Post by ∬: Felix Odegaard on May 4, 2009 16:01:27 GMT
The three Commonwealth soldiers in the small stretch of trees opposite of the SS men had started to claim so-called victory, clapping each other on the back and yelling shouts of joy at their successful flanking maneuver on the German soldiers. But their happiness was short lived, however, as the troops of Adolf Hitler himself charged out of the pines, their sharp steel bayonets gleaming in the morning French light. The British soldiers clambered to fire a quick volley at the fanatical SS troopers. One bullet entered a private’s leg, cutting through thick muscle and tendons and spraying dark blood allover the picture perfect French snow. He groaned in pain as his helmeted head smacked the snow, and his wounded leg flopped helplessly. Another bullet hit a soldier’s hand, slicing his pinky finger off at the base. The severed appendage bounced off the stock of his rifle, leaving a dark crimson smear on the watertight wood. The finger landed about three inches from the man with the wounded leg, and he groaned again at the gruesome sight. But the man who lost it didn’t even realize he was hit, let alone a pinky finger torn right off his hand.
As the German SS men waded through the small river obstructing their charge, the Britons worked their bolts and sent another volley at the advancing German troops. Only one man was hit this time, a private by the name of Klemens Langendorf, and the bullet thudded into his skinny stomach, tearing the tender organ apart. It was not life threatening, but poor Private Klemens stumbled back, loosing his footing on the slippery rock-covered bed of the river. He slipped into the deeper water, quickly going under and being swept downstream. All that was left of him was a cracked pair of spectacles, which Rottenfuhrer Odegaard quickly snatched up in his gloved hand. As the Waffen-SS troops stormed onto dry land, the Britons fired their final volley. One of the Germans was mutilated by fire, one entering his heart. He was mangled beyond recognition.
Finally, as the German soldiers stormed through the trees, two of the British privates hopped in front of their Corporal, hoping to make a meat shield. It failed. They were mercilessly butchered by the German bayonets, their Corporal out in the open. Felix saw his chance and lunged toward the British NCO, bayonet extended. The sharp tip stabbed into throat, slicing through his windpipe and spraying a massive amount of blood allover his assailant’s upper half. Another one of the German’s bayonets stabbed into his side, cracking a rib and puncturing his lung. Corporal Ashworth was dead. It was the fate for every one of the Britons, except for one cowardly one that ran for his pitiful life, screams of terror escaping his throat. Odegaard smiled grimly from the success of his assault, blood and organs spread throughout the once-pristine forest. But the Germans could not bathe in their glory for too long, and Rottenfuhrer Odegaard gave the order to fall back.
As the remnants of the German force slowly sulked back to a small structure on the horizon, the British were starting to regroup and ready for a counterattack. Felix and his troops took up a position in the house, one soldier in a separate sector. Several unused rounds of British ammunition lay on the creaky floorboards, signifying that the enemy had already been there. The British soldiers slowly crept up behind the Germans, but one of their wounded comrades saw them and screamed words of warning across the hamlet. The other, able bodied soldiers bolted from the old French farmhouse, only to see a squad of British soldiers trying to execute a sneak attack on the Germans. They quickly shot and hit one of the sneaky Britons, and he collapsed pitifully on the snow. But the British leader pulled a grenade from his webbing and tossed it at the Germans, blowing most of them to hell. Only Felix Odegaard and one other private remained. Felix realized that it was Johannes Rott, the private whose pinky had been torn off. He looked at Felix, fear sparkling in his handsome blue eyes. Johannes. The battle has been lost. We must retreat.” Felix hissed, hoping the British were not sneaking up on them. Johannes turned his back and started to run. Felix grabbed him by the Y-straps, jerking the cowardly private back. Felix quickly slapped him and scorned ”Not now, idiot! When I start to run follow me. Don’t even look back.” Johannes nodded as Felix unclipped a smoke grenade from his belt, clutching it in his right hand. He slowly stalked to the side of the house, pulling the pin on the smoke and tossing it in the general direction of the British troops. ”Now!” Felix hissed, and both of them started to head for the hills.
Nazi Germany had lost one more battle.
Waffen-SS, Das Reich!
Daniel Brennan
Honorary Member of Issuing Orders Master Sergeant (Irish) STR:10 END:10 FRM:20 LDR:51 SPC:00
Post by Daniel Brennan on May 4, 2009 16:42:54 GMT
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Wow... that was bad, Felix...
CP and Result: Felix:
You made a successfull retreat with your smoke covering you, but you left behind 4 injured men on the battlefield which you could have helped to get away. That is disgraceful and it is unlikely that you will find yourself in command of such a large force again and it is lucky that you are not getting demoted.
You performed poorly in the battle overall and you didn't make much use of tactics. For most of the battle you merely exchanged volleys of shots with a smaller British force. You did, however, redeem yourself at the end of the battle when you took advantage of your superior bayonets. In the future it would be better for you to command a smaller force of men, as they will perform better. You have been awarded 24CP for being a good sport and making good posts.
Davies:
You used good tactics, doing a successfull flanking maneuver (Which really should have killed more...) and ultimately winning the battle. You lost a few men to a German charge, but you really couldn't have done anything about that. You have also gained 3 POWs (The fourth man was critically injured and he died)! 40CP and if you continue like this, you are going to go far.
