like the grinding of angry demoniv engines, the tanks begin to turn , and in one massive barrage they loose their payload on the mortar lines. Ther machines are destryoed and their crews scattared as you hearkriegs voice over the intercom.
"brega....."
he coughs in pain.
"Tanks...in the brush.."
No sooner has his comm cuts you see several old world abrhams roar past the treeline and bunker down. Their cannons raise and four shots are sent into the silencers, sending them tumbling as one of their mighty shells ping off the head tanks side, smashing into the facility behind you