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RPG #1 1943 Somewhere in Russia

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Hello and welcome to our first Feldgrau RPG! :D

Here some ground rules:

0.5) There are no rules!

1.) EVERYBODY can participate, everywhere and anytime! Don't be shy!!!

2.) Never kill off another players figure! It's a big NoNo!

What you can and should do is to interact with the other player as much as you can, it's more fun. But of course you can do your very own thing too...

Bring in action but don't write other players actions/reactions more than necessary. Remember you have no control over them (like in real life).


For example:

You want to have some fun and have the idea to play a bit with the wife of a comrade. Here you stop. Give your other player the time and possibility to react. He can now accept the idea and play with you or he doesn't like the idea of him having a wife at all. (Maybe he wants to be a bachelor and roaming the bars himself). In that case he could say:
"Oh, I thought you know. My wife had an accident last week and I'm just back from the funeral!"
Bummer. So much for having fun!

Or another example:

You are in a life or death fight with an adversary! Don't make it to easy
and unrealistic and just describe how you heroic fight and overwhelm him in the end. It's no fun and unfair. Also in real life your enemy won't go down without a fight, won't he! Give him the possibility to react.

You can of course guess some reactions. The other player can then act on those again or reject them in his next post.
RPG is a bit like Ping Pong with all these balls springing forth and back, but then also not. Whereas with Ping Pong you try to take your adversary out, in a Role Playing Game you should try to throw interesting "balls" with more than only one possibility to react for the other players!

You don't only have to follow one part of the story, invent something new!

Do what you want with your figure, remember it is supposed to be fun!
(Of course the more plausible and interesting your postings are the more
fun for all!)

You can of course let your own figure die, or even (if you dare) have more than only one in the game. It's up to you!

3.) If you can't/won't write anymore don't let your fellow player hang and "write" your figure out! It's not nice to let the others wait and wait and wait for your answering post (maybe in the midst of a brawl).

So...there are some rules...I will add more if I can find any....8)
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Somewhere in Russia

START
Nibelung wrote:FLASH FROM THE FRONT

It was a time real soldiers proved themselves. A time when there were not many words spoken, but if did spoken, they said more that a book. It was a sunny day around Hitler's lair where tables were full of maps and corridors full of new uniforms, all nicely ironed and clean. And while the mass of the general staff was pushing arrows on the map they didn't have the slightest idea what that map means. The maps, full of plans represented the lives of thousands of soldiers who held their ground for the Fatherland. The maps did not show the hell of Neva, the flatlands of the Ukraine and the swamps of the Pripet the way they really were. It was one day that one of those points landed on a small village named Treschkowci in central Russia.

Hauptman Nibelung jumped on his commanding Tiger and put his headphones on - this was it! Ivan has penetrated the line at Treschkowci where the boundry between the two infantry divisions ran. PanzerKeil of his 585th Really Heavy Tank Battalion was rolling towards that sector. The latest reports convinced the Corps command to release them for the operation they named: "Lionjump". It was again Nibelung's turn to save what could be saved.

As the tanks aproached the Russian penetration they closed the hatches and started the bloody business of the day. Herr Hauptman was in a good mood - he was reaquipped again and all his Tigers got their tanks filled. It was time for a game of steel. The loader loaded his round and awaited. Nibelung aimed and ordered: "Feuer!" The gun moved and the T-34 500 meters in front went up in flames. It was time for the next. The Russian tanks were somewhat in disorder and couldn't deploy in time. The next T-34 blew up folowed by another one. Nibelung knew his men were eager to ride again, and today's shoot out proved him right. He was far from ethusiastic, but his hunters instinct guided him today - they were working again. The AT guns which weren't placed yet were left abandoned by the crews due to their surprise attack. The Tigers recieved little opposition until they swept right past Treschkowci. It was then when things got worse - the Battalion got right into the main build up area of the next attack by the Russian troops. Nibelung ordered a halt, scanned the scene and ordered - an attack! The Tigers deployed and started to pick of the parked T-34s which weren't running yet. The others started to roll and soon there were 30 tanks driving towards the Tigers. Nibelung ordered to roll back slowly picking the T-34s as they came closer. the Battalion went back and made a swing on two sides. The chasing tanks have entered the trap! The 585th caused havoc amongst the surprised enemy. The remaining T-34 started to retreat when the suporting Grenadier companies arrived to reinforce the Really Heavy Tank Battalion in their couter attack.

Treschkowci were again in german hands, thanks to the Tigers. The personal tally of Nibelung has again risen for another 7 destroyed T-34. The men climbed on the turrets and lighted their cigarettes. It was an great day with no real casualties - except two broken down Tigers which were already being taken care of. Nibelung got up in his turret and ordered to move - the Battalion was rolling again. Nibelung was satisfied, but one thing still wendt on in his mind - he hadn't seen Tom in a while and Leutnant Beppo also took leave for home...was he the only one to have all the fun, under the red evening Russian sun?

