Here Be Sand - Battle

[Nicholas Ealing]

Isn't it Franz's post next?

[Franz Walters]

Franz was now deep in the battle. His shoulder hurt, but not as much, thanks to his commander, Strumfelder. "Thank you, Herr Unterärtzlichführer." Franz's thought was getting dry, but that wouldn't stop him. He had a plan, and he wanted to impress Strumfelder. He walked over to the Private that was next to the MGer, and grabbed him. "Look, your coming with me." Franz told him. The MGer looked over, and spoke, "Me?" "Nah, not you, him. You stay on the MG42. If you fire, make sure not to overheat it. Remember," What Franz was about to say, made Franz hope he wouldn't pressure the MGer, so he said it in a calm voice. "Remember, we are trusting you. Just be careful not to over heat it, and make every shot count. Alright, now with you. Follow me.” Franz put his Kar98 up over the trench, keeping crouched down low, and climbed out, getting some sand in his eyes. He rubbed it out, grabbed his Kar98, and assisted the following Private. Taking a final check, he made sure that it wasn't the one on the MG42."Alright, stay this far from me. I know where the mines are planted, but just to be safe, if one of us is to hit a mine, the other won't be severely injured." Franz made sure that they moved apart from each other, about ten meters, but not too far to help each other if they were fired at. They walked, crouched low, at the same angle, going south, and finally, made it past to the north east corner of the building where the Bren gunner was just killed. They entered from the eastern window on the front of the building. He motioned for the soldier following him to crawl down. Franz started crawling to the Bren. He grabbed it. It was a little cold, even in this terrain, and was covered in blood was from the dead soldier. He motioned for the soldier to come up to him, and then moved to what was the door. Looking around Franz spoke, "Damn, these mortars do a lot. Okay, back on topic. Move here. Wait, slide over." Franz crouched down, and put the bipod of the Bren on a large piece of debris. Franz lined the iron sights of this cold Bren up to the Americans. There was blood over the sights, but Franz didn't care. Why would he? He had just seen a Brit latterly blown to shreds. "Alright, Let's dance. Fire at the Americans over there. Keep low and fire five shots." Lining up the sights perfectly, he aimed the foresight of the Bren up with the head of their commander. He sprayed the whole area in one long, controlled burst. He then fired in several shot ones of three bullets, suppressing the Americans as good as he could. Bullet after bullet came out. But Franz still thought the MG42 was the better gun. The bullets blazed to where they were shot, as the soldier behind him kept keeping low and firing his well aimed bullets. He finally heard a Click! Click, Click! The Bren was empty. Beside him he heard the falling of empty cartridges. Five, to be exact. The soldier was crouched down while firing. He then pulled the stock out, removed the clip, and placed a fresh one in, then pushed the stock back, and slapped down the bolt. After this, He felt a hand grab his shirt. It was Franz, who already had his Kar98 back in hand. "Lets go!" Franz ordered. He rushed over to the other side of the building and crouched down, aiming to the corner. The bewildered Private didn't know what to do, but Franz tapped on his shoulder, and showed him where to aim. And so the Private did. Franz was ready for anything, and waited for something to happen. "Keep your wits soldier. Your doing good. Just stick with me, obey my commands, and we should be fine." Franz felt like him and the soldier may end up being good friends. But, he didn't be all excited, due to the possibility of being attacked.

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

Moderation Post:

OK, I guess I'm just gonna have to be blunt in the marks I make from now on, this isn't the first time something I thought was obvious wasn't, the Bren gun should have been totaled, my mistake, but I can't hold that against you.

The following actions have been made:

- Franz and his fellow PVT, were able to make the move to the recently disturbed building unchallenged.

- Manning the Bren gun that lay idle once owned by the deceased Brit, heavy surprise fire has befell the Allies.

- The first spat of rounds, directed toward the commander, could not have been prepared for, Ealing has taken a round straight through his upper left bicep, shattering the bone, the remaining muscles are all that keep your arm attached, the Private next to you was hit as well when everyone hit the dirt, took a round through the lower abdomen, messed his intestines all to pieces and slammed into the back of his pelvic bone, you are both in intense pain, the PVT being the worse off of the two, he needs attention, but it's not life threatening...yet.

- Here is the catch, the Allied sniper was the closest to the Axis move, and once his enemy opened fire, well his first shot was too easy for him, he placed it easily, even with the slight burns, at a short distance, right through the PVTs armpit, his arm having been extended for the reload of the Bren gun, it pierced through both lungs, almost cut his heart in half, broke three ribs, one coming in, two going out, and smashed into the butt-stock of the Bren gun, he's dead, the Bren gun has been damaged,,,but can still be operated.

- Franz, having already been wounded, pulled the Bren gun back with himself into a corner, he is very very worried about his situation, lucky for him the sniper hasn't realized that bullets can possibly penetrate the walls of the already damaged building. Franz is watching the opening closely to see what will happen next.

