The Fatherland Has Fallen

[Adelbert Van Cordlent]

Germany had been taken over with a large curtain. The men that remain were scared and un certain about what was needed to be done to save there country. Most of the men didn’t want to take part of this war but seeing as there leader and great master Adolf Hitler had come to them the Germans felt as if they were needed to fight in this war that wasn’t looking so good for them. The worst part about this was that the fatherland had fallen and wasn’t getting back up. The Americans and Russians had struck through the defenses on both sides of Germany and were running through them fast. It wasn’t really unknown of what was going to happen but it still seemed as if everything was in a fog. What ever were these young soldiers to do now?

Adelbert sat in the room right near the window in a small wooden chair with a nicely laced cushion. Blue with white flowers and white lace. Whoever had lived in this house loved the color blue and white flowers as the walls were all blue and then splattered with white flowers looking as if you just walked into a florist of small white flowers that loved the color blue.

The rain pitter pattered on the small cottage like house almost as if god was trying to calm the young German men down that sat inside. There really wasn’t anything to be unsure about as they were safe in the house they only had to look out the windows and check the doors every few minutes to make sure there wasn’t any movement around them.

Finally one of them spoke up to ease the quiet and dull rain that hit above there heads ”How long must we stay In this house?” He asked Adelbert.

To be honest Adelbert was unsure. There wasn’t a time limit for them in the house like they were all sitting in time out for Germany. Adelbert thought long and hard. ”Well. It’s raining. And we are supposed to be out there scouting. Instead we stay in hear to keep dry.” Adelbert turned back to the window to watch the rain once more.

[Sergey Anatkin]

Bright red: Praporschik Sergey Anatkin
Bright yellow: Efreitor Chaschbaataryn Tsagaanbaatar
Dark red: Soviet Conscripts

The heavy rain had started around three hours ago and still huge drops of water used to loudly trickle down on the cobbled road, drowning nearly any other sounds. The surrounding area had already turned into a big, groundless puddle of mud. Strained trying to stay as silent as possible, four dark figures moved towards the outside walls of a small, slightly damaged country house. The men were using every possible shelter to their advantage, disappearing in the shadows for short moments every now and then. Suddenly, a fast movement of an arm and a hushed whistle from one of the men made the whole group nearly simultaneously stop and suddenly all of the men were diving down on the wet, muddy ground. Those dark shapes belonged to the men of a Russian patrol, sent into the no man's land between the fronts, to scout out the enemy and maybe even bring back a prisoner or two.

Aiming his PPS directly at the shadows, he had believed to have seen coming around the corner of the small building, Sergey was only seconds away from pulling the trigger of his MP. In the very last moment, the Soviet NCO had been able to recognize the shapes of a haggard bush, that's branches were peacefully whipping in the wind. Relieved for the moment, the Russian silently released his breath to relax his nerves a bit, while still staying fully focused on the area around him. Only a few meters behind him, three more soldiers were trying to press their bodies as deep into the mud as possible, silently waiting for their leader to move on.

After the area around the small house had stayed silent for another few minutes, Sergey continued to carefully crawl toward the building. A short look to his back made him see Efreitor Chaschbaataryn Tsagaanbaatar aim his Mosin Nagant rifle directly at the, completely black appearing window. The huge built Mongolian wore a very concentrated and hard expression on his face, with small rills of water running down from his steel helmet all over it. Assured of his men providing some covering fire if needed, Sergey slowly continued to crawl until he had reached the outside wall of the building. Very careful, he took off his own helmet and placed it on the ground besides him, before the Russian pressed himself up a bit, to be able and take a fast peek through the small, dark window. Nothing suspect was to be seen inside the small house, that appeared to be completely abandoned at all. The former inhabitants seemed to have left their home within a hell of a hurry, as the house seemed still full of all the things of the daily life. The small table, that stood right in the middle of the room even had a charming, red tablecloth twitted on it. On one of the walls, Sergey could discover one of the, typical oil- portraits of Hitler, that he had already seen in a lot of other German homes before. Seemingly, the Germans had liked to have their Führer hanging in their living rooms, just as his Russian fellows did with Papa Stalin.

