockey style helmet, and more ammo on his IBA than you've probably got in your entire tank.

“Captain Bishop, right?” he asks, climbing aboard the side of your tank.

“That's right,” you reply, thrusting a hand out towards him, “Black Horse is here to save the day.”

1/2

>>21952567

Snipers aren't idiots. I imagine in this universe, they train them not to shoot at witches in strikers since witch shields are reactive.

2/2

He smirks, and shakes your hand. “We'll save the formalities until we're at the O club, sir. First Lieutenant Anderson, Tenth SFG. Alright Captain, we don't have much time. We know those Strike Eagles went down a few hours ago, and we know roughly where. I can put three of my boys behind the turrets on your tanks and have them keep a three-sixty degree overwatch. If we get in the shit, we'll bail and assault through whatever hits us. We'll handle any dismounts, armor's on you guys. Sound good?”

[] “Sure thing, group. Hold on, we're gonna steam there pretty quick.”
[] “I like it. Stay frosty though, I don't want to explain losing an ODA to anyone.”
[] “Fuck no, too dangerous. Stay here, we'll grab you on the way back.”
[] Other (write in)

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>>21952689
>>21952694

>You're surprised when you catch a glimpse of a PEQ box laser draw onto your chest. You're not surprised when eleven more quickly follow suit.

Yeah, called it. What if they'd have been spetsnaz?

[] “I like it. Stay frosty though, I don't want to explain losing an ODA to anyone.”

>>21952698
[] "I like it. Stay frosty though, I don't want to explain losing an ODA to anyone."
Riding desant is dangerous, but they're SF. They know what they're getting into.

>>21952698
>[] “Sure thing, group. Hold on, we're gonna steam there pretty quick.”

Losing an ODA is a bad thing but the mission is to get the Pilots.

>>21952698
[] “I like it. Stay frosty though, I don't want to explain losing an ODA to anyone.”

>>21952724

Also, the AN/PEQ-2 is IR-only afaik.

Is it nighttime?

[x] “I like it. Stay frosty though, I don't want to explain losing an ODA to anyone.”

>>21952698
>[] “I like it. Stay frosty though, I don't want to explain losing an ODA to anyone.”

>>21952698

[ ] "I Fuckin' Love it! But Stay frosty. We're in Commie territory."

>>21952698
Wait, wasn't Gary Gordon with the Tenth before he joined Delta? Maybe he shows up?

>>21952698

[X] “I like it. Stay frosty though, I don't want to explain losing an ODA to anyone.”

>>21952698
>[] “Sure thing, group. Hold on, we're gonna steam there pretty quick.”
These guys know their shit, there's literally no reason not to bring 'em with and we don't need to tell them how to do their jobs.

>>21952825
>wasn't Gary Gordon with the Tenth before he joined Delta?
Yep. Not certain of the year he moved into 1SFOD-D though. He was 2nd Battalion, are these guys 2nd?

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Preparing to drop back into your turret, you flip your NVG's up on your helmet and detach them from the mount.

“Alright group, I like it. Keep your heads on a swivel though, I'd hate to have to explain why I'm not coming back with greenie beanies to someone.”

He smirks again, and issues his orders into his headset. Seemingly made of shadows, two other special forces operators jump on your vehicle almost instantly. Your other vehicles are quickly mounted in the same fashion.

“Captain! We've got trouble!” Ooishi breaks the radio silence. She's probably at the crash site by now, or she's at least found it.

“Alright Ooishi, what've you got?” You hastily reply, motioning with your hands for the group soldiers to hold on. Dropping back into your seat, Nicky and Mega have halted their conversation and are manning their stations. You're glad you woke them up and kept them in the barracks all those weekends to drill for things like this.
“I have Russian infantry closing quickly on the crash site! You're going to have to drop the pedal to the metal to get here in time, sir!” She's whispering, but just barely. It would seem she's having a hard time containing her excitement. Or adrenaline.

1/2

2/2

Before you can reply, Rockfield breaks over the line.

“Sir, our strikers are faster than your steelwheels. We can go and hold it initially, you call Razor in, and by the time you get there there shouldn't be too much waiting left to do.” She suggests.

Well?

[] Order the witches out, they can handle just about anything.
[] “no, we go as a group. Eight guns are better than four at a time.”
[] Other (write in)

>>21952952
Send the witches ahead, tell them to get into optimum hidden firing positions and to wait on our orders to fire. We'll be right behind them going full speed and once we're there we can all drop the massive murder hammer of tanks on the Ruskies.

>>21952952

[ ] Roll the Witches.

Also

[ ] Ask Ooishi what else she sees before rolling the witches

[x] Order the witches out, they can handle just about anything.
[x] Emphasize holding, no point taking needless risks.

>>21952982
Relay recon reports to the witches, advise on any armor, AT, heavy weapons emplacements, numbers, disposition.

Designate a witch to be giving the orders while we aren't there, if we haven't already.

>>21952952
[x] Compromise. Let them get there about ten seconds before the tanks, so we're in range to cover them if shit fucking blows up.

>>21952952
>>21952982
after getting the info send in the Witches...

...each carrying a greenie beanie on their shoulders

>>21952952
>[] Order the witches out, they can handle just about anything.
Ooishi's a pro. She may be one of Uncle Sam's Misguided Children, but this is what she does, she'd have mentioned if it was more than infantry.

>>21953014

2nded

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There must be some way to mount an L44 on a witch.

>>21952952

[x] Order the witches out, they can handle just about anything.

>>21952952

[x] Order the witches out, they can handle just about anything.

