Parisian Ambush (1V1)

[Wilhelm von Memel]

Parisian Ambush (1V1)

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Weather: Raining
Temperature: 65 Degrees
Time: 10:19
Date: August 20th, 1944.

---EQUIPMENT(
Allies are equipped with;

• John Whitmoor
  
• 10 NPCs
  
• 1 Bazooka
  
• 1 Thirty Cal
  
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• 
  
  

Tech Sergeant John Whitmoor

Axis Are Equipped With;

• Wilhelm von Memel, his Tiger Tank, and his Equipment.
  
• 10 NPCs
  
• 1 MG42
  
• 
  
• 
  

Hauptmann Wilhelm von Memel

MAP:



NOTES:
Allied: You are Ambushing A tiger tank! Force it to retreat, or destroy it!

Axis: You are being ambushed! Kill all allied soldiers!

Posting order if any.

• John Whitmoor
  
• Wilhelm von Memel
  

[Tech Sgt. John Whitmoor]

Paris truly was a beautiful city, full of splendour, loving people, beautiful sights, fine food and drink. Yes, Paris was any weary soldier’s paradise, the best place in Western Europe to take a weekend liberty at, or maybe even spend a week there, if you were lucky. Well, Paris would be all this, if it wasn’t for one itsy, bitsy, little problem, a simple problem really, but a problem nonetheless. That problem could be stated in one simple word, Nazis. Paris was crawling with them, making the city almost as uninviting to American and British soldiers as Berlin would be to Soviet soldiers. That being said, there were many people attempting to rectify that situation, mainly the French Underground, the Free French of the Interior, and the Free French Army. America couldn’t sit back and let the French do all the work, of course, so some guys got together, and headed out to help out the French take back their capital.

John Whitmoor, Technical Sergeant, and a handful of privates, not John’s privates, other privates, were part of this group that found themselves in Paris as the first American representatives on August 20th, 1944. This was a few days before the main American force came and mopped up what was left of the Nazi threat, so the Americans had only what they could carry in a deuce and a half, that promptly got destroyed by a Teller mine, once they were dropped off in Paris, and whatever they could grab from French Underground supply caches. Altogether, they had M1 Garands, shovels, a grenade apiece, and your basic, run of the mill knife. Two guys were lucky, they got a .30 cal kit, but the two luckiest guys were probably the members of the bazooka team. These four guys had to forego the luxury of the M1 Garand, and instead resort to carrying the G.I. favorite sidearm, the M1911A1.

John and co. were walking through Paris, the part that had already been taken back by the French, and were celebrated by those French brave enough to come out of their houses. They were given wreathes, flowers, babies (to kiss on the forehead), kisses, dances, offers of the most lewd kind, all had to be refused, on the grounds that work had to be done. And Americans were not ones to play when there was work to be done. So the Americans bade their goodbye to the overeager French, and entered into the German controlled sector. It wasn’t really known when they entered the German controlled sector, it just sort of happened. One minute, they’re waving goodbye to the French, next minute, they’re killing Germans, many bearing the standard MP40s and K98ks, but a few had strange new weapons, but there wasn’t time to investigate those.

The intrepid Team America had orders to carry out. They were simple. Blow up an APC that was seen around some certain area. It had an unsafe number of Nazi field officers, and the attack would surely lose a lot of Nazi resistance. It was instrumental that this APC get destroyed, for its destruction was very important to the cause of the Allied forces. If they took too long to capture Paris, it was possible that part of the city would by utterly and totally destroyed by Nazi high powered explosives. John and co. finally got to where they were supposed to be, a small T-shaped intersection, if the T in question had decided that it preferred to be on its side, instead of its usual standing up position, and set up for the ambush, which, if the intel was correct (hahahahahahahha!), would prove to be an easy attack, after which the Americans would probably be able to accept some of those French offers.

[Wilhelm von Memel]

The streets of Paris had turned against Germany. Parisian Civilians were rising up on the German occupiers as the barbarian British, Canadians, and Worst of all Americans, invaded the Fuhrer’s Fortress Europe. Wilhelm von Memel found himself and Ten Men of his Waffen SS Unit were ordered to put down the quelling in cooperation with other German Units. Wilhelm and his men had already massacred around fifty rebellious French Civilians, and killed another dozen members of the French Resistance. There was no peaceful way to put down a rebellion like this.

Wilhelm found himself and his ten men patrolling down a wide road of Paris, this half of the city was literally empty of Parisian Civilians. Forward elements of the American Armies were pressing into the city, and the courageous and heroic German Forces would soon crush their efforts to steal away the deserved dreams of the German people of a German Empire. It would be short work for the great German armies, the green American Units had never faced multiple battle-hardened Armies and Brilliant generals in one small, confined place before.

