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Goblin...here it is...2nd Try..
Sorry but after my force selection and placement...it didn't show me the visibility or weather....it just cut back to the main list screen.
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Now witness the power of this fully armed and operational.... 76.2mm Howitzer Battery!
Ok, twice now I picked a half moon night battle, and twice it generates a sight range of 50+!:mad: Weather is crystal clear. It must be horrendously cold out....
Our troops shuffle forward, shoulders hunched against a Soviet rocket barrage, as our Battalion artillery bombards the Soviet front (KUDOS TO LEO for getting rid of artillery 'scouting'!). The dim CRUMP! CRUMP! CRUMP! sounds of the rounds hitting over a kilometer away echo thru the cold night air, giving heart to the troops.
Morale is high, despite the setbacks in recent months, and the elite SS troopers crunch their way thru the snow, fueled by the hot meal the cooks had managed. There is a slight rattle and jingle of equipment, and occasionally a low curse as someone trips despite the bright night.
The MG42 seems lighter in my hands tonight. Perhaps it is the chance to get some revenge for Karl's death, only a week ago. Why he had went out for the Panzers, I will never understand. Mother will be crushed, if she yet lived.
Sergeant Rittenhaus mutters a command, and the point corrects his course slightly. Glancing up, I can actually see the Communist rockets as they arch towards our men. I have been under a barrage before, and pity the men caught there. I swing the machinegun to my other shoulder, and march onwards...
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Ok, twice now I picked a half moon night battle, and twice it generates a sight range of 50+!:mad: Weather is crystal clear. It must be horrendously cold out....
Our troops shuffle forward, shoulders hunched against a Soviet rocket barrage, as our Battalion artillery bombards the Soviet front (KUDOS TO LEO for getting rid of artillery 'scouting'!). The dim CRUMP! CRUMP! CRUMP! sounds of the rounds hitting over a kilometer away echo thru the cold night air, giving heart to the troops.
Morale is high, despite the setbacks in recent months, and the elite SS troopers crunch their way thru the snow, fueled by the hot meal the cooks had managed. There is a slight rattle and jingle of equipment, and occasionally a low curse as someone trips despite the bright night.
The MG42 seems lighter in my hands tonight. Perhaps it is the chance to get some revenge for Karl's death, only a week ago. Why he had went out for the Panzers, I will never understand. Mother will be crushed, if she yet lived.
Sergeant Rittenhaus mutters a command, and the point corrects his course slightly. Glancing up, I can actually see the Communist rockets as they arch towards our men. I have been under a barrage before, and pity the men caught there. I swing the machinegun to my other shoulder, and march onwards...
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So it Begins...
Our Colonel stands upon the deck of one of our T-34's and looks out into the blackness of the bitter cold night. After a second or two he looks at his watch and then turns his head towards the east.
Within seconds we hear it...the screaming whistle of a rocket barrage as it soars over our heads towards the Germanski lines. Like fire-flies speeding through the night sky we watch as hundreds of points of flame appear overhead and then arch downwards towards earth. The end of their trail errupts in brillant flashes of light beyond the treeline...billowing clouds of smoke and fire roll up into the air and then fade into the darkness. Then comes the rolling sound of the blasts...like distant thunder.
The din has not even begun to fade before the Colonel yells out to us to mount up. Fritz is out there...looking to throw our advance off its timetable with one of his notorious and vicious counter-attacks. He fights hard...but our desire to free the motherland completely of the Hitlerites burns fierce in our hearts...and vengence will be ours for the crimes committed against our comrades!
As we move forward we see the skyline to the west flicker with light...counter-barrage!!! The incoming shells land mainly along the road leading to the nearby isba...errupting in a deafening roar and a brillant flash of light...that soars skyward along with tons of snow, soil and rock of Mother Russia.
As we roll forward we pass a small hut...on it's wall one of our soldiers (obviously a member of one of our scouting units) has scrawled a message:
"For Mother Russia! Death to the Invaders!"
Within seconds we hear it...the screaming whistle of a rocket barrage as it soars over our heads towards the Germanski lines. Like fire-flies speeding through the night sky we watch as hundreds of points of flame appear overhead and then arch downwards towards earth. The end of their trail errupts in brillant flashes of light beyond the treeline...billowing clouds of smoke and fire roll up into the air and then fade into the darkness. Then comes the rolling sound of the blasts...like distant thunder.
The din has not even begun to fade before the Colonel yells out to us to mount up. Fritz is out there...looking to throw our advance off its timetable with one of his notorious and vicious counter-attacks. He fights hard...but our desire to free the motherland completely of the Hitlerites burns fierce in our hearts...and vengence will be ours for the crimes committed against our comrades!
