Trees don't have Glasses.

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The sound of gravel crunching under foot was the only sound to be heard as the small squad of soldiers made their way carefully down the road. This squad was just the forward scouts of a much larger platoon that was following one hundred meters behind.

The forward scouts watched the trees and shrubbery as if they were going to jump out on their own and strangle them, and they were right to be suspicious. The platoon was in size only, the men who made up the numbers were from a mix of regiments and companies, men who had been routed attempting a massive counter attack against allied troops. These men had banded together and now were making their way back towards their own lines, but unfortunately for them, they were still far behind enemy lines.

The point man of the scouts was an overly skinny man with a long neck and skeletal fingers. To most he would look malnourished or straight out starved, but he ate more then most.
"I'm hungry" He muttered, only to receive a dirty look from the soldiers walking behind him.
"Shut up Hans!" The soldier directly behind him hissed. "Noise discipline!"
Hans scanned the tree line and bushes and continued thinking about his stomach.

First thing I'm going to do when I get back, is lock myself in the mess hall and pile up a big plate of whatever crap they've got. He thought to himself as he trudged along. What he could really go for though, was a nice big slab of pork with potato's and cabbage, smothered in gravy and a nice cold beer.

As he strolled along with his mind on food, a glint in the trees caught his eye. Head-in-the-clouds Hans at first thought nothing of it. But as the glint worked its way through his mind he began wondering what it could have been. It looked circular if he recalled correctly, and, was there a second one next to it? Almost like a pair of glasses. But tress don't....

He stopped dead in his tracks as realization and fear overpowered him. He sucked in a breath of air to shout out a warning but someone slapped him in the chest, stealing his breath and making him stake a step back. He tried to inhale again to yell his warning but found he could catch his breath. He looked around to see if he could signal the others but found that he was on the ground. He didn't remember falling over, in either case he had to warn the others.

Twisting around he reached out and tried pointing at the tree where he'd seen the reflection and was mildly surprised to see no one behind him. Looking around a bit he spotted them hiding in the bushes, shouting and shooting at something ahead of them and Hans found it a little odd that he couldn't hear either their voices or the gun shots. He blinked a few times and tried to pull himself over to one of the other men who had taken a hit in the chest. Hans knew how to treat chest wounds from his conversations with medics. As he got closer he found himself getting tired though, and sleep began to sound like a really good idea as things began to go darker.

Meanwhile, one hundred meters back the rest of the platoon had heard the shots and had taken cover in the bushes. Jace Rosewic was near the front of the platoon and began to advance. The forward scouts would most likely be dead already having been in the kill zone of the ambush, but the rest of the platoon would be able to avenge them. Depending on how many enemy soldiers there were of course. The German Platoon had little choice at the moment. There would be no reinforcements for them, no extraction. It was either fight or die.
As he moved forward he caught sight of muzzle flashes in the trees and brought his rifle around and opened fire.

[Friedrich Falkenbëck]

He walked along with the regiment, having the same exhausted feeling as many had and now they was on the urge of a counter attack so they could get back to their own lines. He walked in silence with a feeling of fear though he didn't let it show, it was no time to be scared, they would make, it after all they were the pride of the German military machine.

Suddenly the sound of shots, made him wake completely up and the adrenaline go back into his body. He quickly looked around him and saw that they were taking fire from the front, though everyone had went to cover and started to open fire at the enemy position. He quickly moved to the front and saw what was happening "Remember, Don't waste you're ammo! Only fire when needed!" He ordered although he was certain that soon he would be out ordered by a superior.

He looked at the men, some of them started to take more time aiming instead of just laying a barrage "Remember When we're out of ammo we're out, we still need to get back to our own front!" He crouched and looked around him seeing all sorts of people from different regiments and ranks, it was a chaotic mix, some SS some Wehrmacht, and all in a mix of ranks to either out order each other and no real chain of command. But for now he commanded this section.

He breathed out as he moved over close to a Sturmann, there was some cover over here and a view point over the enemy, although they seemed some hundred meters away he wasn't certain, but he knew hitting much at this distance was hard when just firing like wild men, although they were fighting for their own survival, so for now the people seemed to know that they were getting back, but his trust in all the soldiers to feel the same need to hold the line instead of retreating again, wasn't as great as it might have bin. Because he knew how hard it could be to a man's morale to be stuck behind enemy lines with limited supplies.