“The way the mother screamed when we shot her son for firing on us, Classic!” One of the men sitting on the front of the tank said.

Wilhelm smiled, and continued to scan the road in front of them. They pulled to a stop where a four way intersection found its way, and realized that the street his tank was driving on intersected with a street an important route for Field Officers and other equipment. Wilhelm ducked back down into his Tiger, asking his men “What do you think?”

“Lets go down this road, Sir, just to be safe and make sure the supply route is clear.” His Gunner said. The rest of the crew agreed, and he nodded, ordering the tank to traverse around the corner and travel down the road. The tank moved forward, and Wilhelm stood back up through the Hatch and watching as the tank pulled forward, and stopped in the middle of the intersection, turning ninety degrees to point down the road.

There were numerous crates lining the sides of the Roadway towards where it opened up into a T Shaped intersection. There were also a few doorways, and the low one or two story buildings had windows on them, the glass panes still intact glimmering in the sun.

“Move down these road men, and clear the buildings as you go along!” He ordered. He reached around to the back of the turret of his tiger tank, and picked up the Heavy MG34 which he carried with him since his days in Poland. He pulled back the firing pin as he placed it on the metal rod which traveled on a track around the Hatch, placing the Machine gun in its correct place. Now, ontop of the Flamethrower attachment replacing his tank’s Pea Shooter and extra armored skirts, the tank was a bit more powerful.

He ducked back down, grabbing the rifle grenades and tossing them to the Men of the SS that accompanied his Tank, five Rifle Grenades in total, for the three men which were equipped with Gewehr 43 Rifles. The rest of the seven men were equipped with four STG44s and Three MP40s.

He watched as his men moved across the sides of the road, before disappearing through doorways. The tiger slowly moved forward, and Wilhelm ducked back down into the Tiger, looking through the aiming sight of the Tiger as he moved along.

Map

[Tech Sgt. John Whitmoor]

The trap was set. As soon as the Sd.Kfz. 251 came rolling its merry little way down the street, the bazooka would fire, destroying the vehicle, and hopefully all inside it. If not, the Browning was there to mop up any survivors, which would be more than enough to take out a few officers with P08s and P38s. John was feeling good about this operation, an easy way for the men to let off some steam they’ve built up since they landed in Normandy. They had killed Germans before, knew how to take out their armoured vehicles with the ease of reloading a Garand. It would be so simple, they wouldn’t even realize they’d done anything at all until later, when they were getting drunk at a freshly liberated cantina, where the drinks were free, good, and as numerous as the stars in the sky. And all they had to do was pull a few triggers and walk away. Nothing easier in the world.

The sound of laughing and speech put the group on full alert, ready to execute their ambush at the proper time. The sound of an engine and treads gave hope to the group of Americans that they would soon be enjoying all the creature comforts every man loves and craves. For them, the sound of approaching Germans was anything but dread. All of them were surprised when the Sd.Kfz. came into view. The Sd.Kfz. 251 in question was more accurately known as the Sd.Kfz. 181, also known as the PzKpfw VI Ausf. E, which was most commonly known as the Tiger I tank, a fearsome beast mounting the ever effective 88mm gun, thick armour plates, and a couple of infantry-ripping 7,92 mm MG-34 machine rifles. Yes, the Tiger I was a formidable machine, capable of much. But, like everything else in the world, it had its weaknesses. Whitmoor and his men had to find that weakness, and exploit it. Luckily, the experiences with Tigers during the opening stages of Operation: Overlord, would help their new mission today.

John Whitmoor:

John wanted to know about the tank. He needed to know everything about this tank, if he and his men were going to effectively defeat it, and live to tell the tale. It was time to move to a position where he could observe it better. He snuck around behind a crate in the T, and crouched down next to the guy that was already there. “Don’t worry McCain,” John said to one of the privates who were occupying the crated area with John, after he noticed that said private was pale, had dilated eyes, and was shaking. “We get the information on this tank, we find its weakness, and we blow it up. It’s that simple.” This seemed to calm Private McCain down a bit, and, satisfied that he wouldn’t break into a fear-induced fit again, snuck a quick look at the tank. “Alright, here’s the analysis,” John reported to the two privates. “It’s your Tiger I tank, but with a few modifications. It has a flamethrower instead of its forward machine rifle, and it includes extra armour plates on the turret and sides. You won’t get burned if you stay away from the front of the tank. I don’t know about the back yet, but if you can get to the bazooka team, tell them to hold fire, and wait for a clear shot to the engine compartment. Ignore the wheels, there’s too many of them to cripple the tank.

