Cross the Road (Battle)

[Matthaeus Hinrichs]

Da Map

Matthaeus waited for the Italians to set up and they sure did quickly. They were following the orders of a German but this was more likely because of Matthaeus’s rank. He shook the thoughts out of his head and listened to the MG42 open fire onto the allied controlled building. It was a sound that sent feelings of thrill and also bad feelings through Matthaeus. They are people just like us but yet we want them to die so bad. Why is that?

Shaking his head a bit Matthaeus walked quickly around the corner and faced the Italians, ” Guter Job, D' Dario. Halten Sie jetzt das Feuer auf dem Gebäude, es ist Zeit, daß wir angriffen. Jeder hören oben, ich und meine Gruppe sind auf der Offensive. Ich wünsche Ihre Gruppe jene Verbündeten unterdrücken, bis wir die Seite des Gebäudes erreicht haben. Dann führen Sie Ihre Gruppe zur anderen Seite des Gebäudes und wir brechen durch und beseitigen alle Verbündeten. Jedermann von Tiefrank, töten sie. Höhere Rank, ließen mich sehen sie, ich konnten etwas Spaß mit ihnen gerade haben.” Matthaeus looked Christopher into his eyes and nodded, this was going to be a long bloody day. ” Eine letzte Sache, dauern Ihre Zeit, gibt es keine Notwendigkeit, herauf diesen Plan zu hetzen und zu schrauben.”

Turning on his heals Matthaeus looked to his men and also nodded to them. He made his way to the window he was once standing at before. Looking around he wished to see something that would give them away, something that would spoil the Allie’s plans. It wasn’t a few seconds afterword that Matthaeus noticed movement behind the truck. He could just see the through the smoke of the fire. ” Dort! Schauen Sie drei möglicherweise vier Verbündete hinter dem LKW” He pointed to three of his privates ” Sie drei, dort und Abdeckung die Fenster.”

Matthaeus was now in the heat of the moment as he turned to look out the window he was standing in. He sent the butt end of his rifle crashing through the window and fired onto the house across the street. He could also hear the private standing next to him did the same. Finally his bolt action rifle was empty and he rolled to the cover of the wall. Turning his head Matthaeus looked to the private. ” Nehmenabdeckung. Sie werden zurück bald abfeuern.”


Translations:

” Guter Job, D' Dario. Halten Sie jetzt das Feuer auf dem Gebäude, es ist Zeit, daß wir angriffen. Jeder hören oben, ich und meine Gruppe sind auf der Offensive. Ich wünsche Ihre Gruppe jene Verbündeten unterdrücken, bis wir die Seite des Gebäudes erreicht haben. Dann führen Sie Ihre Gruppe zur anderen Seite des Gebäudes und wir brechen durch und beseitigen alle Verbündeten. Jedermann von Tiefrank, töten sie. Höhere Rank, ließen mich sehen sie, ich konnten etwas Spaß mit ihnen gerade haben.”
Good Job, D’Dario. Now keep the fire on the building, it’s time that we attacked. Everyone listen up, Me and my squad are on the offensive. I want your squad to suppress those Allies until we have reached the side of the building. Then you will lead your squad to the other side of the building and we will breach and eliminate all allies. Anyone of low rank, kill them. Higher ranks, let me see them, I just might have some fun with them.

” Eine letzte Sache, dauern Ihre Zeit, gibt es keine Notwendigkeit, herauf diesen Plan zu hetzen und zu schrauben.”
One last thing, take your time, there is no need to rush and screw up this plan.

” Dort! Schauen Sie drei möglicherweise vier Verbündete hinter dem LKW”
There! Look three maybe four allies behind the truck.

” Sie drei, dort und Abdeckung die Fenster.”
You three, Over there and cover that window.

” Nehmenabdeckung. Sie werden zurück bald abfeuern.”
Take cover. They are going to fire back soon.