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Orders where being shouted and the chaos of suppressive fire turned into disciplined volleys, but the mix of ranks and divisions held a different threat of ripping itself apart simply by being a disorganised platoon. No one had taken command as the group of men had grown simply because it wasn't needed. The only reason a scout squad had been sent forward is because those men had volunteered to be point men.

Looking over his shoulder Jace saw that a Rottenführer had come closer, at least he had the SS marks. Jace Hated working with other Divisions, if they weren't in the SS they just didn't get it. Although there was one person who from the Wehrmacht Jace didn't object too. Too bad he wasn't here.

"Sir, we can flank around if we have supporting fire and take them from the rear." Jace called out to the Rottenführer. As a Strumann Jace was adapt at assaulting enemy positions and preferred to be up close to the combat. If the Rottenführer would prefer to hang back and shoot Jace wouldn't object, but having more then one person counter-attacking would make success more likely. Perhaps he would order someone else to go with Jace.

The point men were getting hit hard. four of the six men had already been killed with one not far behind the rest. Only one man had been unscathed in the ambush, and he was fighting for his life, shouting out for the help and emptying clip after clip into the trees in the hopes of killing something before he got killed himself.

[Friedrich Falkenbëck]

He looked thoughtful at the suggestion that the Sturmann's suggestion, seemed very risky since they didn't know how many was in the trees or how many more was hiding for them to make the assault towards the trees. He looked to both sides seeing how many men he might be able to persuade with him, SS men would be better in a fight then Wehrmacht, although he himself had used to be part of them.

After a few moments he nodded "ja... I like your idea... I'll try to gather a squad and get some men to put out a supporting fire so this daring attempt doesn't end before it's begun" He said still with an enormous concentration on how to plan it out and gather the strength needed for it.

He moved away from the Sturmann and over to some men who had followed what he said before starting to talk to them, after a few moments the men who looked a bit hesitant seemed to agree to the idea and he nodded to them before he walked over to some other men and pointed in the direction of the trees talking about them having to lay a suppressive fire so they wouldn't be shot. Now the entire plan seemed theoretically better but he wasn't to sure on the idea.

He walked back to the Sturmann and nodded to him "Now all should be set up... Me and a handful of men will follow... Those over there will put up a suppressive fire... Hopefully" He said the last part with a bit of regret, but the best they could do was hope. He started to put on his bayonet if they were going in there, there was going to be close combat "You're the expert on this so you'll lead" he said knowing that a Sturmann knew what they had to do when assaulting. He took some deep breaths preparing himself, he knew there would be a lot of glory, but for now his main thought was on surviving this damn trick.

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He listened to the Rottenführer's words without looking at him, Jace's eyes were locked on the sights of his rifle as he scanned for new targets. He didn't know if he had killed the shooter down the path, and one hundred meters wasn't a great distance to have a firefight over. It was well within his weapons range but Jace just preferred to be closer. He wanted to see the whites of their eyes as he blew away the light behind them.

As the Rottenführer left to round up some men Jace saw something moving that shouldn't be. The leafs on a small tree jutting out of some shrubbery were moving against the wind. Which meant something was moving the tree. He brought his sights down and followed the tree into the shrubs, he would just have to guess were the base was and aimed a little higher then that. He pulled the trigger and worked the bolt to load in another round before firing that bullet off too. The tree moved violently and then became still. Not knowing if he had killed whoever was advancing towards them or had just scared them off Jace kept his eye on it.

A bullet bit into the log Jace was hiding behind and he ducked behind it. So he hadn't killed anyone. He felt a little disappointment at that. It was short lived though as the Rottenführer returned with a few more men on his tail and fixed a bayonet. Jace crawled backwards and looked at the men, glad to see they all had the SS markings but none of them looked like they had been Strumann, and even the Rottenführer seemed a little uncomfortable with charging an unknown number of enemy soldiers and his uncertainty showed itself when he placed Jace in charge of the charge.

Whatever works.
"Right then! Follow!"
He would have explained his plan but decided they didn't have time. He would just lead the way and give the orders as needed. To be honest he felt a little uncomfortable at being in charge. He was use to obeying the suicidal attack orders, not giving them. With practiced speed he ran in a crouch off the pathway and deep into the bushes and undergrowth. He moved at a comfortable speed so he wouldn't be out of breath for the attack. Leading the men in a wide curve, dodging through trees and over plants he brought them to the side of the Allied soldiers. He could see some of them clearly from his position and brought his fist up to halt the others, the enemy was less then fifty meters away.