With bouncing his right arm up into the sky, Sergey signaled the rest of his small recon patrol to unclose to him. Immediately the other three soldiers used to get up and vastly moved toward the empty appearing building. Turning towards his men, Sergey silently flustered: "Ok, that house seems abandoned. We'll move in and have a closer look. Well, and I guess a dry and warm place for some minutes wouldn't be all too bad too. I'll go in first, Chaschbaataryn directly following behind. But although it may be as warm and pleasant inside, as it was in your mothers belly, I want all of you to stay absolutely alerted. A-L-E-R-T-E-D, you understood? We don't know for sure, if the Fritz has really already broached this small, goddamned village here." The rest of the men nodded their heads in agreement, obviously already satisfied for the moment, after they had heard something about going inside the warmth.

Holding his MP up high, Sergey vastly opened the wooden door of the house, that had already stood a slit open before. The small building actually was really empty and instantly, the rest of the Russians followed up. It was tangibly warmer inside, what made the terrible smell inside the house a bit less disturbing to the Soviets. Immediately, Sergey sent the two other men, two young conscripts, toward the northern windows to carefully guard the area around the house. But for the moment, the rain had gotten that strong, that the men could barely discover the outside walls of the next building directly to the north.

While the two inexperienced soldiers were lurking outside the two windows, Sergey used the short pause to check his MP after just having crawled through the deepest mud. But everything seemed ok with the PPS- 42, a weapon that had already proven to be a very reliable one through all those years of war. Turning his head to Efreitor Tsagaanbaatar, Sergey started flustering again: "We're only going to stay here for short. I want to get that patrol over as fast as possible and with all of you guys returning. Stay on guard for now, I've got a strong feel, that the Fascists are still hiding somewhere here." After the Praporschik had made himself sure of the good condition of his MP, he and the Efreitor joined the other soldiers in observing the area to the north and west, strained staring into the dark, thick rain.

[Heiko Alkema]

Moderation Post

State of the Troops:

The Germans:

Being out of the rain and comfortably settled indoors has them in relatively good spirits. Though with their comfortable position they aren't all too observant of their surroundings. With the combination of the dark, the rain, and their sense of security they haven't noticed the Soviet troops moving in next door.

The Soviets:

Having trekked through the mud and rain, the Soviet conscripts are miserable. They are wet, cold, and annoyed though being inside for now has eased their minds. Also, the presence of superiors is also keeping them from be too vocal about their complaints. Even though they are more alert than their German counterparts, they also are unaware of the enemy.


Next post: Cordlent

[Adelbert Van Cordlent]

The rain had really been peaceful and to be honest with you one of the only peaceful thoughts in this war. Cleansing is what that rain was and still is as it drops to the ground, vigorous and hard it fell towards the slushy and wet ground. What was there to be done in this small village? There really wasn’t much of anything but a village. Why must the people In the village get pushed away? It was there home right? Guessing so but Hitler and his absolute race had something else in mind for this village.

The window sent off a bit of glare making it hard to look out the window from his eyes. Saying his of course one would mean Adelbert. The rain was more powerful then anybody would really think it is during the war. If the German’s had there dogs after you then the rain would wash off your scent. If you were advanceing with tanks then the rain could cause the tanks to get clogged with mud and sometimes stuck leaveing themselves in a trap.

Adelbert wondered if they should move away from the side window for a bit. There was that harsh glare and his eyes were beginning to hurt. But for some reason the rain calmed him. although Adelbert was glued to the window the short stocked private’s began to stir around a bit. One finally stoped the stiring and tapped young Adelbert on the shoulder ”Um sir we are going to the windows in the hallway over there okay?”

There was a pause. A very long pause was now stilled upon the two young soldiers eager to finally get to another window and see what was going on. Little to see really except rain drops falling down to the ground and making it a very sloppy and muddy mess. ”Sure and I’ll come with you. Something tells me there has to be movement out upon those three windows correct?”

The three young men all went to the windows in the hallway and didn’t stir except for the accasional itch or needing to caugh or such thigns like that. All Adelbert thought about was what was really going on there at that house. Were they going to confront other soldiers? If so will they survive?

[Heiko Alkema]

Moderation Post

0.o Glare? Wha...?