[Nathan Whyte]

Moderation Post:

Allied Soldiers:
American
Second Lieutenant Goodwill
Private Grosser
Private Horsley
Private Harris
Private Teller
Private Black
Private Meers

British
Sergeant Boss
Private Sweeney
Private Cook - Wounded, Moderate
Private White
Private Cheavliar
Private Wilson
Private Denham

Morale
Slightly demoralised by the sight of their wounded. However, they are ready, willing and eager to fight on.

Axis Soldiers:
German
Leutnant Hinrichs - Wounded. Serious
Schutze Westberg
Schutze Roellecke
Schutze Herff
Schutze Fleck
Schutze Loibl
Schutze Groth

Italian
Corporale Maggoire D'Dario
Sld. Lettichine
Sld. Bellise
Sld. Disines
Sld. Deluna
Sld. M. Morettie
Sld. P. Morettie

Morale
Ready to go, ready for combat.

Actions:
- Standng and walking around the building, Hinrichs made himself a very clear and very good target.

- The four Allied soldiers in the Eastern section of the building got their act together, and as Hinrichs walked back to his position, they opened fire to great effect.

- Hinrichs recieved the brunt of the attack, taking a round to the chest. A 30-06 round hit him in the right pec. It broke a rib, sending small fragments of bones flying around the upper chest.

- One fragment punctured the right lung.

- Hinrichs fell to the floor, screaming in pain. His lung is rapidly deflating. Luckily, no arteries were hit, but there is still plenty of bleeding. The bone fragment is still in the lung, slowing deflation and blood loss. However sudden or aggressive movements could dislodge this, which would create a lot of problems.

- However, if this battle drags on, Hinrichs may die. His wound is no laughing matter (and trust me, he doesn't want to try laughing), so it is in the best interest of the Axis soldiers to be very aggressive, yet very careful.

- Obviously, Hinrichs being shot stopped the firing from the Eastern part of the Allied building. If Hinrich's couldn't give the order, it didn't happen...

- No further casualties were sustained. Everybody apart from Hinrichs had been crouched to minimise their targets.

- Axis morale hasn't crashed yet as only a few men have seen Hinrichs go down, they are unaware of the severity of the wound, and there is also knowledge that a senior NCO is around to take control, if need be.

Next Post:[/u] Boss[/color]

[Nathan Whyte]

At the request of the majority of participants of this thread, I shall give Sergeant Boss 72 hours to post in the battle, before his turn is skipped. This would have given him a total of a week to post.

[Nathan Whyte]

Well, that was that. CJ, go for it.

[Christopher J. D'Dario]

Sweat had started to show on Christopher’s brow, his heart was pumping as he laid down suppressive fire, a few shot came back to him though, thankfully they where wild shots and strayed off target, connecting with the wall he and his men where hiding behind. The German officer spoke again but Christopher could barely hear him over the chatter of his MG42, something about flanking around to the enemy building and rushing something? He couldn’t turn to look at the Officer without affecting his shots, once his fifty round belt of ammo had been spent he looked at Bellise who was busy reloading the weapon for him.
‘Deluna! Riprendere la mitragliatrice’ He shouted and moved back just as Bellise finished reloading a 250 round belt, Deluna quickly crawled over, keeping his head low below the window sills and took up the machinegun, cocking a round into the breach he spat fire and steel towards the allied troops in the other building using short, controled bursts.

Christopher crawled over towards the German officer, he didn’t like the man at all but he wanted to confirm what the orders where. Just before he reached the Germans a scream cut though the air and the officer hit the floor, a large wound in his chest. Christopher let out a heavy sigh before turning around to face his men. He had wanted to confirm the assault order, but now he would have to take control, believing that the CO was no longer fit for duty due to his wound.
‘Disines, Bellise, Deluna. Resta qui e l'uomo la pistola,’ he reached pulled a grenade off his belt and held it up, then continued talking. ‘quando si vede l'esplosione nella East Room, sopprimere la sala ovest fino a che il segnale di tenere il fuoco.’ He placed the grenade back on his belt and signalled everyone else to follow him.

