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[♔ Liam J. Brentwood]

OOC: This thread is currently open to all, I understand other’s are much stronger than me (with soldier units) so I’m taking a risk. And yes, if the ‘enemy’ who join don’t wish me to mark my own thread, I’m more than happy to allow someone else the chance to moderate it for ‘us’ - but I will not be biased by any means. Enjoy!


Conditions:
Time: 0800hrs (8am)
Conditions: Foggy/Hazy, early morning.

Lieutenant Liam Brentwood preserved a crouched posture throughout his trek ‘back’ through the woods. He was on a quick reconnaissance mission alone, being part of the Royal Commandos was his duty to stir the enemy by all means, but they were also considered a quick tasked at hand intelligence group; the Lieutenant had a solo mission and was respectively doing it well, as he drew up a map with notes and diagrams from his local recon on a nearby village the allies would later infiltrate with any means of Intel they could gather - part of it being Commando Brentwood’s information - if he successfully got back to good ol’ headquarters.

As the Lieutenant carefully kept his wits about him and trod quietly throughout the dense foliage, he couldn’t help but wonder if he was being followed? He’d had the eerie feeling ever since the early hours, but trekked onwards regardless to the time schedule of his orders and mission. Liam was thankfully equipped with his Lee-Enfield Mark 4, the chamber already containing a lethal projectile ready to fly at a moment’s notice. Supposedly by Army Standards, the soldier should only load his rifle in a hostile situation, to prevent friendly fire, but the Lieutenant thought that was a bunch of cobblers and always kept his pocketed with a round in the chamber.

The birds were briskly fluttering in the trees above him, as the dim light peered through the dense forest and luckily, a lot of other wildlife noises began to emit from out of the still dreary darkness. These crucial wild noises gave the Lieutenant a small bonus, as his soft steps and the odd twig breaking beneath his weight, would be covered by that of a mere ‘fox’ or ‘bird’ for instance, if any enemy patrons lurked nearby. Liam also kept his red beret tucked beneath his musk muddy looking uniform, the typical British Karki uniform.

Soon, he’d be back on Allied soil, which wasn’t that far off - as his bearings and scent of smell picked up the local fresh breeze from the farming fields blowing into the forest. Yes, Liam knew he was close.

[Captain Matherson]

Ooc: Hope you don’t mind me joining.

Bic: Captain Matherson stood on the patrol perimeter, listening, his eyes fixed deeper into the woodland. His hands were lightly grasped around his Thompson, and he could feel the weight of his colt holstered by his right thigh. This was the edge of the frequented Allied territory, and the patrols were consistent around these parts. However, the 1st Rangers weren’t on a patrol. They were here on orders to establish a forward defense position. Chris knew that just a fancy way of saying dig some holes in the ground, get in, and shoot anyone that’s trying to get into the base.

The Captain wove his hand in a circle around his head, the field signal for a 'harbour'. His soldiers came up to him and formed a circle around him, facing outwards; their Lee Enfield’s trained on the woodland all around them. ”Rangers, I want three defensive positions set up over there in that clear space…” he subconsciously pointed to the spot, even though the soldiers weren’t looking at him. ”…one under the big oak’s overhang, and the last over on the left behind that mound there.” Chris himself didn’t have a shovel, so his men would need to do most of the work while he governed it. ”Lets get to work.”

The Rangers got up and silently went to the spots. Cameron and MacDonald were on the left, White and Browning in the middle, and Gordon and Crawford on the right. They knelt and pulled out their shovels, thrusting them into the thick soil. Chris found a patch of long grass and laid down, pointing his Thompson out into the ‘hostile’ territory. It would take a few hours for the men to get their work done, and it was up to Chris to make sure they didn’t have any unexpected visitors. So here he waited…

[chowder]

(OCC: Hope you don't mind me role playing with you all.)

Early in the foggy morning, Szudek was laying down with his rifle in front of him. He was covered in some what a of a bag that almost made him blend with the ground, in case there were Germans in the area. Breathing heavily as his eyes started to scan the dark forest, his bright green eyes soon became dark as the sun was captured by the clouds. There was a slight breeze passing from the north that kept on getting colder for some strange reason, but that wasn’t too much of a problem for him since he lived in a colder environment back at the motherland. Szudek always remembered that it was always so cold, probably the worst time to live when living over in Russia due to the snow storms that they so frequently get. Now, Szudek began thinking about the war that was currently going on over at the Eastern Front.

