Battle for Lausdell Crossroads

[∬: Erhard Strumfelder]

Moderation Post[/u]

Guys, this a very large battle, and therefore that post are quite big to. Now, I’m having problems understanding your actions, and after half an hours reading, I finally understand what Nathan is trying to put across. I’m afraid names mean little, so I would ask that instead of just ‘the building’s side’, could we having something like ‘the north east buildings northern side’? It makes it a lot easier to mark.
Nathan you made some rather shocking mistakes, and it has cost you pretty bad.
Sorry if I cock this up Nathan, but it made Jonas’ post look like childsplay when it came to understanding it.

Lieutenant Mitchell

• Private Clarke’s first shot was accurate, and smashed through the glass of the window. The direct shot hit the Waffen SS man in the back of the skull, cutting straight through the steel of the Stahlhelm. He was killed instantly.
  
• Seeing their comrade killed, the two other men dropped down, suspecting the sniper, but the shattering glass followed by the second shot confirmed that the man was close. The shout confirmed his location.
  
• When Clarke and Brown turned to fire, they were confronted by the two SS men who were ready to return fire. The two men in the doorway were easy prey as they moved around the door frame.
  
• The first German shot hit Brown just below his ribcage, tearing a bloody path through kidneys and the liver, before imbedding itself in the otherside of his pelvis. This a major wound and he will soon die without attention.
  
• The second shot took Clarke in the left thigh. The bullet itself did not hit any arteries, but actually hit the bone. At such shot range, the power broke the bone clean in two, and the jagged end tore through muscle and flesh. The damage means Clarke will not be able to use his left leg for the rest of his life, although that may not be a very long time…
  
• The third shot, from the first German to fire, took Clarke in the shoulder as the Brit collapsed to his knees. It tore through muscle, but exited cleanly without hitting anything.
  
• With both men floored, the forth German shot had no effect.
  
• Both Brits are very badly wounded, their pains being amplified by the close range and preparedness of the Germans. (You can’t shoot someone down, without the two men next to him noticing!) They will be dead before Mitchell’s next post, if they haven’t been seen to. Even then it will be touch and go.
  
• The men therefore never crossed the road, spoke to Mason, and gave him the information.
  
  I’m really not sure what you were drinking when you let this happen!
  
• Lying down in snow next to the side of a burning building, the frozen water helped to protect him from the intense heat. However, when he got to his feat, the heat ripped into his face.
  
• It blistered terribly and caused him extreme pain. He never took the shot. The pain caused him to throw up his arms to protect himself, but the material of his uniform caught fire.
  
• Unable to find his feat, he fell backwards into the snow, which extinguished his burning uniform. However, it has stuck to his charged skin, and has received second and third degree burns.
  
• He’s now crawling towards the SW building, along the icy road, and is close to passing out. He needs medical attention, but will not likely die unless abandoned. (Play with fire and expect to get burnt).
  
  
• The adrenaline in the Private in the damaged house has helped him to escape, but the large splinter in his chest has been knocked about far too much.
  
• While moving, it has pieced his left lung, but he hardly felt. However, while falling back at speed to the town hall and breathing deeply, he suddenly collapsed to then ground as blood flooded his lung. The men with him dragged him into the hall. His airway must constantly be cleared of blood. If this isn’t seen to in the next Allied post, the Private will drown in his own blood.
  
• The Sergeant in the house has been rescued successfully, and apart from being very wet, will be conscious by the next Allied post.
  
• The covering fire did it’s job, but had no other effects.
  
• The men are becoming rather concerned at their dwindling numbers. A pep talk from their commanding officer should fix this problem.

Hauptmann Merhoff

• The three men inside the burning SE building are becoming agitated, and have smashed the windows in an attempt to get oxygen. Leave them there much longer and they’ll be in no fit state to fight. If the building doesn’t collapse first…
  
• The flames are bright and large, and the whole southern area of the hamlet is lit up like a Christmas tree.

Although you have taken for bad casualties, I’m not recommending retreat yet. You are in a good position, but being static and leaving your men to die in plain view of the other, healthy men, will do nothing for morale.
I feel it appropriate to remind you that the medic in the town hall are packing stuff away and cannot help your wounded.

- Strum[/color]

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

OOC: Not entirely sure who all died or who it was that didn't cross the street so I'll work with what I can, Strum could you maybe shed some light with a map in case mine is off based from Mitchell's

IC: McMillan listened as the battle roared on just over the mound of snow he and his men were moving behind. The gun fire, the strobing effect that all the flames emited, it just got his blood pumping and his spirit in the mood for some hardcore combat. "Brunnen ist wir, die sie lassen gehen, haben die ganzen Späßejungen!" McMillan screamed at them as they moved behind his newly upgraded tank. The fire in the distance almost seemed to burn in his eyes as he looked back at them, they almost seemed to share his enthusiasm as they also heard the comotion and could see the light from the flames on their leader and off the back of the tank they too followed.

