@Kurai Assassin

It was just another day on the borders. Dimitri had been placed on the borders of Ukraine with Germany and Romania in a small outpost of about 100 people. The day was quiet and boring and seemingly no germans in sight as the intelligence reports had said, again, it was all just a fabricated lie.

One of the other snipers in the base, Alexei Borovich, places a hand on Dimitri's shoulders and says in a rather dissapointed tone.

"It seems no germans are coming today either..." but before he spout another word, an explosion was heard nearby. "Wh..." but before Alexei could react, a sniper's bullet went right through the arm. Shortly after, the roars of bomber's engines were heard. The Germans were attacking.

The commander of the outpost Alexander Vorovich shouted. "Get off your asses, the krauts are attacking. Dimitri, leave that sniper and get yourself a machine gun to help us out properly!"

@Zetsuko

The soldiers were eager to fight, most likely because, Andor had been placed with the romanian troops at the start of Operation Munchen, a operation part of Operation Barbarossa to seize Bessarabia from the Russians. A lot of the soldiers there were romanian, then german, then the least in numbers of all, the hungarians.

Soon, the attack was ordered and the german-romanian-hungarian troops charged, aircrafts of the Luftwaffe flying overhead, already shooting and bombing the onground targets. Despite this, the russian forces held strong and one of the strongest oppositions was caused by a small machine gun nest that felled soldiers one after another, or the AT gun, which took down to relatively light romanian and german tanks with ease, either of these two had to be taken down... or at least the people operating them.

@Errant Son

For Pavlov, the attack had already begun a few hours ago, his outpost, in the south of Lithuania had been under heavy attack from the germans for quite a while now and despite the brave resistance of the soldiers there, the numbers of the soviet forces were dropping quickly, most likely thanks to all the suicide counter-charges ordered by lieutenant Boris Doftoski at the german forces.

The germans wer encroaching inside the outpost and on Pavlov's position. Right now, he was next to Boris, but that doesn't mean he couldn't retreat, after all, if he survived he could fight another day. As he thought his decision, the first German entered the outpost and aimed his rifle at his commander leaving Pavlov only a split second to decide whether he'd stay and fight, or run away and live for another day.

@Catchphrase

The day was silent on the outposts, and it was clear why, he had been placed on the front lines... on the front lines with Romania, not Germany and they weren't strong enough to face Mother Russia's might on their own and with the officer in command in being rather lenient, Roman was still allowed to play the violin to cheer up the soldiers there in case they got bored or anything.

A fellow soldier, Fyodor Gustavich approached Roman, who had been placed to be on guard in case of an attack. He pulled out a cigarette and searched for a lighter or a match in his pockets, but found none. He smiled at Roman and asked "Do you have a light, comrade?" he asked, however, before Roman could even speak an explosion was heard very close to the outpost and a split second later, a piece of shrapnel flew right in Fyodor's chest and another one just barely went past Roman's head.

Only a few seconds later, shouts were heard and before he could even react, he saw hundreds of soldiers charging towards his positions, while quite a few of them were Romanian troops, many more of them were german soldiers, charging alongside them. A full blown attack had started.

(For the rest of the characters, the german soldiers(all have joined Frengo's grenadierskompanie) will be GM-ed by Frengo, as such, he will decide how you all start!)

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“Davai, davai! Move forwards!” a coarse voice yelled, coming from next to Pavlov. It was the local commander who'd been put in charge of Lithuania's defenses. They'd been sending wave after wave of soldiers to stop the incoming Germans, to no avail. It'd been almost two hours now, the communication lines had been mostly cut off and all they could do was hope to survive. Pavlov had been lucky, and was selected by random choices to guard the outpost. If you could call this place an outpost.. they'd taken up position in a nearby farmstead and ordered the Lithuanian farmer to abandon his farm. He was happy to oblige - soldiers meant bad news, and the Germans weren't known for their kindness when it came to conquering lands. He packed his bags, got his family together, and headed east with his horse and carriage - to Russia, whom he thought would protect him.