How many people died, trying to defend their country and the city named after one of the great leaders? His friends over there, fighing with their dying breath were probably hating Szudek right now for leaving right in the middle of battle. Questions began flying around within his mind like pissed off bees, as his anger began rising for against the Germans. This was his basic everyday need of energy that still to this very day kept him alive and fighting to protect freedom. Damn Germans, they’re so stubborn to the point where they’ll just about do anything to get what they want. Didn’t they know that they lost the first world war? Nah, they were probably just wanting to get back at the countries who caused them to go into a depression state.

Coming back into reality from the major knock of the cold wind hitting his face. He quickly put his sights to good use again, scanning the area for any oncoming Germans that were probably going to attack some parts of the Allied territory. His rifle still pointing towards the dark, foggy forest area, he thought that no one in their right minds would try walking through the forest in this condition. It was basically like suicide and a treat for snipers like himself. He knew that Allied soil wasn’t too far away, but for some reason, he felt like going into the forest and have some fun by picking off German soldiers one by one. Thank God for giving Szudek his gift with a sniper rifle, he could save some lives before the Germans would have their chance to start killing others and weaken the Allied chances of winning.

It was then he spotted something about thirty yards away, walking through the forest towards the Allied territory. Even though he didn’t even see a single soul along the way back to his position, why now? Slowly standing up, but remaining to crouch down to use the fog’s mist to keep hidden, he started to follow the figure, unsure if he was supposed to shoot the person or not. He probably was a man who was apart of the Allies, who unfortunately crash landed somewhere or something. Though the person could be apart of the Axis, who was probably scouting for a platoon before they were to set up their strategy to attack Allied positions. Of course this was a very serious, but still Szudek had to remain low and quiet for as long as possible.

Remaining in the mist, he crept up on the man a little, but then laid back down to blend himself with the ground. Hopefully he was going to do the right thing for when the time came. It was until then he began seeing the uniform of the figure, a muddy looking karki uniform. Seeing this triggered Szudek to remember that he met some of the British officials wore this. Realizing that this man was probably British, he quickly went behind the tree, just incase if he called him, he wouldn’t get shot right then. Still, holding his rifle up to his chest, he quietly tried to get the man’s attention for the man to probably be able to hear him, hopefully though he would know that a German didn't really sound like him due to his heavy Russian accent. ”Psssst. You British comrade?”

At this point, still remaining in the foggy mist, he had now leaned over with the gun pointing at the figure, hoping that this man was apart of the British military.

[♔ Liam J. Brentwood]

OOC: More than welcome to join. =]


As Lieutenant Brentwood quietly made his way through the dense foliage, his instinctive behaviour began to set in. The eerie feeling of someone watching him only allured his body to be covered in chills of goose-bumps along his spine and the distant noises of what seemed to sound like plastic also tweaked to his ears; sure, it was a long shot, but Liam trained alongside some well known SAS veterans from the great war, spending most of their training time in the wild. Anything manly or man-made after months of hibernating in the forest, could almost be heard a mile-off. So the Lieutenant knew he could sense, hear something conspicuous happening.

Clutching his wooden rifle all the more tighter, Liam’s knuckles began to fade white, as the blood was squeezed from out of his palms. If someone was going to creep up on him and perhaps bayonet him, he knew he’d have to act fast. With or without a stainless piece of steel sticking into his neck, more so if it meant he’d take them down with him.

Suddenly, something seemed to thump against a nearby tree to his right, knowing fully well they was most likely ready to pounce out at him or using the natural structure for a bridge to rest their weapon; a perfect aim was a deadly one. Something the Lieutenant didn’t want to be on the opposite end off, which immediately sent the Lieutenant into his next move of evasive action before the male spoke. The Lieutenant suddenly crouched and spun around a nearby old oak tree of his own, perhaps causing a little noise as he done so from the musk leaves on the ground, but if the enemy knew he was there; than why not?

Expecting a rifle round to bounce off the tree he was crouched behind at any moment, the Lieutenant took deadly aim towards the general direction he thought he was being watched from, before a voice crept out “You British Comrade?”, followed by a figure leaning out and pointing a piece of weaponry towards him. The fog didn’t help matters, as Liam’s eyes squinted down the shaft of his rifle to pin-point where the head would be. “Aye, I am lad. Drop your weapon…” the Lieutenant said briskly, trying not to be too loud, just encase any real threats nearby caused more danger than this male claiming to be an ally?