He was about to turn and tell the other soldiers what needed to happen when something caught his eye. A machinegun crew was breaking off from the rest of the soldiers and was heading straight for them. Jace froze with fear, believing they'd been seen but the gunners weren't setting up, they were flanking just as Jace the others were. He looked back at the men and whispered as well as signaled for the men to get into cover.
"Prepare to ambush!"

(You can take over for the ambush if you like?)

[Friedrich Falkenbëck]

He he heard the orders from the Sturmann and saw that someone was either ambushing them or ambushing their line he padded him on the shoulder as a notice of himself taking command now. He had gathered the self-confidence he needed and the personal strength to do this without having doubt in his own skills, it rarely happened but he wasn't prepared to begin with. He wasn't going to let a lower ranked person command him either, it wasn't because he doubted his skills but ranks came with a requirement and that was to command, and he wasn't an SS soldier for no reason.

As the machine gun crew came closer he padded two men on the shoulders before holding up the other hand making a kind of count down before they moved up and stabbed the men. Friedrich pushed his rifle forward so that the man felt to his back with a last surprised look. At that moment Friedrich felt a feeling of regret, mostly because there was something different with killing a person up close other then shooting them from afar, specially when you could hear their last breath. The two men assisting him stabbed the victims an extra time just to be sure, which he understood.

They quickly crouched again while he observed the surroundings to see if it seemed like any of the enemies had seen them and would open fire, but didn't seem like it making him feel like it was some luck ”Müller and Johan pick up that machine gun and set up over there” He said with a whisper pointing toward a position that considering their possibilities seemed strategically good for the task of out flanking their enemy, and was close as long as they didn't notice the bushes moving.

He looked over at the Sturmann ”Meanwhile you and the rest of the men will go with me and we'll outflank their position while Müller and Johan places so they will shoot to shreds everything that moves” He whispered to the men and the Sturmann. He nodded to the two men with the machine gun before they moved to another position.

As they had set up he nodded to the rest of the men ”Move out They moved to a location close to some enemies which was sitting in the tree line shooting at their men, there was quite a lot, or it felt like it being so close to the enemy. He took a deep breath before to both sides and making sure he could see their people at the machine gun before taking another deep breath hoping that this wasn't going to end up as their own certain death. ”Feuer frei!” He cried out before the rifles started to sound and shortly after the machine gun clearly taking their enemy by surprise.

(OOC:If you dislike any of this just write so and i'll edit.)
[Edit: Small bold writing mistake]

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Jace followed the orders issued and made his way carefully closer to the allied soldiers. Thankfully they were too busy with trying to suppress the other German soldiers and from where he was Jace could see one of the forward scouts was still alive. He had quickly run out if ammunition and had discarded his rifle but by the looks of him had made no attempts to surrender. He clutched his knife to his chest as if waiting for an enemy soldier to try and capture him. All around tr survivers were the bodies of the other scouts. They would have died quickly under such a hail of shots.

Once he was in position he waited paitantly for the order to charge. His heart rate was up but he wasn't panicked in the slightest. This was almost an everyday thing for Jace and he had long ago come to terms with his mortality. No doubt the Americans would be expecting I hear the chatter of a machinegun to their flank, and their reaction to duck in cover may not be as quick as if the Germans had their own MG. Jace licked his lips, there was a certain flavor in using the enemies weapons against them, he savored that taste.

With a shouted command that Jace though to be unnessisary he popped up with rest of his men and unloaded his rounds into whoever he could see wearing the wrong uniform. Once his rifle was empty he dropped back down behind cover and quickly reloaded, looking to the Rottenführer for further orders before popping back up and continuing to fire at the allies flank.

[Friedrich Falkenbëck]

As he evaluated the situation he looked at the enemy who in his eyes seemed very confused at the sudden flanking fire, making himself fill with the feeling of confidence on the situation, and the hope of a near victory, now he knew that the enemies training wasn't exactly SS standard but they could put up hell of a fight, he had seen so before, but then again he wasn't SS trained himself either.