I wonder, what would an ATGM do to a witch? I can't imagine a jet of molten copper would be very pleasant.

>>21953019
A pro? Thought she was green like grass.

>>21952952
[] Order the witches out, they can handle just about anything.
Assuming she's with us, Whittmann is to lead the witch element.

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>>21953095
They got Shields, we don't.

>>21953118

Shields don't make you invulnerable, though.

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>>21953132
It's better then just armor.

>>21952939
>[] Order the witches out, they can handle just about anything.

[x] Order the witches out, they can handle just about anything.

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>>21953158

Right, but it IS still possible to penetrate them, otherwise fronk wouldn't have gotten shot down.

>>21952952
[x] Have the Witches roll out
Tell them to not take chances; we'll be right behind them so play it safe.

>>21953068
You realize that their magic would make that thing hit like an artillery strike, right?
>>21953158
Pretty sure a Rockeye or equivalent could make beef stroganoff out of a Witch by overwhelming their shield with sheer volume.

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>[] Order the witches out, they can handle just about anything.

“Alright Wittmann, you're up. Take 'em out, get me those zoomies!” you say into your mic.

“Ja Captain. Let's go girls! Sargeant Rockfield, take point!” She orders. You can't hear them inside your own vehicle, but you know that they're gone pretty quickly.

“Captain, I'm getting strange radar contacts,” Ooishi says, whispering again “They look like really small APC's, but there's no way this is a mechanized unit. There's too many of them running around.”

“Alright Corporal, just keep your eyes on 'em, and don't get in a fight you can't win. Wittmann and the others are on the way.” you reply, tapping mega and signaling that you want AP loaded. He nods, and slings a round in the breech.

Ooishi doesn't respond in voice, but a pair of radio clicks tells you she acknowledged.

“Hans, get us there.”

“Jawohl, Captain. Hold onto your ass.”

The Booze Hound leaps forward, slamming you back into your seat. Now all you have to worry about is calling in Razor, and what you're up against.

[] Call in Razor now. The sooner you call them in, the less you'll have to wait and fight.
[] Hold off, you don't know what they have for AA. Plus those contacts Ooishi reported might be bad news.
[] Concentrate on keeping your platoon in premium fighting formation, the choppers can wait.
[] other (write in)

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>>21953158

Laser tank?

Have some 1K17 Szhatie

>>21953273
That is precisely the motivation for my proposal.
Fuck super-heavies!
Having battle tanks evaporate into superheated ferro-metallic mist is a nice side effect.

>>21953289
That sounds like Soviet tankwitches to me. This could be bad.

[X]Hold off, you don't know what they have for AA. Plus those contacts Ooishi reported might be bad news.

>>21953289
>Really small APCs
Rooskie tank witches?
[] Hold off, you don't know what they have for AA.

[x] Hold off, you don't know what they have for AA. Plus those contacts Ooishi reported might be bad news.

>>21953302
We could see about getting one of them a Lahti L-39
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lahti_L-39
>>21953289
>[] Hold off, you don't know what they have for AA. Plus those contacts Ooishi reported might be bad news.

>>21953289
[X] Hold off, you don't know what they have for AA. Plus those contacts Ooishi reported might be bad news.

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>>21953289
>[] Hold off, you don't know what they have for AA. Plus those contacts Ooishi reported might be bad news

>>21953289
>[] Hold off, you don't know what they have for AA. Plus those contacts Ooishi reported might be bad news.

>>21953289

[ ] Hold off.

Also

[ ] Damn Russkies bought AEROGAVINS?

>>21953302

The engineering challenges involved are probably insurmountable, and you'd need to build a vehicle around it to carry the thing and its ammunition.

>>21953350
I am kinda wishing that a mammoth would just appear right now to smash some reds.

>>21953289
>[x] Hold off, you don't know what they have for AA. Plus those contacts Ooishi reported might be bad news.

For a nickname, "Snow" she's cold but lovely.

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>>21953347
Might be Wittmann can dig up one of these.

>>21953379

all superheavy tanks are stupid, and I think we conclusively proved that when we wrecked the reds' toy last time.

>>21953403
But we needed a fucking 1,000 pound bomb to do it.

>>21953379
Nah, this is the Red Alert 'verse. We want Tanya Adams.

...here's a thought. In this 'verse, would Tanya Adams be a witch?

>>21953403
mammoth has ground to air missiles

>>21953420
Also, come to think of it, the Mammoth is a Soviet superheavy in the RA games...so did we just wreck a Mammoth?

>>21953431
it sounded bigger then a mammoth tank

>>21953289

>“Captain, I'm getting strange radar contacts,” Ooishi says, whispering again “They look like really small APC's, but there's no way this is a mechanized unit. There's too many of them running around.”

Probably Russkie Tank Witches.

[X] Hold off, you don't know what they have for AA. Plus those contacts Ooishi reported might be bad news.

>>21953431
>Mammoth
>In RA

Ain't that the Apocalypse?

>>21953289
[x] Hold off, you don't know what they have for AA. Plus those contacts Ooishi reported might be bad news.

>>21953454
the first red alert the reds got the mammoth. you are thinking RA2 and RA3

>>21953370
We could simply mount a witch-operated turret onto a conventional vehicle.

>>21953415
>Tanya Adams + Witch shields, anti-tank firepower, maneuverability

The Reds would be so screwed.

>>21953472
You lose speed then.

>>21953454
Naw, the original Red Alert had the Mammoth, which was basically three Heavy Tanks welded together with one big fuckoff turret. That self-healed. And had AA rockets. They were nasty sumbitches. They got replaced in 2 and 3 with the Apocalypse, presumably because it wasn't a Tiberium 'verse prequel anymore.