As we move forward we see the skyline to the west flicker with light...counter-barrage!!! The incoming shells land mainly along the road leading to the nearby isba...errupting in a deafening roar and a brillant flash of light...that soars skyward along with tons of snow, soil and rock of Mother Russia.
As we roll forward we pass a small hut...on it's wall one of our soldiers (obviously a member of one of our scouting units) has scrawled a message:
"For Mother Russia! Death to the Invaders!"
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Fascist Sighting!
We rumble on through the darkness, turrets swing from side to side as we pass gaps in the treelines...ever weary in case a Germanski tank or infantry unit should be waiting there in ambush.
The radio crackles with a report from a scouting unit...the isba seems empty except for one fascist motorcycle recon unit. The Colonel instructs the lead tank...#234 to head directly into town and scare off the intruder. I know the tank's commander well, Dmitiri Kasilev, an ex-farm boy from the Ukrainian town of Litynja...now a warrior of the Brave Red Army...who has seen action all the way from Stalingrad, through Kharkov and the inferno that was Kursk. He is old beyond his age of 22...like all of us.
We fan out from our column as Dmitiri takes his tank down the road and and over the small bridge into the center of the isba. We wait for the thunderslap crack of a German Pak or tank gun...surely Germanski is laying in wait. But instead, there is nothing.
Then, a few moments later, comes the call from our brave comrade..."Germanski recon unit sighted!" Just where our scouts said they were...in the north part of the isba. Within seconds there is a flash of light up ahead of us, followed by the thunderous crash of Dmitiri's 85mm gun...and almost instantly a thunderous explosion.
If the sight of a T-34 didn't scare the Germans enough...the first round did. Dmitiri radios that the enemy unit has fled behind some huts, but he is unsure how many of the fascists may have been killed by his shot. There is still too much dust and smoke milling about in the still, bitter night air...and only a half dozen small tongues of flame from burning debris on the ground where the shell hit. Far too little a source of light to make out a body count by.
The Colonel radios Dmitiri and asks if any Germanski armor has been spotted..."Nyet" comes the reply.
With that reply we then continue to roll on.
The radio crackles with a report from a scouting unit...the isba seems empty except for one fascist motorcycle recon unit. The Colonel instructs the lead tank...#234 to head directly into town and scare off the intruder. I know the tank's commander well, Dmitiri Kasilev, an ex-farm boy from the Ukrainian town of Litynja...now a warrior of the Brave Red Army...who has seen action all the way from Stalingrad, through Kharkov and the inferno that was Kursk. He is old beyond his age of 22...like all of us.
We fan out from our column as Dmitiri takes his tank down the road and and over the small bridge into the center of the isba. We wait for the thunderslap crack of a German Pak or tank gun...surely Germanski is laying in wait. But instead, there is nothing.
Then, a few moments later, comes the call from our brave comrade..."Germanski recon unit sighted!" Just where our scouts said they were...in the north part of the isba. Within seconds there is a flash of light up ahead of us, followed by the thunderous crash of Dmitiri's 85mm gun...and almost instantly a thunderous explosion.
If the sight of a T-34 didn't scare the Germans enough...the first round did. Dmitiri radios that the enemy unit has fled behind some huts, but he is unsure how many of the fascists may have been killed by his shot. There is still too much dust and smoke milling about in the still, bitter night air...and only a half dozen small tongues of flame from burning debris on the ground where the shell hit. Far too little a source of light to make out a body count by.
The Colonel radios Dmitiri and asks if any Germanski armor has been spotted..."Nyet" comes the reply.
With that reply we then continue to roll on.
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Three enemy armored vehicles have been spotted! Oh, for the days when we could spend so lavishly on killing machines. Our observers have spotted a SPAA gun, sold to the Communists by the Americans and mounting quad .50 guns. Also seen was a small but effective tank killer, and the dreaded T-34 with the horrible 85mm gun.
Our forward scouts are under fire! The sharp CRACKBOOM! of a Soviet tank round shatters the night, and from a small village ahead (their names blur together), a flash can be seen. Very distantly now we can hear the rumble and clank of armor. I take the '42 off my shoulder and recheck the action. All around me the men do the same.
Several of the new men look anxious! They haven't faced Soviet armor, or a massed wave attack before. They will soon learn. Let us see if they still believe what they have been taught as Youths when we make contact.
