Produktbeschreibung
Four 6 pdr guns, command team and Universal Carrier
"Bleedin 'ell guv, take a butchers at that," exclaimed 'Chalky' White turning to Corporal Smith. "Hey Smiffy, we got two bloody great Jerry Tigers comin 'righ' at us".
"Oi, Sarge, they're 'ere!" Smith called over his shoulder. Turning back to Chalky, he adds "Well me ol" china, I 'ope dis works, else we've 'addit. I reckon a six pounder ain't worth a tupp'ny bit against 'em".
Sergeant Tom Stanley calls back, "Lor' luv a duck, will you shower ged over 'ere before Jerry sees y". Turning to the gunner as Chalky and Smith stroll back, he finishes "Roit my son, like wot I told ya. Let "a firs" one pass n' shoot 'a nexd un roit up da Kyber Pass. Lofty an' da res' o da lads'll ged da uvver one. OK, gedit?"
Taffy the gunner, his eye glued to the sight watching as the long barrel of an 88 slowly eases into view, says nothing. An age passes before the rest of the huge tank appears - a lifetime as it rolls past the alley hiding the 6 pdr anti-tank gun and stops at the corner. Tracks grind cobblestones as it swivels on the spot before rumbling down the side road towards the rest of the platoon.
"Aw roit my son," Stanley places his hand on Taffy's shoulder as the muzzle brake of a second barrel appears, "When dis un's in fron ov da lamp post, led "im 'avvit."
Affy's response was not long in coming. With a deafening flash 'crash'clang, the six pounder fires at the giant Tiger tank hitting it at point-blank range.
"Gordon Bennet, 'e missed," cursed Chalky watching the big 88 swing towards them, barrel the size of a chimney stack. Shoving another round in the breech, "Pull ya bleedin - socks up, ya berk," to Taffy. Another flash 'crash'clang!
This time smoke curls up from the engine. The turret slows and stops. Suddenly hatches swing open, emitting clouds of black smoke. Black-clad forms scramble out rolling, coughing, down the sides of the tank, running for cover.
Within seconds the tank is enveloped in flames. Crackling as machine-gun ammunition cooks off.
"Proper job Sunshine," Stanley claps Taffy on the shoulder.
The second Tiger tank halts, turret slowly turning, sniffing for the foe that hunts it. It doesn't stand a chance. Three six pounders volley from their camouflaged positions. Shots streaking half-a-mile-a-second rip into the giant tank. Ripping it apart from the inside out.
"Smiffy, ya lazy git," Stanley calls, drowned out by another 88 round exploding in the burning Tiger, "Roit, scarper lads. Oi Smiffy, getcha bleedin - Carrier over 'ere sharpish!"
Tom Stanley in Flames Of War -
Stanley is a an Independent Warrior team rated as Fearless Veteran. He is a Gun team armed with a 6 pdr anti-tank gun and is accompanied by a Loyd Carrier. He replaces one 6 pdr gun and Loyd Carrier in an Anti-tank Gun Platoon of the 7th Armoured Division (Villers-Bocage) for +25 points.
Special Rules
Tom, Dick, 'n 'arry: While Tom Stanley shows initiative in the deployment of his gun, he is still just a sergeant.
Although Stanley is an Independent team he can deploy in Ambush if his Anti-tank Platoon is in Ambush. He does not need to be revealed at the same time as the rest of the platoon.
Sergeant Tom Stanley may only join his own Anti-tank Platoon. He may not join any other platoon.
Machinist: Stanley was a shop steward in a machine shop in Barking until he volunteered after Dunkirk. His shooting is as precise as his machining.
Stanley re-rolls all missed rolls to hit when shooting.
Military Medal: Sergeant Tom Stanley won the Military Medal when, despite losing his entire gun crew, he single-handedly destroyed three Jerry Panzers outside Naples.
If the enemy Destroys Stanley, they must roll a die.
On a roll of 4+, Stanley is killed or seriously wounded and the team is Destroyed.
Otherwise, the British player may nominate any other 6 pdr gun team within 6"/15cm of Stanley as his new gun team. His original 6 pdr gun team is Destroyed.
Contents:
The box contains Sergeant Tom Stanley, four 6 pdr guns and crew, a Command Rifle team and a Universal Troop Carrier. |
