Halten die Mannerheim-Linie

[∬: Erhard Strumfelder]

OOC: This battle is meant to take place along a defensive line in Finland, but the nearest thing I could find was Russia. I want it to be 1v1, because at the moment, a few 2v2 battles have gone belly-up, and 1v1 seem to work.
It is trench warfare to a degree, with the two bunkers and behind occupied by myself. For a sense of scale, the trenches are meant to be two metres wide, so measure against that. Also, can anyone entering the thread please come from the back; entering from the sides is cheating in my opinion. It’s the depths of January, and the trenches have been cut into the frozen ground. There is snow everywhere, and open wounds could freeze in a matter of minutes. This isn’t somewhere you want to be wounded.
BTW, NPC 3 is my Corp.

January 1940
07:30
Light Snow
-27ºC

The cold. It attacked anything and everything. It tired you out be just being in it, slowly eating away your strength. It was a terrible thing, yet one had endure it for his country’s greatness. And if it was for Germany, Strumfelder knew he could do just that. Snow covered the landscape, clinging to the top of the bunkers, and more slowly falling to earth. It would have been a nice site, if it was placed in a different location.

Strumfelder looked out over the trenches with his binoculars. They misted up every now and then. But that was that bad, considering when it reached below thirty five, snipers were at risk of their scopes freezing to their eyes. It wasn’t a nice thought. His men wore white battle smocks, taken from the Finns, which helped to conceal them better in this arctic environment. They called it camouflage, and Strumfelder had seen it work. But the budget meant only the Fuhrer’s elite were granted it.

He blew into his gloved hands in an attempt to get some warmth into them. He and his men had been inside a cosy and heated underground complex less than ten minutes ago, but it seemed to amplify the cold they felt now. They were on duty for ninety minutes, before they would be relieved and given a chance to warm up again. Strumfelder wasn’t expecting much. The enemy were trying small raids all up and down the line, but a main offensive wouldn’t come until the spring, by which time he hoped he would be transferred. Serving the Fuhrer was rewarding, but it did have a few down sides.

A slight drone cut threw the air as a group of three planes flew over the line, probably about to bomb some railway in the middle of nowhere. Strumfelder stretched his arms and waited. Just another day on the Mannerheim line.

[cymraeg123]

Please don't post links to the maps; they stretch the page and we can now right click.

- Strum

The cold stabbed like hundreds of needles shooting into Rhodri's skin. His men were spread along the length of the trench. MacFearson was the furthest away so that he was unlikely to get caught up in the crossfire the two sides would be exchanging until he began to heal someone.

Rhodri had seen the bunkers ahead of him and was worried. There looked to be two mortars and a lot of other men that he couldn't count as they were so far away. He had had to strain his eyes to see the mortars. He had relayed this to his men and they were sure of what they were up against.

Rhodri blew air into cupped hands then rubbed them together. He was wearing gloves but the cold was getting through. Rhodri estimated the temperature to be around -25 degrees or lower. It was freezing and he could see the effect on his friends. Their winter clothes were keeping them somewhat warm but the cold was beginning to overwhelm them. As long as they kept on moving they would be fine.

'Johnson and Higham come here.' Rhodri barked. The two privates jogged to wards him from both sides staying as low as possible, 'You know what to do? Well just in case I'll go over it again. We will slowly advance to wards the bunkers and then jump out and shoot them all. It may seem suicidal but that is the only thing we can do. Both of you got that? Johnson pass that along the line, Higham return to your post.'

Rhodri pulled his hat tighter on his head and rubbed the barrel of his gun to keep it warm and to prevent it from jamming with cold. He checked his magazine as he usually did before battles and looked along the lines. Higham was training his eyes and getting used to staring at snow to his right. On his left Johnson and two other Privates were ready and another was passing on the orders and another receiving them. He could just about see MacFearson checking the contents of his Medical Bag and the rounds he had loaded into his pistol. Rhodri hoped that he did not need MacFearson to fire as the Nazi's could fire back at him and kill him. Rhodri could see Private Pryderi Davies--who had fought alongside Rhodri many times--praying. Rhodri was not surprised at this as he knew that Pryderi was a religious man. He was not sure why Pryderi was here in amongst the bloodshed but nevertheless it was good to have an extra bullet firing every now and again.