Keeping below the windowsills they moved down to the Germans. He pointed to their CO and then to himself, saying in rough German ‘Ich bin verantwortlich. Wir Flanke feindliche Stellung. Out-Fenster, um LKW. Jetzt!’ The Germans didn’t look too happy about having an Italian telling them what to do, but his tone of command left no room to argure, especialy with their CO slowly dieing.

(If the Germans Obey)

With one last look at their CO the Germans climb out the window and fix their bayonnets to their rifles, as Christopher passes the German CO he leans down and picks up his rifle and takes his bayonnet aswell as a spare clip of ammo. He leads his own men now out the window and signals the Germans to make their way around the truck. Sudden shouting causes everyone to stop, the Germans at the front where yelling at someone and pointing their weapons forward.

(If Amreicans don’t shoot and get shot in return)

Christopher shouted out in German “Halten Sie Ihr Feuer! Ich möchte Häftling!’ Christopher came forward and found the three Amreaicans, he brought up his own rifle and shouted at them to lay down their weapons.
He called out in German for two of the German soliders to keep eyes on the window of the enemy building as the others continued telling the Americans to drop their weapons. He Tells Lettichine to translate his words to the Americans in order to try and calm the mexican standoff. Lettichine translates. “Put down your weapons and lay on your bellies and you will not be harmed!’ The Germans had stopped shouting at them and where staring down at the Americans, ready to fire their weapons at the slightest provication.

(If the Germans don’t Obey will have to consider retreat in order to reduce the chance of the CO falling into the cold embrace of death)

Translations:

‘Deluna! Riprendere la mitragliatrice’ - Deluna! Man the Machinegun

‘quando si vede l'esplosione nella East Room, sopprimere la sala ovest fino a che il segnale di tenere il fuoco.’ - When you see the explosion in the east room, suppress the west room until we give you the signal to hold fire.

‘Ich bin verantwortlich. Wir Flanke feindliche Stellung. Out-Fenster, um LKW. Jetzt!’ - I am in charge now, flank enemy, out window, around truck. Move Now

“Halten Sie Ihr Feuer! Ich möchte Häftling!’ - Hold fire! i want prisoners

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[Nathan Whyte]

Moderation Post:

Allied Soldiers:
American
Second Lieutenant Goodwill
Private Grosser
Private Horsley
Private Harris
Private Teller
Private Black
Private Meers

British
Sergeant Boss
Private Sweeney
Private Cook - Wounded, Moderate
Private White
Private Cheavliar
Private Wilson
Private Denham

Morale
Slightly demoralised by the sight of their wounded. However, they are ready, willing and eager to fight on.

Axis Soldiers:
German
Leutnant Hinrichs - Wounded. Serious
Schutze Westberg
Schutze Roellecke
Schutze Herff
Schutze Fleck
Schutze Loibl
Schutze Groth

Italian
Corporale Maggoire D'Dario
Sld. Lettichine
Sld. Bellise
Sld. Disines
Sld. Deluna
Sld. M. Morettie
Sld. P. Morettie

Morale
Outraged!

Actions:
- Switching gunners, the inexperienced Soldato could only do one thing - fire blindly and heavily. He did so at the Americans, and the exchange of fire continued from both sides.

- D'Dario managed to get to the Eastern part of the building and began dishing out orders around Hinrich's prone form.

- The Germans almost obeyed, but then they saw Hinrichs coughing and spluttering on the ground. He made a few small movements which made the Germans stop and think.

- He obviously wasn't dead, and they had no intention on leaving him to bleed out.

- A small mutiny was held as the German soldiers crouched down around Hinrichs, pulling bandages and the like from their personal aid kits, wanting to make sure the officer to whom their loyalties lied survived.