Next Post: Ealing

-JT

P.S. alright I will put it this way, I'd say it's about even now, the Axis just have the better location and indirect fire support, but as I said before, you guys lead your own men, I'll only advise you of immanent member deaths.

[Franz Walters]

OOC- Oh, Snap! Sorry guys, I didn't realize about the maps. Here they are

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[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

BOO-YA!


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-JT



****EDIT****

Hard to tell, but the Axis PVT that was with Walters has been "x'd" out as he is dead, Walters is still wounded, and the two Allied wounded are the two furthest from the eastern facing windows.

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

Ealing it has been over a week, closer to two weeks now, give me a post in the next couple of days or I will have to skip your turn in the round.

-JT

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

Sorry Ealing, but I have to keep this moving, you have had ample time.

Strum you're up!

-JT

[∬: Erhard Strumfelder]

This was total war, with bullets being exchanged by both sides. But these Allied dogs could not, and would not take a hint. Strumfelder would destroy them, rip them apart totally. That’s what they wanted, and that’s what they would receive. He tactic would be simple. He could see several British soldiers all huddled around the rear of a building roughly one hundred metres away. He had to simply shatter them. Numbers were about even now and he had to deal one final cataclysmic blow to finish this battle. Then he would destroy the Americans in the south. He had to prevent the two halves uniting together, because one coordinated push could break their backs. He had to finish both and throw whatever he had at them.

Strumfelder looked towards his mortar crews, and pointed towards the collection of British soldiers. “Unbekannte Anzahl feindliche Maßeinheiten, Strecke: vierhundert Meter, Rückseite des Nordgebäudes, Feuer für Effekt, eine Minute.” He shouted out rather loudly. He could not be bothered to go through all the measurements. Last time his rounds had fallen short and he decided to give the crews a chance to alter their own fire if needed. They at least knew where they were aiming for.

He then cocked his assault rifle and quickly left the small shell scrape, and jogged to the main trench, before taking a sharp right and crouching down beside the MG gunner. “Unbekannte Anzahl feindliche Maßeinheiten, Strecke: drei hundert Meter, innerhalb des Gebäudes, schnelles Feuer, gesamter Gurt.” The man nodded before aiming down the sights of the weapon and opening fire. He fired in short five second bursts, allowing five seconds for the barrel to cool before firing again for another five seconds. The sights lined up with the small house in the distance which glistened in the morning sun. He had a clear line of sight and the tripod removed the issue of recoil. So long as the bullets were on target, they would slice through the adobe. Five hundred rounds spat out of the weapon at over twenty rounds a second. After he’d finished the first belt, he waited for ten seconds before loading the next belt and continuing. By this time, Strumfelder had moved back to his mortars.

The men looked tired and slightly thirsty. “Nehmen Sie ein schnelles Getränk nach diesem. Unbekannte Anzahl feindliche Maßeinheiten, drei hundert und Zwanzig Meter, innerhalb des kleinen Gebäudes, Feuer für Effekt, eine Minute.” The mortar teams set to work, and within a minute, another seventy two rounds were high into the air at the enemy units. Strumfelder had never planned to use this amount of force, but these Allied men begged for it and he wanted to wipe them from the Earth. Nothing would remain.

Translations
“Unbekannte Anzahl feindliche Maßeinheiten, Strecke: einhundert Meter, Rückseite des Nordgebäudes, Feuer für Effekt, eine Minute.”
~ Unknown number of enemy units, range: one hundred metres, rear of north building, fire for effect, one minute.

“Unbekannte Anzahl feindliche Maßeinheiten, Strecke: drei hundert Meter, innerhalb des Gebäudes, schnelles Feuer, gesamter Gurt.”
~ Unknown number of enemy units, range: three hundred metres, inside building, rapid fire, two entire belts.

“Nehmen Sie ein schnelles Getränk nach diesem. Unbekannte Anzahl feindliche Maßeinheiten, drei hundert und Zwanzig Meter, innerhalb des kleinen Gebäudes, Feuer für Effekt, eine Minute.”
~ Take a quick drink after this. Unknown number of enemy units, three hundred and twenty metres, inside small building, fire for effect, one minute.

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

Moderation Post:

The following actions have been made:

- Well I've never modded a battle with so much firepower, thanks for the chance

- Strum, one problem here, although I failed to add it to the map, you did deploy smoke in the northern sector, still that wouldn't change that you knew that the enemy was there at some point.

- Given the lack of visibility on the targets, they still fired a large amount of mortars, but were unable to adjust accordingly, the Allies to the north, although extremely lucky to have made it out unharmed, have all but given up the fight, their enemy has claimed too many lives and continues to rain all out hell upon them, they are demoralized beyond belief, will not fight, will not take orders, and are ready to walk away at a moments notice.