Poor man. Upon arrival he'd be pressed into the army, and likely would be sent right back here, to this very spot, to fight for his own homestead.

The farm was turned into a 'fort' overnight. That's what commander Boris had called it. In reality it was little more than furniture thrown onto a heap to make a barricade, and then some sandbags that were placed in an amateurish fashion. They'd begun a trench, but the attack had occurred in the middle of digging it. Inside the barn were the sleeping quarters, and inside the main house there was the command post of commander Boris. There was little more than a bed, a table and some chairs for him to work at. It was little deserving of the title command post.

While commander Boris, in his unknowingness, was yelling for more men to move forward, it became apparent to those that were ordered to stay behind that there were no more men to send forwards. Pavlov approached the commander and spoke up. “Commander Doftoski, your excellence, there are no more troops to send forwards, sir. Perhaps it is wise we retre-” The commander smacked down his fist angrily. “WHAT DO YOU SAY? ONLY COWARDS RETREAT. WE, THE SOVIET UNION, ALWAYS MOVES FORWARDS.”

It was at that moment that a German soldier appeared in the doorway, holding up his rifle and aiming it at the commander. “YOUR EXCELLENCE!” Pavlov yelled while he took aim with his Mosin nagant and fired at the German. The dull ping! sounded, as the bullet penetrated the mans helmet and forced him to fall back and breathe his last breath. But he had managed to fire - the German soldier had managed to fire.

Pavlov's head pivoted on his neck as he looked at the commander. “Commander, are you alright?!” he yelled with a disturbed voice. It was evident that he was shaken from the events that had just taken place. Only 19, and already pushed into battle. “If you are wounded we must retreat to the fall back position. I'm sure that they can patch you up there!” He reloaded his Mosin nagant, putting a new bullet into the chamber by pulling back the bolt which required a surprising amount of strength. He kept his eyes about him as he waited for a reply from the commander. If there was one German, there would be more nearby.

"No!" lieutenant Boris shouts. "Mother Russia must be protected at all costs!" He shouts, retrieving one of the rifles. "Fight, you dogs!" He orders his men. "Or would you rather have the German dogs rape our lands and women?!"

The orders however, fell on deaf ears as the morale had fallen severely. Seeing that now the German Artillery had begun firing upon their positions didn't make it any better and the remaining Russian soldiers started to retreat... or rather run, through the back of the house.

"Private Pavlov, it seems you and I will be the only ones dying for Mother Russia and Comrade Stalin today!" He shouts aiming his rifle at towards the entrance of the house, waiting for another soldier to enter the building.

Yet again, the choice remained to Pavlov, run with the other soldiers, or stay and fight and risk being captured by the Germans, or worse, die at their hands.

Dimitri watched as his fallen comrade slowly bled to death, the bullet had hit an Artery there was no saving him. "Commander, the gunner position is too exposed. surely we will die here with this in the open" he cocked the heavy machine gun at the bottom of his snipers nest and began to fire into the wave of nazi scum coming over the horizon.

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Character: Hauptmann Moritz Greiter
Location: South West of Choroszcz
With: @DiZL ReloadeD@Kurai Assassin@MrMinerGuy142@Zetsuko

Moritz flinched as the AT round slammed into the turret of his panzer. It was a good hit, one that should have tore through the metal and eaten away at everything below his chest. As luck would have it however, the AT round merely ricocheted off the sloped metal, and exploded harmlessly in a nearby field.

"And that was the first time I died," he murmured to himself quietly.

Over the roar of tank engines, sporadic machinegun fire, and the distant thump of Russian anti-air guns, Moritz had been unable to gauge the direction of his attacker. Though as he fiddled for his binoculars, another AT round streaked across the open space between his panzer platoon and the houses that formed the southern extremities of Choroszcz. The projectile went wide, and exploded somewhere far behind the idle panzers.