The Accent didn’t sound German from first impressions, but the Lieutenant wasn’t taking any chances. Heck, even if a fellow Englishman crept up on him with his rifle trained, asking if he was a comrade, Liam would still take the precautions. “Didn’t ya’ hear me? Drop it” the Lieutenant calmly said, trying not to provoke any aggression or irrational behaviour from the male, as from what the Lieutenant could see, the male wasn’t even wearing a uniform - more of a flak sort of jacket? Camo covering? He was pretty sure the Germans had a similar type…

[chowder]

Surely enough the man was British, but still he was taking a major risk for the two of them in a way. What if a German was watching the two of them right now? Possibilities were large, but still, Szudek continued to look at the man. “Didn’t ya’ hear me? Drop it.” The man said in a calm voice. Szudek held his arm out with the rifle in hand and plopped it onto the ground. Slowly coming into view, but still crouched down, his Russian hat was visible now with the Soviet sickle and hammer pin attached to it. ”It’s alright comrade, I’m Russian. Just been transferred from the Soviet front.” Szudek said as he slowly retrieved his identification and tossed it towards the man. Surely his appearance wasn’t the best, but Szudek had retrieved some of the clothing, including the camo outfit from a dead German he had found in the ditch that was probably a mile away from their current position.

Hoping that everything would run smoothly from there, he continued to stare back towards the British man with serious intent. Also he started to glance around the area as well, just incase if he were to spot someone else around their position. ”What are you doing all the way out here? I thought that Allied territory was that way.” Szudek said in confusion as he pointed towards the way the man was going. Sometimes he would get confused in his way of direction, but soon enough he would be able to tell somehow. Looking up towards the sky, the birds started to sing their peaceful melodies that filled the air. Glancing back at the man, he smirked a little from the man’s muddy appearance. ”Better be careful, German snipers are in this area and would love to blow a brains of an officer.” Szudek quietly said in his heavy accent.

Retrieving his rifle slowly, he slung it back onto his shoulder and looked at the general direction where the forest started to become more of an open area. ”I think we should go…now.” Szudek said, looking around uncomfortably, feel like there was something around there that shouldn’t be there. Putting the camo cover back around his head, he began getting a head of the man some. He was sure happy just to link up someone who was apart of the Allies since he hadn’t had any contact in two days. The fog still remained on the forest floor as the breeze continued to blow gently through the air. Walking towards the end of the forest, the light began to get brighter. It was then Szudek came to a complete stop, squinting his eyes some. He had thought that he saw something, but maybe he didn’t.

Still, he had to look hard as he turned towards the British man. ”Who’s that? Wait, what is that?” Szudek had asked as he continued to squint, with his hand over his eyes. The sun was kind of bright to the point where it was hard on Szudek’s eyes, but he continued slowly towards the tree that was on his right. Getting into a prone position behind the tree, he had pointed his rifle towards the other side of the tree where he could still be able to see what he was looking at, but still not visible. Was this Allied territory that they were heading too or was it Axis territory?

[jynx]

The wind was blaring through Justins hair; the engine was defeaning his ears; the karbine was weighing on his arm. Justin was slouched in the back of his mobile unit, screaming through the forest on old logging roads. 6 privates were with him all together. 2 were in the front seat, 2 in the back seat, 1 on the mounted machine gun, and 1 sitting beside him on the back end. The box of rounds to feed the machine gun rested in the hands of the infantry next to him.

Justin watched as the trees close by passed by. He could see little in this thick fog. If there were any enemy units in these trees, there would be little hope to seeing them. Justin was sent out to patrol this region, and he has been for the pass 3 weeks. The forest offered great difficulties though, and he had to work hard to get all the roads cleared of debre and fallen trees. Most of the work was done now, but there was rumours of british advancements. Justins division was being heavily requipped. That is where these 6 soldiers came about. Knewly under Justins command, after a drastic push through enemy lines and surviving, he was rewarded.

Justin looked ahead and saw a clearing. Almost instantly the vehichle swung to the left, almost throwing Justin and his men over the right. Justin instincly jumped over the left side and used the back axel for protection. He watched as all the men in the vehichle did the same behind the engine and front axel. Every soldier was behind the vehichle, except for the machine gunner. He was positioned fairly well behind some cover the vehichle offered, but was by far the most vulnerable.

