Buying the Farm

[Mac Bargett]

EDIT: I noticed now that I have posted it that it's hard to tell the difference between blue dots, I'll fix that in my next map.

Mod is JT and the posting order is:
Mac
Nathan
Hartley
Krause


------------------------------

At least this time it wasn’t a recon mission.

It was something much worst. Mac’s squad needed to hold the line at a crossroad tucked in a small farm. Instead of the usual recon mission, where his squad wanders into an unknown location, as an unspecified enemy force waits for them like an alligator waits for the buffalo to take a drink, the squad had taken defensive positions, and they were the ones who had to wait for the enemy to arrive to the slaughterhouse, but with the line hundreds of miles long, and only a few companies of men able to hold it, Mac barely had enough men to man a rear echelon rest station then hold a frontline crossroad. But although was less marching then recon and his men could take defensive positions, the fear was the same. Fear he could not show to his men, fear that so far, Mac has been successful at hiding. So far, he had also been good at hiding his other main weakness from his men, the fact that he couldn’t kill. So far his Thompson did not need to be fired, the privates under his command could butcher the Germans well enough without him adding to the body count, but Mac knew one day the situation would call for him to fire his weapon to kill, and he could do nothing but pray that today was not the day he would have to, and when it did come, he would be ready, because he certainly wasn’t now.

Sgt. Mac Bargett walked up the pavement from the long empty building that, as the time he had spent on a farm taught him, had once held the farm’s plowing equipment. He had been socializing with the men standing guard there, and although there were no signs of any Germans, Mac was worried, and was returning to the rest of the squad to see if the radioman had gotten a hold of some reinforcements yet.

Radioman Kage James read the sergeant’s mind as he bounded towards him and the rest of the group of soldiers loitering around the barn. He held his radio’s sleek, black handset to him as he gave the NCO the rundown of the past ten minutes, “Sarge, the Captain isn’t available and whoever’s manning their radio now have no idea who or where we are or anything about sending us reinforcements. Do you still want to talk with them?”
Mac thought about that for a moment before he grabbed the handset and held it up to his face. “Hello, my baby,” he sang before quickly changing his voice to something rough and harsh, the voice he used to hide his insecurities with his men “We’ll out here, trying to hold this crossroad, and you can’t get us reinforcements? I don’t care if you have to scrap together the kitchen staff and some hot air balloons, I need some sort of support before my squad gets run over by some panzers!” Mac finished his rant and tossed the handset back to James, and then addressed the men in the same tone, “Alright, we probably won’t be getting any support, so if and when the Germans try to retake this crossroads, if they bring tanks, we are out of luck and the best we can do is retreat back the way we came.” Mac turned his focus just to Radioman James, “Kage, I want you to keep trying your radio until you get someone who knows what they’re doing and can give us some sort of support. Tanks, more men, planes, artillery, anything. And remember, your duty is to protect the radio. I’d rather you retreat with your radio then kill 100 German and have it get shot up. And because of that,” He turned to the rest of his men there, “I need someone to be James’s watchdog, make sure the Germans don’t kill or capture him, any volunteers?”

[William Luther]

Here they were, the very best soldiers in the German Army sat in the back of a fresh halftrack riding down one of the dirtiest shitholes in the entire German Empire. The large metal vehicle shook and rumbled with every slight bump in the road, as William Luther stood in the back, StG44 resting on the ground next to him, the butt and pistol grip facing upwards so he could grab it easily, he swore under his breath as he looked at the surroundings. Short of a network of concrete bunkers, it would be one of his top choices for an area to defend.

Large fields on one side would put any advancing soldiers in the open, and the close-knit trees on the other side of the intersection would provide good cover if a retreat was necessary. Behind them were Allied lines and any guys coming from there wouldn’t be picked off from the air.

He lowered the binoculars, and tucked them inside his black leather jacket, the symbol of pride of the SS. He crouched down, and slid across the bulletproof metal hatch to the cockpit of the vehicle. He muttered for them to stop, and the Halftrack came to a halt, the engine ticking over gently. He signalled with a downwards wave of his hand for those in the back to remain seated as he moved in to the corner, so a prospective sniper wouldn’t be able to get to him.

” Hertz, Klein, Kappel. Sie drei bleiben mit dem Fahrzeug, Klein im Rücken mit Kappel auf dem MG42. Hertz vertraue ich, dass Sie das Fenster anzünden können.” The three soldiers muttered affirmatives, and Klein reached for his 98k and climbed out the side door, locking it from the inside to stop anybody using it. He scurried around the side of the Halftrack and clambered in the back.

