Anarchy from the UK!
By Jangocommando27
Chapter 12: All good things…
Japanese Central Sensha-dō Arena, Kyoto
Final match: Saunders/ St. Gloriana
08:57
"Hey John, hand me a box of .50 cal ammo would ya?"
John passed up the ammo box to James who in turn loaded the newly mounted M2 browning .50 cal machine gun that he'd had installed on his commander's cupola.
All around him, the St. Gloriana crews, assisted by some volunteers from highlander, were busying themselves with pre-battle preparations. To throw against Saunders, St. Gloriana were fielding; 8 Centurion Mk 1's 2 Comets, 5 Cromwells, 2 Crusaders and Darjeeling's Churchill which would act as the flag tank. They were fielding every big gun they had, but James knew that they stood little to no chance in a straight fight against Saunders. Their American themed opponents had rolled out the big guns for the finals; 12 M26 Pershings, 4 T29 heavy tanks, 1 T95 Motor Gun carriage, a pair of M24 Chaffee's, and finally a T92 self propelled gun.
James thought the last piece was excessive, 'Seriously! Who brings siege artillery to a tank fight?! That's like bringing a Warhammer to a knife fight!'
He knew that all the armchair Patton's would look at the line up of the two sides and, given the Centurion's history and the total of 40 tankery sabot rounds St. Gloriana had, see the battle a more or less even fight, but it most certainly was not. Saunders had almost every advantage; Their M26 Pershings with their 90mm guns, could penetrate the front of the centurion's hull at 2000 meters and the front of the thickest bit of the turret at 1500 meters, where as with the 17 pounder AP ammo St. Gloriana had, they had to get within 1000 meters to penetrate anywhere on the front of a Pershing. Furthermore, Saunders were better gunners than St. Gloriana just because they had more time to practice with their tanks, St. Gloriana had had just over a week with the Centurions. Realistically, they hadn't got a prayer, but they could still give the buggers a fight.
"Ammo stowed and ready boss." Announced John as he climbed out the loaders hatch. "We've got 5 Sabot, 35 standard AP, 10 High ex, and 5 smoke. We've also got 5 belts for the polsten"
"Cheers mate." Said James as he inserted an ammo belt into his .50 cal and racked the slide.
"You thinking there's no way we can win this?" asked John, looking at his commander and friend. James sighed, taking a moment to look around and make sure there were no St. Gloriana girls within earshot.
"No," he said, "we can win. But we're gonna have to pull it out of our asses."
"Like that time you shagged a member of the Danish royal family?" joked John, "you sure pulled it out then of her ass then... or did she pull or of yours?" John laughed while James simply smiled before playfully punching his loader in the shoulder.
"James!" Darjeeling called from the hanger door, "We're due for the team meet in a few minutes. Get the team together and formed up!"
"Yes boss!" James called back. He and his crew dismounted and started gathering the team before heading out to the area where the pre-match greeting was to be held. The two teams lined up facing each other in their crews, with the commander and vice commander of each team standing front and centre.
"Commanders and Sub Commanders step forwards please." Said one of the judges. Darjeeling and James stepped forward, while Kay and Alisa stepped forward from Saunders ranks.
"It looks like we'll get our fight after all Sergeant Hunter." Said Alisa. James smiled.
"T29 yeah?" He asked. She nodded. "I'll look for you on the field." While the 2nd in command's ribbed each other, Darjeeling and Kay were more civilised.
"Good look Darjeeling." Said Kay.
"Likewise Kay." Replied Darjeeling.
"Both teams bow." Called the judge.
The 2 opposing teams bowed, wishing each other a good match, before returning to their tanks and heading to their staring positions.
St. Gloriana starting position
James dropped into his turret and secured his cupola behind him.
"Alright, you've heard it once but I'll go over it again." He said as he adjusted his comm set. "After the off, we and knight force will head off towards the north west while Rook and king force dig in as planned at point 672598. Our job is to hunt down and engage the enemy flag tank. Name of the game is 'Don't get into a long range shooting match with those Pershings. And don't fire sabot unless I say so or the enemy is within 500 meters.' And Jay, you may consider that my permission to use Sabot rounds beyond that. I trust you to hit them at that range."
