"Driver, advance one-hundred meters, slowly,"
I look up through the cupola and see a man standing in the tall grass, holding a bottle of some type of liquid, a rag is attached to the top, and it's burning. He is only fifty or so meters away. I open my mouth to scream at the Gunner and RTO, but he is cut down by Charlie tank's bow gun before he can throw. The bottle explodes as the man falls. He is given a funeral pyre.
Someone gets on the external telephone.
"Infantry here," the man says.
"I hear you," I reply.
I pick up the intercom.
"RTO, tell our tanks to move forward, slowly. Tell them to not pursue infantry into the tree line until it has been cleared by the friendly infantry,"
I switch back over to the internal-external communications.
"Use us for cover, ride the tanks if you have to,"
A squad of infantry gets on, using the turret's Schürzen for cover. The Porlaq soldiers have stopped charging and have started moving toward the tree line for more cover.