As they pushed on past the group of buildings at the crossroad section of the small town McMillan jumped onto the back of the tank and lifted open the bulky hatch as he looked off toward the northern flank of the battle field and onto the far north building and the trucks parked along side it. "Stellen Sie Ein in jenes Gebäude, das weite nördliche Gebäude mit den Lastwagen dalängsseits, dann Drehung auf den Lastwagen. Erhalten Sie einen guten Blick auf ihnen, weil sobald Sie ab lassen, dass Sie bauend, durch Rauch mehr als wahrscheinlich werden feuern. Macht Sie ficken hat gelassen mich Mannschaft hinunter nicht, kommt jetzt zu ihm!" He shouted down inside the machine as he pointed out toward the building. as he hopped down from the behmoth he could see a couple of men from one of the other squads dropping back to regroup, one of them being an Unterscharführer. Then as he looked passed the them could see several Volksgrenadier moving up along the road. Bout time they caught up to us! he thought as he leapt from the back of the beast and looked to his men once more. "Nachdem wir anfangen, westlich zu drehen, bereitet sich vor, es ihnen Männer zu geben, Aufenthalt, der angeschlossen ist mit mir als am besten Sie kann, wird der Tank uns eine Decke geben aber dann die Aufgabenstürze auf uns, lässt nicht mich hinunter und gibt ‚Em Hölle!" As McMillan finished giving his men the directions the tank started to turn toward the west, leaving behind the large pile of snow it had accumulated in front of it.

As the tank came parrallel with the road thay had originally come in on they all covered their ears and withing seconds the tank let out a tremendous roar that initiated with the main turret and continued on with the pair of Besa Machine guns mounted in the front of it. "Yeah!" McMillan gritted through his teeth as his inner child let out a scream of excitement and he pulled himself together and took off around the side of the tank after a few seconds of covering fire from the machine guns, his small squad hot on his heels wanting their piece of the action as well. before they reached the front of the tank the MGs stopped firing as the commander could see the squad moving around from his perch atop.

McMillan opened up with short bursts from his StG 45 as his squad came on line, popping off rounds from their bolt action Kar 98s and then the race was on to get to the building, MCMillan being able to out run his own squad was able to slow his pace to pull a potato masher from his vest rig and unscrew the cap from the bottom of the handle and yank on the inner detination chord. With a quick glance so his squad would know to wait until it went off before entering he heaved it through the air and saw it topple end over end until it disappeared inside of the building. He turned back toward his tank to ensure they didn't get any friendly fire and pointed fiercely toward the trucks and the turret set to turning off toward them, he turned back and grabbed the man next to him, pulling him down to avoid any stray shrapnel. His squad mimiced the action and McMillan pulled his smoke grenade and yanked the pin on it as well, dropping it at his feet and pointed toward the trucks once more.

The grenade exploded and he stood up, starting to run on the way up. He and his men popping off the random round here and there on the way to try and keep the move as covered as possible. Once to the door and a couple of his men around to the windows they let loose on the interior of the building. The four privates with him ran out of ammo just as he did, fearing reprocusions he just dropped his assault rifle and ripped his pistols from their mounts, his rifle sling catching it and pulling it into his chest. He kept his eyes moving about the inside, every thing that moved he popped a round at, if his glance over revealed no movement he still fired a few rounds off randomly to to be sure, all the while his squad reloading their rifles. He had almost fired off twelve .45 rounds over about four seconds when the first of his squad opened up with his Kar, McMillan shot off the last two rounds for good measure and slammed them back intro their holsters. Taking a firm grasp on his rifle and dropping the current empty mag and slamming a fresh one home, charging it to chamber a round and then he heard his tank let loose another round of to the northern most truck of the pair. McMillan pushed through some debris to enter the front part of the building and start noticing patches, MEDICS! he thought as he started to see the red crosses. WAFFENRUHE! WAFFENRUHE! SIE SIND MEDIZINER!" McMillan was a bit drawn back as the reality set in, they didn't all have the patches, he could only see one as of yet, but that was one too many.

He pulled one of his privates in by the collar, the rest of his men still keeping watch on everyone they could see inside and out. "Suchen Sie jeden, töten Sie jeden ohne ein Rotes Kreuz." McMilan said to the man as he glared, a third round from his tank blasting in the background. No one had told him that the town had a bunch of medics there. McMillan slung the man inward as he walked outside. Taking up what cover he could while his men went through the building. he knelt down and reloaded his hand cannons. He looked off and could see the Volksgrenadier rounding into the intersection and opening up on the building next to theirs. He replaced his pistols and watched his men move through the torn up building keeping his assault rifle raised to watch over them as best he could.


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Translations:
Brunnen ist wir, die sie lassen gehen, haben die ganzen Späßejungen!
Well are we going to let them have all the fun boys!

Stellen Sie Ein in jenes Gebäude, das weite nördliche Gebäude mit den Lastwagen dalängsseits, dann Drehung auf den Lastwagen. Erhalten Sie einen guten Blick auf ihnen, weil sobald Sie ab lassen, dass Sie bauend, durch Rauch mehr als wahrscheinlich werden feuern. Macht Sie ficken hat gelassen mich Mannschaft hinunter nicht, kommt jetzt zu ihm!
Put one in that building, the far northern building with the trucks alongside it, then turn on those trucks. Get a good view on them because as soon as you let off that building you will be fireing through smoke more than likely. Don't you fucking let me down crew, now get to it!

Nachdem wir anfangen, westlich zu drehen, bereitet sich vor, es ihnen Männer zu geben, Aufenthalt, der angeschlossen ist mit mir als am besten Sie kann, wird der Tank uns eine Decke geben aber dann die Aufgabenstürze auf uns, lässt nicht mich hinunter und gibt ‚Em Hölle!
Once we start to turn westward get ready to give it to them men, stay on line with me as best you can, the tank will give us some cover but then the task falls on us, don't let me down and give 'em hell!

WAFFENRUHE! WAFFENRUHE! SIE SIND MEDIZINER!
CEASE FIRE! CEASE FIRE! THEY ARE MEDICS!