After his men had used their first clip and some were on their second he took a deep breath and the hesitant decision to charge ahead bayonets first, currently it was mostly for the fear factor as he knew or at least hoped for the sudden rain of bullets from their flank and then some charging men would break their morale but only time would tell.

"Sturm-angriff auf mein Kommando!" He cried out he waited for the men to fire their last shots having gotten all the courage needed for this assault, was suicidal in most minds, but was also the road for medals and ranks, both things that was the only value to him, as long as he and his men survived. He took a last deep breath "Angriff! Für das Vaterland!" he yelled for the men so they would attack bayonets first, he knew that if he had to hope for someone to win in close combat it was the SS soldiers.

As the men moved forward and the machine gun was still firing at the enemy he moved forward himself, hoping that he wasn't a favoured target for the enemy cause he obviously had made most of the commands for this entire battle how short it would be, specially now they charged towards the enemy some of his men stopping for a short moment firing before running again so they would reach close combat. On the way forward he felt something hitting against his helmet but deflecting at least he wasn't hurt, though it had bin a close call he was sure but he'd check his helmet later.

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"Sturm-angriff auf mein Kommando!"
"Storm-attack at my command"

"Angriff! Für das Vaterland!"
"Attack! For the Fatherland!"

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Yanking the bolt back and slamming a new round into the chamber had become an unconscious motion. The amount of fire training and contact with the enemy Jace had had was paying off and he was a able to work the bolt without taking his eyes or his iron sights off the targets. He fired and reloaded with a form of grace, with a flow that optimized his rate of fire. Out the corner of his eye he noticed that few of the others had that same flow. Their movements were jerky, almost panicked. Jace did not believe many of them would survive the charge.

Even as he though that the Rottenführer shouted out to prepare for the charge. Maybe they had already killed enough of the Americans to ensure a successful charge and now all that was needed was the finnal hammer blow to break the survivers. Jace fixed his bayonet to his rifle and checked his combat knife and P-38, making sure they were within easy reach. With his weapons secure and ready he waited for the command to charge.

The shout was given and Jace broke out into a sprint, under the cover of both the machinegun and the squad further up the road he put everything he had into his legs. Over this short of a distance speed was the key, he had to get across the mini no mans land before the enemy had a chance to return fire. Closing the gap seemed to take a lifetime but in a matter of seconds he was on them, his bayonet leading the way was driven deep into the first fleshy person he came upon before being ripped out and plunged back in. As the other assaulting men appeared and fired and stabbed the enemy began to break, some men began to flee while others threw down their weapons and tried to surrender. The surviving scout jumped up with a maddened scream and chased down a fleeing soldier, leaping onto his back and sinking his blade into the mans back.

But the fight was far from won, not all of the enemy were cowards. A few were still putting up a fight and Jace caught a glancing hit on the arm. He dove backwards and scrambled to find some form of cover as bullets slammed into the ground around him. Finding a safe spot he tried to catch his breath and check his arm while cursing himself for dropping his rifle.
The maddened scout was still stabbing the man pinned underneath him and made a good target, his chest exploded as M1 rounds punched through him.

[Friedrich Falkenbëck]

He charged ahead still not having fired a single shot he moved forward with his men seeing his men fire before and stabbing for their lives while they were stabbing the ones who surrendered and who didn't, but then again what were they going to do with survivors, they were behind enemy lines, and they didn't have time for delays, and it was payback time.

He quickly reached the first enemy and was about to stab him but a bullet from one of his friends hit the enemy shredding through him making him fall to the ground, a man came charging towards him but he quickly reached to turn, block and make a thrust hitting him making him fall toe the ground screaming. Then the enemy which had turned and started to shoot here, though still under crossfire from the machine gun made him go go cover.

He looked around to both sides looking at his men who had searched for cover and was starting to open fire, it looked like the surprise had gotten them pinned although some tried to move forward they quickly got stopped or hit, of what he could see from here they had lost one of the soldiers so far, the safest being the ones by the machine gun. He took a deep breath and fired toward the first man he could see firing the first shot so far. "We need to get moving!" He yelled to the men who had started open fire.

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The German counter attack had been counter attacked. That wouldn't have been a problem if the rest of the platoon had moved up, but it was a broken group of men, Heer mixed with SS, no one knew who was in charge and the Rottenführer had only taken a small force to flank. Hopefully the main bulk of the platoon would see that help was needed and would run in to assist. Jace was keeping low behind a log that was slowly being picked apart by bullets. The hail of allied fire seemed to have been reduced to a drizzle, even so, all it took was one drop to kill you.