” Krause, ich will, dass Sie Kölln und Barbarossa nehmen. Sie können die Ruhe ausarbeiten. Frankfurter, Wolfgang, mit mir. Klar?” Luther could be an absolute ogre some times, but when he was on the Battlefield, he knew it was imperative his men felt they could trust him. ” Ich kann nicht versprechen, dass das, Herren leicht sein, aber sich erinnern wird. Der Fuhrer will, dass wir das zusammen mit der Ruhe Deutschlands tun. Wie können wir versagen?” Speeches had never been his thing either. Oh well.

Translations[/u]

Hertz, Klein, Kappel. Sie drei bleiben mit dem Fahrzeug, Klein im Rücken mit Kappel auf dem MG42. Hertz vertraue ich, dass Sie das Fenster anzünden können. - Hertz, Klein, Kappel. You three remain with the vehicle, Klein in the back with Kappel on the MG42. Hertz, I trust you can fire out the window.

Krause, ich will, dass Sie Kölln und Barbarossa nehmen. Sie können die Ruhe ausarbeiten. Frankfurter, Wolfgang, mit mir. Klar? - Krause, I want you to take Kölln and Barbarossa. You can work out the rest. Frankfurter, Wolfgang, with me. Clear?

Ich kann nicht versprechen, dass das, Herren leicht sein, aber sich erinnern wird. Der Fuhrer will, dass wir das zusammen mit der Ruhe Deutschlands tun. Wie können wir versagen? - I can't promise this will be easy, Gentlemen, but remember. The Fuhrer wants us to do this, along with the rest of Germany. How can we fail?

[Nikolai Feliksovich Alkeav]

This was certainly a strange sight. A Soviet officer surrounded by Americans wondering the French countryside. Perhaps 'wondering' wasn't the proper word, but the image amused Nikita nonetheless. He ha been attached to "observe" this squad after angering one of the Soviet commanders he was translating for in England. It wasn't suppose to be a serious punishment, just something to put fear into his heart. Neither the commander or Nikita was aware that this squad belonged to unit on the front. The American liaisons just told them that sergeant Mac Bargett was a good soldier, one of the best. They neglected to mention that the consequence of this was his near constant presence on the front line.

And now here he was, at a crossroad in the middle of France with not a single fellow Russian for hundreds of miles. In fact, he wasn't aware of any Soviet personnel on this side of continent. That thought did not amuse Nikita. In addition this 'Bargett' had been sent here because of intelligence suspecting an attack on the area. Wonderful. A simple punishment had turned into a potentially life-threatening situation.

Bargett didn't seem too amused either, as the radioman informed him of the incompetence of what was suppose to be their lifeline. He grabbed the radio and shouted a few harsh words and tossed the handset back.

"I need someone to be James’s watchdog, make sure the Germans don’t kill or capture him, any volunteers?” Bargett barked at those standing around him. Nikita watched as every man averted his eyes to the ground or someone next to them almost instantly. The was silence for a moment as Bargett eyed all of them in turn. His eyes fell on Nikita. He could see the mistrust in the Bargett's eyes. Nikita was no stranger to this; It seemed as though all Americans had an instinctive suspicion about Soviets.

"I will watch over him," Nikita spoke after a second or two of eye contact with Bargett. Nikita needed to gain the man's trust if they both wanted to survive what the Germans were willing to throw at them. Nikita turned to James, "You have everything you need to order artillery, yes?" The man meekly said 'yes' and looked at his sergeant to see if this was some kind of joke that he hadn't been informed of.

OOC: Changed the colours of the units and replaced hartley with myself.

[cjones]

Günter Krause hunched back in the cramped compartment of a Sonderkraftfahrzeug 25, trying to angle his rifle in such a way that it didn’t jump up and poke him every time the vehicle hit a bump in the road. A mosquito landed on his neck and he quickly slapped at it. He turned his hand over… the bastard got away. Instead, his hand was now wet with sweat. Sweat that covered his body—every square inch of it. The French countryside was not all it was made out to be. “Fuck zis heat” he thought. The mercury had risen a substantial amount this week, and he had been stuck with his unit while they mobilized. He removed a kerchief and wiped the perspiration from his brow. The loud diesel engine would spew acrid black smoke every so often which would act as a blanket of heat. Krause dangled a cigarette in his mouth, and squinted up at the clear blue sky. There was not a cloud in sight. He often admired the serenity of nature during these times of intense and horrific warfare.

