Chieftains

'I don't doubt you'll see them soon enough.' Studley was having to shout to make himself heard above the sound of the fighting lower in the wood. The heavier gunfire was now to the left, but there were mortar and grenade explosions no more than four hundred meters away.

'Are we holding them, sir?'

'Leading them, Corporal. Leading them.' Studley made himself sound cheerful. 'That's the way we're playing this game.'

There was no reaction on the lance corporal's face to Studley's words. He doesn't believe me Studley thought to himself. They had code-named the battle plan 'Hamlin' after the town where a mythical piper had once led away a plague of rats to the sound of his flute. Hold and withdraw, hold and withdraw; forcing the enemy to use maximum effort at all times, and turning the head of the thrust cunningly so that the enemy was drawn along a route already decided by the NATO forces. The final traps were the killing zones, minefields covered by all the fire-power the NATO ground and air forces could muster. He ordered the Chieftain on, then watched for a moment as the lance corporal saluted briefly and turned to hurry back to the cover of the APC.

The Chieftain had entered the fire-zone, the shredded trees, the mist of battle, the sounds of death. Studley saw his first Soviet infantrymen two hundred meters ahead; scurrying, half-crouched, to the cover of a low wall. He decided they must be part of an artillery observation team, known to operate well up with the assault troops. He gave their position to Riley, the gunner, and then watched with satisfaction as the HE shell destroyed a five meter section of the wall and tumbled bodies out into the open.

Riley said quickly, 'Traversing right one o'clock, sir.' He swung the turret and brought the Chieftain's gun to bear on a personnel carrier that was one of several thundering diagonally across a broad flat field that had contained root crops less than two weeks previously.

Studley switched the radio to the group net. 'Hullo Charlie this is Sunray Rover One.' He heard Captain Valda Willis, Charlie Squadron's leader, acknowledge. 'Charlie Nine, this is Sunray Rover One, expect Wolves twenty degrees right your position. BMPs, over.'

'Roger Sunray Rover One, we see them. We are engaging, over.'

'Roger Charlie Nine, out.' Damn, thought Studley. He shouldn't have interfered. Obviously Charlie Squadron hadn't been sitting there with their eyes closed; they would be all alert, keyed-up, waiting for targets. Now, they would probably think he had been keeping an eye on them, looking for an opportunity to criticize their performance.

'Sir…' Corporal Riley's voice drew his attention. The gunner was thinking that if he didn't get a shot in quickly, then the BMPs would be annihilated within the next few moments by the squadron's guns.

To the gunner's relief, Studley said: 'Take it out, Riley.'

The Chieftain kicked, and Studley watched the front of the leading BMP disintegrate, half of one of its tracks scything eight meters into the air. The vehicle burst into flames, then blew to pieces as the ammunition of its 73mm gun exploded. The Soviet attack, he thought, was a foolish waste of manpower and vehicles; to use unsupported mechanized infantry against deployed armour was suicidal.

Riley was seeking another target, but already a further three of the BMPs had been hit. A fourth the corporal was ranging on was demolished before he could fire.

Some of the infantrymen had survived the destruction of the vehicles, but the battle group's machine guns and rifles concealed in the woods were picking them off.

Studley was moving to join Bravo Squadron when there was uncharacteristic shouting on the group net by the Command RTO. It was incomprehensible gibberish. Studley heard the man yell wildly and the sounds of violent static before the net went dead. He tried to regain contact without success. There were a number of possibilities to account for the failure, but he knew simple breakdown could be discounted. It was more likely the command post was under fire. He called Bravo Squadron who were positioned closest to the command post, and ordered them back to the higher ground. They reported they were already under severe attack from Soviet self-propelled guns out of range of their own 120mms, and sounded pleased to be moved from the area.

Six hundred meters to the rear of the regiment's forward battle positions, Studley's Chieftain was attacked. It was unexpected, only a little way from the clearing where the infantry APCs had been stationed. Fortunately, Studley had the tank's hatches closed-down, but he didn't see the Soviet infantryman hurl his grenade which bounced off the deck of the tank and exploded close to the right track. The grenade was the light RGD-5 whose frag liner failed to penetrate the Chieftain's armour. Studley's driver swerved the tank instinctively. As he did so there was a heavy concussion to the rear of the vehicle and more metal sprayed the hull.