I glance around to make sure Michael and Erwin are nearby with the tripod and spare ammo. They, of course, are. I smile at the thought of revenge soon to come. Herman catches my smile as he pulls the spare barrels from his pack, keeping them ready, and he returns it with a carnivore's grin....
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Our forward scouts are under fire! The sharp CRACKBOOM! of a Soviet tank round shatters the night, and from a small village ahead (their names blur together), a flash can be seen. Very distantly now we can hear the rumble and clank of armor. I take the '42 off my shoulder and recheck the action. All around me the men do the same.
Several of the new men look anxious! They haven't faced Soviet armor, or a massed wave attack before. They will soon learn. Let us see if they still believe what they have been taught as Youths when we make contact.
I glance around to make sure Michael and Erwin are nearby with the tripod and spare ammo. They, of course, are. I smile at the thought of revenge soon to come. Herman catches my smile as he pulls the spare barrels from his pack, keeping them ready, and he returns it with a carnivore's grin....
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No Germanski units to be seen?
Our forces move forward toward the isba...but not en masse, less we fall prey to a Germanski artillery barrage.
Instead recon forces with some support move up to close with the enemy...we have learned our lessons well over the years.
The Colonel is concerned however at the lack of German response to our taking the isba...he senses that perhaps the Germanski commander is baiting us...we will be wary and try not to give them a chance to lash out at us.
Instead recon forces with some support move up to close with the enemy...we have learned our lessons well over the years.
The Colonel is concerned however at the lack of German response to our taking the isba...he senses that perhaps the Germanski commander is baiting us...we will be wary and try not to give them a chance to lash out at us.
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The lieutenant comes up to Sgt Rittenhaus and speaks in a low voice, gesturing towards the village ahead. Sgt Rittenhaus nods, and the lieutenant walks off, his staff close about him.
The Sgt signals, and the squad gathers round to hear as he speaks quietly. "Soviet recon troops are in the village ahead. First platoon is taking point for a probing attack on the town. Lt Goering has put 2nd squad on point."
The first ones in! An electric charge seems to run through me, and my blood runs cold at the thought. I can still hear the Soviet tanks out there. Cold steel waiting with hot death.
"Keep a sharp eye out. Deiter, take the point, lets move.", says the Sergeant.
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The Sgt signals, and the squad gathers round to hear as he speaks quietly. "Soviet recon troops are in the village ahead. First platoon is taking point for a probing attack on the town. Lt Goering has put 2nd squad on point."
The first ones in! An electric charge seems to run through me, and my blood runs cold at the thought. I can still hear the Soviet tanks out there. Cold steel waiting with hot death.
"Keep a sharp eye out. Deiter, take the point, lets move.", says the Sergeant.
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Death of the Germanski Recon Unit...
our forces continue to probe around the isba, searching for signs of the Germanski units....the infantry scouts move forward and soon the radio crackles with the first reports of enemy armor!
Our Colonel orders the supporting armor not to engage just yet...he still feels that this may not be the main assault. Instead he will rely on the stream of information our scouts have been providing...we will only engage once we know what the Hitlerlites are up to.
Dmitiri moves his tank to the position he has been ordered to cover...and as he does so a recon element nearby draws fire from the German motorcycle unit Dmitiri had flushed earlier. As our scouts hit the dirt and return fire...Dmitiri turns and engages against orders. Surely there is a Germanski panzer waiting for the chance to take a shot at him...but regardless he swings into action. One blast of his 85mm gun puts the German unit out of action...black smoke and flickering flames stretch towards the stars, the funeral pyre of the luckless Fascists.
Our Colonel orders the supporting armor not to engage just yet...he still feels that this may not be the main assault. Instead he will rely on the stream of information our scouts have been providing...we will only engage once we know what the Hitlerlites are up to.
Dmitiri moves his tank to the position he has been ordered to cover...and as he does so a recon element nearby draws fire from the German motorcycle unit Dmitiri had flushed earlier. As our scouts hit the dirt and return fire...Dmitiri turns and engages against orders. Surely there is a Germanski panzer waiting for the chance to take a shot at him...but regardless he swings into action. One blast of his 85mm gun puts the German unit out of action...black smoke and flickering flames stretch towards the stars, the funeral pyre of the luckless Fascists.
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The relative quiet of the night is shattered by the rattle of small arms fire! A Soviet tank joins the action, and Deiter points and yells, "Movement in that house ahead!". We hear several explosions, but do not see the flashes.
Michael has already slapped the tripod into positions, and I set the MG up with movements that could be performed in my sleep. I keep my eyes on the house as the rest of the squad begins firing. The crackle of MP44's fills the air, joined by my MG42's drawn out brrrrraaaaaaaappp!!