A Schütze sat across from him, he was working a pinch of chewing tobacco around in his mouth. He cleared his throat and spat, the juices landing on and around Krause’s boot. Günter looked at the man and wound up as if he were to slap the soldier in the face. ”Was zum Teufel?!” he said, holding his arms out. Günter shook his head, and noticed Sturmscharführer Luther had risen from his seat and unsheathed a pair of binoculars. Krause scrambled up and peered over the armored side of the halftrack. They were approaching a small farm… Krause would guess an acre. Two houses and a small shed ran parallel to the dirt road they were traveling on, which were flanked by a large field with a sparse population of cattle. Krause ducked back down and studied the facial expression of Luther. The commanding officer retreated back down and told the driver to stop. Günter brought up his rifle and quickly expected his self to make sure he had the equipment he needed ready. Luther turned to the men and spouted off a set of orders. Krause acknowledged them. He was to lead Kölln and Barbarossa. Luther did not specify or go into detail; Krause knew he trusted all of the men to do their duty. He crossed his chest and recited a quick Hail Mary, grabbing his rifle stock, ready to leap out of the door.

OOC: Haven't changed the map since I haven't moved from the halftrack

[Mac Bargett]

OOC: I got permission to move Nikita

None of the privates standing around Mac volunteered nor gave any signs that they heard their sergeant ask for one of them to protect Comms man James. This did not surprise Sgt. Bargett, although they were all good soldiers and fought with all the skill and determination they had when they were called upon to, they were all draftees, and Mac figured that the only thing they ever volunteered for was to lick the spoon after their mothers made a cake.

The only man left was the tagalong observer, Lt. Alkaline. When Mac was told that his unit was going to be observed, in the field, by a green translator, he was annoyed. The comms man could speak French, and he himself spoke German, neither planned on dying anytime soon, so unless they were being shipped to Italy or Japan, they didn’t need another, especially one who couldn’t fight. Then, when he was told that the translator was from Russia, he became disgusted. Dear America might not have been the quickest country up-at-arms for both World Wars, but at least she didn’t sign treaties with the Germans.

The Russian caught Mac‘s gaze as he tried to stare down his men, and surprised him with his comment, "I will watch over him," “Watch, or hand over to the Germans?” Mac responded, although only in his head. His gut told him that it would be a good idea to put the two together, keep them both out of trouble. But his head said that he shouldn't rely on a untested foregin soldier to protect one of his men.

After the radioman replied that he could call in artillery, he turned to Mac, and the man's look told him that he had the same feelings as his sarge. Mac started to express his discomfort with the plan, but was cut off when he heard the low pitched rumble of a diesel engine in the distance.
Mac’s speech instantly fell to a whisper, “Do you hear that? A tank? They said there wasn’t any reinforcements in this section, so it can’t be ours. Everyone, quickly, take your positions, try not to be seen and only shoot if it’s a perfect shot. And don’t forget the retreat signal.”

Two privates dashed into the open door of the empty barn, and another ran to the plow shed, where the other privates were still on watch over the crossroads. The last remaining private tried to follow the other one, but Mac grabbed his arm as he spoke to the Russian and the radioman, “Ok, I guess our flatfooted comrade can watch over James, I want you two to hide yourselves in the woods, and James, if we all start running towards the woods, that’s the sign to call in the artillery. Alright? Go.”

As the precious cargo fled into the woods, Mac left go of the private, “Queen, I want you to go with them too, try and watch for us, but don’t be seen.”

With everyone else in their positions, Mac pulled his M1A1 Thompson from his back as he ran into the barn. Quickly he slid the old, rotting door close and ran to his position, in the corner with the window as the privates around him sat prone, watching through thin cracks in the doors. Mac too got on his stomach and watched out his door, waiting for the Germans to do the first move.

[William Luther]

OOC: Sorry Mac, but if this is successful, you’re out of the battle before it even began.

Sorry, no time for a map, but I think it’s self-explanatory.

”Herr!”