Treschkowci were mentiond in the OKH report of the day and 585th Really Heavy Tank Battalion with their commander too. It was just three names to the staff generals anyway.

THE END

hope you enjoyed it.

best,
Nibelung
M.H. wrote:Not far from a satisfied grinning Hauptmann Nibelung stood another Tanker.
Leaned against his own Tiger, dragging on a cold stump his eyes were mere slits from annoyance.
He growled!
His crew knew what that meaned and vanished inside their metal beast.
*How he hated this Nibelung. Model soldier, respected by his comrades and his superiors alike, successfull, even the women liked him...bah!*
Slowly he put his boot on the fallen stump of his last cigarette and pressed and crushed.
*One day....* he promised himself.

NEXT
Nibelung wrote:A radio transmision somewhere in central Russia...


....Acthung....

Von Fuhrer Hauptpquartier...Ritterkreuz des Eisernes Kreuz zum....Hauptman...Nibelung....ENDE.

The wind was blowing gently towards the west through the small patch of woods in the Battalion operations area. Miha was sitting on the turret of his Tiger talking to his driver Feldwebel Neuman about the close call they had the day before when they recovered a broken down tiger from a ditch.

They had the radio set turned to transmition and were only listening to it when they weren't talking...the sundown was glowing red and the plains were full of light. The transmition came in...Nibelung got his RK! He looked at Neuman with an astonished face to see his reaction.

"Well there...that's something new!"
"I guess its Brandtner again fooling around with his new radio set" Nibelung said with a sigh...
"But...it sounds real, and the music..." Neuman streched out his hand..."Congratulations Herr Hauptman."
Miha smiled, he already had his mind made up: "So Neuman, why don't we celebrate a little?"
"Herr Hauptman, that sound great."

Nibelung switched his radio to 'transmit':

"Company and Platoon commanders, report to the Battalion HQ at once. Nibelung out."

:D there :D

best,
Miha / Nibelung
M.H. wrote:
"Company and Platoon commanders, report to the Battalion HQ at once. Nibelung out."
"Sir, Sir!"

"WHAT!" growled Hauptstubafmann Michel as his radio operator screamed from his place even as Michel wasn't that far from him. No one was really far from each other...inside a Panzer that is...

"We just got the order to meet at the HQ!"

"Who is we?"

"Erm...you Sir...the commanders...erm.."

"Why?"

"I dunno...um...Sir!"

Rudi, Michels longtime best friend (because nobody else would ever put up with him as he always stated) and the best Tiger gunner at this whole front started to giggle. This young soldier was just to cute sometimes....

Michel sighed. 'Another "merry" meeting with Nibelung it seems. Oh well.'
At least they would get their next order for action. Sitting needlessly around was not after Michels taste.
After a last suffering gaze and a following of another outburst of giggling from Rudi he heaved himself out of the turret and started walking.
A thought about his acquaintance Dirlewanger shot through his head. He hadn't known him for very long but he learned quickly: "Where Dirlewanger was, the fun usually followed!"
He grinned. It would be a nice change if Dirlie would be here and wreak
havoc.

There...HQ...already the commanders gathered.
"Now...what is the order of the day?" asked Michel himself as he shaked
another cigarette out of the box and shoved the stick between his lips.

*next* :D
Beppo Schmidt wrote:All things considered, Beppo Schmidt liked Russia. Since the beginning of Barbarossa, he'd had a few close calls and tight spots, but his Tigers had always plowed on through. He knew they would never fail. Beppo loved his Tigers, loved them as a proud father loves his children as he sees them succeed. The young tanker himself inspired an extreme opinion from the men under his command, most of them even younger than himself. With Schmidt there was no middle ground. He was loved or hated. And because his paternal affection for his Tigers extended to the men who operated them, and because he circulated among his troops with a seemingly never-ending supply of Schnapps and German cigarettes after every engagement, general opinion gravitated toward the first extreme.

Beppo was wondering about this gathering at headquarters. Another offensive? The Tiger ace didn't know, but even so he felt keyed up, the faint stirring in his heart he always felt before an engagement, like some men got before they went hunting a particularly dangerous quarry. Some men hunted lions. Beppo Schmidt hunted tanks.
M.H. wrote:Michel took another drag on his stick as he followed Schmidt's way to the
crowd of gathered waiting officers. He was greeted with loud hello's from all sides.
'Another darling of the unit!' thought Michel disdainful. But he recognized another hunter in this friendly young man...and a rival for the kills!
So he nodded polite but warily in Schmidt's direction.

*next* :D
Beppo Schmidt wrote:From the corner of his eye, Beppo caught Michel's nod and returned it with the same broad boyish infectious smile that spread across his face whenever he was cheered by his men. Beppo had a wide competitive streak, and he clearly recognized Michel as competition. But he he acknowledged him without malice, partly out of sportsmanship, partly out of boundless self-confidence.
Dirlewanger wrote:We need to set an approximate time (month year) for the plot


Oskar Dirlewanger took a drag on his cigarette and leaned back against the rail wagon on which sat a Tiger 1, on its way to the railhead near the front, one of four, factory new, to be issued to the 585th RHTB so the loading dockets said.