Suchen Sie jeden, töten Sie jeden ohne ein Rotes Kreuz.
Search everyone, kill everyone without a red cross.

[∬: Erhard Strumfelder]

Moderation Post

Believe it or not, this Mod-mark is quite accurate, even if does resemble a film. This will really change the stakes guys.
I’ve had to cut your post short because of the extent of the mark. In your later post however, you can have some fun. But so far nobody inside the hall is unhurt.

SS-Sturmscharführer McMillan

• The tank’s first shot at the town hall was very accurate at such a short range, and struck just above the door with extreme force.
  
• The building’s front was blown to pieces, and the roof caved in, letting snow in, and severing the electric lighting inside. Many men were simply buried alive. Jagged metal and wood also flew in, ripping several men to pieces in an instant.
  
• The next shell was even more devastating, striking the northern tuck, close to the cab. The force of the blow tipped the truck onto his left side, as the white hot shrapnel set fire to the vehicle. A moment later, the fuel tank exploded, with all thirty five gallons of liquid.
  
• The fireball smashed into the other truck and hall. The hall’s side spontaneously combusted, and was blown inwards with the force.
  
• Simultaneously, the other truck was lifted into the air, now a flaming heap, and was thrown through the hall, tearing a path of destruction. It then exited, rolling over and over, before it exploded into the snow, raining down flaming debris. The debris has not set anything alight though.
  
• With smoke now pouring from the hall, the tanks final shots was a little high, and the shell landed on the rear of the building, demolishing the last remaining piece.
  
• The smoke grenade landed in front of the hall, but the smoke was blown northwards by the four knot wind, having no effect on the battle.
  
• The five Volkgrenadier’s shots did have some effect, and caught the British soldier in the shoulder, who was more interested in the tank breathing down on him and his friends. He took on bullet in the right shoulder, but it is only minor and will not result in detah if left.
  

Hauptmann Merhoff

• Disobeying their orders, the three men inside the burning building have finally decided to retreat from their position. They have kicked the door down, and are now stumbling around, trying to breathe. They will not be able to fight during the next Axis post.

Corporal Mason

• Inside the building when it was hit, the first round actually saved his life. It lifted him up like a ragdoll and crashed him into the centre of the hall. The force shattered his right elbow and broke his right arm, although the bone did not pierce the skin. He has been knocked around a bit, and has numerous small cuts and bruises, but isn’t too badly hurt.

Second Lieutenant Mitchell

• Positioned outside the hall, the tank round threw him forwards across the road, knocking away his helmet and weapon. However, worse was to come.
  
• As he clambered to his feat, with a few cut and bruises, the force and heat of the exploding truck hit him. He was thrown forwards, and into the steel juggernaut.
  
• His head struck the turret, nearly breaking his neck, before he bounced of and landed in the snow. He is still conscious, but has been hit hard in the skull, and cannot manipulate the left side of his body. Mitchell is confused, and is losing touch with reality. He has a broken right ankle and dislocated right shoulder, but cannot sense the pain. His injuries are not life threatening, but a medic’s touch would help him.
  

Allied Soldiers inside Hall

• Many of the soldiers are dead for various reasons, and all others have major wounds, which will kill them without attention.
  
• The eastern end of the hall has collapsed, and the men in that third have been buried under snow, and have limited oxygen.
  
• The western end is now on fire, and close to collapse, which will fall inwards on the middle section.
  
• The middle section, where Mason lies, has no roof, and the southern wall has been ripped away by the truck, giving the only possible escape route. Mason can try to help his friends escape, but the western wall will soon collapse, meaning he won’t have much time.

I would now generally recommend a retreat, but the Allied forces have been so badly decimated that retreat is near impossible. Mitchell will need help to escape, and Mason can try to, but without transport, he may fall to the elements, before he reaches the maps edge. It’s his choice.

Dan, can you also please remove JT’s smoke grenade for him?

Good luck guys.

- Strum


Updated Map

[♠ James F. Mason]

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Its two posts in one!

”Bloody Cowards...” muttered Private Jones beside James as they saw the Lieutenant and his men begin to pull out of the house across the way. Mitchell and the squad hurried across the road and stopped beside James momentarily. ” Just one tank, on the main road from the woods. If you keep it busy, I can stop it.” Mitchell told James. James looked up confused. ”Eh, shouldn’t it be the other way around? You keep it busy and I stop it?” He muttered, but Mitchell was already gone. The tank still hadn’t made a move yet and James took this opportunity to re-position himself. He dropped down onto his stomach and let the PIAT rest on its stand. This way it was more comfortable, more accurate and it made it easier to deal with the recoil from the powerful weapon.

Sounds echoed unpleasantly in the fog and it was difficult to tell which way they were coming from. Everyone in the town hall could easily hear the loud rumbling of the tank engine, but it could have been behind them or anywhere. The sound of the tanks main gun thumped through the air, followed quickly after by the sounds of a building flying all over the place. ”That’s the tank...” James muttered to himself gloomily. A few seconds later the sounds of the tank moving cut through the air. It was only moving for a couple of seconds, but James couldn’t help but think that it had moved a couple of seconds closer to him. ”Tracey just signalled that it went north” Enfield muttered from the window. James twisted the PIAT around so it faced straight ahead and his eyes strained into the fog. He could make out a bit of a dark shape just beside the house in front. Yes, there was the tank. The very front part of it peeked out from behind a house. He cursed to himself; he didn’t have a clear shot at it. If he tried to fire now the round would just bounce off the front and that would give away the fact that there was an AT squad in the village.