Rhodri felt prepared but he was not sure about the rest of the men. The battle they were about to face would be one of the hardest they would ever face. Two mortars and some privates and possibly higher ranking SS members.

[∬: Erhard Strumfelder]

OOC: Mortars are firng at 20 RPM.

Shouting?! Cold, English words penetrated the freezing air. Strumfelder lifted his lenses and surveyed the furthest trench, viewing a collection of men, some crouched, others moving up and down. Why hadn’t he spotted them before? There was a medic at the far left of the line, the red cross on his helmet giving him away. The rest of the men seemed identical, except a rather too active one to the far right, barking out orders. He was important... Strumfelder lifted his small radio, and spoke into it so all his men could hear. “Wir haben einig Tommys, die ihre Köpfe lösen möchten. Lassen Sie uns sie nicht enttäuschen. Faust, gibt es einen Arzt zu östlich des Grabens. Lösen Sie ihn. Mörser einer, Feuer für Effekt, erstrecken sich 65 Meter, das Quer0º Positiv, fünfzehn Sekunden, hochexplosiv. Mörser zwei, Feuer für Effekt, erstrecken sich 65 Meter, das Quer0º Positiv, fünfzehn Sekunden, hochexplosiv. Sie sollen Feuer beginnen, erst nachdem Faust Feuer sein Umlauf hat. Zu allen Männern, die in den Bunkern gelegen sind, stellen Sie die Aufhebung des Feuers entlang der Länge vom südlichen der meiste Graben, aber wieder zur Verfügung, erst nachdem Faust seinen Schuß gebildet hat.”

Strumfelder lifted his scoped rifle to his shoulder, and rested it on the bunker wall for support. “Kortig, der lebhafte Soldat zum Westen. Töten Sie ihn.” His Corporal nodded, and did the same, resting his rifle on the bunker wall, looking down the sights. The Medic let the cross hairs fall on the soldier and waited, as did all his men for his sniper. The Tommy’s probably didn’t know they were there...

Faust’s shot cracked through the air and across the battle field. That moment, there were two loud pops as the mortars fired, a split second between them. Then the entire defensive line lit up, firing shot after shot together, as one. Strumfelder didn’t wait fro the man to duck his head or dive for cover, He just squeezed the trigger, and he felt the punch of the weapon in his shoulder. Kortig did the same, a split second later, before opening up and firing the remained of his shots of with no great accuracy. Strumfelder grinned. The massacre had begun!


Translations:

“Wir haben einig Tommys, die ihre Köpfe lösen möchten. Lassen Sie uns sie nicht enttäuschen. Faust, gibt es einen Arzt zu östlich des Grabens. Lösen Sie ihn. Mörser einer, Feuer für Effekt, erstrecken sich 65 Meter, das Quer0º Positiv, fünfzehn Sekunden, hochexplosiv. Mörser zwei, Feuer für Effekt, erstrecken sich 65 Meter, das Quer0º Positiv, fünfzehn Sekunden, hochexplosiv. Sie sollen Feuer beginnen, erst nachdem Faust Feuer sein Umlauf hat. Zu allen Männern, die in den Bunkern gelegen sind, stellen Sie die Aufhebung des Feuers entlang der Länge vom südlichen der meiste Graben, aber wieder zur Verfügung, erst nachdem Faust seinen Schuß gebildet hat.”
~ We have a few Tommy’s who wish to loose their heads. Let us not disappoint them. Faust, there is a medic to the east of the trench. Loose him. Mortar one, fire for effect, range 65 meters, traverse 0º positive, fifteen seconds, high explosive. Mortar two, fire for effect, range 65 meters, traverse 0º positive, fifteen seconds, high explosive. You are to commence fire, only after Faust has fire his round. To all men located in the bunkers, provide suppressing fire along the length of the southern most trench, but again, only after Faust has made his shot.

“Kortig, der lebhafte Soldat zum Westen. Töten Sie ihn.”
~ Kortig, the animated soldier to the west. Kill him.