>>21953469
What is this "arr ay three" you speak of? I have not heard of it. I mean you can't be talking about a Red Alert game since they didn't make any after two.

>>21953473
It gets better. Fully promoted Tanya IIRC could five-shot a Medium tank. With dual pistols.

>>21953499
don't make me slap you RA3 was fun

>>21953492
But you get a gun that blows a crater into about everything.

>>21953499

Probably the pretender spinoff that was released.

>>21953518
Fuck you. It was bullshit and they fucked up Tanya. They fucked up Tanya. That cannot be forgiven.

>>21953517
So deploying Witch Tanya would be a War Crime?

>>21953518
I agree. Kept admirably to the spirit of things, too, even if the Americans' basic base defense is utterly OP.

But we're off topic.

>>21953494
speaking of the heavy tank it shows up in black ops 2 in 1986 afghanistan. you charge it on horse back

>>21953420
>>21953413

So?

Drop some anti-tank artillery on the bastard. Or peck it to death with ATGMs from outside its range. Or wait for it to run out of gas, because anything that big has to be an enormous resource hog.

>>21953542
Nah, just using her against infantry. On the other hand, it could be argued that her fully-promoted abilities reflect her being Witch Tanya.

>>21953554
>fuel

its nuclear powered i think

>>21953565
>The Mammoth is armed with two 120mm cannon and twin anti-infantry and anti-aircraft Mammoth Tusk missile pods. An atomic generator powers the enormous vehicle. Mammoths are also equipped to independently carry out limited battlefield repairs.

>>21953561
On the other hand if we made Tanya a non-Witch commando that could kick the asses of Witch with using sparkles that be pretty fucking badass

So concerning the enemy witches, is the policy shoot to kill?

>>21953745
Nope.
Shoot 2 lewd.

>>21953745
Yes. This is a war, after all.

>>21953745
if they get in the way and try to harm the pilots there pink mist.

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>[] Hold off, you don't know what they have for AA. Plus those contacts Ooishi reported might be bad news.

Thinking better of getting even more zoomies, and possibly even your oldest brother in trouble (completely despite the fact that that's exactly what they're trained for) you decide to hold off on calling Razor flight in. Especially since you have no idea what is in store for this fight.

“Captain, we're here. Lots of red infantry picking through the crash site, but no vehicles that we can see. No witches, either.” Wittmann calls over the radio.

“Alright LT, hold off with your guns. We're going to ripple fire the big guns and keep constant pressure on them if we can. Roger that?

“Ja.”

Two kilometers isn't a long distance to travel, even offroad. Hans pushes the Booze Hound cross country on the bounce, and you're stashed in a woodline before you really know it. You can't see anything, and you don't have a magical radar, but you definitely trust Ooishi's reports.

“Ey, captain Bishop. We're jumping off to do our thing, you guys are on your own for a bit” Lieutenant Anderson says over your comms. He must've grabbed the infantry phone at the rear of your tank.

“Alright greenie, don't get in a fight big brother can't bail you out of.” you reply. He'd probably already hung the phone back up, as he didn't respond.

1/2

>>21953745
Yes.
They're enemy combatants, and we don't have a convenient defector like Frank does. We'll have time to angst about it later. We aren't gonna forget to fight in the middle of a fight.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qnEowbJfZ4E

2/2

Where you are now is safe and hidden. The only downside is that it's directly behind a hill, the one that Ooishi is hiding on. It's not that large of a hill, in fact it feels that you're probably just poking out above it. Sometimes, it's hard to be sneaky in a tank.

[] Stay hidden, they don't know you're there and picking a fight now might not be the best idea.
[] Crest the hill, bounce 'em from above!
[] Drive around the hill and get direct pressure on them
[] Other.

>>21953803
>[] Stay hidden, they don't know you're there and picking a fight now might not be the best idea.
Tanks don't bounce.

>>21953790
>[] Drive around the hill and get direct pressure on them
Flanking is good.

>>21953800
>not using the Andrew W.k version
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dsHYVUDMVdA

>>21953803
[X] Drive around the hill and get direct pressure on them

>>21953803
[x] Drive around the hill and get direct pressure on them
>>21953824
No the things we shoot do.

>>21953803
[x] Drive around the hill and get direct pressure on them

>>21953803
[] Drive around the hill and get direct pressure on them.
Caveat: have a witch get eyes on them, see if they're toting any obvious AT weapons.

Rolled 13

>>21953803
> Sometimes, it's hard to be sneaky in a tank.
...Understatement of the Year.

[] Drive around the hill and get direct pressure on them

>>21953803

Call in Razor

>>21953803
[X] Drive around the hill and get direct pressure on them

With any luck we'll come upon an enemy trying to circle around the site.

>>21953866

They're infantry, that they'll have AT weapons is basically a given.

>>21953885
Here changing my vote to
[X] Pop over the hill and shoot at the infantry, and then retreat so that they try to attack us. Then get the witches to hit their back.

>>21953803

[X] Drive around the hill and get direct pressure on them

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“Hans! Get us around this hill. Nicky gimme ninety degrees left! All vehicles, form up! Column, push hard for the crash!” You order. Hans pulls you out of the woodline just as Wittman breaks over the radio.

“Captain, I can see those contacts that that Ooishi was reporting. Two soviet tank witches. We'll be engaging as soon as this fight starts.”