- The MG gunner executed his operation well, given he wasn't an MG gunner. Many many rounds impaled into the southwestern building, even though small it wasn't very difficult to hit the target. The healthy PVT in the north of the small structure sustained a pair of rounds, one through his right shoulder, the second through his neck, severing his jugular, his lungs are rapidly filling with blood and he will indeed drown, he cannot be saved.

- The rest of the Allies in the same building, as best they could, began moving to the south to avoid any further injuries, the incoming mortars all but deafened them, but have destroyed the building, it's only a pile of dust, and the grave fro the drowning man.

- Although they saved themselves from further harm, they too will not fight and will leave given the chance, but will take longer as many of them are wounded.

- Then there is the sniper, the lone wolf of the small groups of Allies, the only man left with any hint of morale, having scored a kill he is more than ready to press the fight...he is just unaware that the rest of his team is far from the same feeling, unless he is spoken with, he will remain on the battlefield when the rest of the men leave.


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Next Post: Mitchell

-JT

[♠ Aaron Mitchell]

This was not good. Not good at all. The German mortars were tearing them to pieces, no compassion at all. Lieutenant Mitchell would almost have preferred to have had the Germans take part in an all out charge; at least they would be on level ground then.

He wiped a bead of sweat from his brow as he looked to his motley crew, a pair of privates and a Sergeant, checking their weapons hadn’t been screwed by the sand. There was no use, short of having a whole platoon he didn’t want to charge that trench. They’d have to fall back.

”Sergeant. Take these lads back tell base to get the medics on standby, we could have some wounded. I’m going to get the message out. Go, quickly.” Mitchell said this in a flat, defeated tone.
”But Sir-“
”A-ba-ba-ba-bap. No, go, that’s an order soldier.”
Grudgingly, the trio turned tail and started running through the sand, determined on getting home safely.

Twisting his Thompson on to his back and tightening the strap, he started moving through the sand, his leather boots slicing through the soft earth.

***

One shot. All I need is one shot and I can take out this bastard. I can take out these mortars. I just need one bloody shot.

Kay had taken half a moment to push down his sleeves to cover his whole arm. He had a pair of thin leather half-gloves on his hands and lay down in the warm sand once again, making sure his skin was insulated from it. He pulled the scope to his eye, and peered towards the trench.

He took a moment to glance towards the rest of his team, and saw a slightly disturbing scene. Men were retreating, and Mitchell was making a sprint down field. Snapping his head back around, he squinted towards the trench. A selection of helmeted heads could be seen from defenders and lined up with them, waiting for a momentary pause and squeezing, letting a small piece of death spit out before working the bolt, and readjusting his aim. He repeated the process before picking himself up, turning, and started to wear out his boots.

***

A brief smile flashed across Mitchell as the sniper turned and started running. Looking towards the buildings he decided that Ealing could deal with his own men. Hopefully they would get the message and retreat, but there wasn’t much Mitchell could do, especially with two machine guns keeping the area pinned. Upping his pace, he turned to the river and leapt. His feet splashed water at the far end, but he carried on running, stumbling slightly as he regained his balance. He new some Americans at least had been in the hut ahead, and he could try and help them. As he came around the rubble, he was met with a three of them, although one wounded.

Nodding briefly at them, panting, he swung his head west, towards home. The Corporal nodded and moved to the wounded guy and put him in to a fireman’s lift. Together, the men moved away from the carnage.

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[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

Moderation Post:

The following actions have been made:

- First, Allied common sense has reared it's head for once in a long while.

- Mitchell, his three men in the north, the sniper and Ealings remaining men have all retreated, due to Rhys absence and that he also missed a round of posting, I don't think anyone would object to my modding of his retreat as well, but it's up to you guys.

- The sniper's first shot barely missed, his second, well he had no target for as they all hugged their own knees so as to stay alive.

Stats and CP issue:

VICTORY

- Strum - 9 kills, all from mines or mortars, lost three PVTs. Well executed, sound tactics, relentless assault of your enemy 45CP. You also had a cameraman, I don't think there is a better battle to have had one for, 18NPCs due to his glorious footage.

- Walters - 2 kills, both while mounted on the MG, 0 losses. to be honest for a new guy you did a pretty good job 25CP

DEFEAT

- Mitchell[/b] - 3 kills, all from the sniper, 7 losses including a CPL and the Bren Gunner. Just couldn't seem to get a chance to pull anything off, face it, your enemy bested you...both. 20CP

- Ealing - 0 kills, 4 losses. Again, just never had the chance to execute any manauvers 15CP

Strum, you will need to pay for the replacememnt of your MG gunner 10CP



Great battle guys, well in certain aspects anyway.

Rhys PM me if you do not wish to retreat...since I've added all this up I'll probably tell you to just be happy you are alive and leave it be.

-JT[/color]