*the tanks and APCs open fire the main cannons fire like angry gods. The secondary machine guns as well as the rifles firing from with in (Russian APCs have ports to allow this I expect everyone would copy this in the future) cut down swathes of tribals. Having never seen tanks before they panic some chairing other retreating many being killed. The infantry loop around to the tribal village and flank the enemy form the left. Some tribals make it trough the gunfire killing men here and there but they are quickly killed. The majority of the enemy tribals who live decide to run but the Chiefs guard stand to their untimely demise. A few of the enemy fain surrender and catch men by surprise. They are driven off for now but are still a threat. A lieutenant and I survey the field as soldiers dig emplacements and wounded are collected.* (Me) How many? (LT) Thirty, eighteen wounded the rest injured. It would have been worse if they weren't so afraid of our tanks. Still they fight like caged animals. What are your orders sir? *I consider my options for a moment* (Me) Dig in for today, set up the psych-Warfare and have the men ready for the battle tomorrow. *The LT leaves and I am alone with my thoughts our native allies are in awe of our weapons but I don't want to make the mistakes of the twentieth and twenty first century and arm my next opponent. I have the wounded and dead returned to base to be buried and send the tanks and APCs out of the village hidden for the next battle the propaganda playing in the background* (Propaganda) your Chiefs are leading you to death, against our might you cannot hope to succeed surrender, return to your families alive when this is over. Do not orphan your children. The choice is yours. Surrender while you have a chance.