- Maybe the attack would have been more succesful if Hinrichs hadn't created such animosity between the forces at the start of the battle, but at this stage the Germans don't hold much respect for D'Dario.

Next Post:[/u] Goodwill[/color]

[reverend]

The truck was getting hot and the smoke was stinging their eyes and choking their lungs. Kneeling close to his men he quickly told them his plan. “Once we get to the window I’ll put a frag though it, after the detonation we storm the room.” James checked to make sure that his men where right behind him as they moved around the side of the truck, keeping low with their weapons raised and ready to fire. They had to move off the truck as they neared the burning rear section of it, the flames where far to hot to remain close to it. Forced out into the open they broke out into a crouched sprint towards the enemy building, almost sliding across the ground as they reached the wall. James took cover directly under the widow while the other two took either side; all three tried to be as quiet as possible as they attached bayonets and got themselves ready for the Breach.

James pulled his grenade off his belt and felt its weight, it was so light and small and yet it could deliver a devastating blast, practically a one-way ticket to death if caught within the blast, and serious injury to anyone else close enough. James pulled the pin of the grenade out but held the spoon in place; it would not become active until he released it. He steadied his breathing, his other hand gripping his M1 Garand tightly, his men looked ready to jump, it was dangerous to storm the building with only three men, but a smaller fire team was quicker and faster. Even so, James found himself wishing he had the rest of his man here. He exhaled and released the spoon, letting it fly off with a slight click and he brought the grenade up over his head in a wide arch, his hand popping over the windowsill and half dropping, the grenade through the window at a downward angle of about 45 degrees.

Hopefully this would put the grenade around the middle of the room, thus doing the most damage to the most targets within the room. He counted down and after the explosion both he and his men jumped up and launched themselves though the window, spreading out slightly and rushing the first human looking figures they could see.

(OCC: I had to use my old map to go off… but guessing by the mod post all of the Germans are around their CO)

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[Nathan Whyte]

Moderation Post:

Allied Soldiers:
American
Second Lieutenant Goodwill
Private Grosser
Private Horsley
Private Harris
Private Teller
Private Black
Private Meers

British
Sergeant Boss
Private Sweeney
Private Cook - Wounded, Moderate
Private White
Private Cheavliar
Private Wilson
Private Denham

Morale
Slightly demoralised by the sight of their wounded. However, they are ready, willing and eager to fight on.

Axis Soldiers:
German
Leutnant Hinrichs - Wounded. Serious
Schutze Westberg
Schutze Roellecke
Schutze Herff
Schutze Fleck - Wounded. Minor
Schutze Loibl - DEAD (Very serious)
Schutze Groth - Wounded. Minor

Italian
Corporale Maggoire D'Dario
Sld. Lettichine
Sld. Bellise
Sld. Disines
Sld. Deluna
Sld. M. Morettie
Sld. P. Morettie

Morale
Outraged!

Actions:
-Even though an attempt was made at stealth in the attatching of the bayonets, the Americans were noticed as they sprinted along the road towards the window - D'Dario noticing them in his peripherals.

- Quickly, German rifles came to the window, aiming down towards the Americans. Fire came from the Allied building, but the combination of the smoke and MG42 fire kept the Allies reasonably suppressed.

- Goodwill, who already had the pin out of his grenade, swore in a rather un-Christian manner as the 98k barrels popped out of the window. He released his thumb on the spoon of the grenade in a rather obvious fashion, making a big gamble.

- The Germans noticed that the grenade was now live, swore in their own languages, and hesitated shooting at the Americans, not knowing if the grenade had been cooked.

- They retreated back in to the building, gathering around Hinrichs.

- Goodwill took the chance and gave the grenade a push through the window before he and his men scrambled for cover.

- The grenade detonated just inside the window, and only one cowering German was seriously injured. His legs were sent flying and shrapnel peppered his back - he'll die by the end of this mod-post.

- Two more were injured. Fleck and Groth both recieved shrapnel to their legs. It's not massive, but their legs can't take their full weight now.