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Moderation Post:[/b]

Following Actions have been made;

Marksman; Faust (Sniper):

• Firing at the medical unit to the west, the sniper’s bullet cut straight past the Medic’s helmet protruding above the trench ever so slightly. Knocking it clean from off his head; Sending the Medic to the ground almost instantly in sheer horror. This incident has caused the Medic to become highly agitated and worried, as clearly, the enemy show no mercy or regard to the Geneva convention.
  
  - Had another sniper been shooting at this unit, the Medic Would have been killed or wounded.
  
  - May I also add, I may be obliged to fix penalties for “War Crimes” at the end of any thread. Otherwise, medical units would be killed uselessly in every thread, if no-one regarded them as neutral units. However, if a Medic opened up fire or was seen to be carrying a Primary Weapon (not a side-arm), they may be shot without penalty. Hope you understand?
  

Mortar Teams 1 & 2:

• Firing for effect, their brief whistles (along with the sniper’s shot) has given the enemy that split second to drop themselves into cover immediately.
  
  
• The Explosions at either end of the trench, have suppressed the enemy greatly and somewhat taken them by surprise due to the sheer quickness of the German Assault upon their allocated positions. Out of sheer terror, most of the troops have suddenly darted from their positions, trying to find better cover!
  
  - The explosions have caused the enemy to suddenly scatter and move for better cover. Their nerves are unhinged from the wailing pitched noises of the mortars, not to mention the explosions erupting around themselves…
  
  - One mortar round fell inside the western side of the trench, imploding against the back of the trench wall, so the shrapnel and debris spat outwards into one direction - rather than all around.
  - The unsuspecting soldier, huddled against the opposite side of the trench wall, barely had a moment’s notice, before the explosion erupted behind his position, completely blowing him apart. Blood, flesh, limbs and all other humanly matters have been blown down the trench, leaving nothing disguisable left of the soldier.
  - This has severely caused the two soldiers either side of him panic (units marked with a P) and having been told their mission is perhaps suicidal, has caused them to fearfully contemplate on running. I would highly suggest a NCO comfort this units immediately, before they flee.
  

Corp. Kortig & Strumfelder:
(I’m assuming you have both tried to shoot Rhodri?)

• Strumfelder’s shot inaccurately missed by a wide mark. (You’re a Medic Remember)
  
• Kortig’s shot came closer however, but again, missed, predominately due to the mortars stealing the limelight and causing the enemy to stir among themselves. There’s no real target in sight.
  

Side-Notes:[/b]
Rhodri, before you say anything, the Mortars are meant to disrupt enemy positions and I’ve shown this by causing your men to suddenly spur out and do different things. As their commanding officer, it is your job to get them together and continue your assault.

Would you also please state the name of your KIA unit.
Thanks,
NEXT POST - RHODRI!
~Danny[/color]

[cymraeg123]

OOC;If there are any continuity problems I apolagise but I have forgotten much of what has happened so far in the battle. Sorry for any problems this may cause but all the same one of my guys is dead. I seem to have placed Johnson in the wrong place. Sorry. Same difference his is deaad anyway.

Mortars came whistling down onto the trench. One hit just behind Rhodri and a piece of Shrapnel flew into Johnson who was further down the trench. He had been unlucky enough to have been huddledagainst the other side of the trench when a mortar lande nearly directly in front of him. The shrapnel had only been sprayed in one direction but looking at the looks on the soldiers faces they could tell that he was dead.

MacFearson was picking up his helmet after it had been knocked off his head and had hit the floor on the other side of the trench. He looked stressed and he was quickly huddled against the trench wall again for fear of another few rounds coming in his direction. Rhodri could see that MacFearson was not going to be moving too soon. Rhodri shouted to the men on either side of him and to any other en who could hear him.

'Dynion cymru. Mae un ohonynt wedi marw yn barod. Wnewn ni wneud beth bynnag y gallwn i ddial am y peth creulon hyn. Pawb dewis eich targed, y dyn agosaf i chi byddwn i yn ddweud a gadewch bwledi hedfan tuag atyn nhw. Saethwch i ladd nid am effaith. Sefwch yn gryf a peidiwch hyd yn oed a meddwl am rhedeg. Roedd y morterau yna ddim ond am effaith. Mae'r Gerry's yn trio i'n ofni. Os yr ydych chi angen cymerwch sigaret ond rhowch y sigaret i lawr cyn i chi saethu cofiwch. Mae'r dydd yma yn mynd i fod yn galed ond am rhyddid collasant ei gwaed cofia. Wnaeth Johnson colli ei waed ond collodd o'r gwaed am achos dda a bydd ei enw yn cael ei chofio gan pobol fel ni a oedd yn ei wybod a byth yn ei anghofio. Dwedwch wrth eich plant a plant eich plant am y dydd hyn a sut wnaethon ni ennill ac am ein dewrder ac yn arbennig am dewrder Johnson! Pan ddwedai'r gair saethwch'