"Question boss." Said Jay. "Do you really think we can win this? Honestly?"
"Honestly? No." Replied James. "If we had the Centurion's a few months ago? Maybe. But the girls just aren't experienced enough with them. I don't see us winning this one. But I'll be damned if I let the yanks win without a fight."
"All I needed to hear boss." Said Jay as he settled back into his gunners position.
"Any other questions?" asked James. The crew were silent. "Then let's do this."
"MATCH START!"
"Knight force! Move out!" James ordered.
...
"MATCH START!"
"Scout tanks' move out!" Kay ordered. "Everyone else get into formation!"
Around her the vast array of American tanks started to manoeuvre into their preplanned formations. The plan was for their Pershing's to split into 2 groups of 6 and each would advance down one flank of the battlefield, while her force would push up the middle. Their T92 would move to a bombardment position and conduct fire missions on targets the other teams spotted. She watched as their pair of M24's raced off ahead of the main force.
"Reckon this'll be an easy win then Kay?" asked her gunner. Kay frowned slightly.
"I've found it wise to never underestimate Darjeeling in the past." Replied Kay, full well knowing her British counterpart's reputation and record, "And we've seen what that boyfriend of hers and his crew can do. We may have them outgunned, but this won't be an easy victory."
...
Aboard Achilles, James couldn't get the feeling that something was up with the crew. The crew would normally spend the time between contacts bantering or ribbing each other for something, but the intercom was unusually quiet, no inappropriate jokes or politically incorrect innuendoes, just silence.
"Alright," said James finally breaking the silence. "What's got you lot down?"
"Nothing boss." Replied Jay. James wasn't buying it.
"Come on guys, it's been 10 minutes into the match and no one has made one joke, inappropriate or otherwise. Something's nagging you. What is it?" he asked. He heard someone sigh over the radio followed by a brief silence before Chris spoke up.
"It's because this is our last battle in Japan bro." He said. "It means that it won't be long until we go back home."
Now James understood. Leaving Japan would mean that they would have to leave their girlfriends behind. They all knew that it would happen, but they'd all forgotten because of their relationships. The thought of leaving Darjeeling made James sad, but he knew he couldn't show it to the guys. He was their commander, as well as their friend.
"I get it guys." He said, "But just because we're leaving doesn't mean we won't see them again. What's to stop you guys applying for uni in Japan? Besides, we'll keep in touch. Now we need to..."
"This is Knight 4. Contact! Dust cloud! Approximate grid 223,567!"
The team switched on and James switched to team radio and started scanning with his binoculars. He saw the dust cloud, just over a ridge in the distance. He then saw a ridge to the north east that would make an ideal firing position.
"Knight force. Make for the ridge at grid 237,562. Take up firing positions facing the dust cloud. Out." He switched back to intercom.
"Get your game faces on boys." He said. "Let's kill us some yanks!"
"Oh and I do love the smell of Kentucky fried Pershing in the morning!" replied Jay in his worst possible deep south accent. The crew all laughed, they were back in business.
...
"I count all 8 Centurion's heading for the hill at grid 237,562." Reported one of the Chaffee commanders. "They will be in position in approximately 5 minutes."
"Understood." said Kay back over the radio. "You hear that Naomi?"
"Sure did Kay." Replied Naomi. "My unit's kicking up a dust cloud for them to follow while the other team move around and flank them from the west."
"Artillery is targeting that location as well." Added the T92 commander. "Main gun will be ready to fire in 2 minutes."
"Alright." Said Kay, "let's take their centurions and get this over with."
...
"Target. M26 Pershing squadron to our front. I count 6 hostiles, Range 1000 meters and closing. All tanks, load armour piercing." Ordered James, watching the approaching line on Pershings to his front. They were spread out in a wide arrow head formation, moving towards them steadily.