Mitchell sent a few men running around the town and he shuddered as two of them were gunned down by the enemy, their blood staining the snow. Then the tank made its move. It moved forward quickly, too quickly for James to aim properly and began to fire. For seconds the only thing James could see was blackness as he was propelled through the air and was slammed into the ground, along with a sickening crunch coming from his elbow. He heard screams coming from the men around him as they were crushed by falling snow, or simply torn to pieces by shrapnel. A matter of seconds later came another shot, making James wonder if it was actually a battery of artillery that was hitting them. Surely no tank crew could be that quick? Suddenly the wall right above him was ripped away as a large object propelled itself right through the building. Next came another tank shell directed at the building itself; this time hitting the back and severely injuring the men there who had avoided taking damage from the earlier shot.

James slowly tipped himself over onto his back, so he was able to look around. The hall was... Well, it was hard to even call it a building anymore. Lying on his back he was able to see the sky. The Town Hall has lost most of it’s as well. James looked to where he had been positioned. There were no doors or windows there anymore. There wasn’t even a wall, actually. The rubble had fallen to make a barrier about waist high, which was probably the only reason he hadn’t been ripped to shreds by the tanks Machine-gun or by small arms fire. As long as he didn’t stand up, they wouldn’t be able to see him. He cast his eyes around him to look for survivors. He found the Sergeant and a young private looking back at him from what was the west side of the building. Well, at least there was somebody left alive amid all the bloodied bodies. From what he could see the Sergeant had a bad wound in one of his shoulders and although there didn’t seem to be any blood on him, apart from scratches, he was holding his chest in a way that made James think something had fallen on him and broken a few ribs.

Looking at his two allies’ injuries made him suddenly look down at his own arm, which had turned a pale colour and didn’t look – or feel – entirely normal. It was probably broken. He reached into his uniform and pulled out a few little red pills; painkillers. He was about to swallow down all three before he realised that it would probably immobilise him. He didn’t want the pain, obviously, but he wasn’t just going to lie down and let the Germans take him prisoner. No, he was going to fight and try to retreat. He took just one of the pills. The wall above the Sergeant and Private gave a groan and James beckoned the two forward quickly before they were crushed. They crawled over and James handed the Private one of the pills; the Sergeant was tough; he could handle himself. James was about to open his mouth when a barely audible voice hissed his name.

Private Tracey had dropped to the ground as he took a bullet in his shoulder from a group of Germans that had just run up the street. Straight away, he began to crawl away from them, towards the building that the tank had decimated He reached a window and lifted up his head for a second the peer cautiously out. A group of about half a dozen men and a tank came to his eyes and he ducked back quickly before they saw him. He turned to another window, out of site of the Germans and hissed James’ name as he saw him right on the ground. James looked and he held up 5 fingers and pointed towards the front of the house. James gave a nod back. Next he held up another 5 fingers and pointed back to where he had come from. Doubt crossed James’ face for a second before he had an idea he reached to his belt and he grabbed a HE PIAT bomb. He held it in his hands and he mimed hitting the bottom hard off something and then he pretended to throw it.

Tracey caught on to what James was saying and he nodded. James tossed the bomb to Tracey with a light underarm throw and Tracey just about caught it. The Private dropped to the ground and crawled back to his original window. James grabbed a frag grenade and another HE shell and handed the grenade to the Sergeant and the shell to the Private he hurriedly whispered what the Private should do and then they crawled over to the missing wall, ready to toss them over once Private Tracey made his move. James quickly grabbed his PIAT which he had held onto as the tank shell struck and made his way to the side of the house. He made sure there was an AP round loaded and then he paused for a few seconds.

Private Tracey crouched beneath the window ledge and steadied himself for what he was about to do. He reached up with the bomb and whacked the back of it off the ledge, hitting the firing pin. He quickly stood up and tossed it (the bullets from the Germans had already broken the glass) into the group of men outside, before ducking down again. He stood up with his rifle when he heard the explosion and fired a few rounds into the men on the outside of the group, who were furthest away from the shell. Private Tracey’s actions in the house were meant to grab the soldier’s attention and the Private and Sergeant hoped it had worked. The Private whacked the bottom of the shell off a twisted piece of metal in front of him and he stood up and tossed it into the German’s below him. The Sergeant pulled the pin on his grenade, held it for two seconds, and then threw it down as well, before dropping down behind cover.

After hearing the grenade go off, James ducked around the corner and went into a prone position in the cold snow. He made sure that his good shoulder was the one that would take the recoil and he took aim at the turret of the tank, where the armour was very weak. He fired and quickly ducked behind the corner again, grabbed an AP shell and tried to load the PIAT as quickly as possible. The effective range of a PIAT was one hundred meters. He had fired it at more like 30; there was no way he could have missed. He turned around the corner and again went into a prone position on his stomach. He aimed at the tracks of the tank and fired. Just as he was firing a thought suddenly appeared in his head: That looks like a Churchill. Well if it was a Churchill or not, the Nazi swastika painted on the side left no room for doubt. After hearing James fire the Sergeant stood up fully with his Sten SMG in his arms. He aimed somewhat at the men on the ground (I’m just assuming... ) and made sure they were dead, by firing very short bursts into each of them. He hit the ground again and quickly reloaded.

