Very big and very open map. Spring '42. 5000pts.
Russian intelligence has intercepted communications from GE HQ:
Some SO cassulties reported from the arty observers sir. We must have caught
them in a demarkation zone.
There is a whole lot of area to cover. I hope that I have enough to engage
the enemy sucessfully.
Casualties before the game has even begun - ouch! That will teach me, Col Orskiy, to be too keen - durak! idiot!
Nazi forces are smoking towards the centre, more bikers than a harley convention, more half-tracks than a Warner Music studio. It's a frightening fact: there is nowhere to hide, nowhere to run to. We must meet the enemy head on. Attack!