He scanned the houses with his binoculars, until they swept over an isolated farm building to the north. Smoke was rapidly dissipating from the front of a barn, and a vague outline of bodies fussed over an even vaguer outline of a gun. Moritz quickly deducted the weapon to be a 45mm light anti-tank gun - it could make his life, and the lives of his fellow tankers, Hell if it managed to hit them in the sides. The barn gave the Russians a complete firing arc over the fields that stood ahead of the line of houses - it would need to be neutralised before the company could continue to advance.

Ducking back into the copula, Moritz reached for the radio. "This is Hauptmann Greiter. We have an enemy gun in the farm buildings in the north of our AO. The panzer platoon and Oberleutnant Adalhard will provide covering fire; panzergrenadier platoon A will move in and secure anything we miss. Leutnant Jager, use your mortars to douse the farm in smoke - I need cover like it was yesterday!"

The five Panzer IIIs slowly manoeuvred their mass into position facing the farm buildings - a thousand or so yards away - and fired a volley of HE rounds. The shells hit the structures haphazardly, missing the barn but sending Russians scattering for cover.

The 45mm AT gun fired back at them, knocking the tracks off of Leutnant Heisenberg's panzer. The vehicle lurched forwards slightly, but ground to a halt in the mud of the field. Unfortunately, it ended up with its left side facing the direction of the barn.

"Heisenberg, get your men out of there and get to the rear," Mortiz's voice grated over the radio. Then he tuned the frequency to the 9th Army's forward logistics base in his sector."This is Hauptmann Greiter of Panzergrenadierkompanie B, requesting track repair for a Panzer III. Coordinates 0432-521."

The four operational panzers shook as they fired another salvo, which had less effect than the first.

Standing in his Sd.Kfz. 250/3 command vehicle, Rudolf watched Hauptmann Greiters offense from affar as they advanced across the fields. It was a bold decision to move out without any infantry cover. The russians weren't really prepared for this sudden assault, but he still had a bad feeling. This feeling proved itself true as soon as Hauptmann Greiter and his tanks came under enemy fire from the barn. Moments later the radio operator in his halftrack received Greiters message. Rudolf ordered the operator to hand him over the radio. "Panzergrenadier platoon A, Affirmative! We will beginn our assault. Out!"

With a gesture of his hand he ordered the Squad leaders to regroup on him to issue his orders. Said squad leaders jumped off their halftracks and gathered at the right side of the Hauptmanns command vehicle. "Listen up soldiers, I am going to be brief because we need to move out now. Hauptmann Greiters tank came under enemy Anti-Tank fire as they advanced across the field from the barn." he said as he pointed at the barn in the distance before he continued "Our main objective is to take over the barn and eliminate the russian AT guns who are pinning down Hauptmann Greiter and his tanks. Following this, you have exactly 3 minutes to inform your men and let them dismount the halftracks. Dismissed!"

As the briefing was over the squad leaders hurried to their squads to carry out their orders. The soldiers were getting off the halftracks and into an extended formation to keep casualties to the russian support weapons low. After 3 minutes Rudolf and his men commenced their assault on the barn. The engines of the halftracks roared as they moved onwards. The russians seemed to be quite busy with Hauptmann Greiters tanks, it took them quite a while until they noticed the incoming panzergrenadier platoon.

Hauptmann Rudolf moved in the centre of the formation, closing in on the barn with his men. "Enemy Contact!" a soldier shouted as several russian soldiers opened fire from windows and improvised cover. The grenadiers and halftracks immediately returned fire.

