[AAR] You know you're desperate...
Posted: 2008-09-27 18:39
...When you end up using your transport heli to take out tanks.
Here's the situation, not long ago, during the pr v0.75 era, the battle for Quinling commenced. While both the we, PLA, and the UK sent only two men to assault, though these two soldiers were biologically altered in order to reassemble their atoms back at base if they died. They were given roughly 10-15 armoured vehicles, two air superiority jets and a gunship in order to complete their mission.
Both sides tended to avoid the aircraft, especially the PLA. The jets had a nasty tendency to let one wheel fall off the runway when taxiing, and would often end up being catapulted 50 meters up while executing a sumersault.
Great.
Instead, when both factions destroyed each others' gunships, they had to commander their armour. With the PLA tanks having trouble climbing any hill with an angle of more than 10 degrees, the British Challenger was able to quickly capture both the mine and nearby village, and were able to assault the Chinese FOB before the PLA had time to reach any of their objectives.
When our Chinese FOB was finally neutralized, the British had destroyed our bunker, and then received an extra reinforcement to aid them in finishing us off. During our tank engagements, the sneaky soldiers had also brought another tank to the front lines. Things were looking dim.
By now the tickets were bleeding out, and all hope off much needed reinforcements had died. We tried time and again do take them down in our remaining armour, but they simply scoffed at our unsuccessful attempts. Finally, with no available armour to be shredded, we looked at our transport heli, with thoughts of some so-called "asymmetrical" warfare planned.
I reemerged as a combat engineer, and I placed a nice little c-4 present onto the nose of the heli. I instructed the pilot to fly high, then enter into a controlled dive upon the tanks. With me sitting in the rear, I was able to see right out the front of the cockpit and spot the tanks, which we were closing in on fast. Quickly, as we reached within 10 meters of ground zero, I pushed the big red button and blew us all back to the Stone Age.
Scouting out the area with our nanjing, we easily found the remains of the two challengers and the corps of our downed heli still hot between them.
With our tickets passed the 10 mark, the air siren went off. A smile took over my face. I knew that we did not lose this battle in vain.
Here's the situation, not long ago, during the pr v0.75 era, the battle for Quinling commenced. While both the we, PLA, and the UK sent only two men to assault, though these two soldiers were biologically altered in order to reassemble their atoms back at base if they died. They were given roughly 10-15 armoured vehicles, two air superiority jets and a gunship in order to complete their mission.
Both sides tended to avoid the aircraft, especially the PLA. The jets had a nasty tendency to let one wheel fall off the runway when taxiing, and would often end up being catapulted 50 meters up while executing a sumersault.
Great.
Instead, when both factions destroyed each others' gunships, they had to commander their armour. With the PLA tanks having trouble climbing any hill with an angle of more than 10 degrees, the British Challenger was able to quickly capture both the mine and nearby village, and were able to assault the Chinese FOB before the PLA had time to reach any of their objectives.
When our Chinese FOB was finally neutralized, the British had destroyed our bunker, and then received an extra reinforcement to aid them in finishing us off. During our tank engagements, the sneaky soldiers had also brought another tank to the front lines. Things were looking dim.
By now the tickets were bleeding out, and all hope off much needed reinforcements had died. We tried time and again do take them down in our remaining armour, but they simply scoffed at our unsuccessful attempts. Finally, with no available armour to be shredded, we looked at our transport heli, with thoughts of some so-called "asymmetrical" warfare planned.
I reemerged as a combat engineer, and I placed a nice little c-4 present onto the nose of the heli. I instructed the pilot to fly high, then enter into a controlled dive upon the tanks. With me sitting in the rear, I was able to see right out the front of the cockpit and spot the tanks, which we were closing in on fast. Quickly, as we reached within 10 meters of ground zero, I pushed the big red button and blew us all back to the Stone Age.
Scouting out the area with our nanjing, we easily found the remains of the two challengers and the corps of our downed heli still hot between them.
With our tickets passed the 10 mark, the air siren went off. A smile took over my face. I knew that we did not lose this battle in vain.
very good read