A truck of medical supplies and doctors are enlisted to assist the villagers, meanwhile the Commandos do their best to apply basic first aid to their comrade as well as the villagers. In this time it becomes painfully evident that there is a huge language gap, their otherworlders speak a tongue unlike any back home, and this makes the rescue process more of a hassle. The women and children refuse to come up from under the the cart, yelling, screaming and punching at your men. To make it worse the only witnesses to your heroism are in severe shock and can't get out any coherent statements.
The women and children are afraid and it breaks your hearts to see them in this state. The SS don't know what to do with themselves and their are grumbles to just leave them. However you have something they don't have, a kind heart. You gather your resolve, and using your immense strength heft the formidable cart over from them. At first they are reistant, convinced this is their end, that is until they look up. Your warm smile washes over them, your broad shoulders telling them they are safe. You are not their enemies, and now they understand. You hold out a hand to a woman and her child and they take it. Your SS help you gently lay down the cart and clear the villagers.
They look around at your victory, at the raiding party that came upon them. Some have tears on their eyes but a few are steely resolved. Some children opt to cling to your coat tail.
Soon the trucks arrive with bandages and medicine, they treat the villagers, the two brave men that held off the beasts where a young teen probably in 14 or so. The other just a bit older, around 18. In all you have 4 women (3 fairly young with an elder) as well as 5 young kids (4 girls and a boy) no more than 6 years old. They are hesitant to board the trucks at first but you reassure their safety.
The surgeon, one Dr. Fritz, approaches you.
"Ve have treated them, and the boy that had his shoulder smashed is stabilized. The vemen and children are fine, physically at least." He pulls you to the side and whispers, "And while I admire your good vill sir, we cannot afford to be sparing with our medical supplies if we are to last another month before reinforcements. As it is we only bought, under your orders, I might add, the bare essentials."
His face is hot, he clearly isn't used to speaking up to his superiors but the scarcity of your medical supplies are worrying to the Head Medical Officer.
The villager comes up to you up to you, he bows on he's knees to you. He clearly respects you, and would go as far and say worships your men. He goes on to talking on what you assume to be the battle. He pantomimes and imitates your guns, even the younger children join in, they speak quick and excitedly, before the women chide them.
Response? How treat villagers?
>They don't speak German
>You doubt they're literate even in their own tongue
>You have linguist though
>Also further orders
The women and children are afraid and it breaks your hearts to see them in this state. The SS don't know what to do with themselves and their are grumbles to just leave them. However you have something they don't have, a kind heart. You gather your resolve, and using your immense strength heft the formidable cart over from them. At first they are reistant, convinced this is their end, that is until they look up. Your warm smile washes over them, your broad shoulders telling them they are safe. You are not their enemies, and now they understand. You hold out a hand to a woman and her child and they take it. Your SS help you gently lay down the cart and clear the villagers.
They look around at your victory, at the raiding party that came upon them. Some have tears on their eyes but a few are steely resolved. Some children opt to cling to your coat tail.
Soon the trucks arrive with bandages and medicine, they treat the villagers, the two brave men that held off the beasts where a young teen probably in 14 or so. The other just a bit older, around 18. In all you have 4 women (3 fairly young with an elder) as well as 5 young kids (4 girls and a boy) no more than 6 years old. They are hesitant to board the trucks at first but you reassure their safety.
The surgeon, one Dr. Fritz, approaches you.
"Ve have treated them, and the boy that had his shoulder smashed is stabilized. The vemen and children are fine, physically at least." He pulls you to the side and whispers, "And while I admire your good vill sir, we cannot afford to be sparing with our medical supplies if we are to last another month before reinforcements. As it is we only bought, under your orders, I might add, the bare essentials."
His face is hot, he clearly isn't used to speaking up to his superiors but the scarcity of your medical supplies are worrying to the Head Medical Officer.
The villager comes up to you up to you, he bows on he's knees to you. He clearly respects you, and would go as far and say worships your men. He goes on to talking on what you assume to be the battle. He pantomimes and imitates your guns, even the younger children join in, they speak quick and excitedly, before the women chide them.
Response? How treat villagers?
>They don't speak German
>You doubt they're literate even in their own tongue
>You have linguist though
>Also further orders