MAP
Next Post:[/u] Hinrichs[/color]

[Matthaeus Hinrichs]

Map

[[OOC: The black lines are the private CRAWLING UNDERNEATH THE WINDOWS. Therefore he can not be seen by anyone because he is underneath the window sill and out of view of everyone. The Red line is the dropping of the grenade out of the window. The private stands up right before he drops the grenade and then tosses it out the window before dropping to the ground.]]

Matthaeus continued his way over towards the Italians to relay his orders. It didn’t seem to be such a large task at all except for the fact that there were people willing to fire at him across the road. Matthaeus would just simply say the orders and then return to his troops to fire but this was all canceled harshly as there was a gunshot. The gunshot seemed to slow the whole earth and time down until suddenly a sharp pain through Matthaeus’s chest dropped him to the ground near the corner of the room.

Matthaeus moved his hand to the wound on his chest and then looked at the hand which was covered in a sticky dark red fluid, blood. Matthaeus just lie on the ground and let out screams that seemed to be screams but only came out as short gasps for air. Matthaeus couldn’t believe this as one minute he was atop the world and ruling forces in what was supposed to be an easy task. Rage fueled throughout the German forces and Matthaeus as once again another death striking blow came through.

Next Matthaeus could hear a loud explosion followed by some screams. Deathly stomach churning screams that made Matthaeus want to cover his ears and cry. But instead of giving up Matthaeus remembered the grenade on his chest and looked to see movement in the far window towards the building’s exit. Matthaeus looked for the best suited German soldier for the task in his mind and then grabbed the grenade and jabbed the young man in the ribs and said briefly to him ” Hier nehmen Sie diese Granate, Aufenthaltgebrüll die Fenster, fallenlassen sie an diesem Fenster dort. Kochen Sie es für drei Sekunden. Dann Nehmenabdeckung. Der Rest von Ihnen, bedecken die Fenster. Jede mögliche Bewegung an dann und Sie feuern auf die Fenster ab. Stellen Sie sicher, daß sie nicht oben ihre Köpfe knallen” The privates all raised their guns to the windows except the one taking the grenade.

The soldier nodded and took the grenade, he could see the fear in the private’s eyes but Matthaeus knew he could do this. The private began to move, following orders as he dropped to the ground and crawled underneath window before reaching the corner of the room. The private took a deep breath and then began to crawl to where he would drop the grenade. When the private reached the base of the window he backed up a bit before standing up. The only way the two allies could see him is if the stuck their heads in the window and put them selves in harms way. The private quickly stood up and set the grenade so that it was now live. Knowing it would take five seconds to detonate the private cooked it for three seconds. Then the private quickly stuck his hand out the window then dropped the grenade right at the allies’ feet before dropping straight to the ground and covering his ears. Matthaeus waited two seconds and surely the grenade went off as everyone in the room jumped a bit at the loud explosion. Now it was time to wait.



Translations:

” Hier nehmen Sie diese Granate, Aufenthaltgebrüll die Fenster, fallenlassen sie an diesem Fenster dort. Kochen Sie es für drei Sekunden. Dann Nehmenabdeckung Der Rest von Ihnen, bedecken die Fenster. Jede mögliche Bewegung an dann und Sie feuern auf die Fenster ab. Stellen Sie sicher, daß sie nicht oben ihre Köpfe knallen”
“Here, take this grenade, stay bellow the windows, drop it at that window there. Cook it for three seconds. Then take cover. The rest of you, cover the windows. Any movement on then and you shall fire onto the windows. Make sure they don’t pop up their heads”

[Nathan Whyte]

Moderation Post:

Allied Soldiers:
American
Second Lieutenant Goodwill
Private Grosser
Private Horsley - DEAD
Private Harris
Private Teller
Private Black
Private Meers

British
Sergeant Boss
Private Sweeney
Private Cook - Wounded, Moderate
Private White
Private Cheavliar
Private Wilson
Private Denham

Morale
Demoralised by explosions and unknown fate of their commander.