Justin pointed to three men and signalled for them to scope the region. He ordered the fourth to feed bullets to the machine gunner. He then grabbed the driver and whispered to him "What are you doing?" with glary eyes.

"Max said he saw infantry over there on that mound, sir. I think I did too." reported the frightened soldier.

Justin stood up, thinking the private was not only delusional, but looking for excuses to go back to camp. Justin saw nothing, and everything appeared to be perfectly still. Then he noticed three things; fresh dirt, a shovel laying on the ground, and moist air rising from what looked like someone breathing.

Justin yelled "FIRE ON THAT MOUND!!!", and the machine gun alit the morning silence with a roaring thunder of one thousand bullets.

[Captain Matherson]

Chris stared into the thick fog, his men hard at work on the ditches behind him. All he could see through the iron sights was just fog. It was thick, but thinning as time went on. He took a glance back at his men. All six of them were about half way done, mounds of dirt being raised beside as they shifter the dirt away. Even so, the positions were only about four feet deep. The soil was thick and hard. Chris doubted he could put a bullet very few that dirt, let alone a shovel.

And that was when he heard it. At first it was just a distant rumble, and he instantly trained his ears to the noise. Was it a bug? No, it was getting too loud for that. It was almost like a engine. Chris continued to stare out, and he heard the digging behind him cease too as his men heard the noise as well.

A car! Chris repositioned himself back with Gordon and Crawford on the right emplacement. He signaled for the others to get low and stay alert. But by then it was already starting. He heard the crunch of tyres in the mist, and the outline of a jeep wafted into his vision, blurred men jumping out the side and running behind it for cover. Those sure as heck aren’t…

The machine gun was deafeningly loud in the morning stillness, and a foot of flame jetted out from the tip of its barrel. Cameron and MacDonald hit the ground hard and curled up for their life as the dirt of the mound they were hiding behind took life, exploding its surface into the fog around them. The dirt was thick, but Chris knew it wouldn’t stand up against a full machine gun onslaught for more than a couple of minutes at the most. ”Gordon! Crawford! As of yet, their position wasn’t under fire, only the mound on the left. ”Take out that gunner!” they leaned around the large oak they had been hiding behind and started to fire at the exposed gunner on the jeep.

Somewhere to his left, White and Browning started firing as well, although he couldn’t see where they were hiding through the fog. Chris himself leaned out quickly and easily spotted the gun’s flame. He aimed back a bit at the dark shape behind it and let off a barrage of rounds towards it. His Thompson shuddered against his shoulder plate as he sent no less than ten rounds whizzing through the mist in seconds and ducked back under cover.

Where less than a minute ago there had been calm silence, now the air was alive with the sound of lead and flame, echoing deep into the forest…

[♔ Liam J. Brentwood]

OOC: Okay, we’ve got quite a few in this thread now… I think it’s best we slowed the pace a little, to lessen the confusion. I’m not making any postal orders, but what I do insist, is if you can just take a little consideration for me (Admin) having to mark this (for four characters, including mine) AND post as my character.

Szudek Shvitrikgail your posts are well written, considerably, but please try to slow down a little - because you kinda’ drifted off a little in your last post and now I have to catch up. Sorry if my post is long too, but I‘ve had to keep up! =P Thanks guys!


IC:

The newly renowned Russian Soldier before him, did seem to tie some ends up to his conspicuous thinking. The Accent was much more clear and the soldier done as he was told, dropping his weapon to the ground correspondingly to his demand. The Lieutenant seemed pretty much happy with the response, but still kept his rifle trained on the male as he slowly rose from behind the tree, nodding slowly. “Alright, Commie… Looks like we’re pals after-all” Liam said somewhat sternly, finally lowering his weapon and stepping closer - yet still being weary.

As the Russian Soldier gave the Lieutenant a few pointers - about how some snipers would love to blow An Officer’s head apart, the Lieutenant couldn’t do nothing more than stare somewhat bluntly towards the Russian, smirking. “Aye and I’m guessing that’s meant to make me feel better, eh?” he said pretty dormant in his dry sense of humour, winking towards the Russian reassuringly he was only joking and not being serious. The English had a good dry sense of humour, most of which other’s didn’t understand, particularly the Americans… Sadly.