The Commie partisan group of around 150 had blown the rail tracks about the middle of the train, and in front, and staged a two pronged attack from both sides but had not really counted on a Bataillon of the Dirlewanger Brigade as escorts for the much needed supplies and equipment.
In a no quarter given battle, with the boss in the forefront, Oskar’s troopers had driven off the partisans and set up a perimeter guard while the engineers repaired the blown tracks, and removed the destroyed wagons. The new reinforcements had not fared so well and twenty of them had been added to the fatality list with one of them a perimeter guard.

“Humph, Butcher indeed” Dirlewanger grunted to himself.
If some of those desk driving HQ SS suckholes that he had recently been associating with had been here to take part in this little melee, perhaps they would think twice before muttering their salacious gossip out the side of their mouths while stuffing them with sturgeon and caviar.

He his mind drifted back to the time when a Sturmbannfuhrer from one of the Concentration Camps had been caught with his hand in the till and to save some embarrassment with a trial, had been transferred to Oskars Brigade.
Unlucky for him some of the seasoned troopers had been in that camp before volunteering for Anti Partisan duties, and when he was killed in a frontal assault, Weisse had said
“Look Oskar, he’s been shot in the back!’
“Obviously a coward Kurt, he’s turned to run and copped one from a Commie sniper”

The voice of his senior NCO brought him back to the present.

“The new troopers have been assembled as you asked Oberfuhrer”

Oskar threw the cigarette butt to the ground,

“Thank you Hauptscharfuhrer.”

Oskar walked back down the track to where 40 troopers stood in a circle around a tarpaulin covered object; he walked to the centre and said genially
“Gather round real close here fellers, so you can all see clearly.’
“Some of you fellows that recently joined us are not here today, because they took Ivan a little bit lightly, and I think the rest of you are just plain lucky.”

The troopers looked at each other in a nervous and confused manner. Was the Oberfuhrer going to give them a real ream out? Was he just setting them up for the rocket?
“Under the Tarpaulin here we have Schutze Ruesink who disappeared from his perimeter post earlier today, he wasn’t too hard to find, as Ivan was keen for us to do so”

Dirlewanger leaned down and grabbed the corner of the tarp and ripped it off the body.

“As you can see from the tooth marks in his dick and balls you can see that he was still alive when they cut them off and stuffed them in his mouth! Dismissed! Back to your duties! A word of advice from your kindly Uncle Oskar, be careful out there boys!”
Tom wrote:From atop a small wooded rise, Sturmscharführer Tom stood high in the turret of his Puma. Through his binoculars, he watched as a soldier approached a group of men clustered around a zeltbahn on the ground. As he watched, the new-comer lifted the zelt, showing the body of another soldier laying there.

Eyeing the tanks on the train's cars, Tom knew that this was indeed where he had been ordered earlier in the afternoon. Although broken up, the message had clearly indicated a supply train, under attack by Soviet partisans.

Well, he wasn't sure how many the train's escort had taken care of, but he and his men had dispatched quite a few to Commie heaven. They had arrived in the area late, so they missed the battle. However, about three kilometres back, the 8-wheeled car had chanced upon the survivors of the attack regrouping. They had been loading some wounded into a panje cart, and were not expecting a German vehicle to appear in their midst (literally, but that's another story). Of the dozen or so men there, one might have gotten a shot off in defense. Might.

"Sam, it appears clear down there," he said into his throat mic. "Pull out, but make sure you angle across on the approach so they can make out the silhouette. Don't want to get dinged coming to their rescue!"
Nibelung wrote:Hauptman Nibelung entered the tent of his headqarters. The panzer commanders were already waiting for him. Miha stopped in front of their semi-circle around the operations map and looked at them as they saluted. The Hauptman only indicated a small salute from his side and continued: "I see everyone is present." Although the 585th Really Heavy Tank Battalion was a Heer formation quite a few SS tankers were absorbed into the unit due to the fact that their units were already destroyed. Miha always did wonder why these young feelas were so keen on joining the SS, but beeing a proud Prussian as he was he kept such thoughts for himself. "Ah, Beppo! I haven't seen you since you wondered of to get that tree of yours. Hope you got what you were looking for and that you will bless us with your presence more often." Nibelung was a bit sarcastic, but there were no ill feeling of course. Beppo was one of his best commanders.

"Now, let's get down to business." Nibelung changed the tone. "The Grofaz chose to award me one of those Knights Crosses personally in about three weeks time. I'm not sure if really want to go since we are in a very difficult situation at the moment. The Corps has placed us here to block the Russian approach to the Rollbahn and the next few weeks will be critical. Herr Hitler is very pleased if his "heroes" respond to his invitation, so I have no alternative but to go. Generalleutnant Hochmeister suggested me that I take care of things here before I go. We'll attack the Soviet salient tomorow morning to give Ivan a little shake up. There will be no party tonight, but I'm sure that some celebration will be deserved if we are to be succesful tomorow."