Your heart skips a beat. Shields, magic guns, and maneuverability. Getting them knocked out of the fight is going to be a bitch and a half, you think to yourself. Just as the last syllable crosses your mind, you round the hill.

Ooishi wasn't kidding, the place crawls with Russian infantry. No visible AT weaponry, which is good. In fact, they're relatively light infantry, AK's and LBE from what you can see. Not a one of them has any sort of body armor on, outside of their helmets.

“Nicky, get on the Coax! Don't waste our AP rounds!” You cry out before he can thumb the firing stud of the 120. Sure, a direct hit on an infantryman with an AP round wouldn't leave anything except maybe the soles of his boots, but it'd be a massive waste. The 240 is much better suited for that sort of thing.

Nicky just nods, flicks a selector switch, and pulls the trigger. The co-axial machine gun belches, and cuts a swathe out of the Russian infantry swarming around the crash. The three tanks behind you do the same, four M240 machine guns gutting the fighting power of this soviet detatchment.

1/2

On the hill, four of your five witches open fire themselves. Carius and Rockfield's light machine guns rip into the forest behind the crash, presumably where the Russian witches are. Wittmann is picking her shots carefully it seems, and Meyer is holding off. Probably until she gets a clean shot, that 50mm cannon will rip through just about anything they have.

While your vehicles continue gunning down as much infantry as possible, the twelve green berets slip from their own hiding spot and into the crash wreckage. Two of them begin prepping the site for detonation, four of them are on security (though how they aren't getting shot to ribbons is a complete mystery to you), while six continue searching for the pilots and ejection seats.

Now would probably be a good time to call Razor, you think, but there's a nagging voice in the back of your head that keeps you from pulling the proverbial trigger on it. You can't put your finger on why, but something just isn't right here.

“Alright cap, we own the area for the most part. All we've got are the witches over in the woods. Looks like the infantry is exiting the area for the most part. Should we go hunt 'em down?” Rockfield asks. While technically not in command of your witch element, she's tied for the most combat experience and is much more sociable than Wittmann.

[] “Go for it, Sarn't. We got the firepower back here to back you up.”
[] “Definitely fucking not. That's a trap if I've ever seen one. Hold what you got, we're going to set up a perimeter around the crash and keep looking for those pilots.”
[] “Negative, hold overwatch, we'll go look for 'em.”
[] Other (write in)

>>21954316
[X] “Definitely fucking not. That's a trap if I've ever seen one. Hold what you got, we're going to set up a perimeter around the crash and keep looking for those pilots.”

This is going far too well.

>>21954316
[] “Definitely fucking not. That's a trap if I've ever seen one. Hold what you got, we're going to set up a perimeter around the crash and keep looking for those pilots.”

>>21954316
[x] Fuck no, I can smell the trap over through the gunpowder.

>>21954316
>[] “Definitely fucking not. That's a trap if I've ever seen one. Hold what you got, we're going to set up a perimeter around the crash and keep looking for those pilots.”

Rolled 11

>>21954295
>[x] “Definitely fucking not. That's a trap if I've ever seen one. Hold what you got, we're going to set up a perimeter around the crash and keep looking for those pilots.”

>>21954316
>[] “Definitely fucking not. That's a trap if I've ever seen one. Hold what you got, we're going to set up a perimeter around the crash and keep looking for those pilots.”
Maxim 17: The longer everything goes according to plan, the bigger the impending disaster.

>>21954316
[x] “Definitely fucking not. That's a trap if I've ever seen one. Hold what you got, we're going to set up a perimeter around the crash and keep looking for those pilots.”

We look for the pilots. Going after a retreat is how many ambushes are set up.

Uh, where's those Red sparkles that were reported in?

>>21954316
>[] “Definitely fucking not. That's a trap if I've ever seen one. Hold what you got, we're going to set up a perimeter around the crash and keep looking for those pilots.”

>>21954316

[X] “Definitely fucking not. That's a trap if I've ever seen one. Hold what you got, we're going to set up a perimeter around the crash and keep looking for those pilots.”

This has gone too easy. It's NEVER this easy.

It's time for LandKruezer Mark II.

>>21954316
[x] “Definitely fucking not. That's a trap if I've ever seen one. Hold what you got, we're going to set up a perimeter around the crash and keep looking for those pilots.”
We gonna get 'sploded.

two words

spetsnaz witches

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>>21954316

>>21954316


>[x] “Definitely fucking not. That's a trap if I've ever seen one. Hold what you got, we're going to set up a perimeter around the crash and keep looking for those pilots.”

Could they have the pilots?

Also,
>(though how they aren't getting shot to ribbons is a complete mystery to you)
Its cause their badasses that don't take shit from no one.

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>>21954316
[x] Wittmann, dominate!

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>>21954486
so the boss with witch powers...run

>>21954486
oh Christ please no

>>21954486
no no no no no no no no we run if we run in to that monster!

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>>21954523
Somebody ask for Spec ops Witches?

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>>21954523

You're gonna get RPO-A'd.

>>21954486
>spetsnaz witches

>>21954575
Thermobaric charge? That's kinda useless against a buttoned-up Abrams.

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>>21954550
Yes, please.

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>>21954629
One more?

>>21954646
I like this one

>>21954550
>>21954646
Jeese, these gals look like bloody nutjobs!

>>21954710
there black ops! they would kill you if you looked at them wrong

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>>21954710
This ones crazier.

>>21954738
I'd still hit it

>>21954738
oh dog I want to take on the spetsnaz witches now

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>>21954738

What have they done to them.