Rottenfuehrer Cordlent

- Moving from the lit(?) room near the back, the German's arrived at their positions up front with no problems. The light from the other room silhouetting them in the windows and keeping the range of vision into the night very short. As such, they are still unaware of the Soviet presence.

Praporschik Anatkin

- The alert Soviet soldiers have noticed the Germans moving in the illuminated windows. No one has fired, but the Soviets are now fully aware of the enemy with the two southern facing Germans in full view. The conscripts' patience is short and are itching to pay back the Fascists for making them crawl around in this harsh weather...

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German

Rottenfuehrer Cordlent
Sturmmann [unnamed]
Strummann [unnamed]

Status: High morale, low awareness


Soviet

Praporschik Anatkin
Eferitor Tsagaanbaatar
Ryadovoi [unnamed]
Ryadovoi [unnamed]

Status: Moderate morale, high awareness; impetuous

Next Post: Anatkin

[Sergey Anatkin]

The heavy rain pouring down on the cobbled main street of the small village had an almost hypnotically effect on Sergey, making his thoughts slowly drifting away. His mind wandered back to the tiny, Russian village, he had spent most of is life in and to the shabby little cottage, that he had lived in together with his 7 other siblings. The pictures of all of this falling down into destruction, still caused terrible pain inside the Russian and without him even noticing it, his hand unwillingly bailed to a fist, when all those past impressions flashed through his thoughts again, like a small, shocking movie. And deep inside himself, Sergey swore to revenge against those Fascist hordes, that mercilessly invaded his motherland and had caused so many pain to so many Russian people.

The sight of a short, metal reflection of the spare light inside the building directly to the north brought Sergey back into harsh reality within an instant. Reacting in no time, Sergey flustered to his men: "Get cover everyone. We've got company. I knew those bloody fools wouldn't retreat from this village all that fast." Immediately, all four men got down on the dirty, dusted floor of the dark country house. Within some seconds only, all of the soldiers had readied their weapons without making any loud noise and the Praporschik could see the eyes of the two inexperienced Conscripts wildly glancing at him. The immediate presence of the German enemy seemed to make them already even too impetuous for the moment. One of the two young soldiers, Ryadovi Zakhar Nebolsina, hold his Mosin Nagant rifle tightly pressed against his chest and expectantly watched his superior. "Sir, are ...", the man made a short, nervous break and gulped loudly before he continued his words: "Are we going to attack them now, Sir?" Without turning his eyes away from the window of the house opponent to him, Sergey answered with a low, hushed voice: "Stay calm for now and let me have a closer look at the situation first. I don't want to blindly storm into a puddle full of shit. And no worries, that war is going to wait for us anyway."

Slowly getting a bit up, Sergey carefully peeked out of the yellowed window again, vastly trying to count the enemies that he was able to discover. For now, Sergey could only recognize two German soldiers, one standing at each window facing the southern street. So either there were more enemies hidden inside the grey building or those two men maybe really were on guard all alone. Smiling to himself for a short second, Sergey just had found a possibility to end this unloved raiding patrol all too fast.

Instantly Sergey signaled to Tsagaanbaatar to come over, who carefully crawled through the former living- room until he had reached besides Sergey. Fishing a fragmentation grenade out of one of his belt pouches, the Praporschik handed it over to the gigantic appearing man in front of him. "Here's a small gift for you, but actually I don't want you to keep it all for yourself." The rather experienced Efreitor, who know kneeled on the ground besides Sergey, nodded his head to show that he had understood instantly. Turning to the two younger soldiers, Sergey commanded in a, now more serious tone: "Soldiers, on my sign I want you two to open fire at the left of the two windows over there. I want you to shoot exact, and I want you to shoot as rapid as if the devil personally would hide over there. Our comrade Tsagaanbaatar here is going to cross the street, needing all the fire support that we can offer. Did you boys understand?" After throwing a long, resolute view at both of the Ryadovis, Sergey was absolutely assured about both of the men having understood.

