Scene: von Kleist's HQ
Sir, we're picking up some bits of radio traffic from 11th Panzer...
*static*
"...the Panzerjager is perforating that T-26! Hit him again, hit him again!"
*static*
"Scout 2, engaging..."
*fum-fum-fum* (the 20mm gun of the armored car fires in bursts)
"Not sure if we hit it...he's tracking me! Verdammt!"
*k-FWANG!*
"We're hit! Get out! Go..."
*static*
"This is Sturmgeschutz #8...Russian armor advancing on the road. Fire!"
"Ja, I see him. My Pz-IIIh is on 'em...the panzergrenadiers are exposed...fire!"
"I hear small arms fire from those woods."
"Copy..."
*static*
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