The snow in front of the sergeant suddenly began to shake. He gave a little shout of alarm and scraped with his hands for a few seconds, until he found an arm, waving weakly. He grabbed the hand and pulled out a shivering Private Jones from the snow. ”We have to get moving” the Sergeant said, not giving the soldier a minute of rest. He lit a cigarette for the frostbitten Private and handed it to him as they began to move outside. Once James saw him he quickly handed over the last painkiller. The smouldering truck had flattened a small path in the snow, which they followed as they made their way to the road. They were joined by Tracey, via a window who told them to be careful when approaching the corner as he was unsure if he had successfully killed the group of Germans. James paused with the PIAT in his arms just before the corner. If he had listed to the reasoning voice in his head then he would have left it behind, but he couldn’t. He had owned the AT weapon for years and he wasn’t leaving it behind this time. He had no more PIAT shells on him, but Jones was usually the person who reloaded for him in battle and he passed James a high explosive shell. James hit the back of it hard against the corner of the house and threw it down the street to where the Volksgrenadiers were.

It exploded and the last survivors of the assault hurried out of the cold snow and onto the road. The bottom half of their trousers were soaked, even though they were only in the snow for a minute. They met the spectacle of a group of Germans acting like total lunatics, running around aimlessly for some reason. The Sergeant raised his SMG to his shoulder and popped off a few short bursts towards one of them and Private Tracey attempted to fire a shot with his rifle, but it probably missed due to his shoulder injury. The mad group hobbled down the road as quickly as they could – some of the healthier ones supporting weaker people.

*Attempt at Retreat*

OOC- Strum, if you have any problems understanding with what I have done then just tell me and I’ll try and explain. I know the map is a flipping mess, you will probably understand the post a lot better. The thick lines are grenades/PIAT bombs and the very thick line is James using the PIAT.

And why do I always write the long posts when I’m retreating?! 2000 words!

[∬: Erhard Strumfelder]

Moderation Post

First off Dan-boy, the PIAT couldn’t fire HE rounds as it was designed for anti-tank warfare. It had ironically been converted from a weapon which did fire HE shells. Anyway, to give a comparison, and HE round would have 20lbs of explosive, while a HEAT only has 3lbs. So you actions won’t be quite as effective as you hoped…

Corproal Mason

• Handing out one red pill and taking one himself, he has dulled the pain in his arm, as well as the arm itself. It’s numb, but would have been of even more hindrance without that pill.
  
• Private Tracey hit the firing pin of his round, which detonated the shells propellant, in his hand… It turned his hand into nothing more than a red mist, and inevitably the round dropped. The head struck the ground and Tracey then also became a nothing more than a red mist. In doing so, he did gain the Volksgrenadiers attention, as a massive hole was torn in the building.
  
• Making the same fatal mistake, the Private in the hall also detonated his firing pin. The force blew his hand to pieces and threw the Sergeant sideways as he prepared to throw his grenade. The PIAT shell dropped into the snow, which did not detonate the explosive.
  
• (I’ll change this bit if you want, but I thought you’d prefer it because it damaged less of your post). The Sergeant dropped the grenade the primed grenade into the snow, next to the maimed Private. Thinking fast, he threw himself over it. The grenade blew a large hole straight through the Sergeant’s chest. He died a few seconds later. He will later be awarded the MM.
  
• Firing the PIAT round form such a close range, it did indeed strike the Churchill. However, because the tank has been upgrade with camo paint, it was a harder target and the shell hit at an angle.
  
• The first round struck the armoured sheeting, which in short, saved the tank and crew. The HEAT round exploded prematurely, and peppered the side of the vehicle in shrapnel. The metal lumps weren’t strong enough to penetrate the thick armour. (Sorry Dan, but that’s why modern armies make such extensive use of it. The conditions didn’t help either.)
  
• Taking about twenty seconds to reload, this gave the Gemran forces infront of the tank ample time to set themsleves up, ready to return fire. As Mason moved around the corner to fire again, two bullets tore into his left shin. The shock pushed him backwrads, and the shell went flying into the air. Designed as a mortar the round sqreached down and exploded to the north of the German tank. The most northern German took a spray of shrapnel in his back, but the wounds are minor and are just a slight hinderance.
  
• Considering I’m feeling nice, but the Sergeant is dead, Private Jones emerged from the snow himself.
  
• The final painkiller helped the Private, and he’s feeling far better.
  
• (Oh… I’m writing this as I read your post, and I see you’ve made the mistake yourself…) Detonating the firing pin and the propellant, Corporal has injured his other hand, or simply blown it. The two Privates with him dropped to the ground as the round flew high up into the air, before dropping like a mortar round on the road. Mason, who was more concerned with the pain in his now none existent hand than the shell, took several lumps of shrapnel in the torso.
  
• The force of the blow knocked him down into the snow, and he now has two broken ribs, and is losing blood quickly. He is still conscious, but is very tired and will soon slip away.
  
• The two Privates with him fared slightly better. Jones has been hit in the left leg, and can’t move the muscles, although he can crawl. He still has his weapon and can use it despite, a bad stomach wound. He needs help before Mason’s next post, or will die. The same applies to the other Private, who is missing his hand, and took a splinter in the leg from the tanks attack on the hall. However, this NPC has lost his weapon, and couldn’t fire it either, seeing as he now has one hand…
  
• Recieving no Medical Attention, Private Clarke has died. Unless he is seen to by a German, Private Brown will die at the end of Jonas' post.
  

