Supporting the Front Line...

[rspeirs]

Map by end of Allied turn
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~Danny

Ronald Speirs-Red
George Luz-Brown (NPC)
Albert Blithe-Orange (NPC)
Gary Jasper-Lavender (NPC)
Joe Hartstock-Blue (NPC)

“I hate France,” George Luz said while smiling. The men by him, Speirs included, chuckled at this notion. Blithe was inclined to respond “But Luz, we just got here.” Luz retorted “I know, and I already want to leave.” Speirs could only agree at this point. It was bitterly cold outside, and snow was falling quickly, covering everything in sight. The men sat around the altar in a church, which lie on the outskirts of Montpellier, France. This was supposed to be a simple support mission. Foxtrot was supposed to support the allied forces at Montpellier, but by the time they had arrived, the Germans had already drove out what Allied forces remained after a full out assault.

Speirs cut the chatter quickly, and cut straight to business. “We need to take back this town.” He said with a serious look on his face. Luz gave a witty remark, saying “Easier said than done. This whole city is probably crawling with Krauts.” Speirs nodded “I know. However, we aren’t ordinary soldiers, Luz. We are the 3rd Infantry Division, the finest the American Army has. I will be damned if some Krauts think they can just overrun us!” Speirs crouched with the men. His hands were freezing. He decided to rub them together, trying desperately to get feeling back into them, but to no avail.

Joe Hartstock now appeared from the West Church door. Speirs turned immediately to him. “What terrain are we dealing with Red?” Red took his snow covered helmet off and knelt beside the rest of the small contingency of men. “Well, to the North of here is woods, to the east, we have the town square of Montpellier, and to the South we have a roadway.” Speirs assessed his strategy. He rubbed his chin, and then asked “And what of the Krauts?” Red shook his head “No sight of them yet.” This was a perplexing situation for Sergeant Ronald Speirs. He knew the Krauts wouldn’t abandon such a crucial and strategically important city. They had to be somewhere. He wanted to send Hartstock back out, but he knew he ran the risk of Red running into a platoon of Krauts. Red would be taken down on the spot if that were to happen.

So, Speirs began to pace as ideas went back and forth in his mine. Jasper spoke up. “Sir, you might not want to do that, there could be a sniper around.” Speirs scoffed at his foolishness and immediately crouched down. Speirs knelt and walked slowly over to the altar. He went into the sacristy and pulled out a piece of paper and a pen. He walked back to where his men were, and began to draw the building in which they were. “I want us to make a defensive position in this church. So, our flank is on a heavily wooded side…alright, Blithe, take the window to the North. You have the best marksmanship out of us all. I expect you to keep a tight watch on that wooded area. If you see anything, alert me at once. Jasper, I want you to guard one of the two windows facing East that overlook the town. Hartstock, you take the other. I will be in the Steeple, keeping a sharp watch myself. Luz, you are our runner. I want you in front of that sacristy door. If I holler down, relay that message to the other men. If one of you three see anything, relay it back to me. Are your positions understood?” Speirs looked at his men with intense eyes. He was ready to fight. This was what he had been waiting for.

The men gave a quick and collective yes to his orders. Speirs nodded. “Alright, Red, how many civilians were out roaming the streets?” Red thought for a second. “Not many. There has got to be some Germans in this town. You would think a city like this at this time would be booming, but hardly anyone is out.” Speirs took this information in, and quickly relayed the order. “Then the civilian casualty rate should be low, correct?” This was a rhetorical question, and Speirs didn’t even wait for a response. “Alright then, fire at anything that moves. If it screams in German, shoot it again.” Speirs picked up his M1 Carbine, which was sitting in front of him. He stood up. “Alright men, take the positions which I have designated to each of you. You will all serve your country valiantly, good luck to each of you. We will maintain this position until further notice.” Speeches weren’t Speirs’ forte, so he just decided to give those small words. With them however, each of Speirs’ men picked up their M1 Garands and took up their positions at designated windows. Speirs began to walk up the bell tower, and heard Luz make a sarcastic remark, stating “How ironic, to die in a Church.” Speirs, not one for humor, found himself chuckling about Luz’s remark as he scaled the 5 flights of stairs necessary to reach the top. He quickly made it to the top, and walked out into the wintry abyss. Snow pelted him in the face, but Speirs didn’t seem to mind. He was already numb. He placed his finger of his M1 Carbine, aiming it in the general direction of which he was facing. He stood ready to hold his post.