"Gun up." reported John from below. James felt the turret move slightly below him and saw the 17 pounder's muzzle manoeuvre a bit as Jay brought the gun to target. In his headset he heard each of the commanders report back, target's acquired and ready to fire.
James waited a moment, admiring the cherry blossom in the trees above them. 'Japan truly is a beautiful country, now then, lets blow some shit up.'
"Fire." He said calmly.
The midmorning tranquillity was suddenly shattered as the Centurion's opened fire. The 17 pounder guns each kicking up a massive dust cloud around the tanks as they discharged. Through the dust, James managed to catch sight of the fall of shot. One Pershing was knocked out, another 2 had been hit but shrugged it off with only cosmetic damage, the rest of them were unscathed.
"Reload and fire at will!" ordered James. His and one other Centurion got off another round quickly, both either missing or clanking off the Pershing's heavy armour, before they returned fire. 6 rounds came in, James flinched slightly as one sailed past his head, causing a ringing in his ear. Taking the hint he dropped back into his turret, locking down the hatch behind him. Inside the turret, Jay cracked off another round from the main gun, with John already ready to throw another into the breach.
"Damn I miss my Chieftain and its 120!" growled Jay. James took that as meaning that his last round was a ricochet.
"Don't worry about it," said James. "just keep firi..."
"This is knight 4! We're out! We took a hit from the left flank!"
James eye's went wide. He spun his periscope around. To his horror, he spotted 6 more Pershings on a ridge to their right, about 500 meters out, their guns all pointing straight at them.
"Jay! Traverse left! Travers left!" He ordered , before ordering the rest of the team. "Knight force! We've been outflanked. Prepare to disengage and fall back!"
Another salvo from the Pershing's came in, claiming another of the Centurion's. James was just about to order the whole team off the ridge, before there was a massive explosion nearby, throwing him headfirst into a storage locker. For a moment, everything went black, before he slowly came to.
"Boss!" He heard someone shouting at him. It took him a moment to recognize it as John. "Boss! Wake up!"
"S...Status!" James demanded. He suddenly became aware of a throbbing headache he'd just acquired, probably from hitting the storage locker.
"Main gun's destroyed!" Reported Jay as he fiddled with a piece of machinery. "The Polsten's gone too!"
"Engine's cut out!" called Chris, "Give me a moment."
"Right," said James, it must have been a near miss from the T92 that had hit them. He put his radio set back on. "Knight force! Pull back to the rally point! Get off this ridge!"
"James what about you?!" asked green. Another salvo of near misses made up his mind for him
"We'll be fine! Just go!" he switched back to intercom. "Chris, please tell me that engine's gonna start..." Suddenly the Rolls-Royce Meteor engine turned over, but it sounded as if only a few of the cylinder's were firing.
"And... Score one for British engineering." Said Chris as he shifted the tank into forward and started turning the tank to follow the other Centurion's. As they crested the ridge and started driving down the other side. Chris spoke up.
"Boss, I've got every engine warning light lit up in here." He said. "We're gonna have to stop to make repairs."
James sighed. "Alright, take us off the beaten track and find us somewhere with good cover to make repairs." He switched to team com. "Knight Force, my tank's buggered and we can't keep up. We're going to stop and make repairs, you guys continue on to the rendezvous point. Green, I'm passing command over to you. Acknowledge. "
"Understood James. Good luck." Said Green. Knight force all continued on while Chris turned Achilles off down a forest track.
"Are any of you hurt?" asked a voice over the radio, it was Darjeeling.
"All good here commander." replied James. "We'll link up with you when we can. Knight one out." James dropped into his turret to find Jay and John staring at him. "What?"
"You're bleeding mate." Said John. James put a hand to his face side of his face, before looking at it. He was indeed bleeding. He must have caught his head when he hit the stowage bin. He dug out a first aid kit and started wrapping a bandage around the cut.
'It's all on you Darj." Thought James. 'Good hunting.'
...