Axis Soldiers:
German
Leutnant Hinrichs - Wounded. Serious
Schutze Westberg
Schutze Roellecke
Schutze Herff
Schutze Fleck - Wounded. Minor
Schutze Loibl - DEAD (Very serious)
Schutze Groth - Wounded. Minor

Italian
Corporale Maggoire D'Dario
Sld. Lettichine
Sld. Bellise
Sld. Disines
Sld. Deluna
Sld. M. Morettie
Sld. P. Morettie

Morale
Demoralised by seeming indestructability of the Americans.

Actions:
- The Private managed to reach the window easily enough without detection, but it was when he stood up he had the problem.

- Goodwill and his Private hadn't been sat still staring in to space, they were expecting a counter-attack from the window, or at least somebody to see if they were dead.

- When the Private popped up though, they were both a bit surprised. Both of them fumbled, trying to get their weapons up.

- This caused the Private to panic, throwing the grenade before it was properly cooked.

- Goodwill and his man screamed out a few other unnecesarry words as they picked themselves up and ran away from the grenade.

- The Privates raising their rifles - if you call them guns again I will shoot you - thought it was open season.

- They fired a volley, almost all the rounds hitting Private in the back. However, this saved Goodwill who managed to get away.

- Hinrichs is continuing to bleed out. He is starting to feel very light headed and may begin to lose conciousness soon. His men were ready to give him first aid, but he turned them away.

- Goodwill is now taking cover behind the burning truck alongside Private Hope.

- The grenade had no effect with it's explosion, save from making a small hole in the wall.

- Goodwill's men are seemingly leaderless, and are getting rather nervous by the lack of contact from their commanding officer.

MAP
Next Post:[/u] CJ[/color]

[Christopher J. D'Dario]

Christopher eyed the Germans with anger building from his gut. Their commander was dieing, practically dead and they would not listen to anything the Italian said, he caught looks of disgust directed at him as the German soldiers shuffled around their fallen Lieutenant. He wanted to simply execute the officer with his own weapon and end it quickly, but the German soldiers would no doubt kill him before he got close enough. These men where arrogant fools led by one of their own, and Christopher would have no part of this any longer. He did not wish to endanger his men any further for Germans who wouldn’t even speak his name, preferring to call him “You Italian”. Christopher knew his men felt the same, but they fought on simply because he had ordered them too. But he knew they would have no problem leaving the Germans to be overrun.

Christopher was about to turn and order his men to pack it up and leg it out of the building when a flash of light caught his attention directly outside the window, the tip of a bayonet moved like a sharks fin across the window sill before disappearing again. His eyes widened with shock as he realised that the enemy had managed to flank them and where about to charge into the room. He shouted out in German, ‘Der Feind steht am Fenster!’ He raised his hand and pointed out the window as he shouted, bringing up the German Lieutenants rifle and firing a round though the window. Almost instantly the Germans in the room rushed to the window, pushing their rifles through first, Christopher expected a series of shots follow and was confused when the only sounds of gunfire he could hear where coming from the MG42 and the American troops still in the opposite building.

His confusion grew as they ran from the window and crowded around their CO seconds before a grenade popped through the window. Christopher watched it fall almost in slow motion, in a split second he took in the whole room; he could see the grenade falling towards the floor while the German soldiers crowded around their Lieutenant, their faces locked with a mixture of fear and rage. He could see one German who hadn’t been quick enough and was simply cowering against the wall while his eyes, watching the explosive device in its decent into the room, were filled with a knowing fear that when the small pineapple looking object counted down its final seconds his life would be swept away and cast into the unknown darkness.

