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Post by Commissar Vyacheslav Menzhinsk on Nov 22, 2008 7:20:42 GMT -5
The Commissar was tired. Too tired. He’d been stationed on this part of the line for over a week now, and with little action, he was becoming very bored indeed. He wanted to be fighting and killing the invader, but he was just stuck here, on the out skirts of a small Russian village, making sure a few stragglers from a large German defeat a few days earlier didn’t pass through without losing some blood. His men were set up in a trench, with barbed wire stringing out in front of them. The wire was razor sharp, and was also thick, which would take a good few minutes to cut through. It was chest high, so it couldn’t be jumped over, but it was also quite dense which made it hard to see through. But he was up in a raised bunker, above the thick snow which hindered movement. He could see everything which was going on, and just for a second, he thought he saw something around the ruined village. Raising his monocular to his eye, he immediately noticed foot prints in the snow. Fresh footprints. Ah, so he was finally going to get to spill some Teutonic blood... “Men, to arms, for Mother Russia and Comrade Stalin! We will repel this invading scum from our lands. Ready your weapons, for today we fight!”
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Post by Heydrich Šechtl on Nov 22, 2008 7:53:01 GMT -5
The cold was freezing him. Rubbing his hand together welcoming the warmth and enjoying it. He peeked out through the broken buildings ruins, Trying to spot the enemy. He knew he would have the same chance as seeing a snail as seeing a soldier. He wiped his forehead and strapped his rifle against his back. He looked at his spotter who was with his binoculars peeking out to spot enemies. Antonio called his men inside, they assembled into the small house in the middle hugging the walls to avoid sudden gunfire. Sergeant Antonio, What are your orders? Antonio hesitated to answer, and after a minute of silence spoke. We cannot do anything for this moment. We shall be overrun or outgunned as we dont know the terrain. The men nodded while some were furious. Antonio didn't want to be sent on this infernal mission. But serving his country was his goal right now, not his personal issues. He had been sent to advance to a secret german advance into Russia. His tracker jumped up nearly throwing his binoculars away. Sergeant! You have to hear this! He didn't need to be notified as he heard it already. The enemy was already rallying. They have seen us. Damn! They know! Antonio sweared under his breath. He grasped his rifle and ordered his men to do so too. He ordered, Albrecht and Adalbert! Go to the far left house! Benjamin and Dierk to the far right! Eduard stay here! Leon and Dominik on me! The orders were followed by signs and voices of agreement. Antonio headed closer into the snow infested land by heading into the bunker infront. Men! Defensive positions! He was satisfied how it was going so far. Well at least for now. ------------------------------------------------------------- Tracker/Spotter- Leon HaffPvt. Albrecht BauerPvt. Adalbert KleinPvt. Benjamin MeierPvt. Dierk MetzgerPvt. Dominik Archibald Pvt. Eduard Kappel
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Post by Commissar Vyacheslav Menzhinsk on Nov 22, 2008 8:13:26 GMT -5
I haven't supplied a map because nothing has moved. Can I please ask you to reload your map, but select 'optimise without resizing'. Then it will remain the smae size as before an be clearer to the mod marker.
The commissar watched as the Germans ran to cover like scared rats. He knew better than to give up his strong position, and firing off pot shots would have little affect. He checked his weapon over and began to ponder. This bunker section was part of a line stretching twenty kilometres in each direction. Why they hadn’t incorporated it into the rest of the village was beyond him, but he had an idea. The village was falling apart from fighting during the summer months. But now this large line had been set up, large artillery emplacements had been put together behind it, with certain points zeroed.
The bunker was designed as a forward observatory position, for calling in heavy artillery strikes on an industrial town which had been taken by the Germans two months earlier. Every now and then, a few shells would be sent screaming across the sky, ripping apart the already battered factories and the few farm buildings around it. Subsequently, the bunker had a radio system which linked up with the M1931 203mm batteries. A glorious idea came to him.
“Petrov, get on that radio and make contact. Pass me the phone when you are done, and I will relay our coordinates to our comrades. If these bastards want to dig I, let them. We shall just smoke them out....”
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Post by Heydrich Šechtl on Nov 22, 2008 8:36:25 GMT -5
Antonio looked at his tracker, who returned him a blank empty expression. In the snow nothing was possible to detect. Antonio figured staying there will reduce the morale of his men and himself too. They could not hold out for much longer. He started coldly into the blue and decided. He was going to advance. Dominik inform everyone to report to this bunker immediately! He heard Dominik yell and heard shuffling of men into the small room. We have no choice men! You want to stay here and rot or freeze in this forsaken place! Or sacrifice yourselves the glory of our nations! I say we should advance while we have the chance! He stared into the cold eyes of the men telling them he meant business. We shall spread out and advance. He walked to the doorway. And did a war cry to the men. He motioned with his hand on where they should go. He wanted every one to slowly advance. After they had gotten in position. He ordered them to crouch, then motioned to move forward. -----------------------------------------------------------
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Post by Commissar Vyacheslav Menzhinsk on Nov 22, 2008 10:00:15 GMT -5
Can another staff member mod this thread instead of Antonio, in the spirit of fairness. The whole trench lit up. His men, using their initiative for once all opened fire with their rifles, each picking a target and taking a shot. They fired round after round at the approaching enemy who were screaming, trying to scare them. As if they would scare the sons of Mother Russia! The commissar dashed forward as Petrov fumbled with the radio. The man next to him took up positions, using his sites expertly to aim and try and pick off the approaching bastards. The commissar rested his weapon on the concrete wall and sprayed bursts of fire out into the snow, trying to cut down the German advance. “Comrade Commissar!” Petrov called out of the sound of the shooting. “The Army Air Force cannot give us Stormovik aid, but the artillery will be ready to fire in the next few minutes. They will require our coordinates so they don’t injure us. They request we pop smoke.” Commissar turned, annoyed he had been interrupted. “We don’t have any smoke. Let’s just hope they’re good shots. How long until they need our coordinates?” Petrov spoke into the phone again. “Seven minutes. We have to hold for seven minutes, comrade.” The Commissar nodded. These Germans wouldn’t push them back. He finished firing his magazine and replaced it, before emptying the second. The Germans had no where to go, apart from down. If they advanced they would be cut down, but if they retreated they would suffer an identical fate. But if they stayed where they were, they would soon be blown to bit. Their only optioned would be to take the trench, something the commissar was determined to stop from happening.