Darjeeling stood watch from her cupola as her Churchill and its escort continued down the hillside lane that they were using to relocate. They were falling back to a rendezvous point, the plan being for Green and her centurion's to lead the Pershings into the waiting guns of the Darjeeling's remaining tanks.
'disabling their Pershings is all well and good.' She thought, 'but we need to knock out their flag tank if we're going to win.' She picked up her radio set's mic piece.
"Rosehip," she said, "Take your crusaders and see if you can find the Saunders flag tank. Knowing where it will stand us in good stead for later on."
"Ok!" replied an eager Rosehip "Cranberry! Follow me!" The 2 crusaders broke from the formation and accelerated rapidly away towards where the Saunders starting position had been. Darjeeling cracked a slight smile at the thought of Rosehip jumping for joy at being allowed to unleash her crusader's speed.
"You know she'll be taken out as soon as she's spotted, don't you?" Asked Orange as she appeared out of her loader's hatch and handed Darjeeling a fresh cup of tea.
"Only if she is spotted." Replied Darjeeling. "Rosehip maybe speed crazed and unrefined, but she is a cavalry officer through and through. She won't allow herself to be spotted so easily."
"Fair enough." Said Orange. She looked away for a moment, looking slightly depressed. Darjeeling frowned slightly.
"What is my dear?" Darjeeling asked. Orange sighed.
"The thought that in a few days I may well never see Chris again." She replied sadly, "I just wish... I wish he didn't have to go..."
"Oh Pekoe," consoled Darjeeling. "Have you ever heard this quote? 'When it comes to men, deal with them as they are, not how you'd like them to be."
"N...No?" she replied. "What does it have to do with Chris and I?"
"It means that we all knew that the boys were going to leave eventually." Explained Darjeeling. "We have to accept that, and enjoy what time we have with them."
"Yes Darjeeling-sama." Said Orange, still processing the quote.
"For now however," Said Assam speaking up, "May I suggest we return to the topic of how were going to beat those Pershings?"
"Quite." Said Darjeeling, "I actually had a thought in that regard."
"Would you care to share it?" asked Assam.
"We're going to take a page from Ōarai's book." Said Darjeeling. "All tanks, converge on the town and prepare for close quarter urban combat. Commence operation: Rorke's drift."
...
"Alright give it a try!" called Chris. James took over the driver's controls and punched the starter. The centurion's 600 horsepower Meteor engine spluttered and whined as it struggled to turn over.
"Come on old girl..." mumbled James, willing the tank to start. Finally the engine caught and the meteor roared back into life. The boys cheered as their tank once again lived. James made sure the parking brake was on and it was in neutral before he climbed out of the driver's seat, he left it running because he wasn't sure the engine would start again if it cut out.
"Alright then," he said as the crew gathered round the turret. "Time to evaluate the situation. We're in a tank the size of a king tiger with no weapons except a .50 cal machine gun and an engine which is running but has every warning light on."
"Ok." Said James, "but, we're KO'd, we can move and we have a gun. So in the immortal words of Wardaddy; we're still in this fight."
"Yeah," agreed Jay, "but with only the fifty were gonna be about as much use against those Pershings as tit's on a fish."
"Very true." Agreed James. They stopped and thought for a moment, wondering where they could still do some good for St. Gloriana on the battlefield. After a minute, James had an idea. "What's the armour like on the T92?"
"Well it's a self propelled artillery piece." Said Jay, "Meant to be behind the main line so... probably not that well armoured. What you got in mind?"
"I think if we can take that thing out, it'll give our girls a fighting chance." Said James. "What'ya reckon." The other boys nodded in agreement.
"Sounds good to me." Said John. "Let's do it."
"Alright then," said James. "Man your stations." The boys climbed into the tank, once again settling into their positions. "Let's start looking at the Saunders starting area. Alright Chris take her out, nice and slow."
...
Kay tapped the turret of her T29 impatiently. Even when she was commanding the flag tank, she was used to fighting on the front line, especially when she was commanding a heavy tank like her T29. But she had, reluctantly, conceded that her tank and victory were safer if she and its escort were behind the lines, turning command of the assault force over to Naomi.
