dodger
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Joined: 9/1/2001 From: Finland Status: offline
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Over a year's worth of bloody battles and it boils down to this: February 1940, there is more than the snow flowing across the frozen landscape near Viipuri. The russians have made a breakthrough, and it must be stopped, lest Finland shall fall to the red horde! Young General S*deleted for reasons of state security* has been placed in charge of pushing all the way to viipuri. Ample resources have been placed at his disposal, and the full faith of the party goes with him. Recon elements report no significant enemy forces, only few skiers have been spotted and resistance is expected to be light (report #14623, filed by Comrade Commissar Colonel Vatutin promises no resistance and unmined roads from point of breakthrough all the way to Viipuri). In face of this massive and unquestionable evidence, there can be no delay, as General S is repeatedly reminded by his friendly Politruk. ....................around the same time, in the Finnish rear: A boy lieutenant rouses a colonel from his sleep, or tries to. "Goddamn! Can't a man sleep off his hangover without someone riding his ass all the time.." is all the lieutenant has time to hear before being forced to duck an (empty) liquour bottle. Next few attempts to rouse the colonel end up just as badly. Finally, with the help of two sergeants Colonel D is hauled up, showered with snow and forced to drink a pitcher of strong coffeeish substance. "...and the russians are on the way already. The Marshall is converging troops, but poor communications have left you as the only man that can be called in. Here are written orders from the Marshall to take control of all forces available and en route, until a replacement can be found. You are instructed to move out immediately", finishes the young lieutenant. What follows is a stream of curses punctuating commands. The commands are directed at junior officers and curses to the russians, the Marshall, God and anyone else listening or caught in the way. They need not be repeated here. But the general idea emerging from it all, is a slight dissatisfaction from the part of the Colonel (and shared by his men) at the russians for so rudely interrupting their time in the rear before they even had a chance to take a sauna. The russians are a strong foe, and the Colonel intented to give the russians some ground: 1 meter by 2 meters wide plot each. ************************************* For the bigwigs in the safe areas of furthermost rear it looked something like this: Meeting engagement 6600pts 10% artillery 2 air sections 4 infiltrator squads Reinforcements can be moved from reinforcement hex at turn 10. ************************************** Turn 0 & 1: Some bombardment on both sides, few scouts die. 2 finnish planes make a recon run, one of them sees nothing, other sees a road full of trucks in the center and kills one of them, but returns with wings full of holes.
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