Karl heard the command from Greiter and readied his troops. "Support platoon, place mortars." the entire platoon placed their mortars down in a line. "Support platoon, dial in on the barn near Hauptmann Greiters Panzer" you could hear the mortar teams crank the wheel on the mortars until they dialled in on the barn. "Ok, Load Smoke rounds, Ready. FIRE" the smoke rounds landed just infront of the barns near Greiter. "Hauptmann Greiter you smoke curtain has arrived. i will begin sending my MG34 teams up to you to lay down suppressive fire"

Sitting in the back of the humming halftrack, Joakim couldn't help but feel uneasy at the sounds that occured, far away yet so close by. He was humming to himself, an old song he knew of. He looked at the karabiner 98k between his legs before looking up at the man across from him. It was Claus, a man whom he had no idea of how he got to be a panzergrenadier. Yet here he was. He wasn't exactly a hero, but any man that can shoot a gun can hit with that gun, therefore he was an addition to the team. Softly, Joakim continued humming to himself.

Wir woll´n zum Sturme gehen,
Frei nach Landsknechtsart,
Laßt den verlor´nen Haufen,
Voran zum Sturme laufen,
Wir folgen dicht geschart.

And that much was true. Joakim wanted to storm - a position, a settlement, a village if he had to. He'd follow the commander anywhere, and walk in front, the vanguard, the first into the battle. Hurrah!

It seemed like God had heard his pleas, and the radio crackled. Joakim couldn't make out what was being said between the loud engine noises and the explosions nearby. 3 minutes... inform your men.. dismissed! That's all he could make out. The squad leader soon clarified, ordering to get out of the halftrack and spread out. “Jawohl herr Unteroffizier!” Joakim answered, before dismounting from the halftrack and spreading out to the right side. They approached the farmhouse and went a good while without being noticed at all.

Suddenly they started receiving fire from the dug in position around the farm. Immediately Joakim's veterancy kicked in and he dropped to the ground, to avoid any fire coming his way. To his left a man who was too slow to lay down got shot, a bullet penetrating his chest. It was unfortunate but there was nothing Joakim could do while they were under fire.

He pulled back the bolt and took aim as best as he could, aiming for a window from where there was enemy fire. Slowly he squeezed the trigger and the gun fired, though from this distance it was hard to shoot accurately even with some training, and the darkness inside the building made it near impossible to see what was going on.

Joakim pulled back the bolt again to load another bullet and looked left and right in search of the officer. “Herr unteroffizier,” he yelled as loud as he could. “We need to flank that position or we'll be sitting out here all day!”

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Meanwhile in Lithuania, Pavlov was standing in the farmstead with the commander. The rest of the soldiers had turned and ran away as quick as they could. The commander said something about them being the only ones to die for Stalin and the Motherland, but Pavlov had other ideas. “Sorry sir, but I intend to run to fight another day!” he said as he quickly left the building through the back and followed the rest of the soldiers. He was unsure where they were headed, but it was better than staying there and being captured by those fascists.

The forward operating base was bustling with movement. Trucks were coming in from the West and heading out to the East, many pairs of men were constantly lugging crates full of artillery rounds, and several Panzers lied dormant, lined up to be serviced. Meanwhile, in the communications center, the commanding officer of the operation, Major Erik Tan, sat in the center of a room full of radios, receivers, and operators. Only minutes in since the shelling began, one RTO calls the Major.

"Herr Major, one of Hauptmann Greiter has been immobilized, they request a repair team," he relayed.

Erik looked at the large map on the wall, it was covered in routes and lines of supply, but there was no real way for a Pioneer Opel to get to where the tank was, especially with the ongoing combat. "Tell the Hauptmann that a Pioneer team is inbound and to protect them," he ordered, "we need their skills to last the whole offensive."

"Jawohl, Herr Major," he said as he spun around to relay the information,@Frengo "Herr Hauptmann, a Pioneer team is inbound to assist, though Herr Major requests their safety be a priority."

Meanwhile, Erik heads outside and summons Sergeant Abeln of Pioneer Battalion 223. "I need you to gather a team and head to this skirmish," he says as he points at his map, "One of our Panzers has been immobilized and requires assistance. Be careful though, the position is exposed and your team could be at risk. You Pioneers are more important than one Panzer."