>>21954710
Well, real world USAF Special Operations Squadrons do a LOT of different shit. Sufficient variance that just because it's a "Special Operations Squadron" doesn't necessarily mean they're unstoppable badasses. All of the poor saps stuck in UAVs are part of various "Special Operations Squadrons". On the other end of the spectrum, you've got the 16th SOS, who fly AC-130s.

>>21954575
Oh god I want to fuck her up against that rubble.

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>>21954754
How about this one?

>>21954790
The fucks wrong with her face?

>>21954790
That's...
That's a fucking SAC Witch.
44th Missile Wing, "Aggressor Beware", in OTL it was an LGM-30 Minuteman unit by '89, so now I'm wondering what's different.

>>21954790
yeah, still hit it.

mind you it would probably be her hitting me then locking me up in a gulag for her private use but still

>>21954790
"War crime? What war crime? They were dead when we got here!"

>>21954821
These are all American witches. Supposedly.

>>21954821
see >>21954819
The 44th are an American unit. They probably never became the 44th Missile Wing in this timeline, instead staying the 44th Bombardment Wing, Medium.

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> [] “Definitely fucking not. That's a trap if I've ever seen one. Hold what you got, we're going to set up a perimeter around the crash and keep looking for those pilots.”

“Oh fuck no, top. You girls hold what you've got, we're going to deploy in a perimeter around the crashes. Ooishi, I need to know every radar update you get, I don't fancy getting schwhacked from somewhere I didn't see it coming.” You quickly order. You can smell an ambush a mile away.

“Hey captain,” Anderson again. He's starting to get really scary with that whole 'at the phone then not' thing he's doing. “Those pilots aren't anywhere around here. The ejection seats are, but the flight recorders are missing too. The crashes are ready for det, but we want to go look for those pilots. Something doesn't sit right about this.”

“Yeah, I've got the same feeling LT. Can you push into the forest and get eyes on the reds?” you ask, keeping your eyes focused on your screen. You would be on thermals, but the fires from the crashes would completely wash them out. As it stands, it's pretty hard to see anything with just the ambient light enhancer.

“Yessir. I already have most of my team out that way. Give me a shout if we're about to get jumped by armor or something though, wouldja? Don't really like the idea of that shit bearing down on us.” He doesn't sound concerned about it, but more conscious of the threat.

1/2

“For sure, secret squirrel. You come into contact, I'll dump a shitload of 120 mm hate on the reds for you. Just hit me on our tacnet.” you reply.

He clicks the receiver twice and hangs up, only to disappear into the woods.

You need to learn to do that with the Booze Hound, you think.

From there, all is tensely quiet...for about thirty seconds. Then, the forest rips into a symphony of automatic gunfire and explosions. It'd be almost beautiful, if it weren't for the fact that your guys probably just walked into an ambush.

“Hey, Captain. Can you give me some HE between our two elements here? A few meters to the left and right respectively, please. My guys are flipping their strobes on.” Anderson says calmly over the radio, before your NOD picks up twelve flashing strobes. Professionals, those men.

“Mega, drop AP, gimme HE. Nicky, put that shit just off the side there.” You're not going to question the SOF commander's request, if for no other reason than that man has more than proven himself to know what he's doing.

Parroting the green beret's fire mission to your other three tanks, Nicky starts to set the sights perfectly on target. Mere seconds later, your cannon roars, sending Booze Hound's finest regards to what you hope are Stalin's kids. The three vehicles behind you respond in kind, not to be outdone by Booze Hound's challenge. The forest is rocked with the four explosions, not a single strobe blinking out or moving.

2/3

3/3

“Perfect, thanks Cap. I'll explain over a glass of scotch someday.” Anderson says. “Oh, this is also probably a really good time to call those PJ's in. We've found the pilots and are fighting our way over towards them. Any chance you guys can get in this fight?” He asks, his question punctuated with two gunshots.

>[] “We're chompin' at the bit, LT. Keep your heads down, Penetrator element is gonna take care of business.” (call in razor)
>[] “You got it, Golf Bravo. We're sending the witches in. Play nice.” (call in razor)
>[] “Negative. Pull back, we'll gatecrash this party on our own.” (No call in)
>[] other.

>>21954885
The Reds are in a treeline, right?

>>21954885
[X] “You got it, Golf Bravo. We're sending the witches in. Play nice.” (call in razor)

The Witches are of more use in the woods than we are, easier to maneuver. We'll coordinate from here and deal with anything new they throw at us.

>>21954885
[x] “You got it, Golf Bravo. We're sending the witches in. Play nice.” (call in razor)

>>21954885
>[] “You got it, Golf Bravo. We're sending the witches in. Play nice.” (call in razor)
Provide further fire missions as they call for them.

>>21954885
>>[] “You got it, Golf Bravo. We're sending the witches in. Play nice.” (call in razor)
We hang back, ready to put some hate wherever they need it. We're no good in those trees.

>>21954885

[X] “You got it, Golf Bravo. We're sending the witches in. Play nice.” (call in razor)

We'll coordinate and provide cover fire and backup as needed.

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>>21954885
[] “You got it, Golf Bravo. We're sending the witches in. Play nice.” (call in razor)

Watch out for these guys.

[X] “You got it, Golf Bravo. We're sending the witches in. Play nice.” (call in razor)

>>21954885
[x] “You got it, Golf Bravo. We're sending the witches in. Play nice.” (call in razor)
Find anti-air. Shoot anti-air.

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I'm surprised we haven't seen any russian CAS birds, since we're so far behind their lines.

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>>21954995

Good luck.