In between bursts, I hear another machinegun start firing nearby, one of ours again. Suddenly, there is a dull BONGBOOOOOM! in the woods north of us, and a horrendous fireball blossoms into the night. One of ours, I think to myself grimly as Herman and I change the barrel out.
I hear a seventy five fire, and then there is another explosion, smaller this time, where the sound came from. Another bright fire flares up near the first one. Curse it, another Panzer lost. I only saw two of them at the staging area. I hope there were more nearby.
We do have more Panzers after all! More seventy five's fire as I get the MG working again, spraying the house with short bursts. Impossible to tell if anything is hit, but there are some Soviets hugging ground right now. There! A violent explosion south of the town! A T34-85!
The awful screeching of artillery begins, shells going both ways as spotters call for fire. This night's grim work is just beginning.
Well, I lost the equivalent of my entire starting tank force (2 tanks, both PzIVH's) to a T34-85 who was firing at 22-25%, while I was firing at 65-75%. I did get him, but I see alot of enemy armor. There is no way my armor can win against them. If only it was less expensive...
I will try it with infantry, but it does not look good. Birdy, why haven't you taken the victory hexes?
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Michael has already slapped the tripod into positions, and I set the MG up with movements that could be performed in my sleep. I keep my eyes on the house as the rest of the squad begins firing. The crackle of MP44's fills the air, joined by my MG42's drawn out brrrrraaaaaaaappp!!
In between bursts, I hear another machinegun start firing nearby, one of ours again. Suddenly, there is a dull BONGBOOOOOM! in the woods north of us, and a horrendous fireball blossoms into the night. One of ours, I think to myself grimly as Herman and I change the barrel out.
I hear a seventy five fire, and then there is another explosion, smaller this time, where the sound came from. Another bright fire flares up near the first one. Curse it, another Panzer lost. I only saw two of them at the staging area. I hope there were more nearby.
We do have more Panzers after all! More seventy five's fire as I get the MG working again, spraying the house with short bursts. Impossible to tell if anything is hit, but there are some Soviets hugging ground right now. There! A violent explosion south of the town! A T34-85!
The awful screeching of artillery begins, shells going both ways as spotters call for fire. This night's grim work is just beginning.
Well, I lost the equivalent of my entire starting tank force (2 tanks, both PzIVH's) to a T34-85 who was firing at 22-25%, while I was firing at 65-75%. I did get him, but I see alot of enemy armor. There is no way my armor can win against them. If only it was less expensive...
I will try it with infantry, but it does not look good. Birdy, why haven't you taken the victory hexes?Goblin- A Goblin needs discount armor
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Emailing the turns is a hassle....
in my eyes...but you can if you wish. 
As for the VH's...If I take them...it might end the game too soon...and I want to savor this meeting of ours! hee hee hee
:p 
ps...stuck at work with the closing shift again...and floor cleaners to boot. so I won't get home until after 11 your time Goblin. I do have the weekend off though...
As for the VH's...If I take them...it might end the game too soon...and I want to savor this meeting of ours! hee hee hee
:p ps...stuck at work with the closing shift again...and floor cleaners to boot.
so I won't get home until after 11 your time Goblin. I do have the weekend off though...Thats ok. Take the hexes. If it ends the game, so be it, I do not have high hopes for this one anyways. I have to work tomorrow, so 11 is late, but I will check in tomorrow, so do the turn!
PS- I have to do like 3 more things when attaching a post than I do when emailing it. Am I doing something wrong? I usually click the files, hit 'zip and email', and I am done. The other way is big ones...
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PS- I have to do like 3 more things when attaching a post than I do when emailing it. Am I doing something wrong? I usually click the files, hit 'zip and email', and I am done. The other way is big ones...
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Fires in the Night
The area around the isba has been wracked by a flare up of violent fighting.
Germanski infantry are attempting to move up and they fire wildly all over the huts and shacks of the village...trying to surpress our recon elements stationed there.
The Colonel orders the armor to fan out into a fighting formation, for there is the sound of clanking treads coming from the darkened farmlands to the west of the isba...Panzers!
A PzkwIV shows itself when it opens fire on one of our T-34's...the flash of its main gun shatters the cold night air and the thunderous blast shakes the frozen ground. The shot does not hit it's mark...and Mikhail (Dmitiri's squadron mate) returns fire. A hit!
A loud "Clank" denotes the shot landing true and then a sickening explosion...the burst of flame and smoke that occurs when a round completely penetrates armor and does it's deadly work within.