Sgt. Abeln silently salutes and grabs two fellow grunts who were working on the dormant Panzers as he runs out of the base, heavy repair equipment in tow. "It should only take minutes for them to get there, that should be all they need," Erik thought as he went towards the line of Panzers to check up on the progress...

Andor was way ahead of the charge, He and his partner were some of the snipers that had gone ahead to get into firing positions before the charge began. They had crawled the night before across the soon-to-be battlefield until they found a good enough position, one that wouldn't be to easy to spot but still gave them a good line of sight, it was off to the side enough that the wouldn't get his by stray artillery either. once they had settled in they spent a good few hours just waiting for the charge.

Even when the troops were advancing they waited, it was not until the guns were blazing that Levente began to fire so that his shots were masked among the conflict. Between the two hardpoints of the defence he chose to eliminate the AT gun, rationalizing that the machine gun post wouldn't stand a change if the tanks could make it, and scoped in on it's crew and taking a few shots.

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Oberleutenant Hanz Had been atop his tank when the shell hit Greiter's tank, he quickly went back down into his Command tank and closed the hatch, Awaiting the Hauptmann's orders. "Verstanden" a few orders later the four StuG III's in his platoon were taking up positions just behind Greiter's line of tanks. The StuG's frontal armor was having an easier time dealing with the AT shells, one glancing off the armor of Henrik's tank and flying off behind them, and their weapons sounded with their own barrage of shells, at least one of them must have clipped the roof of the farmhouse seeing at it exploded, if anyone was in the attic...well, they weren't anymore.

When a shell hit one of Greiter's tanks and caused it to veer right it almost took a hit from Maximilian's StuG, with Max only just managing to stop his gunner from firing. while Max moved his tank to get a firing line again Hanz brought up his Panzer IV, firing on the farm to provide cover for both his man and Greiter's crew.

As soon as the explosions started, Roman dropped his violin and went for his gun. As soon as he grasped it, he got behind cover and aimed his gun at the approaching Axis forces. He saw Seargeant Nebakov get into cover next to him, "Fire at will Comrades!" Nebakov shouted, "Don't let the swine through the perimeter, FOR THE MOTHERLAND! URA!" The responding shout of "URA" was heard by all, and was shouted by all those paying attention. Roman aimed down the sights of his gun and squeezed the trigger in short controlled bursts.

@Kurai Assassin

As he fired the machine gun, he had killed about seven Germans, however they kept coming in waves, some of them even began to fire on his positions, though they were either poorly trained or didn't want to hit Dimitri as the bullets went past him. Even so, a bullet would soon hit him if he wouldn't move.

And seconds later artillery shells started to hit the surroundings, it wouldn't be long until their positions would be destroyed and to add to it, bombers were seem in the distance, they would arrive here soon.

@Errant Son

As Pavlov exited the building, he could see several German bombers heading towards the farm, they would most likely bomb this place to dust. Brief shooting is heard in the farm before commander Boris is most likely taken down.

Only minutes later, he encounters several Russian army trucks loaded with soldiers, most of them wounded, the few ones that weren't wounded were clearly demoralized. They had yet to notice Pavlov.

@Zetsuko

And each shot took down one man down, alas, the AT gun had managed to take down a tank before it's crew was killed by Andor. The machine gun mowed down about a dozen soldiers before one of the tanks fired it's main gun at it and blew it up.

With the only two spots of resistance destroyed, the German forces were now entering the Russian outpost and started to overwhelm the troops there.

A truck arrives close to Levente, the driver signaling the troops to enter the truck as they had to move quickly if the Blitz was to succeed.

@Catchphrase

At first, the combined machine gun fire and regular shots from the soldiers seemed to keep the enemy at bay as wave after wave of enemy forces were taken down. However, the artillery fire soon starts to tear down the walls of the outpost apart, killing men as well. A shrapnel hits Sergeant Nebakov in arm, yet even so he drops his rifle and begins shooting with his pistol furiously.