The commanders were astonished by the Hauptman's coolness, they knew he had his Knights Cross comming for some time, but they had no idea how little will that matter to Miha now. They were well aware of his political independant mind, even the SS men didn't seem to care about it - it was, after all, just propaganda which created the differences.

It was late September 1943 by now and the first transports of clothes were starting to arrive for the men. Nibelung saw no advantage in the fact that the rain will have to fall in the next few days, changing the roads into whatever one want's to call them. It would be great if he knew where his 4 promised Tigers were and above all, where were his beloved recce-men. This would make his plannig a lot easier...not to mention more effective and safe - no advantage in carnage due to bad planning.

"Now, here's the deal..."

The briefing has started.

best,
Nibelung
M.H. wrote:
"The Grofaz chose to award me one of those Knights Crosses personally in about three weeks time.
Michel felt numb!
He did barely hear anything Nibelung said further.
'This Wehrmacht sissy GOT THE RK!!! HE...not Michel!'
His blood pulsed hotly and it thudded in his ears. How Michel had yearned for this award for some time now! ACK...he could have screamed.
He could show 67 Kills, both Iron Crosses and even the Nahkampfspange in Gold which was quite an achievement for a Tanker. Didn't he deserve the RK too??? It was to become insane!
But even as his blood boiled inside with envy outwardly he strained to appear collected and cool and even made some congratulating noises like the others. He vowed to himself to set things straight again somehow...

*next*:D
Stalingrad wrote:Gefreiter Willi Krist sat on the train towards the front. He was smoking, and held a Spadenbräu bottle in his hand. His face was all covered in lipstick. Helga gave him some sweet loving at the Bahnhof toilet befor the stepped aboard the train. Next to him sat a SS soldier reading a Signal magazine and smoking a pipe. After a while he said to Krist "Rauchen verboten, ha! my ass!"
"Jawohl, für den Sieg..." Krist answered and fell asleep as the SS soldier sang "Schlaf Kindlein Schlaf...."

Another odd tripp to the front.
Nibelung wrote:The map wasn't promising much good. The Rollbahn was south to the Battalions positions running right through the sector of Generalmajor Richter's 654. Infanterie Division which had already took a fair beating up in the last few weeks. The salient of the Russians started in their left flank and ran right to their right boundry with the 32. Infanterie Division. It was a weak point in every aspect since the two divisions also belonged to different Corps.

Nibelung glanced at his fellow tankers.
"This is my plan; We will take one Kompanie to the Rollbahn." he looked at Beppo "is that allright with you Herr Leutnant?" He didn't wait for a resoponse but continued; "you will wait there until you recive your orders to move out, which will come after the Stukas do their job. This will be only a small bluff however, you will advance down the Rollbahn and take good positions on this elevation here." His finger slipped down the road about two kilometers down the Rollbahn and stopped on a point which also showed some woods. "You will get one grenadier company as support against Ivan's infantry, after you take your objective you wait until the other units reach their positions in the north." Beppo nodded, it was one of Nibelung's chess based tactics...lots of tricks...lots of twists...and a few risks, of course. " "Herr Hauptman, will the Stukas actually arrive or is that only a morale boost?" the Leutnant risked the question, he knew how the flyboys were taking care of things. Nibelung sighned "but of course."

Miha lifted his eyes from the map; "The other two companies will be driving down from the north, as mentioned before. I will personally lead the attack. We will be supported with one platoon of Sturm-pioneers and a company of grenadiers. The artillery barrage will last for 15 minutes and will be layed in the south, centre and in the north - we hope to achieve a bit of confusion with Ivan that way. When the stukas and the artillery fire, the pioneers clear the way across this ditch here." The finger pointed at the northern part of the salient, "We move out 30 minutes after Leutnant Schmidt makes contact. When they reach their position we rush straight down the bulge. If we are succesfull we will achieve a double pocked which will be easier for the grenadiers to handle."

The plan was good, everyone knew that...but the odds! What if Ivan had his forces already positioned for a surprise attack, then all hell could break loose. Nibelung did appear cool, but Tom and his Puma would really make him a lot happier should they pop by for some scouting.

best,
Nibelung
M.H. wrote:Michel raised one eyebrow!
He felt ignored (again) as the Hauptmann gave Schmidt the special task.
Now he had to follow in the second line (again).
No...wait...He coughed.
"Herr Hauptmann?"
He waited till he had Nibelungs full concentration.
"What about my guys? You know we have seen quite alot of action and have distinguished ourselves till...you know...our unit got disbanded and we got assigned here. We are always ready for the real hard tasks!"
He straightened himself and met Nibelungs look full on.