[laukkenan]

Map by end of Vaalto's turn.


Vaalto Laukkenan-Blue
Damian Articulo-Red
Marco Renien-Orange
Lucas Klaus-Purple

His orders were simple, take out the Allied task force that came to this town. The reconnaissance report was not very well detailed because of the heavy fighting in the area. This was the last thing Vaalto wanted for combat, going into a town with only 4 other men, against and unknown number of enemies. That was when Vaalto ordered his men out, he also asked a Rottenführer Wilhelm to join them. As the men started out on their mission a feeling went through Vaalto, one that made him stop in his tracks. As it slowly passed, he began getting stronger, within his mind. He knew what it was, he had never been in charge of a group of men before, so he was feeling the stress of leadership and having to risk their lives.

“GET DOWN, und bewegen Sie schnell zu dem Gebäude.” Vaalto said silently, but loud enough for the men to hear. At hearing this all the men ran to the large building in front of them. “Stack bis” was the next order he gave. The men all pinned themselves to the wall and moved down it, following Vaalto’s lead. At the corner of the house Vaalto peeked around while keeping his Gewehr 43 at the ready, even though it was pointed at the ground. ”Damian, nimm meinen Platz und Feuer beim alles, was sich bewegt.” Damian hurried to Vaalto’s old spot and peeked around the cover. Vaalto then sprinted out and ran to the building south of his previous position.

Vaalto then used hand signals and told his men that Marco was to take Damian’s position and they were to do the same thing that Vaalto had just done. Soon, enough Damian was over with Vaalto and the two were waiting for anything to happen. Hopefully, the enemy would expose themselves by opening up on his men still behind the house.




Translations

”GET DOWN, und bewegen Sie schnell zu dem Gebäude.”
“Get down, and move quickly to that building.”

”Stack bis”
“Stack up”

”Damian, nimm meinen Platz und Feuer beim alles, was sich bewegt.”
“Damian, take my place and fire at anything that moves.”

[deutschlandschutze]

Map by end of Axis turn.

Dietrich Wilhelm-Black
The rest- unchanged

Dietrich put a knee down in the snow and cupped his Mauser in his hands. His breath blew in hot puffs, rising up into the air. He couldn't wait till this miserable assault was over. Why did every attack have to be made in the utmost heat of summer, or in the freezing cold of winter?

His unit had been assigned with taking this small French town known as Montpellier. The attack had gone well. The elite Waffen-SS troops had pushed the Americans from the town. Somewhere during the attack, he had been split from his unit and had been wandering alone for sometime. That is when he found SS-Unterscharführer Laukkenan and his band of men. Not knowing what else to do, he joined up with them and continued the assault.

News came that more Americans had entered the town and the SS troops were to push them out. That is what brought the Rottenführer to his cold, miserable state. Snow blanketed the ground everywhere, an unbroken sea of white.

Leaning against the wall of a large house, the squad slid down it until they reached the corner. Vaalto ran across the gap to the next house first followed by another in the squad. Dietrich still wasn't quite sure he remembered their names properly. Pressing his back into the wall he looked at his Mauser. Taking two fingers he wiped the snow from the from and rear sights. He checked to make sure the safety was dis-engaged. You never knew when you might need your rifle in a hurry.

Dietrich rubbed his hands together, if only it weren't so cold! He stared irritably at the squad leader who was surveying the situation. Dietrich could tell that the it was either his first time leading a group of men or he just wasn't acclimated to being a leader. Despite this, Dietrich had attained a sense of respect to the man in any case. It took something to keep a band of soldiers together under these conditions. Much less convince them to fight.

Then again, they were the best soldiers in the world. Dietrich was torn from his thoughts by the motion of Vaalto. His hand raised in a silent signal. Dietrich and the other men understood perfectly. They shifted their weight back onto their feet and waited.