Christopher leapt back down the hall, crashing against the floor just as the grenade exploded and sent its deadly shockwave of energy outwards and the air became filled with shrapnel from the cast iron casing that had once covered the explosive. Screams of pain echoed like dull shrieks in the near soundless void of space where the grenade had been, Christopher rolled over and looked back at the room, the unlucky German soldier was laying propped against the wall, his lower torso drooled blood out onto the floor from the various rips in his flesh from the shrapnel and from the shredded stumps of torn flesh where his legs use to be. Suddenly a world of screams came crashing back as Christopher regained his hearing. Two of the other German soldiers where rolling on the floor, holding their legs in an attempt to stem the flow of blood that was slowly draining from the various shrapnel wounds.

He scrambled to his feet, his mind racing with the prediction of what would come next. He predicted that the enemy soldiers would storm through the window any second, their bayonets ready to impale themselves into the flesh of anyone they saw still moving. Christopher turned to the Morettie twins who had followed him down the hall after switching gunners for the MG42. ‘Sopprimere la finestra!’ He shouted and pointed to the windows where the grenade had come through. He ducked to the side as the brothers opened fire and pointed to Lettichine, signalling him to follow before he spotted a German soldier moving along the wall with a grenade in his hand. He dropped to one knee and shouted to his men ‘Fuoco di copertura!!’ He raised the 98k he had taken from the Lieutenant and pulled the trigger, the click telling him that the breach was empty. He swore and bolted a new round into the chamber, he was use to just pulling the trigger and watching a mass amount of bullets trace their way towards whoever he was aiming at.

His men where quicker, firing then bolting new rounds with practiced speed and precision. Together they sent a volley of bullets out the windows, clipping the frame and ripping small chunks out of the wood as the German solider reached the window to their right. They held their fire as he stood up but fumbled the grenade Christopher expected him to drop it at his own feet and add his name to the list of casualties, but he managed to get it out the window and take cover. Christopher saw movement out the window and pointed to the fleeing Americans, his men turned their rifles on the them but the other German soldiers where already firing, catching one of the American soldiers in the back and shredding him with their Mauser 7.92x57mm IS rounds.

As the American body hit the road Christopher turned to his men, signalling them to reload and follow him as he raced towards the window where the German had dropped the grenade, there was a small hole in the wall from the blast. Christopher ignored the German soldier who was still at the window, stepping around him and taking a position at the window and peering out, there no other bodies behind the wall, but Christopher could see the American Lieutenant and a second soldier by the burning truck. It couldn’t be comfortable there; if the other solider had been waiting there for a while he was probably struggling to breath by now and could have been “sun burnt” by the heat? Either way they where both out in the open, caught between a fire and open ground they would have to be very lucky to get away this time.

Christopher’s men had joined him and together they formed a firing line at the window, bringing their weapons up and aiming down the iron sights, the four of them opened fire almost simultaneously, quickly bolting new rounds into the chambers before launching a second volley towards the helplessly exposed Americans, they continued firing at will, intent on nailing their targets to the truck. God himself would have to intervene and perform a miracle to prevent the mass of bullets that where speeding towards their targets from hitting their mark. The only way the Americans could get out of the danger zone was to race back around the truck, but that would only expose their backs. A sickening sort of joy filled Christopher, the thrill of the impending doom the bullets would bring to these two foolish men, the blood that would spill and the life that would be stolen. Christopher had never felt so powerful before, he had them.






Translations

Der Feind steht am Fenster! – The enemy is at the window!

Sopprimere la finestra! – Suppress the windows!

Fuoco di copertura! – Covering fire!

Map

[Nathan Whyte]

Moderation Post:

Allied Soldiers:
American
Second Lieutenant Goodwill - wounded, minor
Private Grosser
Private Horsley - DEAD
Private Harris
Private Teller
Private Black
Private Meers - Wounded, moderate

British
Sergeant Boss
Private Sweeney
Private Cook - Wounded, Moderate
Private White
Private Cheavliar
Private Wilson
Private Denham

Morale
Demoralised by explosions and unknown fate of their commander.

