Desperate to discover the secrets of Hugo Boss's new autumnal collection (orange camo, how chic!), Il Stoofle sets out to capture the German commanding officer - Il Stoofle isn't
quite sure what side he's supposed to be on now, but since the Germans aren't returning his calls armed conflict is clearly the only option.
The big (relative term - not quite so small) tank trundles towards the church through the woods and spots where the officer is hiding by his armoured car parked outside.
Infantry move into the woods to follow, including the colonial troops who don't seem particularly keen, but join the attack nonetheless.
After the big Italian tank failed to hit the armoured car, my air force spotter called in a fighter bomber to take it out. What he said was "Bomb the armoured vehicle in the trees".
What the fighter pilot did was bomb the armoured vehicle in the trees.
Just not the German one...
Luckily the rookie pilot's aim was as poor as his vehicle identification skills, and he just made the tank commander hunker down shouting obscenities and gesticulating wildly.
With a heartfelt facepalm, Il Stoofle sent on the small Italian tank (its first outing!) to counter a truck full of troops which had arrived after realising something was up. With a single shot it blew the truck's engine, forcing the soldiers to bail before it caught fire.
Unfortunately for the troops, they dismounted into a withering hail of bullets and were routed almost immediately. Not ones to let something like that stand, the Germans sent on a quad 20mm anti aircraft tank to pepper the mini tank - the fine Italian steel didn't quite manage to protect it, and it brewed up.
Still, being effective first game... Unusual!
Sadly for the quad barreled meat chopper tank, my flamethrower team decided to hurl themselves at it in an all-or-nothing flamey attack...which was executed perfectly... FWOOOOSH (flamethrower plus open topped vehicles - effective)
Ammunition was soon cooking off beautifully as it began to dawn on the Germans that for some reason these particular Italians didn't seem to be messing around.
They sent out salvo after salvo of
wailing buffalo howling cow rockets and repeatedly failed to hit the colonials hiding in the tree line, the tank, my AT gun or indeed Il Stoofle himself who had been forced to personally run at great risk across the field to try and get the colonial troops to move out of the woods. They were quite adamant that the woods were lovely and there was no reason to leave them.
Meanwhile a half track of flamethrower armed engineers had cruelly ambushed my mortar team brutally taking them out hand to hand. Unfortunately they hadn't counted on the Italian paratrooper squad who were having lunch nearby and took exception to the noise. A hail of submachine gun fire eradicated the engineers before they could even ignite their flamer.
The German officer began to suspect things were going seriously south, and left the church to try and get away. Meanwhile their armoured car continued to fail to hit my big tank whilst in return my tank and AT gun either failed to fire or missed the armoured car in return, despite Il Stoofle's moral support from the rear.
A machine gun squad however had sprinted round the church and after taking out the crew of the howling cow, jumped the officer's squad, killing all but him.
Having literally fought to the very last man, the beaten and bruised officer was taken to Il Stoofle. Who promptly invited him to dinner at a nearby chateau.
...once a little outstanding business with a certain pilot had been sorted out...
"What a great mission, I hit the tank in the woods, exactly what was wanted. They'll be so happy with me!"
"Come with me please..."
"Ready... Aim..."
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In case you're confused, because it is a puzzling occurrence, yes, the Italians did win a game (the only game I won all weekend). Not only that, they utterly stormed it.
However, rumour has it those colonial troops are still camping in those woods to this day...