Lion, Tiger, Bear | 113 Takuta positioned himself in the commanders seat and checked the hatchs circle of vision slits. Just a few Jerries and Eye-ties scurrying around in a panic. They… they shot the lion! Bea saw the blood-soaked lioness in the middle of the street. Poor old girl. Bastards. Tank 102 spun on one track and rotated its damaged turret slowly, Beas shot only partially successful. It fired, the solid round hitting 101s side armor and ricocheting off into a building, the attached steel tow cable and shovels on 101s side falling off in pieces. 102 fired again through a wall, clipping off a chunk of the top mantle before they went out of view. Blind, its next shot hit the building on their left, exploding it to dust in desperation with a high explosive round. What the bell? she exclaimed, rattled, having fallen on the floor while the tank bucked. Turret to the side, she got up and noticed out the gunsight that the heavy barrel was now plowing through the mud-brick sidewall of a dwelling, collapsing it. She traversed it forward. Cmon, make it right, Sundy-Undies…what would the girls say back at soddy Wycombe? Gwafa opened his vision block all the way and saw German trucks and a wheeled Pak-36 gun down the street being positioned. Antitank gun! Two hundred meters. A loud bang hit them in the frontal armor. Gwafa yelled an unfamiliar Malian cuss word so loud they could hear him through the steel. Bea put eyes on. Fisherman, high explosive round. Another round hit them in the turret, no damage. Ready. Another hit them, only a gouge. AU stop. Two hundred meters, elevate. Bea put the triangular reticle on target and fired, blowing the gun to bits and killing many caught in the massive blast of cloudy dirt and shrapnel. Thats what you get for the lioness! Load another one of those if you please my good man. Germans ran into a house, and an eight-wheeled Panzersfabwagen shot them with its 20 mm autocannon just to rattle their nerves with a loud pack-pack-pack on their huU, then moved off down a side aUey. Gwafa, forward, slow. She traversed a tad and let fly on the run, putting the armor-piercing high-explosive round through a wall and into the lightly-armored vehicle, blowing apart the aft section and igniting the fuel. She put another through the same spot and disintegrated the mud brick house. Flames grew from the stricken machine, its rubber