However, judging from the look of things, the outpost will be soon overwhelmed, a retreat would yield lower losses for the Russians.

(I'll leave this one here, but do not introduce new character or control them, that's the GM's job, ok Catchphrase?)

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Character: Hauptmann Moritz Greiter
Location: South West of Choroszcz
With: @DiZL ReloadeD@Kurai Assassin@MrMinerGuy142@Errant Son@Zetsuko

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Moritz grimaced as Rudolf's mechanised infantry made their attack on the farm - and came face to face with dogged Russian resistance. Leutnant Jager's mortars had dropped smoke shells all over the area, masking the furious close-quaters melee as it began to escalate. The infantry would be on their own for now, and would need to rely on their superior skill at arms to prevail against the Russians guarding the farm.

Unfortunately, good German men, young men with otherwise bright futures, would die. War was never without casualties. Moritz could only hope that Rudolph could break the defenders quickly, with minimal losses.

On the plus side, the anti-tank fire had ceased, and now the way was clear for Moritz to launch his much anticipated attack. He intended to drive a path through the fields, and into the town, before allowing the panzergrenadiers to catch him up for the final assault.

"Oberleutnant Adalhard," Moritz spoke into his radio piece, but looked across the way at the Oberleutnant's Panzer IV as if addressing him directly. For a moment, he envied the man - the Panzer IV was a superior vehicle, but it was short in supply. "Deploy on the southern flank, follow me at a crawl, and watch out for enemy armour. If anything comes at us, I want it lit up before it can get around my flank. Do not advance into the town, though, no matter what happens."

The Panzers flared to life, unable to shoot any more salvoes towards the barn without risking friendly casualties. Their petrol engines roared and rumbled, and soon they were embarking on a modest jog in the direction of the town. The smoke-choked battle for the barn raged on their left, and with Oberleutnant Adalhard on their right, the Panzer Platoon would follow a clear channel through the middle of the AO.

Moritz dared to open his hatch, for a better view of things. The battle was under way now, and an explosive chorus of small arms fire was breaking out across the entire front. A bullet snapped against his turret, and he ducked back down for a few seconds, before trying his luck again.

The town ahead was partially obscured by a thin wall of trees and bushes, but Moritz could clearly see the array of muzzle flashes pulsing from every window and door of the houses directly in-front. The Russians were in a panic, and were firing at anything and everything - paying little regard for the effectiveness of their weapons at such ranges.

"Platoon, chamber two rounds of H.E at them," Moritz said, and thirty seconds later, the four panzers burped a volley towards the houses. Firing ceased from the Russian side briefly, but soon picked up its pace again. "Oberleutnant Adalhard, add your StuGs to this-"

Moritz was cut off as something exploded to his left, sending a wave of heat washing over him, and the sickly smell of burning oil - and something worse. He looked over, half in a daze, and saw that Weinstein's panzer had been reduced to a flaming wreck. It didn't take the Hauptmann long to find out what had happened.

An whole platoon of T-26's - Russian tanks, with 45mm guns - burst from the trees in front of the houses. They'd obviously been well hidden in the foliage, and had remained so until their commander decided it time to strike. They surged forwards, firing at the panzers; most shots went wide, and the rest proved ineffective. The 45mm was capable of putting down a Panzer III, but it took some skill to hit the right part of their armour, and these Russian tankers were mere children compared to the likes of Moritz.

"All, load AT and engage at will," Moritz said, clambering back down the hatch just as a spatter of bullets slammed against it. He fumbled for his radio. "Oberleutnant Adalhard, load AT and assist us with the enemy armour!" He then changed the frequency to the company's support weapons platoon. "Jager, start dropping H.E onto the town. I want those Russian dogs staying in cover whilst we deal with their armour. Bring your machine gun teams up, deploy them in line with our tanks and start hammering anything that moves. I want total suppression and maximum fire superiority."