He then ran down the trench until it turned to his left. He did this while keeping his body as close to the ground as possible. He also stayed as close to the edge of the trench as possible so as no one could see him. He then rolled across the gap and repeated it again as closely to the original as possible. If there were any English speakers there he translated it for them.

When he got to Johnson he could see he was still breathing slightly but there was no hope. His eyes were already glazed and he propped him up against the trench and let him look around at his comrades.

'Johnson. Edrychwch o'ch cwmpas. Mae'r dynion yr ydych yn gallu gweld yn awr yn mynd i cofio dy enw di. Bydd dy gwraig a'ch teulu yn dy gofio di fel arwr a dyn andros o ddewr. Nawr eistedda fanna a pasio fi dy gwn,' Rhodri said softly. A tear began to form and by then end they were streaming out. Rhodri pulled out a cigarette and lit it. He passed it to Johnson and let him take a puff. Then Johnson took his last breath after breathing out. His last words were, 'Diolch Rhodri. Cofia fi ac edrychwch ar ol fy ngwraig.'

Rhodri closed Johnson's eyes and took the cigarette from his mouth. He threw it into the snow and let it fade. He then carried on and then repeated the speech one last time and began to cry again. He then ran back to his previous position as all of the men had as well.

'Fire!'

He placed his BAR on the top of the trench and sent three bursts of bullets at the medic who seemed to be holding a sniper rifle. He then lifted ohnson's Lee Enfield and sent a clip of bullets flying in quick succesion in the same direction.

Shots Fired
Rhodri-Three bursts and a clip of Lee Enfield Bullets (Not sure of numbers here)
All NPC Privates-A whole clip at the nearest enemy in quick succesion at the same time as Rhodri.
MacFearson-None

Translations

'Dynion cymru. Mae un ohonynt wedi marw yn barod. Wnewn ni wneud beth bynnag y gallwn i ddial am y peth creulon hyn. Pawb dewis eich targed, y dyn agosaf i chi byddwn i yn ddweud a gadewch bwledi hedfan tuag atyn nhw. Saethwch i ladd nid am effaith. Sefwch yn gryf a peidiwch hyd yn oed a meddwl am rhedeg. Roedd y morterau yna ddim ond am effaith. Mae'r Gerry's yn trio i'n ofni. Os yr ydych chi angen cymerwch sigaret ond rhowch y sigaret i lawr cyn i chi saethu cofiwch. Mae'r dydd yma yn mynd i fod yn galed ond am rhyddid collasant ei gwaed cofia. Wnaeth Johnson colli ei waed ond collodd o'r gwaed am achos dda a bydd ei enw yn cael ei chofio gan pobol fel ni a oedd yn ei wybod a byth yn ei anghofio. Dwedwch wrth eich plant a plant eich plant am y dydd hyn a sut wnaethon ni ennill ac am ein dewrder ac yn arbennig am dewrder Johnson! Pan ddwedai'r gair saethwch

-'Men of wales. One of us has already died. We will do whatever we can to avenge this cruel thing. Everyone choose your target, I would say the man closest to you and let bullets fly at him. Shoot to kill not for effect. Stand strong and do not get scared. Those mortars were fired for effect. Those Gerry's were trying to scare us. If you want have a cigarette. But remember to take it out before firing. Today is going to be hard but for freedom they lost their blood (Quote from our National anthem--Am Rhyddid collasant ei gwaed). Johnson lost his blood. But he lost his blood while fighting for a noble cause and his name will be remembered by people like us, those who knew him will remember him forever. Tell your children and your children's children about this day and our braveness and especially Johnson's! When I say the word shoot!'

