Pushing Onwards

[Nathan Whyte]

OOC: Naturally, as I'm always moving in a plane, I don't need to put a map with my posts, but when I do shoot at the ground, I'll mark on my targets and my line of attack. Nazi's once your first post is made, that's the final numbers for your troops and AAA.

Posting order is Me, Ehrlichmann, Mason then Krueger. Enjoy!

The Spitfire lazily sliced its way through the clouds. Nathan was sat inside, occasionally making slight adjustments to the controls, but or the most part of it, he was motionless, contemplating.

He slowly pushed downwards, letting the plane gently slip below the sparse whiteness, and into clear view of the airfield. A gentle plume of smoke rose up ahead, and, as Nathan and his wingman descended to only a hundred or so meters above the ground, he could clearly make out the squad of men running across the fields towards the airfield.

Nathan pulled off to the left, ready to come over the airfield from the north. He took in the entire view ahead. The ground was pock-marked with hundreds of craters, some larger than others, yet, somehow, the runway seemed to be undamaged. Atleast one part of the raid had gone ahead, yet, the dickheads of Generals that he was under, meant that not only did he not have access to a radio man on the ground to contact with, nor did he have any idea what kind of troops he would be facing. For all he knew, there could be fifty Flak turrets with half a battalion of men down there. Not a nice situation for anybody at all, especially with the distinct lack of bombs he possessed. He took a few deep breaths, steadying his nerves as he swept round in a gentle curve.

”Alright Birdy, you know what we’re doing. Ready to go in?”
”Roger that, November, let’s give them a right beating!”

As one, the two gentle planes began a low run towards the airfield. So it began.

[sturmgeshutze]

Lukas awoke to the sound of American mustangs soaring above the convoy, they seemed to only be scoping out the small troop of SS that were sent to defend this point from the Allies. It was raining outside, and it had been for the last couple of days. The sky was grey and the woods seemed to bask in the season’s colors. Eight men were sent to defend the airfield. It seemed crucial to keep the allies held at that point because it would further prevent them from setting up base in the old hangers. Once secured, the Allies would have a much greater chance of refuelling and resupplying from that point.

The roads were muddy and Lukas would then have a good reason to clean his rifle. But that wasn’t the concern, Lukas would have to command a group of 8 and set up a defensive perimeter. This would’ve been the first time he commanded a group since the war games that were used to train his leadership abilities in Düsseldorf. They were getting close to their objective, as Lukas pulled out a pencil and the map he was given of the situation.

The other soldiers watched as he scribbled away on the map, the sound of the pencil on the paper echoed throughout the truck. Everyone was now watching him. Lukas sought it as a perfect opportunity to reveal his plans. The men gathered around the corporal to listen in as Lukas lifted his head to see the men.

"Ganz richtig Männer, hören Sie. Das Ziel ist, diesen Flugplatz von den Amerikanern zu halten. Zwei Männer werden ein Schützenloch teilen und tief verschanzen. Ein Maschinengewehr wird an der linken Ecke des 1. Lagers aufgestellt, und das zweite wird an der richtigen Ecke des 2. Lagers aufmarschiert. Die anderen vier Männer werden vor Lagern 1 und 2 verschanzen. Wir schätzen 10 amerikanischen Infanteristen und dauernde Luftunterstützung so merken Sie sich, zu denken und Ihren Kopf zu unterdrücken. Wir haben einen Medizinstudenten einsatzbereit, ein Flakvierling, der von einem Soldaten, und einem Scharfschützen begleitet ist, der uns bei der Verteidigung hilft. Es wird viel Munition geben, um ringsherum zu gehen, aber sich zu merken, es klug zu verwenden."

"Irgendwelche Frage-Soldaten? Sein eine leichte Aufgabe, bleiben Sie scharf und merken Sie sich, Ihren Kopf zu unterdrücken. Versuchen Sie nicht, ein Held auch zu sein, wir haben nur 10 Männer einschließlich meiner selbst auf dem Punkt. Es würde eine Last sein, um Ihnen allen Haus in Leichensäcken zu senden."

By the time Lukas finished his briefing, they had arrived at the hangers. He climbed out of the truck followed by the troops. The troops got to their duties immediately and Lukas climbed over a pile of rubble to sit down. He looked up and squinted into the distant trees where the Americans were sure to be. An SS-Rottenführer stood behind the pile of rubble.

“Herr Erlichmann?”

Lukas stood up and turned around, he looked down at the soldier. He was wearing a field hat. His left hand held a cigarette and the other hand grasped the weapon he was quite familiar with. It was the Karabiner 98k with a scope. Suddenly Lukas recognized him to be the sniper.