Luther looked up, and towards Kappel, raising a single blond eyebrow. The soldier pointed towards the nearby road. Luther picked himself up, and pulled his field glasses from underneath his jacket up to his eyes. They magnified the view, and he saw several men scurrying about, obvious they knew they were here. He took the time to swear, before putting the gun-metal object back hidden from view. ” Sie haben uns gesehen. Sie haben Radio, so erwarten Sie Unterstützung, oder vielleicht sogar Artillerie in dort dem Interesse. Wir werden diesen Kampf in der Nähe von ihnen behalten müssen.”

He turned back to his squad of men, and signalled at the weapons they held. ” Endkontrollen. Treiber, diese Scheune da drüben, geht!” With a confirmation, the halftrack slipped in to gear and began rolling forwards. The soldiers in the back made sure the weapons were cocked. Luther considered bayonets, but he knew how close they’d be getting out of the vehicle, and it would only cause problems. He bent down to Krause. “Stock mit dem Fahrzeug. Hören Sie sie das Entgehen auf”

The vehicle came up to the barn, and the MG Gunner aimed at the wooden door on the side. He fired a dozen bullets close together in to the old wood, causing it to crumble easily, leaving a large hole. He gave a thumbs-up backwards to Luther who stood up, and reached on to his belt, and grabbed a grenade. He unscrewed the wooden bottom and pulled on the porcelain ball. He waited a few seconds before quickly leaning over the edge of the vehicle slipping it through the hole, allowing it to fall down in to the building.. He caught the view of legs as he leaned out, and realised this would almost certainly kill some American’s. The grenade was just a distraction though.

He pointed to Frankfurter, and the second the grenade detonated, the Corporal pushed open the large door on the back of the vehicle. Frankfurter leaped out, followed by Wolfgang and then Luther. The halftrack moved forwards and slightly away from the door, allowing the MG42 on the top to aim clearly at the door. Wolfgang kicked it open, before dropping down on to the ground, to allow a clean line of fire. Kappel spotted two Allies inside, and squeezed off bursts towards both of the rifle-wielding soldiers, to make sure they were dead. Six 7.92mm bullets had that effect on some people. Luther and Frankfurter came in, looking in separate direction, Frankfurter towards the road, and Luther to the back door. An American with a rather vicious looking SMG was by the back, and Luther tried to get the first bullets off, not raising his rifle to his soldier, and sending a burst from the hip, before moving the StG44 to his shoulder and aiming again, sending another burst towards the chest of the soldier. The Allies had been putting up harsh resistance in the area, and prisoners could help.

Frankfurter was prone, looking towards the road, and signalled Wolfgang upwards, to come next to him. The two soldiers aimed, ready to fire if anything moved while Luther moved up to the American and quickly removed his weapons, before letting his StG44 fall on the sling. He brought his pistol out, and grabbed the American in a choke-grip with one hand, resting the pistol on his temple with the other and dragged him out behind the halftrack, tossing him to the ground behind the halftrack. Rope was pulled from somewhere, and two Germans descended on the American to tie him up. Luther holstered the handgun before swinging his rifle back round and joining Kappel and Frankfurter.

Translations[/u]

Sie haben uns gesehen. Sie haben Radio, so erwarten Sie Unterstützung, oder vielleicht sogar Artillerie in dort dem Interesse. Wir werden diesen Kampf in der Nähe von ihnen behalten müssen. - They've seen us. They've got radio, so expect support, or maybe even artillery on there behalf. We'll need to keep this battle close to them.

Endkontrollen. Treiber, diese Scheune da drüben, geht! - Final checks. Driver, that barn over there, go!

Stock mit dem Fahrzeug. Hören Sie sie das Entgehen auf - Stick with the vehicle. Stop them escaping.


So, I move towards the right-hand side window of the barn, blast a hole in the brittle wood with an MG42 (easily done), dropped a grenade in, moved in with Luther and two men under MG cover. Shot some Yanks and took Mac prisoner. Well, hopefully I did.

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

Moderation Post:

Please use image shack from here on out guys.

The following actions have been made:

- Luther and his band of merry men advanced onto the rear entrance of the barn with out resistance as the Allies have no vehicles and didn't want to attract attention without being able to attempt to destroy it.

- The Allies were clearly able to see the group of Axis soldiers advancing toward them and took appropriate measures to avoid damage (shown on map).

- The grenade has blown the rear door off the hinges causing no one any damage Axis or Allied alike.

- Luther never saw any legs(way to god mod moderator! ), never made those shots, never grabbed anyone by the throat or tied them up (again), mainly because he hasn't any rope!