The Rottenführer's voice floated over the crack of gunfire. Jace couldn't quite hear him but it sounded like an order to move. Move where? Advance or retreat? Side to side with a little bow at the end? His Strumann training told him that another charge would be fatal due to the axis no longer having the element of surprise. But they couldn't retreat either simply because they had nowhere to run. Either way they were attached to another object by an inclined plane wrapped helically around an axis and there was nothing else to do but charge again or shoot it out and judging by the Rottenführer's order I was to be a charge.

Machinegun fire strafed the enemy position and Jace shifted himself into a better position to run, he desperately wished he had a grenade or some form of explosive that he could throw ahead of him but all he had on him was his pistol, knife and a bloody shovel. He was just about to run out when he had an idea, things where a little chaotic at the moment, no one really knew what was going on and many soldiers on both sides were firing blindly in the hopes of hitting somthing. Maybe... Just maybe... He could take advantage of that chaos and cause a little confusion. Grabbing his shovel and holding it like a stick grenade he shouted in English at the top if his lungs "Grenade!" and lobbed the shovel at the allied troops before waiting for a second and following it.

Launching himself over the log he set himself running pull pelt towards his enemies. With mild surprise he saw that the soldiers around we're the shovel had landed were scattering from it as if it really was about to explode. Jace leveled his pistol and fired off two rounds into the backs of two retreating soldiers before before diving behind the tree they had previously been using as cover. This was his tree now and he would hold it. From his tree he fired off the rest of his rounds at anything moving around him and reloaded, waiting for further orders.

(If you want to take the last of them we can end this thread, i've got a few hints and tips for you)

[Friedrich Falkenbëck]

He knew that he most likely had made some mistakes in this so far, well doing assault, though he had never ordered one before, and now he for the first time had realized the trouble in doing so, he had hope for a glorious attack and a quick victory, but now some were hit, he was pinned and couldn't contact all of the men in general all was going to chaos.

But then the Sturmann had gotten some odd idea throwing the shovel towards the enemy yelling grenade, a word that sounded almost alike in every language he knew. And it had seemed to work breaking the enemy fire. He felt a lot of joy going through him as the enemy started to scatter but quickly made a decision to get the men forward again, being glad that the sturmann had bin so inventive, else it would surely have been the slaughter of all his soldiers.

He quickly made the hand sign to move forward "Forward! Get moving!" he yelled along with the hand signs. As the men had gotten moving again he moved himself quickly shooting a fleeing soldier in the back, quickly pulling back the bolt before finding his next victim who was stabbed down by an angry man with a bayonet.

He looked around him and saw the enemy fleeing and quickly "Regroup!" He yelled out not wanting the men to run off into the forest hunting the enemy, but instead wait for the rest of the platoon.

(Done if these seems okay to you. And sure I wouldn't mind some hints and tips... Think they are well needed)

[Christopher J. D'Dario]

All right Falken. I know you haven't done any neutral threads like this before so I'll give a few little hints and tips to improve the quality of future threads like this. Just to clarify, this is not a grading, merely a suggestion to help you along. All I think needs to be done is a little proof reading before you post.

I found it a little hard to follow your trail of thought and what was happening in the thread a few times, and you have to be careful with the bold lettering.

As they had set up he nodded to the rest of the men ”Move out to a location close to some enemies which was sitting in the tree line shooting at their men, there was quite a lot, or it felt like it being so close to the enemy. He took a deep breath before to both sides and making sure he could see their people at the machine gun before taking another deep breath hoping that this wasn't going to end up as their own certain death. ”Feuer frei!” He cried out before the rifles started to sound and shortly after the machine gun clearly taking their enemy by surprise.

I had to read over this carefully to separate the speech from the thoughts. If you preview your post before hitting 'Post reply' and read through it I'm sure you'll be able to pick up on any little mistakes or slip ups.

Other then that, rock on dude and keep writing.

-=[SeeJay]=-

[Friedrich Falkenbëck]

(ah that mistake... i deeply apology on that part... and i am glad to get some tips and hints... and yes i should start proof reading so from now on i will =) thanks alot.

[PuNk! ™]

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