Post by Mr. Durandal on Oct 2, 2008 13:56:21 GMT -5
The men quick-stepped to the front, ready with weapons. They dug foxholes, machine gun and mortor pits, and buried anti-tank and anti-personnel mines. Then the men hunkered down, sharing cards, cigars, and alcohol between them. The joint force of Canton Rouge and Clamparapans numbered about 4500 well-trained and battle-hardened soldiers. However, the troops knew that soon hundreds, even thousands, of enemy forces would be advancing on them. Artillery and tank brigades were being rushed up from other bases, along with a full division of over 18,000 troops, but they would not get to the front for 18 hours. During this time, the men would have to do whatever it took to hold the Soviets back and keep them from occupying yet another province.
As the sentry on duty checked the horizon, he saw what looked like locusts, numbering the sands on the beach, approaching. What he saw were thousands upon thousands of Russians, charging into the country. He yelled into the radio to Commander Dernwitz that the enemy was on their way. It was at this point that a sniper found his target and the sentry went from living to headless on the ground, his shocked face rolling away with his head.
As soon as Dernwitz heard the report (both from the radio and the gunshot), he knew it was time. He ordered his frontal line to man the heavy MGs and prepare to fire. He had not made a memorable speech; he hoped he would live so he could. Suddenly, hell rained down on the troops in the form of artillery and mortars. The comm officer beside him was blown apart, his blood spraying Dernwitz while the blast threw the commander 10 feet away. His troops were being slaughtered; the Canton Rouge men weren't faring well either. He saw body parts and dead troops all around him. As he limped around, still shell-shocked, he noticed a moving body. Running to the trooper's aid, he saw that both her legs were badly damaged and that her left arm was missing from the elbow down. Amazingly, she was still conscious, though with so much pain, she couldn't even cry out. The only indication she was in tremendous pain were the tears running down her face and the excruiating look on her face. He knew he couldn't save her; he tried to comfort her, for all that would do, and held her head as she died. He didn't even know her name and after checking the rank insignia on her shoulder, he saw that she was a private, not even old enough to drink. So were the terrible horrors of this battle.
Dernwitz continued on, watching the troops around him being massacred by gunfire and explosions. He tried to make his way to the Canton Rouge command post but could see that it had been badly damaged. It was at that instant that a round caught him in the armpit, worked its way through his body, and penetrated his left lung. He hit the ground hard and, while suffocating on his own blood, he thought to himself that he really would have liked to make that speech...
OOC: I'll continue the story with Rayla in my next post, I don't have much time right now to do so.
As the sentry on duty checked the horizon, he saw what looked like locusts, numbering the sands on the beach, approaching. What he saw were thousands upon thousands of Russians, charging into the country. He yelled into the radio to Commander Dernwitz that the enemy was on their way. It was at this point that a sniper found his target and the sentry went from living to headless on the ground, his shocked face rolling away with his head.
As soon as Dernwitz heard the report (both from the radio and the gunshot), he knew it was time. He ordered his frontal line to man the heavy MGs and prepare to fire. He had not made a memorable speech; he hoped he would live so he could. Suddenly, hell rained down on the troops in the form of artillery and mortars. The comm officer beside him was blown apart, his blood spraying Dernwitz while the blast threw the commander 10 feet away. His troops were being slaughtered; the Canton Rouge men weren't faring well either. He saw body parts and dead troops all around him. As he limped around, still shell-shocked, he noticed a moving body. Running to the trooper's aid, he saw that both her legs were badly damaged and that her left arm was missing from the elbow down. Amazingly, she was still conscious, though with so much pain, she couldn't even cry out. The only indication she was in tremendous pain were the tears running down her face and the excruiating look on her face. He knew he couldn't save her; he tried to comfort her, for all that would do, and held her head as she died. He didn't even know her name and after checking the rank insignia on her shoulder, he saw that she was a private, not even old enough to drink. So were the terrible horrors of this battle.
Dernwitz continued on, watching the troops around him being massacred by gunfire and explosions. He tried to make his way to the Canton Rouge command post but could see that it had been badly damaged. It was at that instant that a round caught him in the armpit, worked its way through his body, and penetrated his left lung. He hit the ground hard and, while suffocating on his own blood, he thought to himself that he really would have liked to make that speech...
OOC: I'll continue the story with Rayla in my next post, I don't have much time right now to do so.