*next* :D
IRONHORSE wrote:HERR HAUPTMANN, I'D LIKE TO ADD SOMETHING, THE VOICE WAS W.F. STANDING NEAR THE ENTRANCE. THERE ARE 20 T-34'S AND A LITTLE OVER 100 MEN GATHERED ABOUT 10 KILOMETERS EAST OF HERE.
M.H. wrote:
HERR HAUPTMANN, I'D LIKE TO ADD SOMETHING, THE VOICE WAS W.F. STANDING NEAR THE ENTRANCE. THERE ARE 20 T-34'S AND A LITTLE OVER 100 MEN GATHERED ABOUT 10 KILOMETERS EAST OF HERE.
'YES! Action at last!'
Expectantly Michel looked back to Nibelung.

*next* :D
IRONHORSE wrote:W.F. ADDED THERE ALSO A LITTLE PISSED. I MANAGED TO GET IN CLOSE ENOUGH TO KILL THEIR COMMISAR A SHORT MAN WITH A BIG HANDLEBAR MUSTACHE.
THINGS GOT PRETTY HOT SO I DECIDED TO GET BACK AND TELL SOMEONE.
Rosselsprung wrote:Major Wolfram Rosselsprung sat comfortably in his lonely position along the Mius River. He leaned his chair back against the bunker's sandbags inside the dugout with a small glass of smuggled red wine in his hand, with the bottle and a radio on a table near by. The radio crackled to life, and he struggled to raise a signal on it. He turned the dial up and down, with nothing but static to answer him.

Irritated, he called out.

"Feldwebel! Feldwebel.." damn, what was his name again?

A flustered NCO rushed in, hoping he had not provoked the wrath of his commanding officer.

Suddenly, the static was gone and a short message was transmitted.

"Von Fuhrer Hauptpquartier...Ritterkreuz des Eisernes Kreuz zum....Hauptman...Nibelung....ENDE."

Rosselsprung leaned back in his chair, irritated by the pointless radio message. The confused Feldwebel wondered at the reason for which he was called.

"Excuse me, sir-" he started.

"Ah, never mind. Just another fool getting a cure for his sore throat" Rosselsprung replied.

Say, what was that Hauptmann's name again?
Nibelung wrote:Hauptstubafmann Michel interupted Nibelung's flow of thoughts: "What about my guys? You know we have seen quite alot of action and have distinguished ourselves till...you know...our unit got disbanded and we got assigned here. We are always ready for the real hard tasks!" Miha looked at his company commanders; there was Leutnant Schmidt barely able to keep a straight face and Oberleutnant Brixten trying to concentrate on the map in order to forget what he just heard. The Hauptman continued: "Herr Hauptstubafmann, exactly what do you want to do?" He said Herr to an SS man, although he knew they only called themselves only by the rank. "I think I made myself clear enough when I said Leutnant Schmidt will be in the centre and the rest in the north with me...and that means you too." He knew that he gave the young SS chap a cold shower, but this is the front after all. Besides, wasn't Herodotus that said 'He who wants to command must first learn to obey?' - and this guy definately must learn to obey.

Just as these things were taking place W.F. 'The Snypa' fell into the tent. After a short confusion with 'who let this guy in' order was restored again.

"So Ivan has a party of 20 tanks and some infantry. Hauptstubafmann take your company and seek them out. Engage only if neccesary. Keep in radio contact, good luck." It was like giving candy to a baby. Although he was somewhat sceptical about the news Miha decided to check it out personally - without his SS friends knowing it - it would be irresponsible if he got his unit surprised in such a cheap way...the briefing ended.

best,
Nibelung
M.H. wrote:This surprising order came just at the right moment as it rescued Michel from a very awkward situation. So he just nodded at Nibelung before he walked straight out of the tent.
Then he sprinted!
Nearing his unit he could see his men maintain their Tigers...or distributing the dirt from the machines to themselves as he called it by himself!
Waving wildly and shouting his boys knew what that meaned and the tempo accelerated considerably. Soon the last of the new ammunition vanished inside and the fuel claps closed.
His soldiers gathered already, waiting for him, as Michel slowed down to get his breath back.
HIS SOLDIERS! He was so proud of them! The last bunch of survivors of a first grade SS unit. In countless fights proven and now melted down to 5 Tanks. Together they had stood in many very bad but also good times. It had cost him dearly to give up his command to this Hauptmann Nibelung and his Wehrmacht rules. It still gnawed at him but here, between his "own" men, he could pretend it were still the good 'ol times.

"Okay guys. Time to move your lazy asses again!"
Satisfied he observed the flow of excitement going through the men.

"Aproximately 10 miles from here to the East 20 enemy tanks plus infantry are nearing our position. We got the order to seek them out. Any problems with that?"

"NO SIR!" shouted it back to him.

"Then GO!"

"YES SIR!" The men scrambled and run to their machines.

Happy Michel listened to this unique noise a wellfed pack of Tigers made when the engines geared up, purring like the big cats they were.
Getting the signs for clearance from the other tanks and from Hansi, his own driver, at last he called back HQ.
"We are rolling!"
Transmittion switched to his unit.
"Follow me in loose formation. Keep your eyes open. Out!"
The Panzers started to move.
Rudi, his ever suspicious gunner, asked "What do we do with them when we find them?"
Michel remembered very well Nibelungs order:
Engage only if neccesary
"We will see!" he answered mysteriously and grinned as he looked again through his telescope.