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Post by Capt. Masterson on Nov 23, 2008 1:21:23 GMT -5
*** Moderator's Post *** - The German's advance starts out okay, but obvious enemy movement can be seen in the trench ahead as the Russians prepare for defensive measures. They can also hear the hissing of near misses of the Russian gunfire. - The Russians cannot see the Germans 100% clearly due to thick barbed wire and the entrenchment but are close on hitting the enemy with their sporadic gunfire. This is an unbiased post and is open to debate. But not much to debate given the fact their are no casualties.
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Post by Heydrich Šechtl on Nov 23, 2008 1:48:17 GMT -5
The snow nearly froze his feet even under several layers of cloth. He heard a man who shout. And a burst of gunfire, Antonio jumped as he thought that he had died. The soldier left of him was lying down. Soldier! Whats wrong with you! After a few more groans he replied slowly. No Sergeant! My...my foot it wont move. He snarled at the man he was thinking of what to do when Leon pointed a barbed wire. Shit.
Antonio sweared out loudly as the barbed wire halted there advance. The men were sweating and all nervous as the dam Russians might burst anytime and were moving around. Antonio got an idea. He ordered to the soldier far left to grab the injured soldier. When he came back Antonio grabbed him and threw him onto the barbed wire and pointed his rifle in his head. Stay there we dont need weaklings in the army. He pointed as Adalbert lay on the barbed wire some places cut even now. He ordered Albrecht to jump on his and cross over into the other side.
But before he did, He Shouted Ready. He saw all the Three men on the right aim. Shoot! He wanted a distraction as the men crossed. Then he made way for Albrecht as he climbed the back of the soldier who was forced to grapple onto the barbed wire.
-------------------------------------------------------- Me, Adalbert, Albrecht and Leon are at somewhere far right. While the three other were in the middle.
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Post by Commissar Vyacheslav Menzhinsk on Nov 23, 2008 11:08:59 GMT -5
Okay, from what I understand, you and three of your men have clambered over the barbed wire, using one man as a blanket... The rest are in the centre on the Axis side of the wire? Please correct me if I’m wrong. That’s so evil I should have thought of it.
The Hun were being clever, trying to flank into the trench from the right flank, and move along the trench. But it hadn’t gone unnoticed... “You three, on the right. Fix bayonets and set up positions at the far right end. Fire on the German scum, and turn them into pin cushions if you must. Move!” The three men dashed off to where the German forces had moved over, firing on the move, then each opened fire accurately on the Teutons, from just twenty metres; a stone’s throw.
“Keep holding them back!” the commissar bellowed, firing through the barbed wire at the now very close soldiers. Each round which would hit the wire would splinter, sending deadly, rusty shrapnel into the torsos of the German foe. His men did the same focusing their fire, pumping round after round into the air.
The man next to the commissar, Broronov, was a known marksman, and the best shot in the company. He aimed down the sights at the Germans who had crossed the wire. Breathing slowly and steady, and resting his weapon on the bunkers shelf, he popped off two shots expertly. He would have been just a good a shot with a scope than with his current iron sights. The problem with a scope in these temperatures is that it can freeze to your eyeball; the very reason why Russian marksmen were so good with just a standard rifle.
Firing off another long burst of his weapon, this time at the new foe on his right, the commissar rapidly emptied his weapon and replaced the magazine. “How long until that artillery?” he yelled at Petrov. “Two minutes, comrade commissar.”
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Post by Capt. Masterson on Nov 23, 2008 22:04:11 GMT -5
*** Moderat's Mark *** - The German used as a human plank was killed by Russian gunfire after the Germans used him to get across. However his body can still be used. The Germans also sucessfully penetrated the trench on the right side. - The Russians have the Germans inside the trench moderately pinned down now and the remaining Germans out in the snow are picking up more fire from the Russians.
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Post by Heydrich Šechtl on Nov 24, 2008 1:10:57 GMT -5
His heartbeat doubled. He couldn't help but to shout at his tracker , Leon as he crossed the barbed wire. After the man had come across. He was going to turn around when a bullet passed him and went into Adalbert's face. Antonio spitted on the ground. He didn't deserve to die by enemy fire. He shouted at the Men on the other side. Get this coward on the left and try a pincer attack on them.
He saw Dominik grab the man and shuffling him over to the far right. Antonio tried to distract by delivering an aimed shot with his scope to the men inside the trench with the help of Albrecht. Leon was shouting, Left! A man near the end! He saw Dominik managed to get the body to the far right and and climb the wire. When they were almost done.
Antonio dived aside. He waited a second. Then shouted, Die Pigs! Charge Men For The Glory Of the Axis! He took a deep breath and jumped out and attacked. He saw Dominik and the other 2 men jump into the trench from behind assaulting the men inside from both sides.
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