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"You think this is gonna do the trick?"
"Hey, we've got nothing to lose!"
"Then why such a risky plan?! We could've gone with something else!"
"Um..."
"See? British fangirl..."
"What did you just call me, commie?"
"Oh, you're really asking for it now, bitch!"
"Oh, you wanna go?"
"Shut up, y'all! I can hear incoming!"
The 5 feminine voices quieted down, and sure enough, the rumbling of powerful engines could be heard.
"Far right."
"Gotta take a closer look, can't hear shit inside."
"講咗等於冇講... (No shit Sherlock...)"
The commander hatch opened up, and a bob of black hair popped out of it like a jack-in-the-box. The girl took a moment to scan the right with her binoculars before signalling to the other 4 girls below inside the tank.
"Got enemy armour. Four Crusaders, headed towards point delta by the looks of it."
"Oh shit, we can't let them get there before we do."
"Start the engine then, what are you waiting for?"
The girl sitting at the driver's seat pressed a button, and the 450 horsepower V8 engine roared into life. The gunner took up her position, and the loader slammed a 105mm HEAT (high explosive anti tank) round into the breach, commenting, "I hope this plan of yours works. Locked and loaded."
"Guess we'll find out," the girl in the commander hatch replied with a grin, "Forward!"
The tank jerked forward, and after a bit of sneaking they fell upon the aforementioned Crusaders. With a roar, the M4A3 Sherman burst from the bushes, and its 105mm howitzer let slip the dogs of war (or in this case, tankery), firing the first shot of this match. The HEAT round wobbled clumsily through the air, nailing the rear of the Crusader furthest behind and taking it out of the competition. The remaining 3 Crusaders gave chase, and their 6-pounder guns sounded their defiance, sending up sprays of dirt where the shells hit the ground.
"啲粉腸打得唔錯啊，送多一炮俾佢地！(These suckers are good, give them another one!)"
"你係講緊打炮定係「打炮」啊，小姐？快啲上彈啦！(Do you mean firing this cannon or jacking off, miss? Load faster!)"
"These rounds are fucking heavy, homegirl! Up!"
"開砲！(Fire!)"
The Sherman's 105mm boomed again, another HEAT round hitting another Crusader's hull and eliminating it. More shots were exchanged between the now fleeing Sherman and the 2 pursuing Crusaders, but none found their mark. All of a sudden, the Sherman veered off sharply to the left, and the remaining Crusaders found themselves staring down the loaded barrels of a Strv m/38's 37mm cannon and a T14's 75mm cannon. Two more booms sounded, one distinctly louder than the other, and the company of Crusaders were wiped.
The crews inside the Sherman, the T14, and the Strv m/38 cheered with excitement, until they heard a voice crackle over their radio.
"Big Shot, bzz... Matildas and their Churchill, bzz... your position, bzz..."
"Well, fuck. Now what then, oh mighty captain?"
"Um..."