[rspeirs]

Map at end of Allied Turn
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~Danny

Speirs-Red
Luz-Brown
Blithe-Orange
Jasper-Lavender
Hartstock-Blue


From his post in the steeple, the highest point in Montpellier, Speirs had a quasi-omniscient view of the battlefield. Despite the snow blowing in his face, hindering his vision, Speirs had a new tactical sense for the upcoming battle. He now saw the woods to the North, the road to the South, the buildings to the east, and it gave him a new strategy. The 1st Sergeant scoffed at his foolishness. On a normal occasion, he would laugh at such a move, but not now, not in battle. This major blunder that plagued Speirs’ strategic mind: Failing to secure his Southern flank. If he could not secure this, his men would be susceptible to enfilade fire, or worse, becoming pinned down by the Krauts. Either way, his men would not make it out alive, all due to his stupidity.

Speirs now was faced with a decision: Abandon his post and give a quiet, discreet order to George Luz to Red Hartstock to move from his present position to the Southern flank, or stand at his post, and holler to Luz, giving up his position to the enemy, but saving time and maintaining a close watch on his surroundings. He decided to do the first of the two options. He slowly scaled the five flights of stairs down to the base floor of the Church. He walked out of the steeple, onto the altar, and over to Luz. “What do you need?” Luz said. Speirs replied in a whisper “I made a mistake. I am going to want Red to move from his present position over to the Southern, unoccupied window.” Luz nodded, and retorted “What about his present position?” Speirs smiled at Luz’s observation “For now, it will be abandoned. If the Krauts start firing, I am going to want you to take his position. I have no clue what we are dealing with. For all we know, we could be facing the whole Waffen SS. So we are going to need all the fire power we can get. Understood?” Luz smiled. “Yes sir!” He said in an emphatic whisper. With that, Luz went to inform Hartstock, who moved right away. Speirs walked back up to his post.

Even though the wind was blowing and snow was coming down heavily, Speirs felt a sense of tranquility at the top of the bell tower. He found himself lost in the white abyss, dreaming of England and the states. In particular, he thought of a girl. She was a slender, beautiful, young British girl, which Speirs had met upon his arrival into Europe. She was sophisticated, unlike most of the women, who still tried to embody the anachronism known as “the flapper style.” At Camp McClellan and Camp Mackall, he had never seen such a beautiful girl. It was only here, in England, that he had met her. She was an absolute delight, and she made even a cold man like Speirs smile every time she came near. Speirs had the utmost respect for the girl, who he had come enamor. He even had thought of pursuing a relationship with her. None of Speirs’ men had heard of her, as he had kept it a secret. This however, did not stop him in his pursuit. Speirs had planned on asking her on a date, but he was called away to France. The night before he left, he had made a promise to her. He remembers it vividly. He smiled at her, as she leaned her head against his shoulder. Speirs looked down at her saying “I will return.” She simply nodded, confiding herself in Speirs’ arms.

This motivated Speirs to destroy any Kraut resistance. He could care less if the whole Waffen SS was out there. As far as he was concerned, he would crush them all. If Speirs were to die, he would die in a blaze of glory, all for her. At this point, Speirs became angry. “Those damn Krauts, why the hell are they doing this?” Speirs said to himself. “Those egotistical bastards” he scoffed. “Take me away from her…” Speirs looked down as the snow battered him further. He placed his M1 Carbine up against the edge of the steeple. He put his finger on the trigger, and planted the but of his rifle into his shoulder, ready to fire. Speirs continued to speak to himself. “By the end of this day Krauts, you shall learn that your struggle here in Montpellier is all for not, because I will fight like a man possessed to get back to her…”

[laukkenan]

Map at end of Vaalto’s turn.

Same as Vaalto’s first post.


This was it; he was slowly going to peek around the side of the building. He looked around and saw nothing. Thank God he thought to himself as he returned to his side of the building. As he looked back he started doing his hand signals to his men at the other building. The men understood him clearly as they started moving slowly along the wall.

Lucas slid his back on the wall as he held his rifle at the ready; Marco quickly followed him with his rifle at the ready also. The two men slowly came to the end of the building. ”Marco, werde ich Abdeckung, die Sie, wie sie gehen Sie weiter zu dem Gebäude.” Marco looked at him and nodded approval. Lucas aimed down his rifle sights at this small alley; nothing could be shot at him or his friend right now.