In no time, the huge Mongolian soldier had crawled over to the small, wooden door and readied himself to start sprinting over the street, once his comrades would start firing. Vastly pressing himself off ground, Sergey fully appeared in the window now. Within seconds he aimed his PPS at the right of the two windows opposing him and wholeheartedly screamed:"UUUUUUraaaaa!" The Praporschik fired his MP in rather long bursts, strained trying to hold his weapon on target. Besides him, he heard the two young Ryadovis also firing their rifles in the given direction, working the bolts of their Mosin Nagants faster as ever before. Loudly the shots burst through the window glass, carrying death and destruction with them.

Just in the moment, the three soldiers inside the building had started to fire off their weapons, Efreitor Tsagaanbaatar pushed open the back door of the house. The door lead directly out to the road, with only a low, wooden fence to the north. The Mongolian could hear the shots bang against the house on the other side of the street and a sudden burst of adrenaline shot through his body, when he jumped out of the door and crossed the street as fast as it was possible to a man of his stature. Within seconds, he had reached the corner of the opposing building and closely pressed his body against the raw wall, while taking a deep haul of the cold air into his lungs. Trying to hold his body away from the dark window, he shortly waved an arm to signal his comrades to cease fire for the second. Abruptly, the shooting stopped and the Mongolian instantly sharpened the grenade, that he still carried in his hand. Silently, the man counted down for four seconds, before he zestfully threw the small detonation canister through the already, completely broken window. Immediately after, the Russian dove down on the muddy ground, in expectation of the loud explosion that might follow now.

[Adelbert Van Cordlent]

[[OCC: You bought the grenade after this battle started, therefore you can not use it?]]

Adam, things like grenades, morphine etc can be purchased in a battle and used in said battle. Big things like firearms, however, cannot. - Nathan

[Heiko Alkema]

Moderation Post

First, sorry for the wait.

Second, like Nathan said, "consumable" items like medical supplies, alcohol, and grenades can be purchased used in an ongoing battle. More permanent items, such as primary weapons, clothing, etc, cannot.

**New Map**

Praporschik Anatkin

- The Soviets went about their assigned task with a glee. The conscripts fired first; neither shot hit, but one hit the window frame peppering the German soldier with splinters, sedning him stumbling backwards in surprise.

- In the other window, Anatkin's first burst shattered the window sending a small portion of glass into his target's face causing minor cuts, a ricochet also embedded itself in the soldier's lower leg dropping the soldier to the floor.

- Tsagaanbaatar's dash interrupted the southern conscripts firing due the conscripts fear of hitting his comrade, his path always was a point of concern, and thus the conscript changed his focus to the right window, but found no target.

- Tsagaanbaatar almost made it to his target unharmed, but as he approached the window two shots rang out from inside the German house. The first and luckiest skimmed by his pelvis, glancing off the bone; the second missed by a small margin. The extremely motivated soldiered, shook off the pain long enough to arm the grenade and toss it through the window before stumbling to the ground.

Rottenführer Cordlent

- The attack caught Cordlent and his squad by surprise. Before Cordlent could even grasp what was happening both his men were on the ground. But he managed to get his rifle up and fire over one of his wounded comrades at a figure scurrying by in the dark.

- A dark object came through one of the broken windows, clinking down upon the floor. Without a second thought, the eastern soldier tried to kick it into the next room but the grenade detonated just as his foot connected destorying his leg and tearing through the front of his body. Though dazed, the other two Germans were not further injured by the blast.

- Cordlent rushed forward and pulled his wounded comrade away from the window.

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German

Rottenfuehrer Cordlent
Sturmmann [unnamed] - Wounded! Difficulty moving
Strummann [unnamed] - Deceased!

Status: Low morale


Soviet

Praporschik Anatkin
Eferitor Tsagaanbaatar - Wouned! Minor
Ryadovoi Zakhar Nebolsin
Ryadovoi [unnamed]

Status: Moderate morale, high awareness

Next Post: Cordlent

[Adelbert Van Cordlent]

Clean
Firing
Movement

The soviets were now approaching the building and Adelbert just blankly stood there. What was going to happen now other then maybe a Russian death? They couldn’t really be serious about all of this right now could they? The soviet reached for something and that something was a can of sorts. Was he going to toss a can towards me?