-Translation-

"Ganz richtig Männer, hören Sie. Das Ziel ist, diesen Flugplatz von den Amerikanern zu halten. Zwei Männer werden ein Schützenloch teilen und tief verschanzen. Wir schätzen 10 amerikanischen Infanteristen und dauernde Luftunterstützung so merken Sie sich, zu denken und Ihren Kopf zu unterdrücken. Wir, ein Flakvierling, der von einem Soldaten, und einem Scharfschützen begleitet ist, der uns bei der Verteidigung hilft. Es wird viel Munition geben, um ringsherum zu gehen, aber sich zu merken, es klug zu verwenden."

Listen up men. The objective is to defend the airfield from the Americans. Two men will share a foxhole and entrench. The eight of you will entrench in front of hangars one and two. We are estimating 10 American infantrymen, and continual allied air support. For support, a Flakvierling with a gunner, and a sniper. There will be plenty of ammunition, but remember to use it wisely and try to make every shot count. Remember also to keep your head down.

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

Unless I just totally missed something, I don't belive you own, nor have access to all of the equipment that you listed and showed on the map. If you can't get it or don't already have it, you can't use it in any hostile thread, sorry but what is the point of a shop if you don't have to purcahse the stuff?

-JT

[∬: Rafael Z. Wolfram]

Well...... Lukas requested stuff in the Division roster, but quite obviously hasn't waited for permission before using the units.
Platoon 4AA only has 6 men, he has used 8.
Flak Gun is under Strumfelder's Support Company, unless he's given Lukas permission, he's illegally using it.
Sniper - I don't have a clue where he got that unit from!? Strum?

Just thought I'd try and help work out where he got the units from, I'm happy to supply him the 8 units for this battle, but platoon 2AA does only have 6, so he's taking units he hasn't got yet. Plus, MG42 crews!?
- Raf

[sturmgeshutze]

ill edit this guys, I'm really sorry. This is my first time so please bear with me.

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

It's understandable, no harm done, we weren't chewing you up about it, just making sure that everything is done properly from the start so that it runs well in the future.

-JT

[sturmgeshutze]

I remember how Hans wanted to bring two other men. So that could count as the 8 men in total. If he wants he can select two of those dots (men) and put them wherever he wishes.

[sturmgeshutze]

Raf, you forgot about Hans Krueger.
He is a sniper and an SS-Rottenfuhrer. He's in this too.
OOC: Sorry for double post.



EDIT: I have also been given permission to use the Flakvierling.

[♠ James F. Mason]

The 6 British soldiers trooped along the narrow country laneway, cursing loudly at having their day ruined by being sent out to take control of an abandoned airfield. ” I don’t see why we have to take the bloody airfield at all! ” Private Smokes exclaimed sullenly. ”Why can’t they get the yanks to do it like it was planned!” He frowned. James sighed and turned around to face the Private who had been walking behind him. ” Smokey, You’ve asked me this question three times already and I’ve already told you I don’t know!” James tripped on a loose stone, nearly dropping to the ground under the heavy weight of the PIAT anti-tank weapon he was carrying. He turned back to watch where he was walking and tried to ignore Smokey’s angry mutterings behind him.

The column left the lane, which was at least a hard surface to walk on, and took to the fields for the last mile or so to their destination. The complaints multiplied as they stumbled across muddy, torn up fields. James thanked god that he had Private Marshal to carry the PIAT ammunition as that would have made his job even worse.

They arrived at the edge of the airfield and surveyed it with grimaces on their faces. ”They sent us out to capture this place!?” Private Tailor moaned loudly. Shells had torn up all the ground around the airfield and the buildings had sustained quite a few hits as well. One of the buildings was no more than burning wreckage now. ”Spread out and search for any Jerries,” James said and really not expecting them to find anything. The Privates spread out among the shell holes and searched around for any Germans – dead or alive. It appeared there wasn’t even a single body around for the soldiers to poke.

The sounds of engines were heard in the air and the British men looked up into the sky, expecting to see their air support. James scanned the sky, confused. There wasn’t a single plane in sight. The engines got louder and with a jolt James realised they weren’t planes, but Trucks. German trucks, most likely. ”Get to cover!” James called as loudly as he dared. He dived into the nearest shell hole along with Marshal and Tailor. Further down the field Steel, Grey and Smoke’s found themselves in a hole together too.