"Hey Naomi!" Kay said impatiently into the radio. "Get me a status report!"
"We've lost 2 Pershings," replied Naomi, "But we've taken out 3 centurions, and heavily damaged the boys one. They lost their main gun and last I saw they were limping off the hill but we've lost' em. They probably split off to make repairs. We're pursuing the other Centurion's, we think they're making for the town."
"Alright," said Kay, considering her next move. Her position was considerably closer to the town, but they had the T95 with them which was slowing them down considerably. But if they timed it right, maybe they could... "Keep after the centurions. We'll head for the town and get them in a pincer attack."
"Ok. See you there." Replied Naomi.
"All tanks! Full advance!" ordered Kay. Her small tank group lumbered forwards towards the town.
...
Darjeeling watched from the 1st floor of her impromptu command post, scanning through a pair of binoculars for signs of approaching tanks. Her Cromwells and Comets were scattered around the town in defensive/ ambush positions, with her own Churchill hidden inside the large garage below. In the distance she could see the centurion's approaching, fewer in number and with most pointing their guns over their engine decks.
"Knight Force approaching." Announced Darjeeling into her portable radio. "Let them pass and wait until the Pershings are in the kill zone and at point blank range."
The tank commanders waited, letting the remaining battered centurion's through, and holding their fire until the last possible moment. The Gloriana tanks lay in wait, letting the Pershing's pass until the last one entered the kill zone. AS the last one cleared it, a Cromwell roared forward from behind a building and planted a 75mm AP round into the rearmost Pershing's engine, causing it to explode and its KO flag to deploy.
Similarly at the front of the column, a comet leapt forwards in front of the lead pershing, barring its passage. The lead Pershing's driver slammed on the brakes to avoid a collision, and the Comet planted a 77mm AP round into it just below the gun breach, knocking out the Pershing before the comet and the Cromwell to the rear both sped off, not allowing the nearer tanks now trapped in the middle to get a shot off at them.
The forward most Saunders Pershing pushed forward, moving shoving the knocked out pershing in front of it aside. As it came into view, a Gloriana Cromwell fires a shot from an alley way it had been hiding in. Unfortunately the shot bounced, glancing off the Pershing's heavy turret armour. The Pershing's turret began to turn, only to suddenly explode as the same comet that had claimed the previous lead tank planted another armour piercing round into the back of the Pershings turret.
Finally however, the Saunders' Pershing commanders got themselves out of the Gloriana trap. The tanks that were stuck in the narrow street simply turned hard to the left or right, forcing their way through the abandoned buildings that boxed in their flanks. However, by now the Centurion's had turned themselves around and brought their 17 pounders back into the fight. All of a sudden it was less of a one sided fight.
...
"Ute!"
The 2 crusader's skidded to a halt in the forest and fired immediately. Both their shots missed the large tank that they'd seen in the forest that they assumed to be the enemy flag tank.
"For god sake Rosehip! Cease fire!" shouted a voice. Rosehip immediately paled as she recognized the voice as James and paled slightly as his heavily damaged Centurion emerged from the forest.
"What the hell happened? Why didn't you contact us on the radio?" asked Rosehip when she saw the state of Achilles. The barrel for the 17 pounder was completely gone save the foot that remained jutting from the gun mantle. The 20mm polsten was bent and the entire tank was covered in dents and scorch marks. Rosehip thought it was amazing it was still running.
"We got hit by the T92." Said Chris, poking his head out the driver's hatch. "We're going to find and attack it. And our radio packed it in about 10 minutes after we split off. Damn thing has more shrapnel in it than transceivers."
"Attack the T92?! With what?!" asked a surprised Rosehip, as far as she could see all their weapons were destroyed. James grinned and patted the .50 cal machine gun on his cupola menacingly. "You're gonna attack an artillery piece with that?!"
"Pretty much." Said James, "You wanna help?"
"Darjeeling ordered me to look for their flag tank..." replied Rosehip.