Adelbert’s mind finally went straight as he shook off the thoughts and fired off two shots. One of which hit but didn’t do much damage as the Can flew into the air and through the window making a large crash. It was bad enough that the soldier next to him was hit with glass now he was going to get cans thrown at him?

The young Private understood what it was as the can hit the ground. This can was no ordinary can and not even a can at all. This can was a soviet grenade ready to explode in the young SS soldier’s faces. Adelbert watched as his young soldier was exploded into pieces as he tried to kick the grenade out of the way.

Adelbert finally exploded himself. Even though he had a higher rank then these soldiers he was really good friends with both of them. Adelbert felt the pain rush through him as he grabbed his Kar and emptied out the Eight round clip towards the young Russian soldier and then dropping his weapon to the ground he grabbed the German private’s KAR and then shot off 4 rounds until feeling a tug on his shirt.

Adelbert threw down his head and body to the ground as he reached over for his own rifle now reloading it and hearing a young man talk to him in a raspy voice. Sir, I think I was hit with something.

Adelbert looked over and saw a small amount of blood trickle down his face. Looked like he was skimmed with glass. Adelbert said nothing but motioned for the Private to follow him through the opened door. He could feel the pain knowing that one of Adelbert’s friends was now dead. Closing the door and taking one of the small chairs and desks sliding it crossed the door to hold them in along with locking the door by turning the switch.

Adelbert found another chair and set the private into the chair. He noticed that the blood was trickling down his face could be stopped by some cloth of some sorts. Adelbert looked around and found a small Hanky in the desk. Had to have been a man’s desk as the hanky just sat inside of it. Adelbert brought it over and then Set it onto the cut. ”Hear please hold it on there while I go over there and finish the door ok?”

Adelbert now walked over to the other door, Staying low to not be seen, And pulled over another chair. He set this one onto the handle and then dragged over the acwordly large night stand to the foot of a nice wooden door hopefully to keep them not disturbed. After finishing everything with that door he finally locked it and began to walk over. Adelbert remembered a poem that his father used to tell him all of the time and decided to say it out loud but quiet enough to only be heard by the young private in the room. As he said it Adelbert continued to dab the small cut stopping the bleeding.

Argonne Forest, at midnight,
A sapper atands on guard.
A star shines high up in the sky,
bringing greetings from a distant homeland.

And with a spade in his hand,
He waits forward in the sap-trench.
He thinks with longing on his love,
Wondering if he will ever see her again.

The artillery roars like thunder,
While we wait in front of the infantry,
With shells crashing all around.
The Frenchies want to take our position.

Should the enemy threaten us even more,
We Germans fear him no more.
And should he be so strong,
He will not take our position.

The storm breaks! The mortar crashes!
The sapper begins his advance.
Forward to the enemy trenches,
There he pulls the pin on a grenade.

The infantry stand in wait,
Until the hand grenade explodes.
Then forward with the assault against the enemy,
And with a shout, break into their position.

Argonne Forest, Argonne Forest,
Soon thou willt be a quiet cemetary.
In thy cool earth rests
much gallant soldiers' blood.

The poem didn’t have a flow to it but it recognized what had just happened. Though Adelbert felt all upset about the happenings right now he calmed himself remembering the memories back at his own home. Sir the poem has now calmed me to enough extent. The young private said to Adelbert.

Adelbert smiled and took off the hanky and looked straight into the young private’s eyes. Don’t worry about this you will be fine and I will be fine. We will survive this and be back home in time to tell the story of our survival. The two Young soldiers had a moment of silence and then Adelbert went to a knee and made a cross crossed his chest. They were going to make it out alive.

[Heiko Alkema]

Moderation Post

A few friendly notes:

1. In the future, try to make your firing lines straight. It's rather comical that they're so curved.

2. Please keep the enemy units on you map. I have to manually re-add them for each of your maps and that makes for very tedious work.

3. The Karabiner 98k has a five (5) round magazine. So the eight (8) shots you mentioned with the first rifle is impossible without reloading which you didn't mention doing, but I'll give you a freebie this time.

4. The Karabiner 98k also has a bolt action making the twelve (12) shots you describe take a whole lot longer than I think you realize. Adding up the time it takes to make each shot, reload, make more shots, grab another rifle, make even more shots; it takes almost an entire minute to do so. An entire minute is an incredibly long time in a firefight.