Private Cameroon:

Private Cameroon paid attention to what was being said by Sgt. Whitmoor, and absorbed it like a sponge. After the sergeant was finished speaking, Cameroon patted McCain on the shoulder, and stated, “Don’t worry buddy, I’ll report this to the team. You stay here, and try and get that tank commander sticking his head out of the turret. We’ll win this battle easy.” Cameroon quickly entered the building next to him, and exited out the window next to the bazooka team. “The serge says to hold fire until you get a clean shot at the engine area,” repeated Private Cameron. “And avoid its front at all costs, it’s got a flamethrower.” The bazooka team nodded, and prepared their first round for firing.
Privates Johnson and Fitzgerald: (Bold and Blue)
“Shhh… Do you hear that?” asked Private Fitzgerald. “I think I hear something coming from the other side of the wall. Listen.” Private Johnson put his ear against the wall, and concentrated. He could just hear what sounded like talking through the wall. It definitely wasn’t any of their expeditionary squad. That meant it could only be one thing. It was the Germans that were with that tank rumbling its merry way down the road. They had to be eliminated, but with enough time for the Americans to move, and hopefully get a few hits on that tank. The two soldiers thought for a minute, thinking of the best plan of action, when it suddenly came to Private Fitzgerald. “I have it. Johnson, do you have that string and leftover gunner’s tape (duct tape) from the invasion?” A confused Johnson nods yes, and hands the requested items over. “I will make a trap,” Fitzgerald explained to Johnson, in that hushed voice people tend to use when trying to keep a secret from the person 2 feet from them. “I tape the grenade to the wall, right next to the door, under the firing pin of course, tie the string to the firing pin, then, we will attach the other end of the string to the door. When they open it, the string pulls out the firing pin, releasing the sthingy, and it goes off! Brilliant plan, isn’t it?” Johnson nodded, and handed the requested materials over. Soon, the grenade trap was set, and the two privates were down at the end of the alley, ready to pick off any survivors.

.30 cal team:[/b][/size]

German, that unmistakable language, half of it being cognates and false cognates, the other half being gibberish to all who heard. What was being said wasn’t important, who really cared anyways what was being said? What mattered was that there was German being spoken nearby, and nobody with Sergeant Whitmoor spoke German. Besides, they were the only two of the team in the building at the moment. This impressive detective work led Corporal Byron and Private Vickers to the conclusion that they were not alone in this building; they were being visited by Germans. And all Germans equal bad guys, and bad guys equal kill them all, kill them all, kill them all. And they had one of the finest German killing tools invented since the Browning Automatic Rifle, the Browning M1919A6, a quick deploy weapon with a bipod, designed to be used as an LMG, but still having the capabilities of its longer cousin, the M1919A4.
It was inevitable that the Germans would find them. The only thing separating them was about 20 feet of room space. It was a wonder that they hadn’t been discovered and fired upon yet, a wonder that would have to be figured out later. Now wasn’t the time for thinking. Now was the time for pulling the trigger, and killing Nazis. Corporal Byron had the machine gun set up, Private Vickers had his M1 Garand aimed at the group. They opened fire upon the group, the .30-06 Springfield rounds flew from the barrels of the rifles, heading toward their dreaded and hated targets.

[Mike]

DECISIONS;

• All men are in their positions as said on the map for the allies.
  
• The 'grenade' trap is set. However whether it will work or how much damage it does will be revealed later when an interaction with it is made.
  
• The team of .30 Caliber just managed to miss the Germans. The Germans, exploring on the side of caution hesitated to shoot the Allies as soon as they discovered them. But this was not the case for the Allies as they opened fire, two of the Germans proceeded to run out of the door and managed that. However the three in front struggled to run out.
  
• The first of the three managed his escape to the door. The second rushed out and while exiting sprained his ankle. The third got hit my a bullet before on the shoulder before managing to escape the barricade of gunfire.
  

CONDITION;

• The soldier with the sprained ankle will move with the rest of the squad normally, he will suffer movement and shooting penalties unless offered painkillers/medication or even rest. It is the commanders choice to let him be or order him back.
  
• The soldier who escaped last had a bullet penetrate his left shoulder, he is currently losing blood. He is not in danger of dying if the bleeding stops. The soldier, in the most desperate of conditions will still be able to shoot with his right hand. He will suffer major penalties in all aspects although will heal up to regular negative penalties if correct measures are undertaken.
  
• For now the Axis have gone into a defensive mode. Most of them have automatically will be under cover for the most of the time unless instructed otherwise. They also have more of a chace of counter attack then normal however more losses will result in lowered morale.
  
• Allies have gone into a more attacking mode. They are feeling eager and ready for battle. They might suffer overconfidence in the coming posts if the address is not issued.

-If you think that I missed a certain part of your post and didn't acknowledge feel free to PM me about it. Next post to Wilhelm.
Mike!