Axis Soldiers:
German
Leutnant Hinrichs - Wounded. Serious. UNCONCIOUS
Schutze Westberg
Schutze Roellecke
Schutze Herff
Schutze Fleck - Wounded. Minor
Schutze Loibl - DEAD (Very serious)
Schutze Groth - Wounded. Minor

Italian
Corporale Maggoire D'Dario
Sld. Lettichine
Sld. Bellise
Sld. Disines
Sld. Deluna
Sld. M. Morettie
Sld. P. Morettie

Morale
Demoralised by seeming indestructability of the Americans.

Actions:
- Forming a firing line at the window, the Axis soldiers managed to get rounds off.

- Goodwill and his man were making there way backwards towards further cover when the rounds fired.

- Goodwill took one round to his right calf. The round went straight through, missing any arteries, but his leg can no longer support his weight.

- The Private next to him took around to his abdomen, his small intestine being punctured by the rifle round. He is bleeding freely, and will become critical very soon.

- Hinrichs, having recieved NO first aid since his wound has lost conciousness. He will miss his next post as he is unable to do anything whilst passed out.
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The grenade had detonated just inside the window and James could hear the screams of wounded men inside the building. He was disappointed that his stealthy approach hadn’t been as sneaky as he thought it was. The sight of the 98k barrels in the window had really put him off, and the fact that Meer’s hadn’t followed him to the window meant that he couldn’t storm the room after the blast; two men wouldn’t be able to take on who was left in the building. The Machinegun fire hadn’t stopped so he guessed he hadn’t done anything to those troops. He was just about to get up and make a move back towards the truck when a grenade fell out of the window above him; both he and Horsly took off at a sprint. Launching themselves off the wall and running back to the truck. James reached it first and looked back, reaching his hand out to grab Horsly and pull him behind the truck. But his hand reached for empty air as Horsly’s body was lying motionless halfway between the wall and the truck. Sadness crept into his heart, this was the first time he had seen one of his men die. He wanted to go and collect the body, but Meer’s was pulling at his shirt, telling him they had to go and pointing at the window where a group of men where lining up.

Turning to run back around the truck he was horrified as a bullet struck Meer’s in the stomach, the young private clutched at his guts as if trying to get the bullet out but fell backwards onto the hard road. James was about to take a step forward when he felt his leg explode with pain as a bullet ripped though his calf and he fell next to Meer’s. Dragging himself forward he reached out and grabbed Meer’s by the back of the shirt and tried to drag him along as he crawled towards the back of the truck. He realised this was a foolish effort and looked back at Meer’s the thought of leaving him behind running though his mind, but the priest in him wouldn’t let that happen. Instead he tightened his grip on the private’s shirt and with what strength he had started pulling him along, using his good leg to help propel him along. He had to make it back to his squad; they had to get out of here. Believing they where up against a larger and better equipped force the only option for him and his men where to retreat, providing that he could make it back to the window and call for help.

If he makes it back he would order the retreat.

[Nathan Whyte]

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- To cut a long story short, Goodwill manage to make it back to the building, a pair of riflemen running out to grab the wounded Meer and helping Goodwill in to the building.

- Ordering the retreat, all of the Allied soldiers complied, including the inactive Boss. Yes, I know he's a member, but a Sergeant wouldn't disobey a direct order from a 2Lt without severe reprimandation, or being manhandled away.

The battle is over

Axis Victory
Hinrichs An average battle, you had your good points, you had your low points, but in the end you won, losing one NPC. But at the end of the day, I'd call the kill yours, too. - 25CP

D'Dario The most powerful member on this map in terms of firepower, you managed to keep the attack on the Axis terms. - 25CP

Allied Loss
Goodwill The most agressive member on this map, kudos. It's just a pity it didn't work the way you intended. 15CP

Boss Well, you were here, but now you aren't. You my have completely changed the battle if it wasn't for your inactivity. 10CP


Well done guys, given the map this was an interesting battle.[/color]