Hi guys, Sparkies back! Yup, that's right. I don't really know what made me, but I lost interest with the WoT section for a while, before I came here yesterday to just check up. In short, I'm back to writing stories.
I apologize if it's shitty, because really, it's not my best work. May there be many more to come.
"Come on, come on, let's move it!"a Sherman yells as he and the rest of the mediums start going down the hill and into battle, most of the tank destroyers hovering behind in the bushes.
"Hey! You, scout!"an M7 yells, and I turn my turret to the offender.
"What?"I ask.
"Go kill scout shit! Spawn points are for the arties!"
"I'm not a scout!"I say indignantly. I couldn't wait to be a Pz III, I had to deal with this shitty Pz III A model instead.
"Well now you are! Arties are waiting!"he cackles. I hate El Halluf.
With reluctance, I drive down the hill, keeping a watchful eye on the minimap. Two blips there…...One tank down. Two tanks down. Shit! A blip appears right in front of me as I slide down the hill, and I barely manage to avoid whatever was there. I quickly pull myself behind a building, waiting for whatever was to come. Curse this tiny 37mm.
I sigh in relief as a Cruiser Mk. II rounds the corner, and I quickly fire, the shot penetrating. The Cruiser screams, backing up, but for once the reload speed does me good and I fire another shot, obliterating the Cruiser. Suddenly, the radio crackles.
"Yo! Panzer! Scout boy!" It was the M7 again.
"What?"I say, annoyed.
"We're waiting! We've killed one guy this entire game! Spot someone already!"
I maneuver through the village, before finding a good view of the cliff. It was risky, but I was willing. I spot something shining in the heat of the sun, and I quickly radio in.
"Target at F3!"
Within seconds, a shot is fired, and whatever tank was killed went up in flames. Suddenly, a shot sailed right in front of me, nearly wrecking my tracks and throwing up dust. I pull out, trying to get a view on my attacker. M8A1.
"American TD at J5!"
Another shot booms, and the tank goes down. I check the roster. 4v3, our lead. I narrow my eyes. There were two arties and a TD back there, meaning-an explosion sounds behind me, and I turn around, just in time to see the turret of the TD on our side go flying. I quickly race up the hill, just in time to see an M3 Lee blowing our second arty to pieces.
"Hey!"I yell, and it turns around, and I remember the M3's weakness. I quickly pump two rounds into it's tracks, but immediately it starts repairing and a 75mm round slams into me, making me slowly fall down the hill in pain. Just then, however, as I slip down I glimpse the M7 behind the M3 Lee, shooting it's rear with it's 105 mm howitzer, ending it's poor life. I slam into the bottom of the village, and I explode. Ah well. Just a couple more matches, I remind myself. So close to the upgrade.
I quickly spectate the M7, crossing my tracks. If we won, I might be able to upgr-BOOM! The M7 explodes in flames, a triumphant T-28 next to it. I sigh, and my turret dips. Maybe another time. Another time.