|The Soviet Steamroller gears up|
I tried to set up a mortar proof defence in depth, and this was almost my undoing as Olly's Spetsnaz managed to infiltrate his massive SMG horde towards my massively outnumbered platoon. They ended up within assault distance at the start of his first turn and I immediately thought that the game was over. With my units so strung out, there was no way I could repulse the assault and protect my support units. Luckily this was when Olly made his first mistake and didn't assault, giving me at least one turn to hit them with my artillery.
Unfortunately for Olly, his looping flank attack with his T34's to avoid my 17pdrs not only left them in the line of fire after doubling, the RAF really came through for once and the combination of fire left 4 tanks burning and another two bailed out.
My next turn was when Olly's lady luck really abandoned Olly. The RAF turned up to polish off the straggling T34 platoon, but more importantly, my artillery really went to town on his SMG blob killing everyone under the template, including the Commissar and the Commander, leaving the entire platoon hanging out in a field unable to move.
With the remaining T34 platoon backed into a corner while my ambushing 6pdrs deployed towards the unguarded objective and the platoon from reserve manoeuvred for the attack, Olly made the wise decision to reverse his commander in an attempt to rejoin the SMG blob, take it under command and resume the attack. Unfortunately the RAF, in a fit of never before seen, dazzling competence, dropped from the clouds to finish him off.
|Coffin. Nail. Final.|