- The Axis stand ready inside the barn and outside toward the rear.

- The Allies have moved from the location to avoid being shot.

NEXT POST: Nikita Alkeav





-JT

[Nikolai Feliksovich Alkeav]

Nikita watched silently from the forest while Bargett and his men made their escape from the barn as the half-track rumbled up to meet them. Bargett came out waving his arms madly trying to get Nikita's attention while not making any noise. The ripping of a machine gun and boom of the grenade rolled their way to Nikita's ears a second later. Bargett ducted behind a fence with one of his men and the other dashed into the woods.

Nikita gripped his rifle and flipped off the safety; time to show the American what a Soviet can do. He turned to the Radioman, "Hand me your map of the area." James obediently pulled out a small map and gave it to Nikita. He tried to read the coordinates of the barn but the system was completely alien to him, instead had simply pointed to a spot slightly southwest of the crossroads, about where the half-track was, "I want support fire at this point. Now go find a clearing and call it in." James nodded and took off to the north while Nikita moved to the south, using the trees as best he could to obscure himself.

An American private was loitering nearby staring in the direction of the barn. "You there!" called out Nikita, nearly giving the private a heart attack, "Come with me and stay close. We're saving your sergeant." The private, Queen his chest said, said nothing but followed anyway. The roar of distant guns rumbled through the forest. Nikita could only pray that the coordinates had gone through properly; It was not uncommon for garbled transmissions to cause friendly-fire on the eastern front.

As the shells began to fall, Bargett and the man with him fell back to the treeline as Nikita and Queen arrived. Nikita called over a private to the west as well. There were now five of them all waiting in the treeline as the shells leveled the old barn. Nikita looked at those around him, "We're going to scare the hell out of them. I want a single concentrated volley on that barn. Spread out and stay low, and begin firing when I do. After that do not shoot unless you have a clear shot. Go.'" The group dispersed and took up positions just inside the woods all with clear lines of sight into the barn. Nikita waited behind a particularly sturdy looking tree and rested his rifle against it for stability. He waited a moment as the shelling stopped. The seconds ticked by with nothing happening.

Then something inside moved. Nikita quickly shifted his sights to the moving object and fired two shots. In seconds entire treeline exploded with the sounds of rifles, every man emptying their magazines. As quickly as it had come the treeline fell silent.

OOC: The circle is the intended target area. I'll Pm a clean version to anyone that wants it.

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

Nikita, did you recieve permission to move Mac during your action, if so then any move Mac would make during his post would be made null and void.

And would it kill you guys to use thin lines, to save the map a bit.

-JT

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

Moderation Post:

The following actions have been made:

- Nikita clearly giving his orders for indirect fire support and to advance and fire on the building have been successful as there was pretty much nothing to obscure them.

- The radioman was able to call in the request for artillery, although the coordinates were only slightly off, they landed in the dead middle of the barn.

- Luther (cert) was able to pick out small movements in the tree-line and was about to order his own men to fire on the position, but being the skilled soldier that he is also heard the distant firing of artillery and feeling it better to error on the side of caution immediately ordered his men to pull back rapidly.

- Seeing and hearing the urgency in their leader's voice the Axis men acted quickly to vacate the area as the incoming artillery rounds whizzed in.

- The half-track, already in gear, was able to clear the area with the Corporal and a Private in tow, climbing in the back. Luther was able to move quickly enough to clear the blast radius, the last remaining Private was not so fortunate, having caught a large splinter with his spine, he will die within the next post, there is nothing that can be done about it.

- The Barn has been leveled in it's entirety, only a few craters, dust and debris litter the area.

- The Allies, having almost nothing to shoot at still fired when ordered, there position has slightly been revealed as the ringing in everyones ears has muffled the fire a bit.

- The Axis are temporarily invisible until the excess junk in the air settles from the barrage, two posts from now.

Next Post: Gunter Krause



-JT

[Mac Bargett]

With the artillery silent and the barn obliterated, the adrenaline rush from his escape from the now nonexistent barn had ended and Mac only fired a short burst from his M1A1 Thompson before he stood up from his crouched position and replaced the almost full magazine with a fresh one as he surveyed the scene.
Like the calm after a storm, the farm was peaceful once again, and although the dust cloud that had once been a large brown barn still hung in the air and obstructed his view, Sgt. Mac was sure that the shell blast had engulfed the halftrack.
“Forgive them Lord, they know not what they do,” The quick little internal prayer was as much for himself, his men, and the artillery crews as it was for the dead Germans that had down nothing wrong but live in an oppressive country and attack the wrong barn at the wrong time.