German voices filled the air and James pushed himself deeper into the shell hole. Nobody said anything, they just quivered silently. It appeared the Germans were setting up position there. With a quiet groan James eased himself out of his hole ever so slightly to try and see how many they were up against. He ducked down straight away, wishing he could shout a curse. There appeared to be about 10 or 12 German’s out there. In the other foxhole Private Steel adopted a less cautious approach. He jumped straight up into a standing position, in clear view of every single German before shouting a curse and ducking back down again. James groaned: if the Germans hadn’t known they were there before, they definitely did now. ”Marshall, load up the PIAT,” He whispered.

[Nathan Whyte]

OOC: Krueger has gone inactive, so he’ll be an NPC sniper for the rest of the battle.

Nathan pushed forward on the throttle lever, pushing it up to the 80% mark as him and his wingman soared down the runway. The increase in speed pushed his wings up slightly, making the plane start to gain altitude, but he countered with a gentle push on the control stick to keep him level. His sights settled upon the large object in the middle of the runway. He had a feeling he knew exactly what it was, but he would have to get a bit closer. His machine guns were set to converge at five hundred meters, so he had to keep level for a bit longer.

He made a rough calculation that he was at about 550 meters, and began firing, sending streams of hot bullets out of the wings of his plane. From the amount of tracer he could see, he knew that his wingman was doing the same, aiming for the same target. He carried on for a bit, moving up another hundred meters in a matter of seconds. Pushing the engines even further to 100%, he pulled backwards, increasing his altitude, while gently rolling his plane to the left to move him away from the AAA. Manipulating the foot pedals linked to the tail to keep him rising still as he circled around. Birdy went for a different approach, flying straight over the top of the object.

”Visual confirm. It’s a Flakvierling.”
”Roger that,” Nathan replied, swearing under his breath. The Flakvierling was a pain in the arse at the best of times, and flying so low, it was one of the last things he wanted to see, ”Ignore it for now, help the infantry boys. Use the buildings as cover.”

He carried on with a lazy sweep around the rear of the building, hoping that the Flakvierling would go for Birdy. Nothing vindictive, but he didn’t want the stress on his shoulders.

Birdy, mimicked Nathan, but going around the opposite side of the buildings. Any more AAA would have to contend with two targets coming from different. He recognised the pale uniforms of the 7AD from the air, and new where to avoid. However, in the other craters, he could see moving forms in dark uniforms. Nazis. Aiming his plane down so it would sweep the holes with his Machine guns, he began firing, letting out large bursts onto the troops below. Nathan passed him from above, heading to the opposite end for a run. The blonde bastards were about to get an arse-whipping.


OOC: So, for the mod, some rounds onto the Flakvierling, from two planes, then a sweep along the length of the trenches on the ground, south to north by one.

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

Moderation Post:

Lukas, I know you are new and all, but you picked the entirely wrong opponent to cut your teeth on, sorry.

The following actions have been made:

- November and Birdy made quite a successful run against the Flakvierling, Birdy being the only one of the pair being hit in the exchange. Two rounds detonated close enough to his left wing to create a nice vibration in his stick and turning a bit sluggish, but nothing that would ground the plane.

- The Flakvierling and it's gunner are more or less in shambles, with a godly amount of holes in them both might I add, all it is useful for is hiding behind or melting to make more bullets.

- November made quite a run on a badly dug out position, all of them being in a line was somewhat like shooting fish in a barrel.

- Four men have died, including the Sniper, the men toward the south were able to hug the walls closest to November's pass enough to only make them wet themselves.

- Lukas please provide names for these four men so I can scratch them off.

- The Axis however have more or less been concealed by the enormous amount of dirt kicked up, for the next three posts they can't really see much of anything, and the Allies can't really see them either.

- The center rear building, the one that is blazing, is beginning to collapse from the melting steel, blocking a fast retreat through that avenue.

- The men with the red dots are the dead men.

[Nathan Whyte]

We appear to have lost both our Nazi's :/

Dan, do you want to close it?


Ja. But quickly delete the post before Strum kills you!

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

Moderation Post:

I see no violation with the above post, it's my thread and I'll make the calls on such. Closed by request and inactivity. This technically never ended, but I feel as though no battle is ever a draw, someone always comes out worse off than the other.

The following CP has been issued:

Mason - Victory 12CP, although you are the victor this barely went far enough to be called a battle and you only posted once, as did everyone else for that matter.

Knight - Victory 14CP, I repeat every thing I said above, but you are the reason that this was considered a victory for the Allies.

Ehrlichmann - Defeat 9CP, not much I can say here, you only posted once and befell a horrible positioning outcome, your still new, things happen, just pick yourself up and get back out there.

-JT