Vaalto was still at his post as he looked back to the Rottenführer. “Herr rottenführer, möchte ich Sie um Break Out, Fenster und gehen Sie in diesem Gebäude und was sie tun können.” Vaalto whispered over to the Rottenführer. He looked back for a nod of approval, but he decided to keep going. As he went around the side of the house he aimed down his sights. Damian followed him with closeness as it was getting colder. “Sir, warum sind sie nicht kalt, es ist Einfrieren aus?” “Ich war geboren und aufgewachsen in Finnland, auch ich kämpfte im Winter Krieg.” Damian didn’t look surprised, but it made him want to fight the cold, as he admired how the Finnish had fought for their homeland.

Vaalto now ran across a stretch to another building and no return fire came, so he thought he was safe. His hand signals were clear as Damian understood them and ran across with him. As he looked around the corner he saw the church wall with part of the window in his view. A smile would have been appropriate except that his lips would break open from the cold. He aimed down the sights to his Gewehr 43 rifle. As he pressed his cheek closer to the stalk he aimed at this corner of the window in his sights. BANG! came out with a flash from the rifle’s barrel, followed by another shot evenly spaced out like a K98’s shot would be.






Translations

”Marco, werde ich Abdeckung, die Sie, wie sie gehen Sie weiter zu dem Gebäude.”
“Marco, I'll cover you, as you move to that building.”

”Herr rottenführer, möchte ich Sie um Break Out, Fenster und gehen Sie in diesem Gebäude und was sie tun können.”
“Herr Rottenführer, I want you to break out that window and go into that building and do what you can.”

”Sir, warum sind sie nicht kalt, es ist Einfrieren aus?’
“Sir, why aren't you cold, it is freezing out?”

”Ich war geboren und aufgewachsen in Finnland, auch ich kämpfte im Winter Krieg.”
“I was born and raised in Finland, I also fought in the Winter War.”

[Daniel Brennan]

Moderation Post

Well, I'll take this on since JT and Strum haven't yet done so. Also, can you please show any movements and bullets fired on the map please? It can be a bit hard to understand otherwise.

Actions:
Vaalto:
Both shots missed narrowly; cracking into the brickwork beside the window, but they did succeed in making the startled American soldier dive to the ground in shock.


~Dan

[deutschlandschutze]

Map by end of Axis turn.



Black dotted line: Movement on first floor.
Solid black line: Movement on second floor.

Dietrich rocked back and forth, keeping the weight shifting between his ankles as to not have one fall asleep. Losing the sense of any of a soldier's limbs was disastrous in combat. It also served nicely to keep some warmth flowing through his body. Things would be better once they got moving again, but again he understood the importance of not moving too quickly either. It was viable to get someone shot.

The Unterscharführer signaled the other two men in front of Dietrich. They moved off in the other direction, sliding down the wall of the house. Then the Unterscharführer turned his attention to Dietrich, ordering him into the house. Nodding, Dietrich stood and approached the window. He examined it thoroughly, he would rather not break it, that would draw attention to him of the wrong sort. If he wanted to remain in an over watch position it would be best to remain unobserved.

The window consisted of four panes of glass in a square pattern, the lower two able to slide upwards over the top two. Dietrich noted that the window was cracked just open, perhaps not even a quarter of an inch. In any case, he could not slide his fingers under it. Quickly, he pulled his combat knife from his boot and slid the blade through the gap. Using it as a lever, he hoisted the pane up.

Once he had created a sufficient space to crawl through, he returned his knife to its sheath and slithered into the house. It was relatively dark inside, and cold. It took a few moments for his eyes to adjust to the lower light. To his right appeared a staircase leading up to a second story. Directly ahead of him was another window that provided him a view of the church. It would be the perfect spot for any Americans left in the village to be holed up.

Dietrich knew he was on a limited time scale. He took the stairs two at a time until he reached the top floor. To his surprise, the upper floor was one giant room with just a smaller wing off in one corner. Both forward facing windows that pointed at the church were in the same room. Dietrich rushed to the far end of the room and hugged the wall near the left window.