-'Johnson. Edrychwch o'ch cwmpas. Mae'r dynion yr ydych yn gallu gweld yn awr yn mynd i cofio dy enw di. Bydd dy gwraig a'ch teulu yn dy gofio di fel arwr a dyn andros o ddewr. Nawr eistedda fanna a pasio fi dy gwn,'

-'Johnson look around you. The men you can see around you will remember your name. Your wife and your family will remember you as a hero and an extremely brave man. Now sit there and pass me your gun,'

-'Diolch Rhodri. Cofia fi ac edrychwch ar ol fy ngwraig.'

-Thankyou Rhodri. Remember me and look after my wife.'

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Moderation Post:[/b]

It's fine, I just read over my last modmark, but since the inactivity of this thread, Strumfelder has changed his weapon. He doesn't have a scoped rifle anymore in his inventory, but to keep the realism, Strumfelder will have to use his Scoped Rifle for the remainder of this thread - not the MG34.

Hope that's understood by both sides here?

Rhodri Williams:[/b]

• Raising morale with a lengthy speech and moving along the trench to oversee the units, Rhodri has successfully got a grip on his unit again and the men beneath his command are listening.
  
  - During the lengthy process of raising morale (with a speech twice, you noted) and overseeing a proclaimed dead unit, along with talking to numerous other units (medic for instance); The German Sniper has had more than enough time to take another shot and has hit the following unit marked with a red cross.
  
  
  
  
  
  - The bullet cut through the soldier's right shoulder, narrowly missing his head. Knocking the male from off his feet, the unit is dazed and wounded.
  
  - The wound is not major, but will need treatment, as the bullet is still lodged against the shoulder blade. This unit should not be used to fight with... Unless truly needed.
  
  
• The mass firing made by everyone at once has slightly suppressed the enemy, but from such a long distance, none of the shots made hit anything of great importance.
  
  - I would advise advancing for better accuracy, as you're trying to hit minature targets in such a small gap (pillbox opening).
  

Next Post, Strumfelder!
~Danny[/color]

[∬: Erhard Strumfelder]

The Medic ducked down slightly as the far trench lit up with fire, but almost nothing seemed to strike a target, more than a few bullets bouncing off the thick concrete. Strumfelder heard a definite crack from a German weapon, and could tell that yet another Allied soldier had been claimed. This battle wasn’t going too badly, and as long as the Allies stayed back, he could pound them with his long range weapons. They did have an escape route though, but he had a clever way of blocking that up...

The trenches were strong enough to survive bullets, but the soil and earth had become heavy from the snow and ice slowly seeping into it over the winter months. After all, these trenches had been constructed during the Autumn months, and were not intended to be used during the Winter. According to the Finish plans, the Soviet would have been pushed back by this time and the defensive line would be inactive; how wrong they had been. But what all this meant, was that the wood holding up the trench walls would already be rotten through, and a bombardment of shells would tear the beams apart and snow, ice and mud would block the trench section. If this fell on somebody, there was almost no chance of digging them out be cause of the weight, and even if they did, the soldier would be soaked through and very quickly develop hypothermia. If it didn’t fall on anybody, the only way around would be to climb out of the trench and go around, making them perfect targets for Faust’s scope.

Strumfelder would need to push them forwards, then block off their escape route. They would then be forced to climb out of the trenches, or move forward and be butchered by the men in the pill boxes. If they stayed where they were, mortar shells would just ripped their bodies to pieces. The Allies were the puppets, the mortars were the strings, and he was the puppeteer.