The Lieutenant remained quiet to why he was in the forest, not really giving much incline or detail to why he’d be creeping around in enemy territory. The Commando, Lieutenant, was under strict orders to keep any intelligence to himself - a sort of, for your eyes only Intel? The Allied command was becoming more and more suspicious of spies, let alone the Russians, who predominantly had quite a lot of power to overrun the Nazis and Europe themselves. This power the Communists had, did seem to strike fear in both European countries and America. So the Lieutenant remained stiffly quiet, giving a mere nod towards the Russian who retrieved his weapon and questioned their direction, but Liam merely took pace in the same direction he was heading prior to their engagement.

As they edged towards the end of the forest, Liam felt quite uncomfortable being with another allied soldier, who could potentially give away his position and have them captured, quite easily. This was strictly a solo mission for Liam and the intelligence he had from the small reconnaissance on a nearby town was valuable to the Allies advancements, if the Nazis knew the British/Allies were going to move in on this small garrisoned town a few miles north, they could easily ambush them or set a trap, which wouldn’t be ideal in the slightest.

Suddenly, the Red Soldier took a low prone and set himself down behind tree, causing Liam to clutch his lee-Enfield rifle defensively and drop down beside. “What is it?” the Lieutenant questioned stubbornly, already getting that aggression in his eyes, as he looked off towards the nearby horizon engulfed with Fog and Dim lighting from the early morning rays bristly amongst the glorious French terrain. Then, all hell broke loose, as a sudden burst of heavy fire emitted in the short distance, followed by what seemed to be rifle-rounds? But Liam couldn’t be so sure, as the distant echoes of fire were slightly muffled.

“I think we may have friendly’s in trouble up ahead, stick to my rear and make sure your gun’s bloody loaded, alright?” he said commandingly, as he popped open a button at the top of his karki uniform, hoisting out his red beret from inside, carefully slotting it down against his firm skulled head, beginning to take image of a proper commando - rather than a lost rifleman. Without anymore words, the Lieutenant reached behind him and tapped the comrade’s leg, insinuating for him to follow suit, as the Lieutenant sprung up from the low prone and began trotting along the edge of the forest swiftly, holding his rifle firmly in both hands.
As the distant growls of gunfire became louder, the Lieutenant glanced back a little to give another silent command, knowing they had to keep their tactics of surprise on the enemy. The lieutenant placed his right hand up, flagging downwards to a nearby ditch, in which he continued to take lead and slip down slowly. The Ditch was on the outskirts of the forest, opposite side to the Americans and Jeep nearby - the Jeep barely visable through the fog, yet the Lieutenant could still make out silhouettes moving around. Giving one last look to his comrade, Liam took careful aim and clunked his finger back on the trigger - hoping his comrade done the same instantly.

[jynx]

The jeep instantly came under fire, only ensuring Justin and his men that there was enemies behind that mound. If Justin didn't get moving soon, him and his men would be slaughtered. He looked under slightly to see where the bullets were coming from. The outside of the ridge seemed to be pretty well occupied. Justin heard one machine gun, although small caliber.

Justin grabbed a man and threw him into the seat and screamed "Get us back behind the tree line!" The man sat in the seat, the engine still running, and laid down for enough cover, but still barely able to see. He then looked at the other troops and yelled "Get behind the truck!" Justin got behind the truck in order with the other men.

The machine gunner was better covered now that the front of the vehichle was facing the enemies position. The driver was just as vulnerable now though, and Justin stood by to have men quickly replace either if they were to be hit. Justin ordered his men to open fire on any possible hostiles, but they were obviously already doing so. Nothing was seemed to be deadly accurate in this light fog and slight light.

Justin and his men finally reached the tree line. Justin ordered 2 men to take the right tree line. "Use the trees as cover and run fast." Justin ordered another 2 men to take the left tree line, using the same strategy. He then ordered the remaining 2 men to drive and shoot.

As of now, Justin ordered the driver to get behind some trees, and Justin and the 2 remaining troops would simply attempt to pick off any troops. The jeep continued to run, but the machine gun isn't in use due to it not being in site of any possible hostiles while it is behind a tree.

OOC
I honestly haven't read through the entire post. I totally understand you wanting to slow it down. This will be my last post until the is a moderation post.