>>21955015
From what I've read, classic soviet doctrine was to keep air support for attacking forward elements and when the bulk of the army showed up, switch to keeping NATO birds out of the way while arty took over. Their AAA weren't very good at being able to distinguish friend from foe so instead they just adjusted operating areas to avoid friendly fire.

>>21955153
Sorry, "keeping NATO birds out of the way" should read as "keeping NATO out of the way", basically interdicting any enemy movement.

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>[] “You got it, Golf Bravo. We're sending the witches in. Play nice.” (call in razor)

“Roger that, Greenie. Wait one, help is on the way.” You say, flipping over to your platoon net. “Ladies, if you please?”

They don't need much more persuasion than that. Rockfield and Meyer are the first to roll off the hill, followed by Wittmann and Carius. Ooishi, however, doesn't move, and settles behind her rifle a little more comfortably.

“Alright Anderson, you got four fightin' females on the way. Play nice!” You say, before cutting off the conversation with him.

Getting onto Razor's net is much, much more difficult than you'd thought it would be. Apparently the Air Force doesn't want to share it's toys, even if other branches are spending a lot of resources trying to save it's boys. Once you do, however, you're rewarded with one of the smoothest transitions you've been privy to in your entire time in the military.

Razor is on it's way.

“Captain!” Wittmann's voice cries over the radio. “Captain! We're in hand to hand with a soviet armored witch platoon! Get in here!” It doesn't sound like a request.

Ooishi's rifle cracks once, before “Thanks leatherneck!” from Rockfield over the radio.

“Alright Penetrators, the ladies need some real men to lead this dance. Let's get in there, Jolly Rodger!” you belt out.

1/3

Your tanks quickly form into a loose chevron formation, one that you've practiced countless times at the drill field. You close range in roughly a minute, just in time to see Wittman drop her G3 to it's sling and slug an almost stereotypically blonde soviet witch in the jaw with a hard right hook. Whoever taught her how to fistfight did it right, as she pivoted on her left foot and threw her shoulder behind her fist.

However, a witch punching a witch in the mouth isn't quite like a boxer doing the same thing. The soviet witch is rocked off her feet and soars roughly five feet through the air, tumbling for a few extra feet. Enough time for Wittmann to re-shoulder her G3 and execute the blonde with a well timed Mozambique drill.

Meyer and Carius, however, are having a time of it themselves, being tossed around like ragdolls by the remaining two Russian witches.

[] Help Meyer and Carius!
[] Leave Wittmann and Rockfield to help Meyer and Carius, push for the pilots.
[] other (write in)

>>21955267
[X] Help Meyer and Carius!

We get our witches free and able to get back in the fight we'll be able to bring more to the table to get the pilots out.

>>21955267
[x] Help Meyer and Carius!

>>21955267
>[] Help Meyer and Carius!

>Whoever taught her how to fistfight did it right, as she pivoted on her left foot and threw her shoulder behind her fist.
>Enough time for Wittmann to re-shoulder her G3 and execute the blonde with a well timed Mozambique drill.
My kinda girl.

>>21955267
>[x] Help Meyer and Carius!

>>21955267
[x] Help Meyer and Carius!

>>21955267

[X] Help Meyer and Carius!

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>>21955257
Help the Witches, the Beenies didn't ask for direct help.

Also, I said watch out.

[X] Help Meyer and Carius!

>>21955267
>[] Help Meyer and Carius!

>>21955267
Okay, war and all that, but seeing little girls execute other little girls feels *really* uncomfortable.

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>>21955494

>>21955494
Heh. He thinks Wittmann is a little girl.
Right now she's Teutonic Wrath in panties.

>>21955494
They're communist scum. Don't feel uncomfortable.

>>21955494
Wittmann is a badass German. Badass Germans only have three emotions. Depression, Anger, and Lager.

>>21955494

It was bound to happen eventually. It's simply not feasible to think that all Witches can be PoWs. They're simply too dangerous and we do NOT have much advantage over these girls to use as leverage.

>>21955494
Right then neither were little girls. One was an ally. The other was a priority target. Priority target is now dealt with.

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>>21955538
Pils. We call it Pilsener.

>>21955494
If it helps you, just think of it as a mercy killing as said witch was likely brainwashed 20 times over.

>>21955630
and the reds don't take kindly to soldiers that fail there missions.

>>21955642
...not any less kindly than the US does. They're the Soviet Union, not the Galactic Empire. They learned during WW2 that if you start shooting your soldiers for losing, you not only keep losing but you quickly run out of good soldiers.

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[] Help Meyer and Carius!

“Nicky....” It takes you a few seconds to actually conjure up the words, but eventually, you get “Nicholas, paste 'em.”

He glances at you, slowly coming to his own realization. He nods, before swinging the turret onto the witch that is straddling Meyer, swinging her fists wildly.

He thumbs the firing stud.

Booze Hound roars a challenge, firing a 120mm APFSDS round crafted with nothing but pure hate and loathing and loaded with only the purest malice directly into the soviet witches side. Her shield soaks the round itself, but the kinetic energy rips her off of Meyer and flying through the forest at an incredible rate of speed.

The witch with her hands around Carius's throat whips her head up to see what happened, sees herself staring down three Abrams barrels, and decides better of everything. She drops Carius, and throws her hands to the sky.

“Friend! Friend!” she cries, tears welling up.

“Top, handle this one!” you shout, leaving Rockfield to deal with the surrendered witch. “Ooishi, if that other one we just blasted comes back, you handle her!”