He would crush them together with creeping fire, then force them forwards, destroying the trenches behind them. Strumfelder lifted his radio. “ Mörsermannschaften hören sorgfältig. Team ein, Feuer, um zu töten, erstrecken Sie sich 70 Meter, Quer6º Negativ, vier hochexplosive Umläufe. Erhöhen Sie dann Quer7º. Ziel ist bei 65 Metern. Ein runder Rauch. Drei Umläufe hochexplosiv. Noch einmal Zunahme Quer5º. Vier Umläufe hochexplosiv. Ziel ist bei 60 Metern. Nach jenen vier Umläufen holen Sie Ihrem Feuer Vorwärtsfünf Meter, abfeuern andere vier Umläufe, bevor dem Holen Feuer noch ein fünf Meter, schickt nach und feuert vier Umläufe ab. Waffenstillstand nachher das.” Strumfelder was glad they’d be noting this down. “Mannschaft zwei, zu töten das Feuer, erstrecken sich 70 Meter, Quer7º Positiv, vier hochexplosive Umläufe. Verringern Sie dann Quer6º. Ziel ist bei 65 Metern. Ein runder Rauch. Drei Umläufe hochexplosiv. Verringern Sie Quer5º. Vier Umläufe hochexplosiv. Ziel ist bei 60 Metern. Nach jenen vier Umläufen holen Sie Ihrem Feuer Vorwärtsfünf Meter, feuern Sie andere vier Umläufe, bevor Sie Feuer andere fünf Meter vortragen ab und feuern Sie vier Umläufe ab. Waffenstillstand.”

Another thing occurred to Strumfelder; the cherry on the cake. “Nachdem Sie meine vorhergehenden Aufträge abgeschlossen, wieder.aufnehmen Sie die Bombardierung, in Ihrer dritten Zündungposition r. Fortsetzen Sie die Bombardierung für dreißig Sekunden ig, dann aufhören Sie vollständig ig und rearm.” He grinned at the thought. “Zu allen Männern schießen andere Männer, Tote alle verbündeten Soldaten, die er Ihren Anblick einträgt. Töten Sie sie. Faust, geöffnetes Feuer auf dem Graben jetzt, Tötung die Arzt.”
He handed his scoped rifle to Kortig, and took the Corporal’s bolt action rifle.“Kortig, nehmen einen Schuß an irgendwelchen der Männer in der Mitte des Grabens. Ich wünsche sie feststeckte unten.” Within seconds, both Kortig and Faust were taking aimed shots.

This plan was simple enough. The sharpshooters would fire on the Allied soldiers, pinning them down. The mortars would fire on the two outside areas of the trench, and slowly move inwards. The soldiers who had grabbed cover would either be blown to pieces by the shells, or buried alive as the trench walls caved in. The first ten shells would fall inside fifteen seconds. As the Allies would begin to move, the smoke would land, blinding them, and slowing them down as it stole their breath. The next shells would land further up, and the only way they could go, if they could see would be towards the pillboxes. The bombardment would chase them forwards, and the only way to escape it would be step out side the trenches. If they did, Strumfelder’s men would cut them down. But if any men did scatter forward, they couldn’t fall back because shells would now be bombarding their old positions.

OOC: I know this plan is very complex from an outside looking in, so if you have any problems Danny, just ask and I’ll PM you what’s going on. It is basically like a film, where the wall close to squash the heroes in the middle, but this time the walls are actually falling shells.
The bombardment lasts ninety seconds, but sixty shells will be dropped in that time, as both mortars are firing at 20 RPM.
Hope you understand.


Translations:
“ Mörsermannschaften hören sorgfältig. Team ein, Feuer, um zu töten, erstrecken Sie sich 70 Meter, Quer6º Negativ, vier hochexplosive Umläufe. Erhöhen Sie dann Quer7º. Ziel ist bei 65 Metern. Ein runder Rauch. Drei Umläufe hochexplosiv. Noch einmal Zunahme Quer5º. Vier Umläufe hochexplosiv. Ziel ist bei 60 Metern. Nach jenen vier Umläufen holen Sie Ihrem Feuer Vorwärtsfünf Meter, abfeuern andere vier Umläufe, bevor dem Holen Feuer noch ein fünf Meter, schickt nach und feuert vier Umläufe ab. Waffenstillstand nachher das.”
~ Mortar teams listen carefully. Team one, fire to kill, range 70 metres, traverse 6º negative, four rounds high explosive. Then increase traverse 7º. Target will be at 65 meters. One round smoke. Three rounds high explosive. Once more, increase traverse 5º. Four rounds high explosive. Target will be at 60 meters. After those four rounds, bring your fire forward five metres, fire another four rounds, before bringing fire yet another five metres forwards and fire four rounds. Cease fire after that.