The russians seemed really desperate, they threw everything they had at their hands at Rudolf and his unit. Although the russians managed to catch them by surprise, it was clear that these soldiers were unexperienced. “Herr unteroffizier, we need to flank that position or we'll be sitting out here all day!” a close by soldier yelled. It wasn't addressed to him, but the soldier was right, they had to take them down somehow.

Much to Rudolfs luck, Leutnant Jagers men had started their smoke barrage with their mortars to cover their assault. They took the russians sight, it was the moment to strike. You, you, you and you. On me! Rudolf commanded and beckoned four soldiers over (@Errant Son). "Vorwärts! Attack! Let's show these amateurs how real soldiers fight!" Rudolf yelled. Motivated by the Hauptmanns words, the Soldiers rushed towards the barn. The entranched russians already suffered heavy casualties from Greiters and Hanzs bombardement. They were merely cleaning up what was left.

He turned to the four men who grouped up behind him. "You four follow me, let's clean this place up!" he said before he stood up and charged forwads with his MP40 at the ready. Rudolf shot two russian soldiers down before getting in position besides one of the barns doors. "I will quickly open the door and you throw in a grenade, after it's blown up we split up und eliminate every russian who is still alive. No need to risk anything. Got it?" Rudolf said to Joakim. He slowly counted down to zero before he opened up door.

Levente watched the assault overwhelm the Russian line through his scope, picking off the occasional Russian soldier, until they began to move past the line and a truck arrived to pick up the soldier to keep up with the main force, after a quick whistle to his partner to make sure he was coming along Levente climbed into the back of the truck.

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"Jawohl, Kommandeur" Hanz responded into his radio "Get us on the right flank" The StuGs turned to roll to the right side of the advance and formed a line with the rightmost tank slightly back and Hanz's own tank just behind them. When the Soviet tanks came out and attacked Moritz's platoon he was quick to take advantage of their focus, ordering his StuGs to switch to AT at almost the same time Moritz's requested assistance. The volley from Hanz's platoon was a devastating to the Russians, they caught the sides of the T-26s two shells took out one entirely, one was disable, and at least one had lost it's main gun. Unfortunately this got most of the Russian armor to turn on him as his StuGs were a bigger threat. They received an intense volley in return, most of the Damage was avoided thanks to the StuG's frontal armor but Geoff took a hit to his track, immobilizing his tank but he luckily stopped in a position the allowed him to continue firing on the enemy.

Dimitri
As the machine gun ran dry Dimitri hit the deck just in time to see the Rocket from a Panzerschreck to fly over his head and hit the building behind. many of his russian comrades ran out screaming as flames engulfed them. With no CO's left alive, as far as he could tell, Dimitri made the tactical decision to run and live for another day. "COMRADES, IF YOU WISH TO LIVE TO FIGHT ANOTHER DAY WE MUST RUN FROM THE GERMAN DOGS. GET TO THE FAR BUILDINGS. WE NEED TO TAKE COVER AND HOLD THEM OFF."

@Zetsuko

His partner shot one last time before rising from his position and nodding to Levente. He slowly got in the truck next to Levente and awaited for the driver to follow the rest of the soldiers. The atmosphere in the truck quickly became tense as half the soldiers inside were romanian and they weren't all that pleased with Hungary taking a chunk of their territory in 1940. They all glared at Levente and his partner, also hungarian of birth. The two german soldiers inside the truck could sense the tension, but chose to ignore it as they talked among themselves.

One of the soldiers looked at Levente and spoke. "I bet you feel real well about yourself!" the soldier said, glaring at him. "You barely send any soldiers to the front and you get territory while we give it our all and you guys send a couple of soldiers and claim to help us!" The soldier barred his fist.

Outside, the battle had just ended and the remaining russian soldiers were being gathered up and loaded into trucks. Most likely to be sent to a POW camp. Most of the soldiers in the camps complained that they wouldn't be able to fight and crush the Russians, however a few of them were breathing a sigh of relief as they didn't have to fight anymore.