"It's possible the yanks are keeping it with the arty." Said James. "We won't know until we..."
An echo of a loud explosion came through the trees, both commanders turned towards the echo. They both knew that Saunders only had one thing on the field that could make that kind of noise. "Alright, let's get the son of a bitch."
The 3 tanks moved off together in the direction of the explosion. They moved as quietly as they could, the commanders stood in their cupola with James panning the .50 back and forth. As they came closer, they came to the edge of a clearing, sure enough in the middle was the T92, unguarded and defenceless.
"Rosehip," said James, "Take it out."
"Ok!" replied Rosehip "Ute!" Rosehip's crusader fired a single round into the unwary artillery piece as did the other accompanying Crusader.
Before the Saunders crew managed to fully bail out, the British tanks were accelerating away at full speed.
"Commander! We've taken out the Saunders artillery." Reported Rosehip, "We also found James and his team in the woods. His tank is heavily damaged, guns destroyed and radio is damaged, but otherwise he and his crew are fine."
"Good work Rosehip." Replied Darjeeling. "We've found the Saunders's flag tank. It and its escort are bombarding the village from a cliff to the east and the Pershing's are attacking from the west. Get back here and help us deal with that flag tank."
"Roger! We're on our way!" said Rosehip. "Let's go!"
...
Darjeeling ducked slightly as the next volley from Saunders came in. She admitted that the situation was dire. Her tanks were slowly being rolled back street by street, although Saunders were still struggling to land hits on her tanks while hers were doing well against Kay's Pershings. It was unfortunate however that Kay herself, along with her heavy T29's and T95 had joined the battle, bombarding the town with their more powerful 105mm guns.
Darjeeling merely brushed the few bits of dust from her hair that had shaken from the nearby impact and continued her monitoring of the ongoing battle.
"Darjeeling-sama!" cried Orange as she sprinted up the stairs to where Darjeeling's command post was. "It's dangerous here! Please come back to the Churchill!"
"I am a general. My soldiers are the keys and I have to command them." Replied Darjeeling. "I can better command them from here while there is minimal risk of Saunders finding the Churchill."
Another shell landed close by, causing Pekoe to duck low while Darjeeling remained steadfast.
"This is no time to be quoting Vladimir Horowitz!" cried Orange. "You must get in the tank before they hit this building by mistake!"
"Don't be silly my dear Pekoe," replied Darjeeling. "They couldn't hit an elephant at this distan..."
"DARJEELING JUST GET IN THE DAMN TANK!" shouted Orange. For a moment the young loader was mortified at what she'd done and was about to burst into tears when Darjeeling placed a reassuring hand on her young protégé's shoulder.
"Ok Pekoe." Said Darjeeling. "I'll return to the Churchill. Let's go." They were about to return down to the Churchill when the radios et crackled.
"James to Darjeeling! James to Darjeeling! Come in Darjeeling!" Darjeeling paused and headed back to the radio set.
"This is Darjeeling." She said, "James I thought your radio was damaged?"
"I'm using Rosehip's." He replied. "But not important. I've got a way for us to kill the flag tank, but we're going to only get one shot at it. I need all remaining Comets and Centurions to converge on the eastern end of town."
"That won't work James." Said Darjeeling. "The flag tank and its escort is at the top of the hill and hull down. At that range and angle not even the sabot rounds will go through."
"I know. I'm going to get them closer to you and give you a weak point to aim at." Said James cryptically. "Just get those tanks in position ASAP. Then I can give them the flag tank."
Darjeeling considered for a moment. If they continued their stalling action and slowly whittled down the Pershings, eventually Kay would have to bring the T29's down from the cliff to fight them in the town, where Darjeeling knew her tanks stood a decent chance of taking it out. But on the other hand, at this rate the Pershing's were going to take out their remaining tanks and then they would have no hope. But moving all of the comets and centurions to the east side of town was risky, it would give their rear armour to the Pershings... It would all depend on James.
