The Majors famous speech
Gentlemen I like war.
Gentlemen I like war.
Gentlemen I love war.
I like genocide
I like blitzkrieg
I like defensive war
I like aggressive war
I like sieges
I like breakthroughs
I like withdrawing
I like cleaning up
I like retreating
I love every aspect of war that takes place on this earth.
I like blowing away the enemy with the thunderous roar of a line of guns going off all at once. When the enemy is shot to pieces after being thrown high into the air my heart dances.
I like crushing the enemy tank with the 88mm on our tanks. When I mowed down the enemy who fled screaming from the burning tank with an MG my heart leapt.
I like it when the Infantry plow through the enemy's lines with their bayonets all in line. I remember being moved when seeing new recruits filled with panic stabbing an already dead enemy again and again.
Seeing an escapee being strung from a lamp post in the
Love is a battlefield: HistoryBrussels
Official European Union/NATO meeting
Official location: classified
The meeting was heating up, every official presenting their report to each other, and each report causing more and more confusion amongst the officials and military leaders.
The impossible was happening; Europe was facing the flames of war, an unknown enemy. The reports of zombies and unstoppable monsters of amazing speed and prowess were frightening everyone; there was talk of a woman with an old musket shooting down squadrons of fighters with a single shot, of a young boy who cut down men with a single flick of the wrist.
The meeting was assembled to assess the situation and plan a proper counterattack, but the intelligence reports sounded more like myths than the information gathered by trained officials. The meeting was becoming ridiculous. Everyone report sounded more ridiculous than the last, and with every report came more and more retorts.
"There's no need
Love is a battlefield:preludeIntegra had never seen anything like it, Europe in flames. The zeppelin hovered over a ruined Paris, ruble as far as the eye could see, a ruined Arc de Triomphe, a leveled Notre Dame, and a burning Louvre. She had never imagined anything like it.
From the ground she could see an army gathering, the army consisted of a mass of ghouls, the undead soldiers formerly regular humans set out on a long march towards faraway battles, collecting whatever weapons they came upon, retrieving guns from fallen foes, wielding them careless and primitive towards battle.
Integra looked at the spectacle before her eyes. This was how the world was ending, in just a few days the impossible was happening, Europe was going to burn like rice paper, the world was facing a force of strength it had never seen before, something like no other.
She sensed the man behind her; she could feel his eyes tracing her through thick spectacles. The man approached her from behind, hi
Obersturmfuhrer NewBeginningThe setting sun said goodnight to the world, as the great shadow consumed everything before everyone. But battle waits for nothing, the advance may have halted but the artillery never stopped, the flashing of the guns illuminating his face.
The Obersturmführer loved this sight, the rockets glowed red as they streaked across the sky, the burning fires of destroyed vehicles and houses lit the cloudy sky with a fiery orange.
The first few hours of the Obersturmführer's attack they were flooded with Russian prisoners, he ordered all prisoners to be shot.
Seeing enemy soldiers surrender with so much will left to fight giving in was saddening, he didn't want to be burdened with cowards. He wanted them to fight; he didn't want to kill them against the wall, he wanted to kill them out there, on the field of killing and death, he wanted to experience the carnage with them, those who fought against him gave him much pleasure.
He ordered the panzers forward, the treads squealing in the
Obersturmfuhrer:SymphonyThe 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 contin
Home at lastHome at last
The major woke to find himself on the ground. The ground was soft and dusty, it was ash. He picked himself up off the ground. From his pocket he drew as small cloth for which he used to clean his glasses. When he returned his spectacles to his eyes he looked around. The ground was ash for as far as the eye can see. The sky was red with dark clouds and the air was hot and dry. The major already knew where he was, this was Hell and it was as beautiful as he ever hoped for. The major dusted himself off and began to wander. The place was barren he saw no one for miles and miles, his foot sinking into the ash with every step. The Major suddenly spotted a figure in the distance. He approached him, trudging thru the ash. After about an hour of walking he finally met the figure "Captain" he said. The Captain took his place by his left side and pointed over a hill. The Captain led him over the hill not speaking as usual. As they walked he spotted another figure near the base of the
Obersturmfuhrer: Art of KriegThe Obersturmführer ordered his company to regroup, he had a plan, and it was bloody. He weighed the situation of the battle.
Thinking of every angle of the situation as a whole, what's the situation he thought?
The problem is that were surrounded, and cut off from the main force.
What's the most logical thing to do?
The most logical thing to do is return to the main force.
Returning to the main force would mean surrendering my command of the company.
Meaning that I should avoid returning to the main force and push the company forward.
What can I expect if I push my company forward?
My company would be slaughtered.
How can I expect to weaken the Russian force?
With heavy weapons.
Where can I get heavy weapons?
From the main force.
Can I request bombing from the main force?
Probably if it's for an attempt to return to the main force.
So that means that I would have very few places to target.
That means I could bomb my rear flank.
If I bomb my rear flank to return to the main force