*next* :D
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W.F. WALKED IN THE TREES LOOKING AND LISTENING. WHEN HE TOPPED A HILL HE SCOPED OUT THE SURROUNDING AREA FOR ANY STRAY IVANS, FARM HOUSES OR ANYTHING STRANGE BEFORE PROCEEDING ONWARD.
HAVING JUST SCOPING OUT THE AREA HE DECIDED TO STOP AND EAT, HIDING BEHIND SOME BUSHES HE LEANS BACK LAYING HIS K-98 ACROSS HIS LAP AND BREAKING OUT SOME SAUSAGE, BREAD AND A BOTTLE OF SCHANAPPS AND RELAXED.
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It was handy that that Puma had materialised from nowhere and roamed around the area for a while, during which the track repairs were completed, the Sonderzuge rejoined and ready to be underway minus only a couple of supply wagons and twenty of Oskars troopers.
“Not far to the rail head now” Sturmscarfuhrer Tom had called out, from the Commanders hatch of the eight wheel Puma as the train started to move. “My boss Hauptmann Nibelung will be pleased to hear his new Tigers have almost arrived!”
“Tell him from me to use them carefully; my boys have worked hard to get them to him in one piece!”

The four Tiger Ones had been unloaded from the six axle, heavy flatcars, and the engineers grunted, heaved, sweated and cursed as they positioned the two and a half ton combat tracks behind the tigers so they could be rolled on and the transport tracks replaced.
Oskar stood with his hands clasped behind his back, keeping a watchful eye on proceedings while talking to Sturmbannfuhrer Polking, as the rest of the train was unloaded before he could hand the security arrangements over to the relieving Escort Battalion.

A convoy of three blue Luftwaffe trucks drew up near the covered freight wagons at the end of the train and a portly Luftwaffe Major alighted and approached the Untersturmfuhrer who was supervising the unloading down there.
The Major was waving a document and behaving in an imperious manner, A brief discussion followed and the Major, accompanied by the junior SS officer headed up the line towards where Dirlewanger and Polking where standing
“Yes Untersturmfuhrer?” Oskar enquired
“The Herr Major here wishes to requisition space in one of the wagons that we have just about unloaded Oberfuhrer, I told him that I did not have the authority to approve that, and he insisted that I present him to someone who did.”
The Major snapped off a smart salute and holding out a sheet of paper towards Dirlewanger introduced himself as,
“Major Pilfer, attached to Luftwaffe HQ, on a special mission under the personal direction off Reichsmarschall Goring. I have with me a directive that empowers me to act on the Reichsmarschall’s behalf. I require one of those wagons for the return trip to the Fatherland”
Dirlewanger gave the document a cursory glance, and strode down the line, followed by Polking and the two other officers.
On reaching the Luftwaffe trucks he undid the tarp at the rear of the nearest one and nimbly hauled himself inside.
“Oh, I see you have been liberating a few of the Commie bosses Dachas, Herr Major” he said, poking his head out the back. “Mumms Champagne by the caseload, Beluga caviar, smoked hams, top class vodka, preserved eggs and lots of other goodies including the silverware."
He jumped to the ground in an athletic leap for a forty eight year old man,
"Check out those other two trucks Untersturmfuhrer, and report back to me at once!”
“Jawhol Oberfuhrer!” A roman salute and the junior officer ran off.
“Oberfuhrer, may I bring to your attention again this document. This consignment has the highest priority and approval at the highest level.”
Dirlewanger grabbed the document ripped it in half in half again and tucked the remnants into his tunic pocket. Holding out his hands he turned to Polking and said,
“What document? I do not see any document. Do you see a document Hans?”
“No Oberfuhrer Dirlewanger” Polking replied with a stony poker face.
The young Officer promptly returned and breathlessly reported,
“Oberfuhrer the contents of the other trucks are in a similar vein!”
‘Thank you Untersturmfuhrer, return to your duties”
“ Dirle....But.....but” the Major blustered
“Herr Major, there are men dying for the Fatherland every day in Russia,” Dirlewanger said quietly,
“It is a vast country and a man can just disappear with no trace, especially a contraband runner. You are very fortunate that I am in a good mood today. I am going to close my eyes and count to ten. If I open them and see any sign of you I will convene a field court martial and have you shot by firing squad. I can assure you I will have no trouble getting volunteers to shoot you ……. one ….. two……”
“Well, he’s gone, pissed himself in fright too” Polking laughed “Indeed it was his lucky day Oberfuhrer!”