1/2

Wittmann, Carius, Meyer, and your four vehicles steam ahead, linking up with the Green Berets a scant two hundred meters from the hand to hand engagement. They're fighting their own fight, carbines and rifles making only picked kill shots as opposed to the Russian's full auto fusillade. If you weren't in an armored house sized mass of 'fuck you', the amount of bullets zipping about might actually be a threat. As it stands, Booze Hound gleefully wades past the special forces and tears into the Russian line. Taking the fight back to them feels incredible.

“Hey, Captain. Nice to see you in the shit. We've got those pilots locked down, Sargeants Peterson and Nguyen have them. They're back behind that – Shit, Vehicles right!” Anderson informs you over the radio before diving away from your vehicle.

[] Stop and engage!
[] Stay mobile and attempt to engage!
[] push for the nearest cover, start a knife fight!
[] Other

>>21955668
Except they trust their Witches about as far as Stephen Hawking can throw a deuce-and-a-half.

>>21955717
[X] Stay mobile and attempt to engage!

>>21955717

[] Stay mobile and attempt to engage!

Abrams are good at this. Also, make sure the Witches have the PoW locked down. Don't want her getting hopeful if reinforcements are here, after all.

>fowl artyMEa

Yes, Captcha, arty on us WOULD be foul.

>>21955717
>[x] Stay mobile and attempt to engage!

>>21955717
Stay mobile

>>21955717
>[] Stay mobile and attempt to engage!
Would be wise to move back toward our rendezvous with Razor, though.

>>21955759
Seconding this.

>>21955731
Yeah, so? A bullet you put in an untrustworthy soldier is one you save your enemy. They won't reward them for surviving, but they're not going to destroy a major asset like a witch for mere failure, untrusted they may be.

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>>21955549

War is hell, deal with it. In fact, it'd probably be a fair bit bloodier than it's being portrayed. Imagine, all those poor soviet conscripts we just smeared all over the landscape, or the occasional unlucky one who happened to take a round to the guts that wasn't immediately fatal. The fact that witches are basically child soldiers is unfortunate, but for various reasons it's socially acceptable in this universe because, well, magic powers are a hell of a force multiplier.

>>21955549
>>21955534

As for you, don't think this 'dehumanizing' shit you're doing is a good thing, even if it is necessary for survival in war. Every last one of these people had family and people who loved them, somewhere. Many of them probably didn't even want to be here, since, y'know, conscripts.

>>21955703

>sees her comrade get blasted and sent flying with a 120mm round
>immediately surrenders

Smart girl.

[X] Stay mobile and attempt to engage!

>>21955779

Oops, meant to reply to >>21955494 with that first section.

>>21955717
[X] Stay mobile and attempt to engage!

[X] Stay mobile and attempt to engage!

>>21955789
I was thinking the same thing and it shows shields have their limits.

>>21955717
[x] Stop and engage!
Gotta stop them before they can get in range of the guys on foot.

>>21955779
Nobody is doing any dehumanizing that hadn't already been done over the course of the 60 years of the Cold War. That is still the subconscious thought process of every single person I've ever met who was alive during that period. The communists are monsters, the communists are scum, the communists aren't human. It was just as true as the sky being blue and the sun being warm, i.e. true to the perceptions of the time period.

>>21955731

And yet, they still aren't the cartoon super-villains you're making them out to be.

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>>21955862

Yes, we had a massive propaganda machine demonizing the soviets to the point that it engrained itself in the social consciousness. They had something similar, of course.

That doesn't make any of that shit true, however.

That rant was more directed at Pugh for that 'engaged the priority target' bullshit, since in this particular case 'engaed the target' means 'turned a little girl into hamburger', and the first term was meant to make us forget the implications of the second.

(I'm aware she'd have done the same to us if our positions were reversed. War's hell, ain't it?)

>>21955948
>and the first term was meant to make us forget the implications of the second.
Or, y'know, not sound like a sociopath gleefully reveling in killing a teenage girl.

>>21955948
...actually, we didn't turn her into hamburger. She's probably battered as fuck, but unless her shield completely gave out after the shot, she's likely still alive.

>>21955948
Men have this idea that we can fight with dignity, that there's a proper way to kill someone. It's absurd. It's anesthetic; we need it to endure the bloody horror of murder.

>>21955948
>turned a little girl into hamburger

Oh come now. No need to exaggerate. The witch we shot with the tank round just got sent flying with her shield absorbing almost all of the destructive force. The witch who got killed got shot by one of our German tankwitches' battle rifles. Maybe not pretty, but not as ugly as a tank round to the face.

>>21955948
Oh no, I'm very much aware. I have some good friends who hail from the former soviet bloc countries. And I mean, hell you so much as breath the word communism in conjunction with ANYTHING it takes a lot of political, verbal and social hoop jumping to get people to not dismiss it out of hand.

On the topic of War being hell. It's very much true. However that very horrific nature is what gives it it's weight, it's meaning. If you remove the human element, the sacrifice, the danger from War, then it loses it's meaning. That's primarily why I'm so against the proliferation of drones and thus the X-47 program.

Well this went sideways fast.

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>>21955973

Well no, one shouldn't revel in something like that. One also shouldn't ignore that such horrible things happen, either, which is something westerners have a problem with.

>>21956075
Politics will do that. I'd prefer they keep it out of a quest thread, though it seems to have been maintained at largely a decent level of civility.

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>[] Stay mobile and attempt to engage!

“Aw, he wants to play with us boys! It's fourth quarter, we're in the red zone with ten seconds on the clock, and we're down by five! He thinks he can hang!” you laugh to yourself. “Let's fuckin' show him how we play some ball! Nicky, running shot, lead vehicle! Hans, get us in the end zone! Mega man, make sure we're up to speed!” You swiftly order.