**New Map**

Rottenführer Cordlent

- Cordlent rushed forward, throwing himself against the wall for a clear enough shot on the Soviet attacker. He only managed one shot before a hail of gunfire smashed into the other side of the wall. Luckily most of the rounds didn't make it through, but one forced it's way through the wall and his uniform, passing between his raised arms and grazing his chest before embedding itself in the center wall of the building. The searing pain of the flesh wound was enough to force Cordlent's attack to a quick end.

- German morale is extremely low in response to the surprise attack, though they feel a little safer in their barricaded room.

Praporschik Anatkin

- Tsagaanbaatar only heard one bang. The blast from the grenade left the soldier momentarily deaf rendering him incapable of hearing the rifle crack just after it. He did however feel the lead pass through his skin and shatter his collar bone.

- Just after the grenade detonated, a shot rang out from the eastern window. The muzzle flash revealed the attacker as being close the window. Instinctively, Anatkin fired is weapon into the wall where he judged the shooter to be. The young soldier next to him followed suit. There were no further shots from the window, and the prevailing thought is that the Soviets have killed the shooter.

- The southern conscript looked on in horror as his more experienced comrade was shot down like a dog and the enemy attempted to finish him off. The soldier didn't hesitate before jumping through the window to save his comrade. He gave no thought to the danger he might have flung himself into as he raced the short distance and pulled his wounded comrade back to safety.

- The other two Soviets were more than a little surprised when no attempt was made by the Germans to shoot him. They are most confident that they've killed or mortally wounded the entire enemy force.

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German

Rottenfuehrer Cordlent
Sturmmann [unnamed] - Wounded! Difficulty moving
Strummann [unnamed] - Deceased!

Status: Low morale


Soviet

Praporschik Anatkin
Eferitor Tsagaanbaatar - Wounded! Bleeding, difficulty aiming
Ryadovoi Zakhar Nebolsin
Ryadovoi [unnamed]

Status: High morale, high awareness

I recommend retreat von Cordlent. Remaining on the battlefield for much longer against such odds leaves little chance for survival.

Next Post: Anatkin

[Sergey Anatkin]

1st Movement
2nd Movement
3rd Movement and firing

For the very first moment, Sergey's plan had appeared as if it used to work out just perfect. The German soldier, he had discovered behind the right of the two windows, had disappeared instantly after the very first series of bullets had impacted into the building. While the two young Conscripts around him used to work the bolts of their rifles, the Praporschik could discover Tsagaanbaatar in the corner of his eyes, readying himself for the jump out of the opened door. Within some instants only, the Mongolian had nearly crossed the cobbled road totally unopposed, when a loud, single shot of a German rifle cracked through the cold air. The shot had gotten fired from the inside of the opposing house, causing the huge Soviet to pause his movement for a second. Clearly Sergey could see the huge man strained trying to regain his balance, finally lobbing the fragmentation grenade through the window of the country house, before he slowly slit down the wall and motionless kept laying on the village's main street.

With a loud bang, the Russian grenade went off, accompanied by a loud, even hysteric sounding scream. Inevitably, a short grin ran over Sergey's face, making him lower his attention for maybe only a tiny part of a second. In this very moment, he didn't realize about the figure reappearing at the window in front of him and this insignificantly small period of time was enough for one of the Germans, to aim his sights at the wounded Russian Efreitor, who still lay at the grey outside- wall of the building. The muzzle flash in the window immediately caused Sergey to repeat the fire, shooting his PPS in one long, angry burst. And although most of the bullets didn't even seem to have impacted the wall at the position, where Sergey was assured of having detected the German, the figure in the window had instantly disappeared again.