[PuNk! ™]

Moderation Post![/b]
This will be short and sweet, compared to the time I’ve taken previously to go into detail on 1 vs. 1 thread/s.

Axis Effect:

• Lieutenant Kempster and his men have been successful in suppressing the enemy into their holes, precisely reducing their accuracy from counter firing - as the Allies have obviously had to keep their heads down.
  
  
• Justin Kempster has also began a successful advancement on the enemy, but still unaware to their rear-flank being attacked by Lieutenant Brentwood and Sergeant Shvitrikgail within the short distance, taking pot-shots on enemy outlines within the midst of the fog.
  
  
• Overall, Just Kempster has been successful in suppressing the enemy with his rear mounted machine-gun and using the jeep as appropriate cover; Private Cameron (on the Allied side) has also been wounded via head, from a stray shard of wooden splinter (made from the jeep’s mounted gun) erupting from a nearby tree, rendering the unit unconscious - but not dead.

Allied Effect:

• Captain Matherson’s men had dug just enough cover for their fox holes when the jeep had engaged their unit, giving Captain Matherson’s squad a good base of cover and defensive position amongst the tree-line.
  
  
• As the Axis began their advance, their ‘rear mounted’ gunner took two bullet wounds to the thigh by Captain Matherson’s Thompson SMG, as the gunner just about entered the deadly zone for the close range weapon. The Unit is still alive, but the blood made from the wound has made the rear jeep’s stand slippery.
  
  
• Lieutenant Brentwood and Sergeant Shvitrikgail’s pot-shot firing have incurred no casualties, but did break a rear-break light as the Jeep began to tail off into heavier cover (behind trees). Which may’ve alerted Justin Kempster to a rear assault in the distance.

OVERALL:[/B]

Captain Matherson remains well defended, but is now in threat of advancing enemy, successfully making their small approach inwards. Lieutenant Brentwood and Sergeant Shvitrikgail still remain to offer a good rear-offensive if close enough…

[chowder]

(OCC: I apologize for that. Sometimes that happens with me, but I'll try to stop letting it flow off and being so fast.)

Szudek continued to remain in a prone position, starting towards what he had thought he had saw something in front of them, not too far, but still couldn’t really make out due to the thickness of the fog. Then, a loud fire of rounds from the machine gun and hearing screams of Germans coming from the area quickly gave something for Szudek to smile about. ”At last. We’re about to have a little fun with these dogs.” He thought to himself as he quickly looked towards the British. “I think we may have friendly’s in trouble up ahead, stick to my rear and make sure your gun’s bloody loaded, alright?” He said. “Never fear comrade, they‘ll all be dead before they turn around to even know where the both of us are.“ He said as he continued to look towards the same area. Even though what he said was just completely fool of himself mostly.

Receiving a touch of the leg, Szudek gave a brief nod and stood back to a crouching position. Following the British soldier along the edge, Szudek continued to look around incase there were more Germans in the area rather than the area that they were all together in right now. ”I wonder how many are in the area.” He said quietly. As the sound of the fire grew larger, the adrenaline had begun to grow within him, wanting to be released from its prison. Finally reaching a position to where it seemed to be a good place to fire upon the Germans, he quickly aimed his rifle out towards the German infested area and waited to fire. Then, the British soldier had thingyed his trigger and the blast caused Szudek to immediately fire at the same time. Quickly taking cover from firing, he glanced over towards the soldier.

”We might have to move to another position.” Szudek said as more of a suggestion. Back over during the battle of Stalingrad, Szudek would always change positions to confuse the enemy in thinking that there was more than one or else could be anywhere around the area. Taking another peak, he began to see, but barely that the Germans were now taking cover from behind the trees, but still seemed more distracted towards who they were shooting at. As he lifted his rifle over the mound, he quickly shot two more bullets towards any of the Germans who were now concentrating their fire towards the two of them. Wrapping the camo covering around his face, he began crawling towards a tree that was nearly about ten feet away, this was a pretty risky chance, but he decided to wait a little longer.

Never in his life time was he involved with this kind of fighting. The kind of fighting he was used too was to stay at one place for at least a week until he would see a German officer stopping by. This was much more entertaining to be in, but then this was like a game of Russian Roulette. You can possibly die today or else tomorrow, no one was not really sure when they were going to die. Possibly no one would die today and live to fight for tomorrow. Szudek then took another couple of shots towards the Germans as he screamed out, ”DIE YOU GERMAN PIGS!!!” Even though none of the shots had penetrated the German’s disgusting flesh, still he continued on to build up his anger towards the Germans, hoping that one day he would have his revenge for everything that they’ve caused for the world.