I’m not really sure what to say. You were so close, but that one last dig at the Volksgrenadiers cost you your retreat. I really suggest trying to get some help now, and surrendering. Cut your losses. Just a little tip, but it’s best to read a bit up on the PIAT first, before going into battle. Your moves would have been legal and worked, if you hadn’t detonated the firing pins.
Sorry Dan.


- Strum

Updated Map

[Jonas Merhoff]

First Squad executed their orders perfectly, along with Second Squad who had provided them with excellent covering fire. The plan had been fulfilled but fell to pieces when the houses was set on fire due to a Molotov cocktail as well as Dolf dying to protect the rest of the men. Jonas was angered as his men stumbled out of the house choking for air. They were no use for now, they needed to strike again to finish off the decimated remnants of the allies to secure the town.

Signaling across the street, the two Privates pulled back to the woods. The Hauptmann cussed, for he had lost his Sergeant in a feeble counter-attack by the Allies which only drove them further back. Now they were all wounded, awaiting for their doom. They would be of value though, Jonas couldn't just slaughter them all. They would be captured in honor of the 2nd SS Panzer Division or the 21st Panzer Division.

Making their way onto the street, they reinforced the Volksgrenadiers just as explosions began to erupt. 3 to be exact. Once they had reached their destination, they witnessed a man blow himself to pieces with a PIAT round which he planned to prime and hurl at the Volksgrenadiers. Jonas chuckled, they were killing themselves now. "Berg , Kraut Kellen , Gabelfrühstücke , und Yohann fort mich. Das Übrige ihrer ausspannen und Streifen alle dieser Menschen über ihre Ausrüstung. Falls Sie haben ein Gelegenheit , bringe Sie Rücken zur Aula so wir könnt eingeben Sie medizinisch Abruf. Falls Sie can't. Ausgang ihre Elend. Verständigen Sturmscharfuhrer McMillan zu Versand einige Menschen zu fortmachen die Aula und versichern es ist still fähig zu vertragen."

Jonas's squad of 6 all trained their weapons on the 3 wounded Brits ahead. One of them was missing his hand and seriously wounded, another was also missing his hand but not as wounded, and the third only had taken a hit in his leg and still had his rifle. If he even attempted to shoot with it, his men would mow him down. Jonas raised his beautiful Kar 98 up to his chest and trained it on the man. Attempting his best English possible he shouted, "Drop your veapon right now or die!" The line of men began to march forward. The two on the ends looked outward to make sure no one was taking a shot at them. On the left they watched a Volksgrenadier shoot a burning Brit then move on to help the men from the flaming building and on the right they watched one take away a Brit's weapon and drag him back to the town hall. The 4 in the middle moved forward into a more of a V formation towards the wounded men. By this point, if the man hadn't dropped his rifle or was moving with it, they would have shot him.

Berg approached first, his MP40 ready to spray into the 3 men followed by Herbert and Kellen who kicked away their rifles. Jonas was standing in the middle of the crossroads away from the wounded soldiers. He ordered Bruno to collect the weapons, especially the precious PIAT, and carry them back to town hall where they would gather the weapons to take home. He also stripped the Corporal of his grenade, pistol, pills, shovel, smokes, and knife and handed them to the Sergeant to carry. Then the Captain instructed Herbert, Kellen, and Yohann to carry them back to the town hall as carefully as possible. Sergeant Berg joined Jonas as his side as they made the trek back to the hall to meet up with McMillan.

When they arrived they found four Privates laid out on stretchers recovered from the wreck receiving mediocre medical attention to keep them alive while they were prepared to be shipped out. A Lieutenant and Corporal were receiving the most attention, both in bad condition and the most valuable. Most of the men gathered behind the tank and near the wounded prisoners to watch them as a few men tended to their wounds. The Sergeants had their weapons steadied, ready to spray a burst into any of them that moved and the 2 Volksgrenadiers aiding the men had stripped away all their weapons in case they were attacked for their weapon. The Privates had also readied their weapons on the wounded. They had formed a weapon cache away from the wounded men which would be packed up and taken back to Germany as well. 2 of the Privates from McMillan's squad had been dispatched to clear out the town hall and secure it. 2 Volksgrenadiers had also been ordered to clear out the last two buildings and check it for men and explosives.

Jonas was smiling a little as he strut over to the Sturmscharfuhrer. Victory. "Das hast du sauber hingekriegt Feldwebel , das hast du sauber hingekriegt. Du und ich ihrer Menschen tat ein Bußgeld Aufgabe noch heute nehmend dieser Straßenkreuzungen. herzlichen Glückwunsch" The wounded men were going to be taken back into German lines shortly for treatment, as well as the corpses of the Brits... and the two Germans who had lost their lives. The weapons would serve as trophies back home. Both the Corporal, Lieutenant, and British Privates had been stripped of all weapons, equipments, and possessions. Victory tasted so sweet as he stood next to his new ally looking out upon the men as they prepared for reinforcements.

Translations:

Berg, Herbert, Kellen, Bruno, und Yohann fort mich. Das Übrige ihrer ausspannen und Streifen alle dieser Menschen über ihre Ausrüstung. Falls Sie haben ein Gelegenheit , bringe Sie Rücken zur Aula so wir könnt eingeben Sie medizinisch Abruf. Falls Sie can't. Ausgang ihre Elend. Verständigen Sturmscharfuhrer McMillan zu Versand einige Menschen zu fortmachen die Aula und versichern es ist still fähig zu vertragen.
- "Berg, Herbert, Kellen, Bruno, and Yohann on me. The rest of you spread out and strip all these men of their equipment. If they have a chance, bring them back to the hall so we can give them medical attention. If they can't... end their misery. Inform Sturmscharfuhrer McMillan to dispatch a few men to clear out the hall and insure it is still able to stand. "

"Das hast du sauber hingekriegt Feldwebel , das hast du sauber hingekriegt. Du und ich ihrer Menschen tat ein Bußgeld Aufgabe noch heute nehmend dieser Straßenkreuzungen. herzlichen Glückwunsch"
- "Well done Sergeant, well done. You and your men did a fine job today taking these crossroads. Congratulations."

