Sunday walk in the countryside (ArmA2)
Above: View from a hill over-looking Stary Sobot. Click on picture to see (very) large version!
Just a walk in the countryside. It was a lovely sunny day and the birds were singing - if it wasn't for the fact that there was a hoard of gun-totting enemy around it would have been a nice place for a picnic!
One of the nice things about ArmA2 is your ability to just wander off, just to see what's over the next hill. However, as I found, this lovely wooded countryside made ideal terrain for some 'behind the lines' partisan tactics - I managed to ambush several supply trucks on their way to the front!
Another obvious difference between ArmA2 and Call of Duty 4 and, to a lesser extent, Battlefield 2 is the ranges at which you make contact with the enemy (and they make contact with you).
Take a look at the above screenshot - the red circle marks the position on a hill from which I took out the unfortunate enemy rifleman you see before me. That - if I'm not mistaken - is more than the length of a whole CoD4 map!
And finally, my stroll in the countryside ended not in tea and cakes, but rather in an unfortunate gun battle for a bunker objective at the edge of Stary Sobor itself. I joined in an assault on the edge of the town only to have the enemy counter-attack and break up our forces - which left me hanging out to dry in a bunker surrounded by enemy!
I made a good account of myself, taking out several enemy infantry and a couple of jeeps - but this only attracted the attention of some near-by BRDM-2 armoured cars. I was down to my last magazine in my captured AK74, and my only hope of escape seemed to be one of the jeeps which lay near my position - by an eagle-eyed BRDM was waiting for me to make my move!
Above: If only I could get to that jeep - the motor was still running! But that BRDM had it's cannon trained towards me waiting for me to break cover.















Reader Comments (1)
Nice pics, I keep meaning to snap a few of my own but I'm usually too busy bleeding to death in a nameless field somewhere. I love the realism, but the realism does not love me.