[jynx]

Justin grabbed the man out of the back of the jeep. Tearing off his shoes and socks, he wrapped the socks around the injured mans wounded leg tightly, to cut off circulation and delay bleeding. Justin took off his own shirt and wiped away the blood from the back of the vehichles mounted gun stand to make sure it wasn't slippery anymore.

There was shots behind him, so he told the uninjured personel to scout behind them and shoot anything that was moving. "Stay low, be quiet, and shoot anything that moves, we can't afford anymore injuries." Justin said.

Justin laid low himself with the cover of the trees and waited for the men he sent out to engage the enemy in the clearing from the tree line.

Justin picked up the injured soldier and placed him in the back of the vehichle next to the gun mount and handed him the bullets to feed the machine gun. "Don't worry, we'll get you out of here alive, but you have to help us on the way" Justin said to the worn out soldier.

Justin heard the snaps and pops of his troops engaging the enemy in the clearing, and he grabbed the soldier he left on guard in their rear and threw him up into the machine gun mount. "Cover our asses 'til we hit the clearing and the pound on those enemy soldiers positions" Justin barked at him.

He then hopped into the drivers seat, stuck the vehichle into gear, and sped away to the clearing. Soon as Justin entered back onto the road, he could hear the machine gun blaring away at the enemies behind them. The vehichle was approaching the clearance quickly, and Justin ducked down low as he could to avoid possibly being hit. Justin prayed that they were firing on the troops advancements and he could secure a location with the vehichle on the left flank to give them already advanced troops good suppression.

He made it to the opening, and slammed on the gas, turning the wheel to the left he sped away to where he saw burst of shots from the tree line. He saw the bullets now spraying forward toward the opposition, hopefully suppressing them further from shooting at the vehichle now.

Justin was speeding towards the position when he almost reached it, and slammed the wheel to the right, allowing for him to jump out soon as the vehichle stopped and get behind the cover of the vehichle.

He looked across the clearing and now only wondered how many of his troops had been injured in this daring forward assault on the enemies position. Their foxholes would be surrounded, and they would be forced to withdraw back to the tree line long as most of his soldiers were still uninjured!

OOC:
Sorry for the length, just alot going on here. Tried my best to cover all bases and keep it short.

[♔ Liam J. Brentwood]

OOC: That’s totally fine, there is quite a lot going on here - especially as you’re the only enemy and trying to counter-attack everyone’s offensive movements. Again, I hate to issue a posting order, because that means everyone has to wait on one person - when I know people have issues of their own and aren’t always on, but I may make one soon if we can’t keep up with the ‘chase’. If everyone’s okay with that?

Oh and Justin Kempster, I hope I read your post right - you made a quick assault on your rear (us) and then headed off towards the American Division right? Leaving two soldiers in your quake to fight me and the Russian Comrade? Just let me know if I read it wrong. =]

IC:

Lieutenant Brentwood continued the ramming of his trigger finger against the cold metal casing, whilst multi-tasking in-between pot-shots to clunk back the metal bolt, twist and then jolt forwards again into the chamber with a fresh cased round. Obviously, Liam was applying more of a ‘quick shot’ firing, rather than slow accurate shots - alike his comrade, the Red-Soldier, he hoped they could confused the enemy to how many were on their rear end. The Fog was fantastic for this tactic, as only the bright spark emitted out of the blue now and again, alerting anyone to their position.

Hearing the Russian Soldier verbally suggest the idea, rather than mentally thinking it like Liam was - who ironically always thought everyone knew what he was thinking, well his close comrades did, the Lieutenant gave a firm nod towards the Russian in agreement - they should keep moving around, to deter the enemy and hopefully open up some weak spots, if not force them back. As the Russian covered himself with his camouflage and began his movement, the Lieutenant knew it was pointless to give such orders to someone who knew what he was doing, so without much more a-do and taking haste, the commando began a quick low sprint off wards down the ditch, acting like a trench.

