Post by [Maxen]69er™ on Jul 14, 2005 4:07:05 GMT -5
Date: 07-13-05 Map: Oilfields 69ers: Chinese
VR, Sheep, Tako and Maxen form up, ready to give the traditional 69er smack down on those foolish enough to array against our might. They form a squad and choose the instruments of death. Engineer, support and medics, all pile into assorted vehicles and make their way through the oil fields and prepare to begin the inevitable smack down. The meager initial resistance does little beyond scratching the paint on the type 98 and mobile AA. Each command post liberated from the corpses of our enemies merely makes them stronger as they integrate the captured armor into our own ranks. Soon, the flying wedge of death created with tanks and AA has repulsed every pathetic attack directed at the squad, crushing those who lack the wit to flee before the ground shaking might wielded. The calls for fire support are immediately taken up; sabot rounds from squad mates rip into Abrams that foolishly attack piecemeal, ensuring their quick demise. Mobile repair depots and ammo stations created by the wise selection of kits keep them rolling, never needing to stop. All the enemy commander can do is watch, wishing his squads were as effective as the 69ers. Enemy artillery falls, hitting nothing, for the 69ers have already moved on to the next objective. Soon, arriving at the gates of the final objective, tracked vehicles of death crush what is left of the bodies of those who have fallen to the assembled might of the 69ers. The mobile AA cripples the enemy air power; enemy SpecOp troops find it impossible to sneak up on the quick moving tanks, flanks guarded by alert mobile AA gunners. The core of the squad, the main battle tanks, destroy any attempt to stage a breakout of the American compound. The Chinese Red Army throw the imperialistic dogs back, reminding them to underestimate the middle kingdom at their peril.
*final score: 145 - 0 Chinese win.*
VR, Sheep, Tako and Maxen form up, ready to give the traditional 69er smack down on those foolish enough to array against our might. They form a squad and choose the instruments of death. Engineer, support and medics, all pile into assorted vehicles and make their way through the oil fields and prepare to begin the inevitable smack down. The meager initial resistance does little beyond scratching the paint on the type 98 and mobile AA. Each command post liberated from the corpses of our enemies merely makes them stronger as they integrate the captured armor into our own ranks. Soon, the flying wedge of death created with tanks and AA has repulsed every pathetic attack directed at the squad, crushing those who lack the wit to flee before the ground shaking might wielded. The calls for fire support are immediately taken up; sabot rounds from squad mates rip into Abrams that foolishly attack piecemeal, ensuring their quick demise. Mobile repair depots and ammo stations created by the wise selection of kits keep them rolling, never needing to stop. All the enemy commander can do is watch, wishing his squads were as effective as the 69ers. Enemy artillery falls, hitting nothing, for the 69ers have already moved on to the next objective. Soon, arriving at the gates of the final objective, tracked vehicles of death crush what is left of the bodies of those who have fallen to the assembled might of the 69ers. The mobile AA cripples the enemy air power; enemy SpecOp troops find it impossible to sneak up on the quick moving tanks, flanks guarded by alert mobile AA gunners. The core of the squad, the main battle tanks, destroy any attempt to stage a breakout of the American compound. The Chinese Red Army throw the imperialistic dogs back, reminding them to underestimate the middle kingdom at their peril.
*final score: 145 - 0 Chinese win.*