“Mannschaft zwei, zu töten das Feuer, erstrecken sich 70 Meter, Quer7º Positiv, vier hochexplosive Umläufe. Verringern Sie dann Quer6º. Ziel ist bei 65 Metern. Ein runder Rauch. Drei Umläufe hochexplosiv. Verringern Sie Quer5º. Vier Umläufe hochexplosiv. Ziel ist bei 60 Metern. Nach jenen vier Umläufen holen Sie Ihrem Feuer Vorwärtsfünf Meter, feuern Sie andere vier Umläufe, bevor Sie Feuer andere fünf Meter vortragen ab und feuern Sie vier Umläufe ab. Waffenstillstand.”
~ Team two, fire to kill, range 70 metres, traverse 7º positive, four rounds high explosive. Then decrease traverse 6º. Target will be at 65 meters. One round smoke. Three rounds high explosive. Decrease traverse 5º. Four rounds high explosive. Target will be at 60 meters. After those four rounds, bring your fire forward five metres, fire another four rounds, before bringing fire another five metres forward and fire four rounds. Cease fire.

“Nachdem Sie meine vorhergehenden Aufträge abgeschlossen, wieder.aufnehmen Sie die Bombardierung, in Ihrer dritten Zündungposition r. Fortsetzen Sie die Bombardierung für dreißig Sekunden ig, dann aufhören Sie vollständig ig und rearm.”
~ After you have completed my previous orders, resume the bombardment, at your third firing position. Continue the bombardment for thirty seconds, then cease completely and rearm.

“Zu allen Männern schießen andere Männer, Tote alle verbündeten Soldaten, die er Ihren Anblick einträgt. Töten Sie sie. Faust, geöffnetes Feuer auf dem Graben jetzt, Tötung die Arzt.”
~ To all men other men, shoot dead any Allied soldiers he enter your sights. Kill them.
Faust, open fire on the trench now, kill that medic.

“Kortig, nehmen einen Schuß an irgendwelchen der Männer in der Mitte des Grabens. Ich wünsche sie feststeckte unten.”
~ Kortig, take a shot at any of the men in the centre of the trench. I want them pinned down.

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Moderation Post:[/b]

Alright, there’s a lot of ground to cover here, so I’m going to try and keep it as simple as possible.

Strumfelder & Unit Actions:[/b]

Kortig & Klaus:

• With appointed orders to shoot accurately and suppress; Neither men managed to hit any of the British Soldiers within the far trench…
  
  - Along with the rest of the soldiers firing, they have managed to release themselves from a minor suppressed position by the British and fairly suppress the enemy in return. Although, without any heavy gunnery, this has not suppressed the British a great deal.
  

Mortar Teams:

• Firing constantly in a sheer bombardment upon the enemy position, Strumfelder’s tactics have been quite a double edged sword…
  
  - The mortar bombardment has created numerous crater holes across the outside of the trench (indicated upon the map. These crater holes do not have to be used accurately as shown on the map if and when used, as that area has now accumulated numerous dents of uneven land from numerous mortar bombardments).
  
  - Collapsing half of the narrow trench successfully, the debris and dirt has incurred no casualties to the British opponents stirring within the trench. It has however blocked one of their paths.
  
  - Smoke deployed successfully, has also blinded the British counterparts.
  
  

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  - The British within the trench are now highly suppressed and panicking once again. With a fallen soldier from a marksman/sniper shot and dozens of mortar rounds flying overhead. It will not be long until the men flee off their own accord; Their nerves shattered from such close bombardments. With the added addition of smoke blinding their paths, they are truly frightened.
  
  - With no additional NCOs to lead them and a forever seeming suicidal mission (with no artillery support, heavy gunnery, armoured support or even reinforcements) their morale is incredibly low…
  
  - The Mortar bombardments have also deafened and dazed the British soldiers.
  - The following casualties have occurred;
  
  
  
  
• Marked with a Red Circle are the successful impact areas.
  - Rhodri and the NPC beside himself have both been injured by a single mortar round’s explosion.
  - Rhodri’s right leg has been impaled with a cascading piece of shrapnel, whilst the soldier beside himself has lost his entire left arm (elbow downwards). Both men are in serious condition and without medical treatment, will fall prey to blood loss or otherwise…
  
  - The Injured NPC (from a prior sniper shot) to the left of the map has been knocked unconscious from a close exploding mortar round just outside of the trench. No physical harm was dealt from the mortar round.
  