“Hans, arrange for a case of Mumms to be placed in each of those Tigers, compliments of the Reichsmarschall, Keep ten cases of Vodka and a choice of hams for our mess. Arrange for the Division Quartermaster to distribute the rest of this to the troopers, and tell him it is compliments of me, and then he won’t be so inclined to try a bit of profiteering”
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Three meters behind and to the left of W.F., Stabsfeldwebel Spandau cradled his MP-40 with sweaty, calloused hands. Even though he had been fighting since '39, he could never get over the icy coldness that coursed through his viens right before a battle. A student of Japan and Karate, Spandau could remain calm under fire through his Martial Arts mental disciplines. Spandau's father had taught German at the university in Kyoto, Japan, while Spandau had grown up. Even in modern warfare, Spandau felt that his years of Karate training are what had kept him alive over the years. Even in the most chaotic of circumstances, he could maintain mental tranquility and fight well, as his numerous decorations attested. His tendancy to shirk duty and never volunteer had kept him from the RK. His superiors didn't like to encourage such lack of initiative.
Infantry life had never been to his liking, and the tank support role was his least favorite of all. In an armor battle, Spandau always felt like a mouse among gods. He could never understand men like Nibelung.
'How on earth can they be so eager for combat? I guess it's different in the tanks. I don't think I would have ever been in that bayonet fight had I been a Panzer commander. Still, Nibelung is as diehard as those SS men. No wonder he got the RK. Well, he deserves it as more than most. But the worst boredom is better than any combat. Maybe I am just too afraid to die.'
He checked once again that the caps on the grenades were unscrewed, MP cocked, and that yes, the safety was on. Lounging in the brush ahead of him he saw W.F. chewing happily on some sausage. Although Spandau had never been wounded, he never took chances and ate before a battle. An infected belly wound would not be worth the satisfaction now. Still, that sausage looked so good...
'W.F. still has his schnapps? I could sure do with a shot of that right now. I already owe him a bottle from that game of skat, so I won't ask for a hit this time. I guess cold ersatz will suffice for now.'
He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, letting his awareness sink into his surroundings.
'Any time now...'
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Near the position the Ivans were sighted he gave the signal to stop and studied the map.
"Take over. I'm going for a little walk." he said to Rudi.
"Be cautious!"
"Ja, ja."
Barely listening Michel squeezed out of the turret and sprinted forward into a small gathering of trees and bushes.
Quick but quiet he crept on till the he sought shelter behind a big bush at the end of this isle amidst an otherwise flat steppe.
THERE! There they were!
Flat pressed against the earth he lifted his binoculars.
The info was right, about 20 T-34's...but alot more infantry than he had hoped. There must at least be 100 of these running around.
'Bad, very bad!'
Michel had no problems to take on the tanks but those Infantry in addition could be a pain in the ass.
He now took a good look at the terrain. The whole group was in a little hollow near a river, called Mius if he remembered it right from the map.
They had stopped!
'Idiots!' Michel thought. They hadn't even thought to put up sentries onto the surrounding hill.
'Will they never learn?'
He watched the sky. Upcoming dark clouds promised rain and soon it would be much darker.
'Should he risk it or call for reinforcements?'

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Nibelung left the battalion HQ tent and went straight to the radio SdKfz and gestured the radio man to give him the Corps command.

Stabsfeldwebel Greiner was falling asleep when the transmition request woke him up. "Verdammte Scheisse!" he whispered to himself - when will he get some sleep? "Hauptman Miha Nibelung, commander of 585th Really Heavy Tank Battalion, I want to speak to Oberst Willscheibe." Greiner connected the cables and went straight to sleep again. "Oberst Willscheibe here, what's up Hauptman?" they knew each other since France and Nibelung used this occasion to ask his friend for a favor. "Heinz, I know you just recieved Nebelwerfer Abteilung 'Kartoffelkopf' under Corps command. We will need their help tomorrow, but I would like to test them tonight." The Oberst hasitated for a moment..."You want to test them now? On what?" Miha replied quickly: "Well, I have some unwanted guests on point 19.6, would you do us the favor of baptising them?" Heinz smiled..."well, why not, after all they are just fresh from France and I bet Major Bangowitz would really like to test the real thing." "Great, expect my signal in 20 minutes, Nibelung out."

Miha dropped the fieldphone and aproached his driver; "Martin, take me to point 19.6, do you have the portable radio?" "Jawohl Herr Hauptman." Miha wanted to see if the SS understood that they were not to make contact - they were after all, on a scouting mission. Miha saw the Tigers from a far. They were well concealed, but still to close for his liking. "Martin, stop the Kubel." They walked to the 5 Tigers and asked where the commander was. "He's gone somewhere Herr Hauptman." "You have to move 200 meters back immidiately, there will be some fireworks to be seen."

The tankers were cursing and headed back to the point Miha showed. He determined the exact location and drawed the positions in his map. If Michel will not show up soon, then he's in for it...Nibelung thought for himself, he was somewhat anry why the young man didn't remain in radio contact.