Lieutenant Karl Jarger's face turned into a huge smile as the orders came through to completely obliterate the Russians with HE rounds. "MORTAR TEAMS, RAIN HELL FROM THE SKIES ONTO THE RUSSIAN DOGS." The thumping of the Mortar teams firing was a mighty cry that would have been a sight that even the Fuhrer would have shed a tear to. "Sargent, you and your men follow me. were going to give Greiter a hand with the Filth in the village." He grabbed his own MG34 and crew and began to move uptowards the Tanks "KEEP FIRING THOSE MORTARS, DONT STOP UNTIL THE TOWN IS GLASS"

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Character: Hauptmann Moritz Greiter
Location: South West of Choroszcz
With: @Kurai Assassin@MrMinerGuy142@Zetsuko

Moritz punched the nearest hard surface in elation, as Adalhard's StuGs put two of the T-26s out of action, and severely damaged a third. Eying the destruction from the stuffy confines of the observer port, Moritz listened as his crew shouldered another AT round, and waited anxiously for the end result of their actions.

THRUMP.

The Panzer III shook violently as its main gun sent an 3.7 cm AT shell barrelling towards the sole surviving T-26. It was a hit, a wonderful hit, and the Russian tank exploded into flames - its obsolete armour unable to hinder the projectile. Moritz slumped backwards, even as automatic fire continued to ping off the metal just a few inches away from his face.

"Thank God for that," he remarked, breathlessly. His crew roared their excitement, congratulating each other like school children who'd just excelled in an exam.

Like school children.

Moritz snapped back into focus, "that's enough comrades; this war isn't over yet, not by a long shot!" They quietened down, and went back to rigging up their weapon for another shot - but there were no more targets. The Russian tanks had been destroyed, or driven off. Now the way was clear.

Peering back from the observation slit, Moritz could see the houses beyond the line of trees being stricken by a hap-hazard array of explosions. It seemed that Jager had gotten himself into the fight with his mortars.

Moritz tuned his radio to the Logistics Attachment, "Second request from Panzergrenadierkompanie B. We've a StuG without tracks; requesting an additional team to deal with that, ASAP." And then he tuned into the company frequency. "This is Greiter; Russian counter attack broken, well done to all concerned. Adalhard, we'll advance on the town directly but cautiously - shoot anything and everything, but watch your flank. We'll stop when we get to the trees, I don't want to risk any more of our panzers by venturing further. Good job, by the way."

With that, Moritz gave the order to his tankers, and the three remaining Panzer IIIs started a slow crawl towards the town. They would stop periodically, to fire a barrage of HE at enemy positions, as well as bursts from their machineguns.

Levente relaxed in his seat on the truck as is drove to the next place it would stop to let the troops off. When the Romanian soldier spoke he could sense the tension in his voice, not that it mattered to him, he intentionally ignored the second part of what the soldier said and responded with "you know I do feel pretty good right now, Grand in fact"

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Hanz, along with some of the crew of his Panzer, cheered as the Russian tanks were wiped out. "Ja, Thank you Kommandeur, Congratulations yourself on not dying, I've seen a lot of tanks lost to ambushes like that" He commanded his three active STuGs to move up and start hitting the town. He noticed the T-26 that had been damaged by his STuGs then, disabled but not destroyed. He had his driver bring his Panzer next to Geoff's STuG, popping up out of the hatch now that the combat had moved on a bit he called over "Geoff, Leave one of your men to tend to the STuG, bring the rest and come with me" a short moment later Geoff and two of his crew were on the back of his tank as the rode toward the damaged T-26. Once by it he had them hop off and directed them to the Russian tank "See if it's clear and if we can salvage it, direct the engineers to it after they deal with your STuG if we can. These things did some damage to our tanks, let's see if we can't use them to the same effect" with Geoff's men checking the T-26 he had his Panzer move to rejoin the advance.