As the soft ringing in his ears disappeared, Mac’s moment of mourning was cut short. Through the dust and under the annoyed moos of a confused and frightened cow, the whine of the halftrack still drone on. Quickly he got back into character, ”Alkaline!” Mac shouted to his Russian “superior” over the pings of his men reloading their Garands, “The halftrack’s still running! Hold your positions men! We’re going to have to do it the hard way now. Come on.” The last comment was directed to the two privates around him, and Mac motioned for Pvt. Queen to get closer.

“Alright, Yoke, Queen, I want you to watch that crossroad. We’re going to let that dust clear and the Germans show their hand before we attack. Just keep to the trees and stay away from the road, They already know where we are and that machine gun means business.”

The fire team trotted through the bushes, trees, and dry leaves to get to a position that they each thought would give them the best position. Pvt. Yoke rushed straight to a tight grouping of trees and pointed his M1 towards the road through one of the elderly tree’s V-trunk. Queen took a closer position then Yoke, and went prone in the weeds around another tree. With his rifle rested on one of it’s exposed roots and no trees in his way, he could spot anything coming along the road.

The Sergeant took his time to get to a good position, and took one behind a tree close to the only building left standing. For a second he stood with the Thompson’s butt dug into his right shoulder and aiming down it’s sights. From his position against the tree, he had a clear field of view, so he lowered the gun and crotched and waited for what happened next.



Huh?

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

Moderation Post:

Nikita, did you recieve permission to move Mac during your action, if so then any move Mac would make during his post would be made null and void.

And would it kill you guys to use thin lines, to save the map a bit.

-JT

Maybe you missed that? Not that there was anything to Mod anyway, but you and your men have made no movements.

Luther you're up.

-JT

****EDIT****
Mac, why would you place Luther right next to a building that was hit by Artillery, he is an arms length away on your map, use a bit of common sense here!

[William Luther]

OOC: The events of this post are assuming my moves are successful. If the enemy flees instead of standing and fighting, assume we chased them through the woods and stabbed them in the backs. We ARE that hardcore.

Luther’s ears pricked as he heard tell-tale krumping noises of artillery. He took half a moment to swear under his breath as he pushed himself him self up from his one knee. ” Bewegung, Bewegung, kommt hier heraus!” Not stopping to question the reason, the soldiers span, sprinting out of the building as fast as they could. Within a matter of seconds, there was nothing from where they had been apart from a few splinters standing almost comically in the ground.

Luther dived to the ground as the shells hit, and thanked it as a large piece of wood clove through where his head would have been. He twisted around and made a quick count. Kölln lay on the floor, a large piece of wood sticking from his chest and blood flowing out freely. Luther pulled himself up again and ran over crouched low and skidded in the grass, landing on his ass next to the dying private. ” Das ist ganz richtig, das ist ganz richtig, mich auf Sie einen Blick werfen lassen.” He didn’t really need to take a look, half of the guy’s shirt had been torn off, and from the trail of sausages sticking out, he could see Kolln was beyond hope. With a sigh, the soldier stared at Luther, and let out a final sentence. ” Bitte lassen ... meine Eltern wissen, ich starb ein Held” Luther just nodded, as the soldier let out a final breath and stopped twitching. Gently, Luther tipped the dead man’s helmet forward so it covered the face and stood up.

He turned and spotted Frankfurter sprinting across the grass, concern etched on his face. Luther called out as he began running. ” Kommen Sie in der Halbspur zurück, bringen Sie ihm diesen Weg. Schnell!” Turning quickly, Frankfurter jumped back in to the Halftrack, and it began driving towards Luther. As it passed, Luther put one hand on a small handle inside the door, and jumped, putting one foot inside the corner of the vehicle and swinging around, pulling the door shut behind him. He thought it looked very cool. ”Jene Bastarde haben Kölln getötet. Er hatte keine Chance, fast sofortiger Tod. Wir müssen all und jeden von ihnen Bezahlung machen. Er tat einen Helden, und wir müssen sicherstellen, dass sie alle zahlen, bevor wir ihn nach Hause nehmen. Sind Sie alle mit mir?”

