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The Obersturmführer requested the air bombing; it was going to begin at 0900. The Obersturmführer set his plans to work, he positioned 90% of his artillery to his rear flank, positioning all his 88mm's and Nebelwerfer's to his rear flank, helping make his false retreat feel more convincing.
He kept what was left of his mortar squads positioning to the front, he needed to have the small bombs scatter the Russian forces as they began the assault. He gathered whatever remaining vehicles he had. Fueling whatever remained of their halftracks and panzers, preparing for his own personal blitzkrieg.
The bombing began, everything went as he had predicted, it was strange seeing the Russian forces charge into the bombing zone like moth to a flame.
It was funny to see a move that was logical but at the same time incredibly stupid, seeing enemy your enemy run into their death, or be given the choice to be executed.
The main force continued the bombing as the Obersturmführer pulled out his forces, rushing his troops to clear the village. As the halftracks and panzers rolled across the barren tundra clearing the enemy lines spreading out to cover their ever changing side flanks, making sure the Russians weren't going to try to crush their sides.
The company cleared the enemy lines and spread themselves out, trapping the Russians between them and the main force.
The Obersturmführer had the upper hand now and all that was left to do was kill, he positioned what few panzers he had on the side flanks squeezing them out.
The Obersturmführer watched as his men began the offensive, a day ago these man were caught in a corner ready to die in a village whose name they knew not, but now they were pumped, they had a chance to win, a chance to survive, more than just a chance to survive a chance for revenge.
His troops gathered for the coming assault, disrupting the ammo and grenades, the trigger fingers itching for something to kill, they gathered for the coming slaughter fixing there bayonets, they gathered for the coming Krieg training their sights, sharpening their knives and preparing their souls.
The Obersturmführer felt his heart rushing with excitement, with anticipation for what was planned, for what everyone foresaw.
And then… his heart stood still, with a wave of his hand he gave the order, with a wave of his hand it began, his own blitzkrieg.
The symphony began, the artillery blasting, the panzers rolling, the Nebelwerfer's screaming as there rockets cut across the sky, Maschinengewehr's rattling ripping, rifles cracking, a true symphony of the ages, mixed with the screaming and shouting of both sides, the chorus a unique masterpiece like no other, the smell of ash and powder burning his lungs, the explosions so beautifully bright blinding him to tears, the smell of death, the sound of death, the sight of death, this was war, this was humanities black sin, humanities evil recurring sin.
This is that which he strived for, for which he killed for, murdered and deceived.
The Obersturmführer knew he would probably be executed for his actions, for killing a superior officer and taking his command, he knew that death awaited him, but now wasn't the time to worry about that, now was the time for battle, now it was time for revenge.
He kept what was left of his mortar squads positioning to the front, he needed to have the small bombs scatter the Russian forces as they began the assault. He gathered whatever remaining vehicles he had. Fueling whatever remained of their halftracks and panzers, preparing for his own personal blitzkrieg.
The bombing began, everything went as he had predicted, it was strange seeing the Russian forces charge into the bombing zone like moth to a flame.
It was funny to see a move that was logical but at the same time incredibly stupid, seeing enemy your enemy run into their death, or be given the choice to be executed.
The main force continued the bombing as the Obersturmführer pulled out his forces, rushing his troops to clear the village. As the halftracks and panzers rolled across the barren tundra clearing the enemy lines spreading out to cover their ever changing side flanks, making sure the Russians weren't going to try to crush their sides.
The company cleared the enemy lines and spread themselves out, trapping the Russians between them and the main force.
The Obersturmführer had the upper hand now and all that was left to do was kill, he positioned what few panzers he had on the side flanks squeezing them out.
The Obersturmführer watched as his men began the offensive, a day ago these man were caught in a corner ready to die in a village whose name they knew not, but now they were pumped, they had a chance to win, a chance to survive, more than just a chance to survive a chance for revenge.
His troops gathered for the coming assault, disrupting the ammo and grenades, the trigger fingers itching for something to kill, they gathered for the coming slaughter fixing there bayonets, they gathered for the coming Krieg training their sights, sharpening their knives and preparing their souls.
The Obersturmführer felt his heart rushing with excitement, with anticipation for what was planned, for what everyone foresaw.
And then… his heart stood still, with a wave of his hand he gave the order, with a wave of his hand it began, his own blitzkrieg.
The symphony began, the artillery blasting, the panzers rolling, the Nebelwerfer's screaming as there rockets cut across the sky, Maschinengewehr's rattling ripping, rifles cracking, a true symphony of the ages, mixed with the screaming and shouting of both sides, the chorus a unique masterpiece like no other, the smell of ash and powder burning his lungs, the explosions so beautifully bright blinding him to tears, the smell of death, the sound of death, the sight of death, this was war, this was humanities black sin, humanities evil recurring sin.
This is that which he strived for, for which he killed for, murdered and deceived.
The Obersturmführer knew he would probably be executed for his actions, for killing a superior officer and taking his command, he knew that death awaited him, but now wasn't the time to worry about that, now was the time for battle, now it was time for revenge.
The symphony of Krieg hear its beauty
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