[∬: Erhard Strumfelder]

Moderation Post

Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, CLICK!

Hauptmann Merhof

• Realising capture will mean food, warmth, and medical attention, the three men including Mason have surrendered.
  
• The burnt Private has been shot in the head, and was killed instantly.
  
• Private Brown was unconscious, and therefore did not drop his rifle. Mistaken in the darkness, the Volksgenadiers opened fire as one. Brown didn’t take the four bullets in the back well, and is now nothing more than a bloody corpse.
  
• Stripping the Corporal down, you only obtained; PIAT, pistol, smokes, shovel, and knife. The grenade killed the Sergeant in the previous post (has yet to be removed), and pills have also all been used (have yet to be removed).
  
• Although the flaming back wall collapsed, the amount of snow and ice has helped to contain it and it had died.
  
• Apart from those shot, no more men have died.
  
• The north eastern building has exploded , throwing out wood, flames and snow (amazingly, this was exactly when it was meant to detonate). The only thing remotely close was the tank, which now has lumps of burning debris sitting on the hull. It will soon burn out and do not lasting damage.
  

Axis Victory!

A very interesting battle, I think we must all agree. To be completely honest, I think it was a combination of Axis tactics (I could see you’d done some talking which certainly helped), and how poorly the Allies put up a defence. You seemed to suddenly forget you had more than enough equipment to rip the Churchill in two, and your defence was simply reacting to the German moves, something you should never put yourself in the position of. You also made very stupid and silly mistakes, not reading prior posts, and doing proper research (I know it was accidental Dan, but it was nobody else’s fault). I suppose you paid for it though…. There will be more CP issued in these battles because they are bigger and require more concentration.

Objectives:
Allied:
Prevent the capture of the four central buildings situated around the cross roads for twenty posts. OB 1 Failed!
Do not let the village hall be captured for twenty posts. OB 2 Failed!
3. Parked behind the village hall are two trucks, each with a ten man capacity (the medics will be using up the other space). Use these to escape via the western end of the main road. If they are destroyed, you can flee by foot. A member unit must drive each one. OB 3 Failed!

Axis:
Seize or destroy the four central buildings situated around the cross roads within twenty posts. At least two buildings must survive. OB 1 Failed!
Capture the village hall within twenty posts. Half-Failed! (the hall was all but destroyed)
Stop the Allied troops escaping. OB 3 Completed!

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Just a note here guys for future reference, but this is how CP will be awarded through the build-up battles:

25CP – Per completed objective.
15CP – Per Half-ailed Objective
10CP – Per Failed Objective
0-20CP – Bonus (At mod-markers discretion)

Statistics:
Allies:
Enemies KIA: 2
Enemies MIA/POW: 0
Friendly KIA: 10
Friendly MIA/POW: 5

Axis:
Enemies KIA: 10
Enemies MIA/POW: 5
Friendly KIA: 2
Friendly MIA/POW: 0

Hauptmann Merhoff: 60CP
I’m very pleased with your actions and you commanded your men well, although some were nearly set on fire. You planned well and were a good commander, executing the building assault perfectly. However, some objects were neglected, which would have been easy to achieve, and therefore you lost valuable CP.
You acquired:
- James Mason
- Shovel
- Issue Knife
- PIAT
- Webley Pistol
- Smokes
- James Mason’s CP
- 2 Private NPC’s

Sturmscharführer McMillan: 65CP
A good commander, using the tank to the best of your abilities, and carefully thinking out your moves. Your men won the battle, and therefore you receive more CP than your counter part. However, you did loose CP because of neglecting objectives. I suggest a promotion, considering you have won several previous battles.
You acquired:
- Aaron Mitchell
- Frag Grenade
- Smokes
- Beer
- Issue Knife
- Private NPC

Corporal Mason: 0CP (POW!)
You can receive no CP as you are now a prisoner of the 21st Panzer Division. However, I feel you didn’t take a fully active role as a member until your final post. You already missed one post, but I get the feeling you felt you were just the PIAT man, while each NPC was equipped with Gammon grenades, capable of destroying the tank en masse. You could of performed far better and you took a relax role. Because you didn’t become involved with your CO’s actions, you were at the mercy of his incompetence. You cannot participate in any more build-up battles, as per the rules.

Second Lieutenant Mitchell: 0CP (POW!)
What to say, eh? You made several major mistakes and did not take the amount of command which your rank requires you to. Your moves were not thought through, and you did not plan or execute your actions well. While you were meant to hold five positions, you gave four up, and then gathered your men in one block, where you could be blown to pieces! I supposed you paid for it though. You are now a prisoner of the 2nd SS Panzer Division. You cannot participate in any more build-up battles, as per the rules.

Can a Global Mod or Danny please issue the acquired items. The new owner may either keep all the items, or trade their CP Value in, and have that added to their profile. They may not sell certain items, and keep the rest. Can Jonas and JT please inform a staff member of their choice. When the transaction has been made, please will the staff member edit this section of the post and confirm it.