The back of the vehicle echoed with confirmations as multiple metallic sounds were torn from each weapon. On the MG42, Kappel called out, swinging the weapon around to aim, and crouching slightly, staring down the sights of the MG42, determination etched on every part of his face. “Vor uns, in den Bäumen.” The soldier licked his lips with delight as his finger curled around the trigger. Luther though for a second before issuing his orders. ” Bajonette der üblen Lage.” Each man drew his bright bayonet and slid it atop his weapon and carefully twisted to face the door, making sure they weren’t slicing the shoulder of the man in front of them off. Luther spoke again, bringing his StG44 around ready to fire. ” Ich und Kappel wird Sie bedecken. Verwenden Sie die Bäume und haben Sie Angst nicht zu schießen. Sie sollten unterdrückt werden, aber bereit sein zu schießen. Nehmen Sie keine Gefangenen, sie alle verdienen zu sterben.”

With a roar of the engine, the halftrack turned along side the trees, and instantly the MG42 opened up, sending slicing bullets through the trees. He could see one soldier by the edge of the trees, and sent a large stitch of fire through the soldier’s chest, hopefully causing maximum pain before death. With a cry, Luther kicked the door open and leapt out of the moving halftrack, crouching with the impact, but standing instantly with his StG44 in shoulder. He squeezed of bursts, only paying attention to the forest as the Halftrack had him covered from the side, and they’d just come from the rear. The remaining soldiers began leaping out of the halftrack, firing instantly towards the forest hoping to catch and enemy unawares. The MG42 carried on spitting death out. The driver took a split second decision and twisted the wheel, flattening a few bushed and sending the halftrack in to a small clearing, at the end of which stood Alkeav. He was greeted by automatic fire as the infantry began moving.

Luther led them, sprinting the short distance to the trees and plunging through the branches. The two privates, Frankfurter and Krause followed behind with their bayonets, and ran towards a first target, the one the MG gunner had aimed at. They fired further rounds into him before stabbing into the chest of the unit, twisting to cause maximum damage and pulling out. Luther passed them, slipping a fresh magazine in to his rifle as he came towards the clearing. He dropped to one knee and fired towards Alkeav. The Corporal joined him, dropping to his knee and firing off while Krause, Wolfgang and Barbarossa moved on him with bayonets. They made sure he was dead before running over to the halftrack for cover.

The Halftrack remained in gear, but held still, the Machine gun spun around to aim through the trees. Luther rallied his men on to him and began moving through the trees, more slowly this time, looking through every gap carefully, ready to either dive for cover or charge. Luther was on point, his StG44 in shoulder and the soldiers behind him fanned out, rifles ready to fire or stab. Luther broke in to English temporarily. ”This is your last chance. Lay down your weapons and step on to the road with your hands on your heads!” It was a bit of a lie. If they moved out, they would be killed. No prisoners.

Luther and his men slowly moved on before he spotted a single soldier. It would be whoever shot first, and Luther tried to make sure it was him, squeezing the trigger of his rifle letting out a large burst at the soldier. As one, the soldiers moved forward, darting between trees, working in pair seeking out the rest of the enemy to kill them. Luther moved on his own, but Barbarossa and Krause, Wolfgang and Frankfurter were ready together to kill. They would all kill, and wouldn’t be satisfied until their bayonets were coated in red.

Translations[/u]

Bewegung, Bewegung, kommt hier heraus! – Move, move, get out of here!

Das ist ganz richtig, das ist ganz richtig, mich auf Sie einen Blick werfen lassen. - It's alright, it's alright, let me have a look at you.

Bitte lassen ... meine Eltern wissen, ich starb ein Held - Please... let my parents know, I died a hero.

Kommen Sie in der Halbspur zurück, bringen Sie ihm diesen Weg. Schnell! - Get back in the halftrack, bring it this way. Fast!

Jene Bastarde haben Kölln getötet. Er hatte keine Chance, fast sofortiger Tod. Wir müssen all und jeden von ihnen Bezahlung machen. Er tat einen Helden, und wir müssen sicherstellen, dass sie alle zahlen, bevor wir ihn nach Hause nehmen. Sind Sie alle mit mir? - Those bastards have killed Kölln. He had no chance, almost instant death. We need to make each and every one of them pay. He did a hero, and we need to make sure that they all pay before we take him home. Are you all with me?

Vor uns, in den Bäumen. - Ahead of us, in the trees.