A few cheers go up over the radio hailing the demise of the enemy tank...however, the cheers are short lived. Mikhail shouts out that he can see a second Germanski panzer rolling into position...within seconds there are the thunderous blasts as they trade shots. One shot is clearly heard to clank off Mikhails sloped frontal armor...then another. Mikhail fires once...misses...then a second shot roars from his barrel. A Second Hit!
The second Fascist tank shutters under the violent renting of its armor...and it too begins to billow smoke and flames. The inferno grows quickly and soon the tank seems to shutter and convulse as the munitions stored within its bowels begin to detonate...each one puffs out a large plume of flame and smoke from the shattered hulk...along with muffled pops and cracks.
Again there are cheers....Mikhail will be an ace in no time at this rate. He has now four kills to his credit since joining the unit as a replacement after Kursk.
Overhead more artillery shells cross paths...heavy stuff this time. They land with earth-shaking thumps...plowing up great heaps of Mother Russia's soil and leaving it scarred with great craters.
While this is happening we hear Mikhail once more...yet more Germanski armor has come into his view!
Before he can traverse to engage there are two loud "thumps" and it is the second enemy round that accomplishes what five other shots could not. Mikhails tank explodes in a mass of flame and smoke...parts of the T-34 are seen spiralling off into the air leaving flaming trails in their wakes...before vanishing into the dark to land somewhere among the trees. The flames that engulf the tank spread so quickly that there can be no hope of survivors...more blood has been spilled in the effort to free Mother Russia.
The radio is silent now...only a few quick questions fill the air..."anyone see any crew escape?" comes one inquiry..."nyet" comes the reply quickly..."perhaps someone managed...." the Colonel cuts this question off in its tracks with the statement:
"They are dead comrades...regain your focus on the matter at hand immediately."
So it goes.
Germanski infantry are attempting to move up and they fire wildly all over the huts and shacks of the village...trying to surpress our recon elements stationed there.
The Colonel orders the armor to fan out into a fighting formation, for there is the sound of clanking treads coming from the darkened farmlands to the west of the isba...Panzers!
A PzkwIV shows itself when it opens fire on one of our T-34's...the flash of its main gun shatters the cold night air and the thunderous blast shakes the frozen ground. The shot does not hit it's mark...and Mikhail (Dmitiri's squadron mate) returns fire. A hit!
A loud "Clank" denotes the shot landing true and then a sickening explosion...the burst of flame and smoke that occurs when a round completely penetrates armor and does it's deadly work within.
A few cheers go up over the radio hailing the demise of the enemy tank...however, the cheers are short lived. Mikhail shouts out that he can see a second Germanski panzer rolling into position...within seconds there are the thunderous blasts as they trade shots. One shot is clearly heard to clank off Mikhails sloped frontal armor...then another. Mikhail fires once...misses...then a second shot roars from his barrel. A Second Hit!
The second Fascist tank shutters under the violent renting of its armor...and it too begins to billow smoke and flames. The inferno grows quickly and soon the tank seems to shutter and convulse as the munitions stored within its bowels begin to detonate...each one puffs out a large plume of flame and smoke from the shattered hulk...along with muffled pops and cracks.
Again there are cheers....Mikhail will be an ace in no time at this rate. He has now four kills to his credit since joining the unit as a replacement after Kursk.
Overhead more artillery shells cross paths...heavy stuff this time. They land with earth-shaking thumps...plowing up great heaps of Mother Russia's soil and leaving it scarred with great craters.
While this is happening we hear Mikhail once more...yet more Germanski armor has come into his view!
Before he can traverse to engage there are two loud "thumps" and it is the second enemy round that accomplishes what five other shots could not. Mikhails tank explodes in a mass of flame and smoke...parts of the T-34 are seen spiralling off into the air leaving flaming trails in their wakes...before vanishing into the dark to land somewhere among the trees. The flames that engulf the tank spread so quickly that there can be no hope of survivors...more blood has been spilled in the effort to free Mother Russia.
The radio is silent now...only a few quick questions fill the air..."anyone see any crew escape?" comes one inquiry..."nyet" comes the reply quickly..."perhaps someone managed...." the Colonel cuts this question off in its tracks with the statement:
"They are dead comrades...regain your focus on the matter at hand immediately."
So it goes.
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Mikhails Second and Final Kill
The moment of impact as a 85mm AP round penetrates a PzkwIVH and explodes within!
Sadly, the victor of this engagement would not live long enough to celebrate his two "kills".
Sadly, the victor of this engagement would not live long enough to celebrate his two "kills".
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