It was less "heroic moment" and more "I flew by the seat of my pants", but during this one random battle in World of Tanks, I was playing an M5 Stuart (Light, scouting tank. Squishy as all hell) on the Redshire map. I had just crossed the river in the East (playing north team) and was making my way up the hill towards the enemy's base when, lo and behold, their entire team was lined up on the crest of the hill in a nice little line. It was at this point that I said "fuck everything" and floored it into the middle of their lines. Somehow, I made it through without any hits to my tank, leaving their lined dazed and confused trying to turn around and shoot me before I got to their SPGs near their base. At this point, the rest of my team had come up behind the other team that I ran past, and pretty much wrecked their shit while I went and killed a couple of SPGs before getting shot myself. It was an overwhelming victory in what should have been a defeat (had I not confused them, they would have certainly wrecked us) all because I decided that I was going to die if I retreated anyway, so I might as well take some out with me.