Bajonette der üblen Lage. – Fix bayonets

Ich und Kappel wird Sie bedecken. Verwenden Sie die Bäume und haben Sie Angst nicht zu schießen. Sie sollten unterdrückt werden, aber bereit sein zu schießen. Nehmen Sie keine Gefangenen, sie alle verdienen zu sterben. - Me and Kappel will cover you. Use the trees and don't be afraid to shoot. They should be suppressed, but be ready to fire. Take no prisoners, they all deserve to die.


EDIT: So, basically, JT, a great big bloody bayonet charge through the forest under covering/suppressing fire from the MG42 and me. I have given orders for no prisoners after all of my guys got pissed with those Allies for killing Kolln.

Maps: img18.imageshack.us/img18/9320/buyingthefarm1f.png

Clean: img23.imageshack.us/img23/9092/buyingthefarm1m.png

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

Moderation Post:

The following actions have been made:

- Kolln has died, and an infuriated Luther has VERY effectively rallied his troops for a pretty well thought out attack.

- Not perfectly thought out.

- Once the Axis light armor started to move around the eastern side of the destroyed building, the closest of the three Allied PVTs in the western building signaled for the rest of the men to take up positions to fire down the road.

- The Axis MG gunner was never really able to lay down effective cover fire at the beginning of the attack as the semi auto rifles of the western Allies kept him fairly pinned.

- The Allies in the woods, knowing that the MG on the Half-track was more than enough to cut through most of the greenery, pulled back a bit, able to nail one of the German PVTs once he entered the clearing, again, the semi auto rifles just put too much lead down range.

- In the turmoil of it all, a second German PVT must have had an angel...for a bit, he kept right on truckin and was unscathed, tearing a hole into an American PVTs chest large enough to put your arm in, having skewered him and then fired, killing him, but as the limp body fell, so did his cover, he too was shot to death.

- Luther and the remaining two PVTs have mostly stayed back to avoid the heavy fire the Allies have put down.

- The MG gunner was able to fire upon the soldier to the west, two have ducked back inside, the third trying as hard as he can to be lower than the ground he is laying on.

img16.imageshack.us/img16/5126/buyingthefarm2.png




-JT

[Nikolai Feliksovich Alkeav]

The gray hulk of a halftrack thundered out of the dissipating dust cloud. Bullets bit at everything around the soldiers waiting in the treeline. Nikita quickly gave the order to fall back and each man rose and fled from the now unsafe position. The halftrack seemed to fire to follow them right into the woods, stopping just short of the trees. A few seconds later Germans appeared from behind it and began firing. Almost as one, each of the Americans stopped dead in their tracks and returned fire instantly cutting down one of the Germans. Unfortunately, Private Queen hadn't made it as far as the others and another German stampeded forward driving his bayonet into Queen's chest before pulling the trigger. Nikita had seen it happen many times to good men, yet the brutal act never ceased to make his blood boil. Nikita raised his rifle and brought the barbarian into his sights. He waited for Queen's lifeless body to crumple before putting two bullets into the German's chest. The enemy fell forward onto his own victim, their blood mixing in a massive puddle seeping through the soil.

Not a moment later, another barbarian came charging through the trees with an automatic rifle blasting away into the forest. Nikita shifted his aim and fired three more shots. A stray round embedding itself into the tree next to his head convinced him that this probably wasn't the safest of places. He caught Bargett's eyes and motioned for him to fall back. Nikita moved off without waiting for a response, trusting Bargett's competence.

Running through the woods Nikita sighted the radioman, James, hiding behind a tree apparently spooked by the firefight to the south. "James! We are falling back!" he shouted to the pale faced soldier. James hesitated for moment before trying to catch up with Nikita. The two met up a few metres later and stopped. Nikita looked around trying to get his bearings, he could barely make up Bargett making his way through the woods toward him, "We are going to make a stand here. Place yourself several metres behind us and try to stay out of the fight. If the situation becomes untenable, then leave." Bargett caught up with him and Nikita repeated the orders.

Nikita found a sturdy looking tree nearby, placing himself slightly behind it and rested his rifle against the trunk for support. They would bleed these Germans white.

OOC: Not much to mark; Mac and I are making a kind of joint post here, so I've mentioned his movement but have tried not to "move" him myself. Only offensive actions taken were the shots at Luther.
I'm having a bit of trouble with Imageshack so I'll PM the clean map to JT and Mac tomorrow.