Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 11:25 am Post subject: Luft_Karabiner vs midnitebomber
This was a cc2 ladder battle i played a while ago...
The Mist settles over Arnhem on a crisp Spring morning.
"Verdammt!" shouts the commander of a German Mk4 tank. "The Allies seem to be holding the HQ building! Advance!" With that the driver of his tank begins to send the tank rolling down the road, while Sargent Hans' (a crack sharpshooter) ran towards the building. He dived into the building. "Phew" sais the sniper. "No Amerikaners or Britishers here" then he sees an avre in a garden near the HQ. "Sheisse!" he shouts "Nei..." he dissapears in a cloud of smoke.
Meanwhile the commander of an Fj Shutzen orders his men and another Shutzen to "Take the HQ at all costs!" They make it there and subdue some light Britisher resistance.Then the pounding starts. The german commander orders an fj panzershreck to take up position.
The panzershreck pulls close to the avre and launches off one quick, unaimed shot before the leader of the team feels the avres wrath. The remaining panzershreck operator bolts like a horse out the stalls and is never seen again.
The bloody battle at the HQ continues with the once magnificent building being slowly reduced to rubble by repeated Allied attacks. The german Shutzen teams somehow manage to hold the HQ.
An infantry private trapped in this fateful building screams "We need help!" into to his commander. In reply a brave Shutzen begins running from some buildings to the north, across the road, to help. Most of them are killed. Private Gunthers leg is nearly shot off. "AAAAGH. NEARLY THERE, 5 meters. YOU CAN MAKE IT GUNTHER!. 3 METERS!" suddenly the whole of his upper body dissapears in a bloody cloud, blown off by a british grenade.
In an act of bravery the Mk 4 commander drives forward, trying to get a shot at the avre. A huge explosion rocks the big Mk4. In another act, this time of complete desparation, another Mk4 commander drives his Mk4 at full throttle through a gap in some buildings to the north of the HQ, straight into the middle of the garden that houses the Avre. The Avre fires a round which immobilizes the Mk4 and retreats, leaving the Mk4 to be easy prey for two Bazooka teams. A Bazooka operator shouts "Damn Kraut!" and fires off a lethal 75mm rocket projectile.
The Mk4's crew bails out even before the rocket round hits it, thus putting it out of use forever. Seeing this, the ever brave (and slightly mad) German commander raises the white flag.
Next day, an elderly, deaf , man wakes up in Arnhem. He walks outside to go to chat to a friend of his. But when he steps out the back door, he is dismayed by the sight of a huge, knocked out, Mk4 tank crushing his beloved vegetable garden...
you should start playing cc2 then.
midnite bomber wrote an aar saying his side of the story. I'll put it here...
It was the janitor, Jurgen Goethe, who came up the stairs of the basement and discovered something was horribly wrong.
The Allied CO had asked him to go get more toilet paper for the officers washroom. It took him some ten minutes to find the supplies.
He returned with the toilet paper in hand, and saw a German sharpshooter running past him shouting with relief, “I made it! I made it! I mad-“ when the entire northeast wall of the HQ building exploded, taking much of the sharpshooter with it.
Jurgen dropped the burning rolls of toilet paper from his arms, wiped off some plaster and bits of sharpshooter from his coveralls and decided to return to the basement to get more toilet paper, and not for the washroom.
It was a British rifle team that noticed the German sharpshooter crossing the bridge in a dead run. They could see other forces moving into position across the bridge and when they spied a MK4 rolling down the street, they immediately sounded the alarm and the CO and staff evacuated the building.
The CO ordered an AVRE crew to man its tank and prepare to repulse the surprise attack. By battles end, the AVRE would not only chew up the sharpshooter, but over a dozen schutzen, a panzerschrek team, and a MK4 tank. It would hold its ground for the entire battle, doing nothing but projecting a deadly ring of high explosive and lead.
A .50 cal machingen gun team set up in a building across from HQ. Another British rifle team waited in reserve.
Across the broad avenue to the north, the Allies immediately prepared for defense. Two bazooka teams waited in buildings along the river to repulse any armour.
An airborne recon team spied the first German elements to attempt a northern breach. Two American assault teams and a British rifle team met that attack with a combined delivery of hand grenades and invectives. Another .50 cal team provided suppression fire and the German infantry team quickly withered into a band of wounded soldiers.
The German office was not to be undone by any of this. In the cool and precise and confident tradition of the Wehrmacht, he soldiered on.
With the northernmost assault withering, the German CO ordered the lion’s share to the HQ. The British rifle team bravely met this attack, but in the din of gunfire, explosions, and the screams of the dying and wounded, the call to retreat was lost, and with it the rifle team.
The reserve rifle team moved into position and harassed the German’s ownership of HQ. Unfortunately, it would also find itself caught in the deadly hand-to-hand fighting that ensued in that building and would fall in the process.
A MK4 prowled up the avenue, bravely looking for an opportunity to fire at the AVRE. Instead the AVRE fired a HE round that found the softer parts of the tank’s armour less than resistant, and it exploded in an instant.
The HQ remained in German hands; the AVRE, however, ensured that it would continue to be a costly possession.
To the north, the Germans sent another rifle team and shreck team to make an attempt to seize the flank again. The assault teams and rifle teams stayed under cover. A plucky recon team and machingunner kept the German assault at bay. Concerned, however, Allied CO ordered his southern machinegun team to provide suppression fire against the German threat to the north.
Almost at this same time, however, the German CO—in a move of desperation or overconfidence—ordered a remaining schutzen team to run south and take and hold the HQ. In this cat-and-mouse parley, sadly only half of them would cross the street and make it to the safety of cover before the machineguns had finished sending shells exploding across the cobblestones of their path.
Still the Germans hung on to the HQ with whatever diehards remained hiding amongst its ruins. However, the infantry were merely grasping at the edge of composure.
With the northern flank safe, the Allied CO ordered his machinegunners to cover the HQ building to shoot up any German holdouts. The AVRE continued to pound the building, further shaking the German infantry hiding inside.
The Allied CO ordered the remaining American assault teams from the north to overwhelm the HQ and hope the German hold would give. It did. The German infantry surrendered or ran screaming, bloodied and wounded.
It was Willy Benson, a weary and frightened machinegunner, who ran with this team mate into the battered HQ to cover the southern bridge. What he saw pushed him over the brink. A MK4 fired a burst of machine gun fire into the building, killing instantly his friend. Benson ran screaming from the building.
Upon hearing the news of the tank, the Allied Commander was overhead to remark quietly, Oh, shit!
The German tanker moved confidently up the broad avenue towards the shattered HQ. In a bold maneuver, he drove his tank into the inner yard behind HQ, perhaps hoping to surprise the Allied tanker. The AVRE immediately fired a HE round at the ground infront of the tank, but the German armour held together. The tank commander screamed to his men, re-load, but his panic was quickly relieved. The bazooka teams ran from the northern flank to the south and from a building overshadowing the MK4, a rocket found its target in the rear of the tank.
The battle was over for now. The defense held, but just barely. The Allied CO breathed a sigh of relief. The Arnhem Bridge remained in Allied hands for another day.
The janitor, Jurgen Goethe, came up from the basement of the smouldering HQ, with more rolls of toilet paper in his hands; to his dismay, the officers washroom could no longer be found. The CO warmly patted Jurgen on the back, handed him a broom, and told him to start sweeping.
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