  - Also remember, if such a large limit of mortar rounds were used against a bigger bulk of enemy infantry, it would have been far more effective than opposed against a mere squad or more of enemy infantry. So this is predominately why your large barrage has only severely suppressed the enemy, rather than mass casualties.
  

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Mortar Team Concequences:

• After continuously firing to the maximum limit, both Mortar team crews are highly worn out and with the cold climate setting into their bones, they’re aching with a spell of dizziness from the freezing cold air (breathing more quickly from their repetitive movements).
  
  - The Mortar teams should not be used for another two posting rounds (remember, each posting round is a matter of minutes, if they’re firing hundreds of mortars every few minutes, they’re going to be completely knackered - particularly in the freezing climate).
  - If used, they risk making mistakes… So resting these units is highly advised.
  
  - After using 120 rounds (60 Rounds per mortar), the ammunition stockpile is getting less and less. Using so much ammunition for such a small pocket of resistance seems very wasteful…
  

*Retreat is advised for Rhodri*
Next Post, Rhodri!
~Danny[/color]

[cymraeg123]

OOC:Does this really need a map?

More mortars came whistling down on the men in the trench. Rhodri hugged the wall as much as possible. A mortar hit the floor on the other side of the trench. A piece of shrapnel flew into Rhodri's leg. He let out a scream of pain and terror. He noticed that Higgins was screaming in pain too. Rhodri looked and could see that Higgins' left forearm had been ripped off. The future didn't look bright if they didn't get treatment soon. Why had Rhodri put MacFearson so far away in the briefong. He then saw that Private Higham was unconscious if not dead further down.

Rhodri could see that this battle was lost. If they were to take this position they would need an aerial strike, artillery and more men not just six privates a Corporal and a medic that had not been enough.

'Retreat!!!!' Rhodri ordered.

Rhodri stood up while keeping his head as low as possible. He grimaced as he felt a pain in his leg. He nearly lost his balance but Private Davies had rushed over after seeing the mortar go off. Rhodri was amazed at this man's braveness. He had risked getting shot to come and help two men. He could also see that MacFearson was lifting Higham onto his back in a fireman's lift and had admistered some morphine. Rhodri knew that Higgins and him were next for the drugs.

MacFearson began to run towards them and so did the Privates that were between him and Rhodri. They were crouching and when the trench turned towards the German's they were sprinting. They were also staying as close to the wall as possible so as little of their bodies were visible as was possible.

They reached Rhodri and MacFearson stabbed Higgins and then Rhodri with some morphine. Rhodri ordered the men to leave apart from Davies. MacFearson had passed Higham's limp body to Miller who had then run onwards with the rest of the men. Rhodri felt the needle go in and then nothing else. The last thing he saw that day was MacFearson bandaging Higgins' arm.

Then MacFearson picked Rhodri up and Davies carried Higgins. They then ran off to the east (I think. It's the side closest to Rhodri anyway) as fast and as low as they could and off back towards the British base camp. They had failed and would probably be punished but that was better than death.

They would remember Johnson and they would have brought his body but right now they were trying not to carry too much weight. There were already three limp bodies who would not be able to move for some time.

[PuNk! ™]

Moderation Post:[/b]

Rhodri has successfully retreated in my eyes, with the fog of smoke still drifting (from the smoke rounds deployed by the mortar) and so forth; There would not have been any clean shots from such a distance overlooking the trenches. So Rhodri has successfully pulled out.

Good move.

The following CP has also been issued:

• Erhard Strumfelder: 30CP
  ~ You fought well, took no casualties or wounded, but in fairness, you had won this battle from the outset. With a tactical advantage of pillboxes and over-seeing terrain, along with mortars, the opposition was in no way inclined to defeat you with a limited number of standard infantry alone.
  
  
• Rhodri Williams: 15CP
  ~ Unfortunately, you took on a bigger task than you realised, but we all learn from our mistakes. You performed well, wrote some very nicely detailed posts and continued to fight valiantly. However, I spotted some flaws in your tactics and even though there was a small chance of you winning this battle - you could have done more damage than what you did.
  
  
• Bonus CP: 3CP
  ~ This CP has been granted for no back-chat, complaints or OOC talking throughout this thread.

~Danny[/color]