As the Lieutenant leant himself up against the dirt mound beside the road, his hands eagerly shifted unwanted pieces of rubble beneath his rifle, before laying the precious piece of killing equipment against the ground for good leverage and stability. Liam was a silent killer and by judging on first impressions from the Soviet Russian lurking in the forest, he could happily assume the comrade was a silent one himself - perhaps a sniper or survival expert like himself? Brushing the thoughts aside, the Lieutenant abruptly took aim off-wards towards the enemy convoy again, taking precious pot-shots towards the enemy figures lurking about their business, trying to rat out nearby friendly’s in the forest.

Suddenly, the machinegun fire took a turn for the worst, as Liam felt the ground split beneath him from the hard shelling of the jeep’s mounted rear, obviously making a quick assault to keep them back - which seemed to have worked, as Liam found himself huddled up on the ground, clutching his rifle, before the jeep’s engine roared and the wheels screeched to speed off, presumably towards the Allies in the forest.

Slowly lifting his head, the Commando brushed dirt from off his beret and face, before slumping against the dirt mound again, quietly trying to observe the situation unravelling before them… Taking pot-shots wasn’t working, so the Lieutenant done what he knew best, being quiet. As Liam glanced back towards the Russian’s direction, he hoped he was still alive, but knew up ahead they needed him more, as he began to advance even further up the road side where the jeep had travelled and then made a daring stunt to fall onto his stomach with his rifle hunched against his biceps to quickly crawl across the open terrain. Liam knew he could easily flank them, if he remained quiet.

[jynx]

OOC
1 man is feeding the machine gun bullets in the vehichle, he is injured.
1 man has the machine gun mounted.
2 men have forward assaults on the american divisions left flank (which I have joined with the vehichle)
2 men have forward assaults on the american divisions right flank

No soldiers were left behind, but 2 on the right flank are segregated.

EDIT
I think I've made enough coverage to keep my position for a little while. So I probably won't post until everyone else has secured their positions and countered my post.

[Captain Matherson]

Ooc: Sorry for my absence, but I’m back now to kick A

Bic: The whole damn forest is going to hell here! The Captain thought to himself. He could see that the Germans were splitting up, and what else would they be doing but trying to pincer them. Cameron and MacDonald were still pinned down on the left by the heavy machine gun, which hammered through the fog like a starved demon. The earth and wood around them was flying apart and the Rangers could barely get a shot out. Chris saw Cameron lying on his side beside MacDonald, who was trying desperately to defend his friend from overwhelming enemies.

The attack on his own position was significantly weaker. So far, Chris estimated two men had attacked them on the right, three at the most, and him, Gordon and Crawford were holding well for now. ”Crawford!!”

”Sir!?” He ducked his head down after firing two shots off at the advancing enemies and a round sizzled through the air between them, tracing its path through the fog. Chris answered by emptying what was left of his magazine in that direction, reloaded, and fired three more shots off.

”Do you see that jeep!!” Crawford was by the far the most accurate Ranger in his platoon. Gordon and himself were good, but next to Crawford, they were seven year olds holding a magnum in one hand. ”Shoot out a tyre!! Then shoot out the gunner!! Then knock out that gun itself!! Put a round through its bloody feeder if you have to!!”

Crawford peered through the fog towards the jeep, just close enough to be in view. ”Yes sir…” He put his back against the raised ditch and rested his rifle against the inside of his arm, peering down the sight, his breathing slowing…

”White!? Browning!?” He screamed at the top of his lungs, and only faintly heard their reply above the din, but they were still there, for which he was thankful. At the moment, centrally placed and not under much fire, they were vital to their survival.

Crack!! Crawford fired off a round and loaded another into the chamber, calming back into his stance.

”Pull back you two!! Fall back into the tree line and move around to the left!! Get Macca and Cam out of there!!”

Crack!! Crawford loaded another bullet into his rifle, without ever the slightest hint of whether he was hitting his targets or not.

A round hissed past his right ear and Chris realized he had sat up so his voice would carry further, exposing himself for that fraction of a second. He ducked down again, cursing himself as a round ricocheted off the rocks next to him.

Crack!! Again…

Matherson twisted, his eyes fixed down the iron sights as a blurred German rose into his view. ”DROP F**KING DEAD COMMIE!!!” He crushed the trigger to the guard with all his strength, grinding the metal together until his finger was bone white and his arm went numb keeping the rifle on target in the devastating bombardment…