The next few actions took part all too fast now. The one Conscript standing at the door, stared at his wounded comrade in disbelieve for some seconds, before he abruptly turned his head to his superior and screamed in a very determined manner: "They hit Tsagaanbaatar, we just have to save him." His eyes were widened in fear about the man lying on the cold cobblestones and before Sergey was able to react anyhow, the inexperienced Conscript stormed out of the house towards his wounded comrade. Most probably, he couldn't hear Sergey anymore, who loudly yelled behind him: "No, Nebolsina, stay in cover! I'll try and... ." The Praporschik stopped in the middle of his sentence, because Nebolsina had already left the house and even had half crossed the narrow street. Surprisingly unopposed, the young soldier returned after a few more seconds. Above his shoulders, he had slung one of Tsagaanbaatar's arms and the heavy weight of the huge, seriously injured Mongolian, that he tried to carry back into cover now, caused the Conscript to sweat heavily. After Nebolsina had reached behind the deceptive shelter of the wooden fence next to the building, he was carefully laying the wounded down on the muddy ground. Instantly, Sergey rushed through the door, to help finally carrying the wounded back inside the country house and placing him on a, rather comfortably looking, old arm- chair, that stood in one corner of the dark room.

In the flimsy light, Sergey first discovered the small wound at Tsagaanbaatar's pelvis, before he realized about the way more serious breach at the man's shoulder. Reacting instantly, Sergey stripped his uniform mantle and ripped a large stripe of clothes off it's right arm. Surely, the dirty clothes wouldn't be a solution for all too long, but at least it would prevent the man from loosing any more blood for the moment. As tightly as he could, the Praporschik wrapped the piece of wrag around the bullet wound, just as he had learned it in his basic training. Carefully grabbing his comrades hand, Sergey hushed said: "Just stay here and keep a stiff upper lip for the moment, as me and the two boys will now try and hunt down the rest of those Fascist bastards. Don't move anymore than needed, we'll be right here with you in an instant, you understood?" In return, the Mongolian only slowly used to nod his head.

Right after Tsagaanbaatar had gotten that kind of a medical treatment, Sergey immediately turned towards the two Conscripts, that had already returned to the northern windows and were attentively watching the road. "So, now it's on boys. Let's go and collect in, what is still alive over there. You two will go first, while I'll cover your backs. Don't worry, as I'll sent a whole hail of bullets towards anyone trying to disturb your ways. I want you to take up positions at the fence besides that house, with your rifles aimed at that back door. Shoot at anyone coming out that building and even more important, shoot fast. When you've arrived at the fence, I'll try and have a careful, closer look inside that house." Sergey tried to sound as determined as possible, while he addressed the two Russian Conscripts what to do in the next few minutes. Right after the orders were issued, Sergey took up position in the window again, securing the movement of his two, fellow soldiers. With their Mosin Nagants tightly pressed against their bodies, the Conscripts rushed out the open door, completely unopposed arriving at the fence right of the northern country house.

When Sergey recognized the two other Russian soldiers having taken up their positions, he also stepped over to the door. After hauling the cold air deeply into his nostrils for one last time, he crossed the main street and stopped his sprint directly in front of the door to the northern of the two houses. Holding his breath completely now, Sergey carefully entered the building, holding his PPS- 42 right in front of his body. Terrified for a short second, he discovered the, horribly deformed corpse of one of the Germans laying in one corner of the dark room. Surely, the grenade had detonated rather close to that soldier, not leaving a lot to bury behind. Surprisingly to Sergey, the rest of the room was completely empty, but instantly he discovered the wooden door, that must lead directly to the next room. With his nerves strained to the edge, he aimed his MP at the door and fired two long bursts out of his weapon. While shooting, the Praporschik moved the sights of his PPS from the left to the right and back, so that he would at least spray his bullets into a rather big part of the next room. Like a warm knive through butter, the rounds of his automatic weapon impacted through the wooden door. When the Russian had emptied his clip, he released it out of the weapon and instantly reloaded it with another magazine, which Sergey took out of the pouches hanging down his body.

"Deutscher Soldat. Du kaputt. Gitler kaputt. Komm raus und du leben. Bleib drin und du nix leben.", Sergey's guttural voice loudly sounded through the German country house, trying to use the few pieces of the enemie's language, which he had learned through the last years.

Translations:

"Deutscher Soldat. Du kaputt. Gitler kaputt. Komm raus und du leben. Bleib drin und du nix leben."
"German soldier. You broken. Hitler broken. Come out and you live. Stay in and you don't live."