Final Battle Bonus:
Axis Victory: Gain an extra platoon of Volksgrenadier NPC Units. (30 men)

The next sign-up will open in a weeks time, and the battle will start a week after that. Good luck.

-Strum

[PuNk! ™]

Wow...
In all fairness, I understand this battle was meant to be won by the Axis forces and the Allied retreated, but I can't help feeling a little pity for Dan/Nathan; Particularly as they've just lost their entire inventory and been taken as POWs.

I'm failing to see how dying in these battles is okay (doesn't effect your character's life on this website, out of this battle), but being taken POW is far worse? Then again, if you died here, I guess your body could be piliaged. Just can't help feeling this battle was very much doomed from the start. Then again, I guess a lack of communication/tactics on behalf of Dan and Nathan are to blame - just can't help feeling sorry for two people who've lost everything, it's a shame, as two prosperous accounts have basically been wiped clean.

Anyway, I didn't want to post in this thread talking about those matters; I have just realised something really bad and it's going to affect my Epic Battle. 2nd LT Mitchell was actually fighting in Tobruk and he should never have been allowed to join this battle, as he's already tied up in my battle. Although in both of our battles it states members can die and not suffer concequences, my battle actually means it; For instance.

If a member dies, they don't lose any of their weaponry or items. They just forefit any winnings towards the end. Whereas I thought the same rule applied here - obviously not? Which is why I'm concerned. As now, the Tobruk Campaign of mine has been sent flat on it's face.

No-One touch Dan/Nathan's accounts please, regarding the issuing of weaponry or items from their accounts. I want to try and get this inconsistancy sorted first. If that's ok with everyone?

So Strum; Your terms for these battles are - Members can lose their equipment, but if they die, it doesn't matter? I just need to make sure, because really, a major flaw has been accomplished here and it's practically jeapodised my brief Epic-Battle that was on-going. Not really happy with Nathan signing up for two battles, when he was already in one, but at the same time, I thought your terms were alike mine. If members died, it didn't matter, same with being taken POW, it didn't affect their website status... But you've obviously shown it does?

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*Edit*

In all seriousness, this is a big flaw.
If it wasn't for our negotiations about member deaths being alright in these battles (what happens in the campaign, stays in the campaign) I wouldn't have bothered to have posted here; As crap happens, but I do remember talking to you about it, because I displayed a strong concern for some of these battles being very lop-sided. Orientated for either the Axis or Allied to win and I didn't see that being much of a fair fight, if members could lose their heads over it.

Sorry, but I don't see how I can allow their entire accounts to be taken POW upon the website it's self, when we clearly said, member deaths wouldn't affect their board status. I'm finding it hard to fathom out in my head right now. Ideally, they should just be made excempt from the rest of the Epic-Campaign. Not proclaimed POWs upon the website it's self. What's the point of no member-deaths then? Seems rather pointless.

Just need some explaining, because I thought we had an agreement when we were negotiating these battles. Again, if it wasn't for us actually coming to some sort of agreement, I wouldn't bother sticking up for Dan/Nathan, it's their own loss, but right now, I think they've been cheated - I feel a little cheated by what's happened?

Hopefully we can get this sorted, so we can untangle this unforeseen mess.

~Danny

[Nathan Whyte]

Just one suggestion. As a bonus for the captors, they get our gear, but they don't actually get us. If memory serves me, I'm sure I read somewhere that at this stage of the war, the German's weren't actually taking prisoners due to a lack or resources, so, me and Dan are to be considered dead for the rest of the campaign?

Just my two cents...

[PuNk! ™]

Well, personally, I thought Member deaths were out of the question; Taking them as POW, is still basically killing them on the website, if a ransom isn't paid? Seriously, where does the logic link-up!? It's a big flaw and I spoke to Strum about these conditions, because I didn't want orientated battles (where either the Axis or Allied were meant to win) cost the head/s of members.

That's just unfair. War isn't fair, I know, but I'm looking out for member security and foreplaying in something you know you're gonna' lose - but then realise, you can actually die over it, isn't very warming.

I've suggested Bonus CP be handed out for POW/Member deaths, but whatever happens, Mitchell & Dan's accounts should not be riddled to death as this is one key factor I have strictly negotiated with Strum before these were hosted. I would hate to draw up old PMs just to show that we did agree members couldn't die from these. As I've said, taking them as POWs is still killing them, as you're practically going to execute them. Erm, hello?

Anyway, we'll get this sorted I'm sure. Just feel a bit gobsmacked this has happened? Or was going too...
~Danny

[∬: Erhard Strumfelder]

I've sent you a PM regarding this, Danny.

Basically, you will never be killed in the campaign. Your death will never be modded. However, there is an increased chance of you becoming a POW because of the consitions of the time; if you get shot and wounded, there are very few places to go.

I admit this was an unforseen loophole, but with what I've proposed to Danny, it should be simple rectified.

[PuNk! ™]

I've replied; Should get this sorted by tonight/later.
So those of you awaiting your winnings, bare patience, they'll be distributed real soon.
~Danny

[PuNk! ™]

All CP has been Issued!
~Danny

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

I hate to seem picky, but Mitchell's Thompson was not listed in the mod mark with his equipment, any specific reason why we can't take that from him as well should his ransom be paid?

-JT

[∬: Erhard Strumfelder]

It was lost in the battle, and flew off into the snow. So I s'pose he really shouldn't have it either.