Fog coated the inside of the window as a result of his body heat. Taking his sleeve, he wiped a small circle, allowing him to look out. He observed the features of the church. On the first floor was a window almost directly across from his own. It seemed as if a dark object was through the window but he could not tell. The dark floorboards gave a dark background, making it hard to distinguish between anything. Above was a bell tower. That would be a perfect spot for an enemy sharpshooter. From that position he would have a perfect view all the way around the church. Dietrich knew he must focus on that, the SS men could handle the assault well enough. As long as he kept that tower clear, they could take the church.

Turning around, Dietrich saw an elongated table and two chairs tucked against the wall. Moving swiftly, he swung his rifle onto his back and grabbed the table, dragging it into postion. Lifting upwards, he tipped the table onto its side so that it rested upon that side and the long part of two of its legs. The height was not quite right. As a result, he had to grab one of the chairs and sit in it. Dietrich rested his rifle on the top edge of the table and did his best to breathe steadily. Looking down the sights he realized that the fog in the window was gone. He hoped noone had seen him as he moved, maybe the two shots he heard would draw their attention and provide him a target in the tower. Either way, he was ready, muzzle trained on the tower, waiting for the slightest movement.

[Daniel Brennan]

Moderation Post

Actions:
Dietrich: Dietrich successfully opened the window and snuck in the abandoned house without being seen by any American soldiers. However, as he was moving the heavy furniture around the building to create a barricade loud clunks were easy to hear from the street outside. So, although he hasn't been seen yet, the Americans have a feeling someone is occupying the building.


~Dan

[rspeirs]

Map of Allied Moves

Men are colored same as always.
Black Line-Movement
Yellow Line-Fire
White line-Grenade toss
The door to the church is now cracked open.


What so far was a peaceful battle turned into a quasi-shoot out. Two shots rang out from a muzzle, and the bullets ricocheted off the church wall, sending Jasper to the ground. “Jesus, the Krauts fond us!” Jasper, who by now was on the ground, Sounded out as a second bullet smacked into the wall. “Luz, run up and tell Speirs that the shot rang out from around two a’ clock. I saw that muzzle flash out of the corner of my eye.” Jasper nodded. Luz army crawled his way to the stair case, and then proceeded up two flights, where Speirs met him. “I know, I heard it.” Speirs nodded. “Saw where it came from too.” Luz chuckled, “They sure aren’t too smart. It came from two a’ clock.” Speirs nodded. “I believe it was behind the building on our left flank, they fell right into my ploy. Now, Luz, synchronize your watch for one minute. That is exactly how long you have to tell the men my plan.”

Speirs was cut off abruptly by a banging noise which came from the building adjacent from the church. Soon, Jasper met them at the bottom of the steps. “I think there is a sniper in that building. That banging noise is suspicious.” Speirs nodded and whispered. “Noted, now return to your position.” He now turned to Luz. “Here is the plan. After the minute, I am going to open up fire, suppressing the enemy. The noise from that should be loud enough for yourself, and Hartstock to break out the Southern window. My shots will come at intervals of three. During the second interval, I want you two to move down the side of the south western most building. At that point, if I saw right, you should be on their flank. We will have caught them with their pants down.” Luz nodded. “So Red and I open fire then right?” Speirs unclipped the grenade from his uniform. “No, throw this. Wait for it to explode. Once it does, then open fire. We should have torn them to shreds after that. Oh, and Luz, about the possible sniper, have Blithe rotate two the door of the church, cracking it open, and firing upon the building. Have Blithe and Jasper open fire at intervals so there will be no pause in fire, so we can suppress what ever is in that building. The last thing I want to do is lose my head.” Speirs put his hand on Luz’s shoulder. “Is the plan understood?” Luz nodded, gripping the grenade tightly in his hand. “Yes sir.” Speirs smiled “Get it done.”

The minute went by, and Speirs readied his M1 Carbine. He lowered himself to one knee, to lower the chances of being hit by the possible sniper to the east. Bang! Bang! Crash! Bang! Hartstock broke the window during the second shot. Once Speirs opened fire, Jasper opened fire on the building to the east. Once Jasper’s 8 round, M1 clip was gone, Blithe began to open fire so he could reload. Nearby, the Hartstock and Luz successfully broke the window, and the two soldiers were now traversing the left side of the South Western most building, with Luz in the lead. Luz moved his fist upward, telling Hartstock to stop his advance. He moved his head a little, in hopes he could ascertain what was to his right. This was a difficult feat, with the snow and wind battering him in the face. He saw the outline of two shadows, which he took for Krauts. He moved his fist into the shape of a two to let Hartstock know their numbers.

