Colonel Lucashenko felt uneasy.
More and more german paratroopers were emerging from the forest east of Emerald Hill, the position from where he had staged his attack on the german line. The 12,7mm MG´s on the hillcrest had quickly turned to fire on the german assailants, but they seemed to be attacking at least in platoon strength.
Half of them were now corpses, but the rest was pressing on. One of his MG´s had lost several loaders, but the man at the gun kept firing.
The germans had tried to bring in two Panzers in support south of Ruby Hill, and one of them was had already burst into flames after the first hit from a cleverly concealed ATG had disabled the engine and the second penetrated the turret, exploding the ammunition. Its collegue stopped at once and shelled the distand MG´s on emerald hill with 75mm HE.
Sergej, his aide at the radio, suddenly turned to Lucashenko:
"Comrade Colonel, Lt. Zhdanov reports enemy halftracks advancing towards Ruby Hill from the northwest, covered by numerous tanks and assault guns! Motorcycles have reached the base of ruby hill! The PTRD´s have taken out one transport and hit another, but they keep coming. The enemy tanks make it impossible to bring our M10´s in for a counterattack. No losses reported!"
Colonel Lucashenko swore heavily:
"**********! *******!!!!":mad:
The germans had thrown the dice once more, and the situation was fluid. What could be done?
Thick smoke was billowing from Ruby Hill, underlit by the reddish fire his flame tanks had started when they had driven the fascists from the mound.
A light wind had risen, driving the the acrid smoke to the southeast. Beyond the wall of smoke and fire, the clank of steel tracks could be heard...
