You'll probably be dead before you can even react to the flash and smoke to your side. As rain starts to fall from the darkening sky, you take a moment to look away from the scenery and down to your map. The town of Marigny is to the south, and you suspect it's there, hidden among the houses and gardens, that your opponent waits. You're still some distance from the town, so you stick to the dirt roads, kicking up a small cloud behind you but going just a bit quicker than you would trying to drive through this dense green terrain. For a second, you wish you were in a Panther, a little less armored and armed, but a good deal quicker.
Roads mean visibility, and visibility means death.
Your eyes scan side to side, looking for a hedge that's a little too square, for a flat surface that couldn't be any undergrowth, for the tip of a barrel poking out from the ruins of a house. You keep your massive turret turned at a 45 degree angle off towards Marigny, knowing that the slow-moving dance as you align your 88mm. A few hundred meters short of the town, you seek shelter in a small collection of houses to the north. You go to your support radio, and order a high explosive and smoke barrage laid on the town as you prepare to make your dash through it. For a few minutes you stay alert in your hatch, looking for the telltale signs of movement on your flank.