One day, a head shrink is going to have a field day with you. You're going to have to figure out why everything becomes a football reference with you.

Booze Hound screams across the solitary logging road and into the other side before Hans slams on the brakes and whips the tank around, ready to go sprinting back across onto 'your' side of the woods. Nicky already has the turret spun around to the left, waiting for his shot to line up. His thumb quivers over the firing stud.

Hans pops the clutch and sends the Abrams vaulting over the berm, crashing down in the center of the road.

Nicky fires.

The T-72 explodes miraculously, sending debris flying in every direction. Say what you will about the boy, but Nicholas can pinpoint the best spots to fire on every tank he's seen so far.

“Captain! It's time to go! Razor is at the main LZ!” Wittmann says, emerging from the woods. She spins and engages a second T-72, turning the turret of the Russian tank into a block of swiss cheese.

>>21955948
Was my comment out of line? Maybe.

But so help me I will never consider killing anyone a good thing. If I came across like that I apologize and I'll try not to let it happen again.

“We're not going anywhere until those greenie beenies and pilots are loaded up!” you reply, scanning the area for any immediate threats. You really wish that your thermals wouldn't wash out almost every time you needed them.

“Captain, only the pilots are going with Razor, the green berets are riding with us!” she says into the Radio. Just as she says this, you can hear the SOF operators climb aboard your vehicles before Anderson says “Yep. Can't let you tankers have all the fun.”

[] “Fine, fuck it!” Sprint for the line
[] “No way, too dangerous. Ride with Razor!”
[] other

>>21956106
Or, y'know, we're maintaining professionalism rather than freaking the fuck out because we're kind of in the middle of a battle right now and the last thing the men who trust us to lead them need is a commander who's too busy having an emotional breakdown to make good decisions. Remember the lesson of Ramba Ral. In the middle of a fight, he forgot to fight, and he died for it.

>>21956138
[x] “Fine, fuck it!” Sprint for the line
CHEESE IT

[x] “Fine, fuck it!” Sprint for the line

Time spent bickering is time not spent retreating.

>>21956138
>[] “Fine, fuck it!” Sprint for the line

>>21956138

[X] “Fine, fuck it!” Sprint for the line

Have Nicky watch for pursuit and....discourage them from following us.

>>21956138
>[] “Fine, fuck it!” Sprint for the line

>>21956138
>[] “Fine, fuck it!” Sprint for the line
Gentlemen, keep your heads down and thank the clusterfuck that is army procurement we are not waring ERA.

>>21956138
[x] “Fine, fuck it!” Sprint for the line
Let's get out of here.

>>21956138
>[] “Fine, fuck it!” Sprint for the line
Time to NOOOOPE the fuck out of dodge.

Captcha: third-world insulg
Um, the war is in eastern europe not Africa captcha.

>>21956138
>[] "Fine, fuck it!" Sprint for the line.
GOGOGO. Tanks are bullet magnets, and it's no good if the Golf Bravos catch a few on our watch. Tell 'em to duck and cover.

>>21956117

>implying discussing the horrors of war in a quest thread about a war is politics

lel

>>21955987
You just hit a tree going the approximate speed of a 120mm anti-tank round.

Are you alive?

>>21956138
>[x] “Fine, fuck it!” Sprint for the line

>>21956138
[X] Who's got the POW?

>>21956272
Do you have a magical emergency airbag shield?

>>21956272
If I have a shield? Maybe.

>>21956272
Are you a witch? If so, what panties do you have on?

>>21956272
I assume she could throw up another shield to avoid the ensuing pasting.

>>21956291

On the heli probably.

You can't move at speed with a pow on your tank

>>21956266

Maybe politics was the wrong term to use, I should probably have said something like psychology instead. My apologies, but I still don't feel it really belongs here.

That aside, another vote towards GET THE FUCK OUTTA DODGE.

>>21956272

Fuckin' Witch-shields...how do they work??

>>21956325
....Magic?

>>21956272
>120mm anti-tank round

p.s. it's also made out of DU, which, as a pyrophoric metal, burns very hot and very hard in air once ignited (like when it hits something).

hope you like your witches extra-crispy.

>>21956272
If her shield didn't completely give out, it will have at least softened the impact.

>>21956310
Takes witches to contain witches, remember how they had to use the army tank witches to escort the soviet strike witches in Strikers '89?

>>21956375

Well if you strip them of the striker and point the Minigun at them...

>>21956404
They're still magical.

>>21956414
Yes, but they're considerably LESS magical.

>>21956414
And a minigun still fires at 6000 RPM.

>>21956463
And our tank doesn't mount a minigun.

>>21956414

Witches without focuses can only create so-strong shields.

>>21956471
But the choppers probably do.

>>21956471

Choppers do.

>>21956480
>>21956484
Which they can totally point inwards, and which totally wouldn't fucking shred the airframe if they fired them inwards.

>>21956484

If you're going to put a hostile but otherwise unarmed witch in a chopper, why not just have her sit in the door and have someone push her out if she tries anything?

>>21956463
Well, technically this isn't exactly true. Still though, I don't really think it matters if it's 10 rounds or 3 rounds of 7.62x51 NATO impacting your body per second. The end result is still definitely ground beef.

>>21956509
Then strap the witches to the front of the rocket pods. or something.

>>21956542
Well, really the ROF depends on the minigun in question.

>>21956534
>hostile
She surrendered. The other one's probably KO'd.
We should try to grab their strikers, if they didn't load them in the chopper.