"Alright." Said Darjeeling. "You heard him guys. Centurion and Comet tanks to the east end of town at the double! Cromwells stall those Pershings for as long as you can. "
...
James waited patiently with Rosehip and her tanks. Her 2 Crusaders and his Centurion were hidden in the woods a good distance back from the cliff edge where the Saunders heavies were bombarding the town from. While all the heavies and the T95 were facing over the cliff bombing the town, Kay had the 2 remaining Chaffee's facing back towards the forest, ready to intercept any attack from the rear.
"All tanks in position James." Said Darjeeling. "Whatever you're going to do make it fast!"
"Acknowledged." Said James. He and Rosehip ran back to their tanks and climbed in.
"You sure about this?" asked Rosehip, really concerned at the plan James had come up with.
"Yup." Said James. "Go."
Rosehip nodded and ordered her crusader's forward. The first phase of the plan was for Rosehip's crusader's to lure away the Chaffee's. James just prayed that the T29's were too busy and to slow to engage the fast moving crusader's. Rosehip's tanks surged forwards. One fired and knocked out one of the Chaffee's before breaking off and running. After a moment, the 2nd Chaffee took off after them. Leaving the heavies alone. Now it was James' turn.
"If anyone wants' to jump ship, now is the time." Said James into the intercom. He heard John snort at him.
"And let you take all the glory?" he said, "Fat chance."
"We're all in this together mate." Said Jay. "To the end."
"Agreed." Said Chris. James sighed and shook his head. Just like his crew to follow him into hell.
"Very well." Said James. "Driver, give it all she's got, straight at the flag tank, full speed. Everyone else, secure your stations and strap yourselves in."
James climbed up to his cupola once more. He turned to face the bent radio antenna, ensuring that the their regimental colours were securely attached to their makeshift flag pole. Once he was happy, he pulled the charging handle on the fifty.
"Advance." He ordered. The Centurion shifted into forward gear and lumbered forwards, rapidly picking up speed as it emerged from the forest. James opened fire with the fifty sending a long burst into the rear of the T29. The rounds bounced off the tanks turret, and it slowly began to rotate and the other tanks began to turn to engage. James dropped back into the turret, sealed the hatch and strapped himself into his seat.
"Come on Chris!" encouraged James. "You can move her faster than this! Full power soldier! Ramming speed!"
"Ramming speed! Aye boss." Replied Chris as he gunned the engine even more. The meteor's roar was deafening inside the tank and it began to sound as if it was shaking itself apart. James could see the T29 getting bigger in his periscope, he just hoped they had enough momentum.
"Brace for impact!" he shouted. They crew all braced themselves against whatever they could. The 40 tonne Centurion tank struck the T29 at full speed, throwing its crew forward against their straps. The T29 lurched forwards, before stopping... then slowly tilting forward, the 64 ton heavy tank fell down the cliff as the ground beneath if gave way. The tank landed hard on its tracks before skidding down the cliff like a sleigh, throwing a track and sliding down so its side was facing the waiting British tanks.
"Now!" willed James as his own KO flag deployed. "Hit it with everything you've got!"
The waiting British tanks opened fire with everything they'd got as the T29 came to a stop on the hill. 4 17 pounder Sabot rounds and 2 77mm AP rounds flew towards the stricken American tank. 3 shells found their marks on the tank's weaker side and deck armour. The T29's engine exploded in a cloud of black smoke. St. Gloriana ceased fire, waiting for the smoke to clear.
"SAUNDER'S UNIVERSTY HIGHSCHOOL FLAG TANK HAS BEEN IMOBALIZED. ST. GLORIANA WOMEN'S ACADAMY, WINS!".
There it is, the final chapter of Anarchy from the UK!
Well... there will be an epilogue released soon, after that I won't be uploading for a while because I will be leaving for the USA to work at a summer camp, and won't have much time to write and release new info.
I'm also afraid this will be my last girls und panzer story for a long while. I have a story idea or 2 in the ideas book if anyone wants a challange or story to do, just PM me and I'll give you one.
for now anyway, Adios
Jango