[Heiko Alkema]

Moderation Post

Big Post. Little Mod.

Praporschik Anatkin

- The lack of response from the enemy has given the Soviet conscripts a kind of high. They didn't understand what their leader said, but it didn't sound nice and they approved of that.

- Anatkin and company have no idea how many men may be in that room but they're mentally prepared to handle however many it may be.

Rottenführer Cordlent

- Cordlent threw himself and his wounded comrade to the floor as the Soviet bullets poured into the room. His quick reaction spared the both of them any further injuries.

- The assault on (what they thought was) their safe house as completely shaken the wounded soldier, despite no additional injuries being inflicted by the brief but furious burst of gunfire. He's panicking and looking to his leader from some kind of direction.

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German

Rottenfuehrer Cordlent
Sturmmann [unnamed] - Wounded! Difficulty moving
Strummann [unnamed] - Deceased!

Status: Broken


Soviet

Praporschik Anatkin
Eferitor Tsagaanbaatar - Wounded! Bleeding, difficulty aiming
Ryadovoi Zakhar Nebolsin
Ryadovoi [unnamed]

Status: High morale, high awareness

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Next Post: Cordlent

[Adelbert Van Cordlent]

[[OOC:Yes this is a retreat and yes the wall’s are plaster and breakable. Along with the wooden outside not stone. Figured i'd clear that up.]]

Adelbert looked at the young private not wanting anything else to happen to them. They had lost one to a grenade and now the private that sat in front of him was hurt and bleeding a little in the leg. Adelbert began to think of a plan of escape. Thinking turned to reacting as gunshots wrung from the back of him.

Dropping to the ground the bullets whizzed over the Young SS soldier’s heads as they began to shake at the thought of death. The bullets hit the thin wall in front of them sending plaster allover the place. It was still easy to breath but Adelbert’s mind began to function once more.

Finally Adelbert Figured out what he would do to get out of the room and out of the problem they were buried in. Adelbert grabbed a chair and motioned for the private to stay on the ground and wait for Adelbert to signal him over. As Adelbert walked to the back wall he took the Chair and smashed it against the wall as hard as he could making a gaping hole in the wall.

Now Adelbert dropped to the ground and covered his head as the chair fell to the ground next to him. Noticing it was all fine he motioned for the private to come over quietly as Adelbert held his rifle. Once the private had reached where Adelbert was he was helped out of the building by the hole in the wall as Adelbert lifted him out. Next Adelbert walked out of the hole and then turned around to take his rifle holding in his breath and aiming for the door where the Soviet was standing. Firing off three shots the young private jumped. Adelbert didn’t want to do anything else now as he turned around to the private and the two ran off to the HQ. Finally it was over.

[Heiko Alkema]

Moderation Post

Not going to get out of this so easily...

Rottenführer Cordlent

- Cordlent's hammering on the wall isn't as effective as he intended. The chair did manage to break through the inner wall of plaster but has only made a hole the size of his head and didn't break through the sturdier wood of the outer wall at all.

- As of the beginning of Anatkin's post, Cordlent is still hacking away at the wall in his desperate attempt to escape.

Praporschik Anatkin[/i]

- The great ruckus coming from the other side of the door has confirmed that the enemy is still alive.

- The amount of noise has convinced the conscripts that there could be three or four men in that room and are afraid to peek in the windows in front of the them fearing being outnumbered.

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No changes.

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Next post: Anatkin[/color]

[Adelbert Van Cordlent]

[[OOC: Werner told me to post and surrrender. Not much i can say in this post so here you go Werner]]


At the hole that was developed by the chair Adelbert soon knew he was now ruptured and fucked. Shaking his head Adelbert turned to the young private that couldn’t believe what had just happened. Soon enough they would be in a prison and possibly shot at if they even made it there.

Adelbert tore a piece of white cloth and then walked to the door sliding the few things from its add mist. Soon enough he threw the cloth out of the door and then said in the very small voice he now had. ”We Surrender” Adelbert couldn’t believe it as he opened the door all the way tossing all of the fire arms that were sitting in the room out to the hallway.

Adelbert and the private came out with hands above there heads and slight depression now. They were now prisoner of war.