they knew many would not be back.
The one advantage they had was that they knew every inch of ground, every unmapped road, the best places for concealment. They reached the position they wanted and Samuel laid his ambush. "We'll put charges in these three culverts," he ordered, "wait for the first tanks to reach them, then detonate. Maybe we'll take a few of them out. Then the pcs will come up through the bush and attack the tanks, fire our missiles, fall back, move down the line, come in and attack again, staying long enough to fire a few rounds with our forty millimeters, then back off, move down the line, and attack again. This way we'll make the enemy think we're a much larger force than we are. When our missiles are exhausted we'll retreat for the rendezvous point. While the pcs are attacking the armor, the armored cars will attack the supply vehicles, make one run, throw everything they've got into them, then retreat.
Remember, gentlemen, speed is the essence. Hit, hit hard, withdraw. Let the infantry take care of any troops that try to pursue. Take your positions, gentlemen! Know where you'll be going for your second and third advance. Let's send as many of them as we can to Heaven!"
"Yes sir!" everybody snapped.
The meager force deployed, then all they could do was wait. They didn't have to wait long. Two hours later the enemy column appeared on the road. Only one scout car proceeded it, and the troops manning it berely seemed to be looking around.
"Their overconfidence is going to kill them!" Samuel remarked. He watched the first tanks approaching their charges. When the explosions went off he screamed "GO! GO! GO!" and his pcs rushed forward.

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