More T-34 appeared in the area when suddenly a bush trembeled. Miha walked over to it, pistol at the ready. It was Michel, thank god. "Let's go!" Nibelung's order was so firm that the man only stood up and followed him silently. When they reached the 5 Tigers Miha spoke: "We're gonna let Ivan blow my Ritterkreuz cake candles, if any remain burning, I depend on you to extinguish the rest, should any remain" The Hauptstubafmann looked stupified at Nibelung. Miha gestured Martin for the fieldphone.."Major Bangowitz? Hauptman Nibelung here, you can start the fireworks now." He hunged the phone. A couple of kilometers behind the line tne Nebelwerfer Abteilung 'Kartoffelkopf' commander gave order to fire. The sky became red bright as the fist rockets left their ramps...Nibelung stood in the Kubel, they had a wonderfull view of the celebration which was going to start in a few seconds...the fireworks have begun.

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'If the atmosphere here get's any icier I will need my winterclothes now!'
Rudi thought. Nobody inside Michel's Panzer dared to utter a sound.
Their commander was positively pouting!
Nobody liked to have his command ripped but Michel the least of all.
Silently he watched the "fireworks", his face a stony mask.
'Poor guys" thought Rudi again. "If there are any survivors from this action they are in for it. Michel will use them as his punching bag!'

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W.F. FINISHED THE BREAD AND SAUSAGE, HOLDING UP THE BOTTLE HE ASKED DO YOU WANT A DRINK? AS HE LOOKED TOWARDS THE EAST LOOKING FOR ANY ACTIVITY.
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WE NEED SOMEONE TO MAKE THE SCENARIOS AND RUN THIS SHOW.
IF NOT EVERYONE WILL SET THEIR OWN SCENARIOS IN SUCH A WAY THAT THEY WILL NEVER LOSE AND EVERYONE WILL COME BACK AS A UNINJURED HERO AND GIVE THEMSELVES ALL KINDS OF MEDALS.
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Stabsfeldwebel Spandau saw W.F. offering the bottle of schnapps.
'Oh well, what the hell. We only live once.'
keeping his head down, Spandau glid forward.
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W.F. TURNED HIS HEAD, RECOGNIZING A FRIEND. WELL STABSFELDWEBEL SPANDAU WHERE IS ALL YOUR TROOPS? OR HAVE YOU DECIDED YOU CAN DO MORE BY YOURSELF? HANDING HIM THE BOTTLE.
I'M HEADING TO A PLACE I SAW SOME IVANS YESTERDAY AND SEE IF I CAN EASE MYSELF CLOSE ENOUGH TO GIVE SOME TANK COMMANDERS LEAD POISONING, CARE TO JOIN ME?
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Stabsfeldwebel Spandau gratefully accepted the bottle and took a swig, handing it back.
"Danke. They're concealed over there in those trees." He said, jerking his head back the way they had come. "I'm more inclined to let the armor do it's own dirty work and just sit here, but I guess I will have to bring them forward when the time comes."
Raising himself a bit, Spandau scanned eastward through his field glasses. "Seems quiet for now. I don't know about heading forward just yet, but go right ahead. You know me, if I can get away with doing nothing, I will! It looks like rain, I hope the Stukas show up."
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SPANDAU, I BELIEVE THERE ARE NO LEADERS IN THE ARMY.
WHEN I REPORTED THE A HAUPTMANN I ACTUALLY HEARD HIM ASK A LEUTNANT IF AN ORDER HE GAVE WAS ALLRIGHT WITH HIM.
WELL I GUESS I BETTER GO FIND A NICE COMFORTABLE PLACE AND HIDE. GOOD LUCK MY FRIEND AND MAY WE LIVE THROUGH THIS. STANDING UP HE SHOOK HANDS WITH THE STABSFELDWEBEL AND HEADED EAST WITH MORE CAUTION THAN BEFORE BEING HE WAS NEARING HIS OBJECTIVE.
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IRONHORSE wrote:WE NEED SOMEONE TO MAKE THE SCENARIOS AND RUN THIS SHOW.
IF NOT EVERYONE WILL SET THEIR OWN SCENARIOS IN SUCH A WAY THAT THEY WILL NEVER LOSE AND EVERYONE WILL COME BACK AS A UNINJURED HERO AND GIVE THEMSELVES ALL KINDS OF MEDALS.
I only gave myself an RK because it was a joke about it in some previouse Forum Heroes tales. I run my story if you noticed, but if someone, with real talent and a word capacity over just 10 lines would appear, then things would really be interesting.

But don't worry there is much carnage to be yet seen and people will DIE.
SPANDAU, I BELIEVE THERE ARE NO LEADERS IN THE ARMY.
WHEN I REPORTED THE A HAUPTMANN I ACTUALLY HEARD HIM ASK A LEUTNANT IF AN ORDER HE GAVE WAS ALLRIGHT WITH HIM.
They know each other well and in a friendly fashion such rethoric questions are not so uncommon, even in the military. Please read my lines again, you will see that the Hauptman didn't wait for a reply. And if the "Panzergraff" asked Leutnant Carius in real life what he thinks, then why shouldn't Nibelung ask Beppo something like it to lighten the mood? An order is still an order, no matter the delivery package.

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