Hartstock looked up to the steeple, where Speirs was. By now, Speirs was on his 3rd round of three, nine shots echoed out of his Carbine. They had to act now as the Carbine only has a 13 round cartridge, so Luz unclipped the grenade from his uniform, grasped it firmly within his hand, pulled down the safety lever, and unclipped the pin. He waited a second and a half before throwing it, hoping to get the grenade to explode right when it landed in front of them. He threw it with as much accuracy as he could, hoping that it would land in the snow and blend in with it. The grenade soon went off, which was Hartstock’s cue to turn the corner and open fire with his M1 Garand. Luz, who was already in the open, began to fire his 8 round clip, and Hartstock joined him. If this wouldn’t finish off these to Krauts, nothing would.


Timeline of Events (Just in case I confused the hell out of Dan)[/u]
1. Plan told
2. Speirs, Blithe, and Jasper open supressing fire-window pane busted
3. Luz, Hartstock move down side of building
4. Luz throws grenade at Krauts
5. Grenade Explodes, Luz and Hartstock open fire on the cloud of smoke, hoping to kill off any wounded Krauts.

[Daniel Brennan]

Moderation Post

A bit of damage for everyone!

Actions:
First Sergeant Speirs:

• His suppressive fire on Vaaltos position worked successfully, to an extent (See below). Vaalto had no chance to come out from behind the wall to fire even one shot back. Jasper and Blithes fire shattered the window in Dietrichs building and sent dangerous shards flying in the room, although he himself wasn't hit seriously due to the table in front of him.
  
  
• Speir's firing was cut off suddenly because of a rifle shot pinging off the stone of the Church tower right below him. Dietrich hadn't been able to get off a clearer shot due to the angle; he wasn't able to actually see the top of the church due to the table being set back from the window... Speirs stopped firing for a couple of seconds, but then continued.
  
  
• The firing coming from Speirs and the breaking of the window weren’t exactly synchronised. Instead, the window was broken a fraction of a second before his shot and when the sound came to Vaalto’s ears he was able to ready himself. As threw the grenade he exposed slightly more of his body than he should have and Vaalto and the German Private were able to fire a couple of shots off; one of which impacted into Luz’s lower stomach, right through his kidney. Luz was still able to throw the grenade, but his accuracy was put off and it landed only halfway between the two groups rather than right up beside the Germans. The fuse on the grenade is roughly four seconds and it didn’t take the grenade two seconds to just travel through the air. Acting on spilt second thinking, Vaalto made a dive for the edge of the building, bustling right past the slow thinking Private who was still standing there.
  
  
• The grenade exploded; finishing off Luz and killing the German Private. Vaalto had just about managed to move enough to stop himself from being killed. Articulo (The Private) took the brunt of the shrapnel, although Vaalto did receive shrapnel wounds in his legs. He will find it very painful to move around without any help and if he stays on the battlefield for longer than roughly 2 rounds of posting he will pass out from blood loss, unless nothing is done to stop the bleeding.
  

Rough map:

EDIT: Private Jasper isn't injured and Dietrich isn't injured as well.

~Dan

[laukkenan]

The grenade had landed right on the grass patch and it forced Vaalto to jump behind the building. Damian had been to slow and had been killed by the grenade. Vaalto crawled to his side of the building not knowing whether or not the Americans were dead. He peeked around the corner and saw two bodies, devastatingly mangled bodies. He came back around and looked down at his legs. Blood was coming from them. A thought entered his head that he either must try to retreat or even surrender to the Americans. What must I do was the thought that was going through his head. He then decided that he must surrender. He threw the clip to his rifle out from behind the wood work and then tossed his empty rifle out. "American, come and get me." Vaalto called out in English.

He then took off his jacket. The cold bit at him, but he had, had worse in Finland. He then ripped the sleeve off of his jacket and wrapped it around his left leg. A groan filled the air as he pulled the sleeve tightly around his leg. Soon, the other sleeve came off, and was wrapped around his right leg. Another groan came out as he tightened the sleeve. He was gasping for breath waiting for the American to come.

