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| 07 Aug 2011 10:48 PM |
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Moscow, Russia 1942, November
Our tank was deployed today to the Eastern Front, our Tiger tank is the first of many, and soon they shall feel the mighty wrath of the Third Reich!
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"ENEMY PANZER 8' O CLOCK!" Hans reported, shouting as he loads .42 rounds in his turret.
"LOAD AP ROUNDS, ENEMY AT'S SIGHTED TWO CLICKS WEST!" The commander shouted, closing his hatch, putting away his binoculars he consults the head engineer Henry. "Henry, What's the holdup? We are being shelled, and need to get moving, before we end up like tank 236 over their!" The commander says, pointing infront of him at the freindly panther that just blew up.
"Commander! We just took 10 tons of russian shells! They hit our treads!" The engineer yells back.
"Dangit..." "PUT ALL POWER TORWARDS TURRET! HENRY GET THIS PANZER MOVING!" The commander yells, peeking out the slit for the MG42, watching Russian tanks closing in on them.
"WILLIAM, DODGE THE FIRE, WE NEED A FULL SOLID REPAIR! NO SHORTCUTS!" Henry, The head engineer yells, gesturing at his assistant William to unclog the oil reserves.
"COMMANDER! THIS IS HOPELESS, WE NEED MORE REINFORCEMENTS!" Hans yells, not looking away from his turret as he fires into a crowd of hostile infantry.
"YOU KNOW WHAT THE MAJOR-GENERAL SAID! WHERE SUPPOSE TO HOLD UNTIL FEBRUARY!" The commander shouts back, as he whispers locations to shell to the man operating the turret.
"ALRIGHT, ALMOST DONE, JUST NEED TO REWIRE THE- William never got another word out. Tank 305 lost one member that day, as they got shelled by the onslaught of Russian Tanks.
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The Eastern Front..... This is where we made a name for ourselves... This is where it all began.
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| 07 Aug 2011 10:55 PM |
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| 08 Aug 2011 12:22 AM |
_________________________CHAPTER_TWO____________________________________
Leningrad, Russia 1942 February
Our Major General seems to be sending us to our deaths! They press us forward, blindly. Even though they tell us we will win, We all knew the Eastern Front was long gone... It would take a miracle, to regain our fallen territory.
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Our Major-General has received direct orders from the Fuhur himself! Tank 305, and many other Tigers, Panthers, and Panzers, are to attack Leningrad today.
"Henry, get a move on, I don't wanna be late for the suprise where planning on the russians!" The commanders says, as he glares into his binoculars, Standing with Part of his shoulders, and his head out of the tank. Not a hostile insight... He says as he laughs to himself.
"Right away commander, I will see to it that we are the first German tank to arrive!" Henry says, eager to lay siege to the city he hates the most.
Henry, has been a Prisoner of war, and happend to have been stationed at Leningrad. He was on a convoy to Moscow, when Tank 305, saved him from a miserable life.
"Hans, make sure your gun is loaded. Than make sure the turret is functioning completely." The commander says, as he plots tactics and stratagies he will use.
"Already checked twice, but i'll check it again if you want." Hans responds, waiting for something to do.
"No, waste of time. Just be ready for combat!" The commander says, reassuring the men of Victory.
The commander closes the hatch, and puts his binoculars away. "I see the city. They don't seem to have spotted us... Than again their split so thin they don't have any idle soldiers." The commander remarks.
Tank 305 was well ahead of the rest of their battallion. Infact, they had'nt seen them for hours When they had been waiting for two hours, The commander had to face the truth.
"This is tank 305! Anyone from squadron UburDuetch Left?" The commander speaks into the radio.
Only four tanks where left, out of the hundreds that where gonna attack.... The russians slaughtered all they could, with seemingly endless shelling from artillery, and tanks.
The commander, sets the radio down after telling the remainer of the tanks to follow them, followed by him telling Henry to charge, full power into the city, he himself grabs his Rifle that he keeps for speical events, and gets prepared to open the hatch when the time is right.
The commander has told everyone to hold fire, until they get into the middle of the town. They wanted maximum casualties for the Russians.
The next few moments seemed to happen within seconds.
The Four tanks, that remained got in the town centre, and on the Commander's mark fired.
The tanks fired at the buildings with the most people in it, while the gunner's fired at all the free targets they could get their sights on.
Than, their was a random explosion that caught the Commander's eye in a decently tall building. He saw what he thought was a barral of a gun, possibly for a pak 41 MM AT gun?
"Henry, I think I see- They where wrong. The russians where fully aware of this attack, and had set a trap.... Sacrificing thousands of innocent citizens, the russians started to artillery their own city, with citizens still inside, And remenants of their army was too.
The commander was right, It was a AT, and it just hit their tank, Luckily bouncing off from superiour thick armor. But it managed to pick off another German tank... Tank 197.
By now, Henry was ordering Henry to focus all power to engines, and to only pick off targets neccacerry. Because, The commander knew staying here would result in his death.
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