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Slowly, Marco and Lucas kept leapfrogging from building to building covering each other as they went. They ended up being able to look right at the church and were pretty will covered, because none of their barrels went past the end of the wall.

[rspeirs]

Due to the fact that Vaalto is having trouble posting a map, I was ordered to do so. Vaalto gave me the position of his two men, and I accurately placed them where he wanted them on the map.


Blue-Vaalto
Pink and Orange-NPCs
Black-Wilhelm

[Daniel Brennan]

Mod-Post

I didn't really think this one needed a mod-mark.


Actions:
Vaalto: His shouts of surrender have been heard by the American defenders and it held their attention well. They didn't noticed the two men leapfrogging from building to building at all.


~Dan

[Daniel Brennan]

Dietrich's turn is being skipped due to his inactivity.
NEXT POST: SPEIRS.

~Dan

[rspeirs]

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My men are colored the same way as always...


The suppressing fire worked, well, to some extent. Speirs heard the shattering of the window, which inevitably meant that the Germans had heard it. “Damn it Luz, don’t you know how to break a damn window in sync with gunfire? What the hell are they teaching these recruits now adays?” Speirs muttered to himself as he continued belting out rounds toward the Krauts. His firing was stopped however, by a two shots. The first ricocheted off the Bell tower wall, whereas the second “Rang his bell” when it cracked the tower bell. Speirs paused in his fire, looking for the Sniper’s nest. He noticed that the building adjacent to the Church’s window was shattered. He either thought that was due to the fire of his men, or the sniper. He couldn’t worry about it, so he continued firing.

Then, the grenade burst, sending shrapnel every where for 30 meters. Speirs heard the screams of the Germans, which made him smile a sadistic, cold smile. He rushed down the bell tower to the window on the left side of the church, where he expected a report from his two men. Hartstock stood at the side of the building, looking out, trying to see any remaining Krauts. Speirs whispered to him from the window, “Red, report.” Red shook his head , saying, “It’s FUBAR sir…One dead German, another seriously wounded…they…” Red stopped, all most stunned. “Yes Private?” Speirs asked inquisitively. “They…” Hartstock continued on almost incredulously “They…they got Luz.” Speirs nodded solemnly and looked toward Blithe and Jasper. He pointed toward the rear church door, telling them to exit the Church silently. He then moved his hand over his brow, signaling the military hand motion for “Watch or I see.” He then moved his right arm in front of him and clasped his wrist within his left palm, the hand signal for “enemy.” In short, Speirs felt the enemy was up to something. They couldn’t have just sent two men on a flanking mission. There had to be a main force. He would find it.

Speirs himself exited from the left window and joined Hartstock at the side of the building. From there, they saw a Gewher 43k German rifle fly out from the other side of the building. Speirs then heard a German speaking, in his “best,” otherwise broken, English - - “American come get me!” Speirs nodded to the request of the German. Speirs moved his right hand from his side, pointing to the side of the wall where the Gewher lie, the hand signal for Red to move to that area. Speirs then proceeded to move to the house entrance, he kicked down the door. Inside, a family was quivering in the corner. Speirs payed no attention to them, and proceeded to the side window. He saw a Kraut grasping his leg, writhing in pain on the ground. That isn’t all he saw, on the side of the Kraut’s leg, he saw a knife, still in a sheath, yet still a dangerous hindrance to apprehending the soon to be POW. Speirs shattered the glass in a mad haste. By now, adrenaline was pumping through the Sergeant’s blood, and he pointed his gun at the Kraut, saying in a menacing tone, “Give up the damn knife, or I will shoot your damn head!” He then hollered to Red. “Apprehend the Gewher, he can’t do anything now without dying.” Red went to pick up the Kraut’s fire arm.

Meanwhile however, Blithe and Jasper moved out the back door, Blithe as the point man. Blithe moved his hand, balled up in a fist with his thumb out, to the area of the window, telling Jas with a hand signal to cover the area where the window was. Blithe himself slithered against the wall, he moved his head out slightly, trying to get a better view of any enemy position.

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Speirs and Hartstock are attempting to disarm Vaalto. And yes Vaalto, if you don't give up the knife, you are a dead man, muahahahaha.

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