mandreads -> UK(gorzag) vs GE(mandreads) assault (4/16/2003 12:27:07 PM)
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So me and gorzag took a rematch. The last one I surrendered due to heavy losses. Gorzag ambushed my cruiser troop with flamethrower tanks and that ended my attack. This time the battle is much bigger. It is 5000(uk) vs 8000(ge) point assault, three air sections, me 15% arty (attacker), gorzag 10% arty. Battle length is whopping 60 turns. 8000 points of units is more that I have ever seen in a game. So just the buying and deploying the whole bunch was a big task. We have played three rounds so far. Due to positive feedback (Thanks sandman20!), we decided to make another report of the match. ---------------------------------------------------- Somewhere in the defensive positions of uk troops... "Prvt. Smith was trying to get some sleep before dawn. But all he could do, was asking himself what the hell is he doing here. '....Sh**! Not so long ago, I was working in a quiet Liverpool and all of the sudden here I am. In the middle of France freezing my b*** off, waiting for some german bastards trying to get to Paris.... Why stop them anyway? I'd go to Paris myslef. All the time in France and I didn't even get to see this Eiffel tower..... I could hardly see anything in France couse this stupid pot helmet is blocking all the view. They gave me one too big... Wish my mates were here with a couple of pints... Ahh, better if they don't see me wearing this stupid pot anyway... What's the noise? Maybe cook is bringing some sh*** army breakfast? I'm starving... Nah, this are our planes going back from some useless bombing run. Why they fly so low? What a piece of junk! They can hardly fly anyway. Oh! This one just lost some parts.... Holy sh**!!! Take cover! Bombs!!!'" ---------------------------------------------------- In the meantime on the german side of the area. "Someone shouted: Achtung! Airplanes! And everybody started to look at the sky. AA guns were mounted if the men had fast enough legs. Three of them total. Bombs hitting here and there. "We got one!" was heard and everybody cheered. One poor Sturm Staffel halftrack caught the attention of the last plane and was hit pretty bad, luckily the squad survived the blast, but they were now on foot. Then there were the thundering blasts of enemy artillery random at our apporach, it had some effect, psychological if nothing else. Coloner orderd smoke missions to cover the assault and told recon units to move forward as fast as they could. The proud and brave kubelwagen drivers slammed the gas and rolled away. First of them suddenly just blew up in the air! But others followed and found the enemy Vickers. That was the end of his story. Motorcycle squad stumbled upon an enemy crusader and two other guns. Our 88m flak AT took care of that but, we could not take the guns out. Colonel listened first recon reports. Some contacts with enemy, two enemy tanks down. We lost some kubelwagens. "Good", said Colonel, "Keep going!" ------------------------------------------------------- After a while. Back in uk positions. ""In some other part of the field Prvt. McKenzie was franticaly trying to hide deeper in his foxhole '...German artilery!...Incoming!...Take cover!.... :::Loud explosion nearby::: ...I'm hit!...I can't see, I got blind!.......They got me... I don't wanna die still a virgin......... Wait a minute..... I'm not blind. I just can't see through all the smoke..... German fired heaps of smoke on our lines, some of it even behind our lines...... That's not so bad. I can't see them, but they also can't see me, right?... That's not so bad..... Some scouts fire at each other, but so far no serious attack... What is Sergant shouting?... Why change positions? I like my foxhole... What an a** hole!...'" ------------------------------------------------------ Germans are advancing, totally unaware of the hassle in uk lines. "We've lost a tank and a halftrack to enemy plane.", 1Lt reported. "Tell the AA-guns to be ready for some more action.", Colonel replied calmly. The assault went on on its own track and there was nothing that could stop it. Except for that **** swamp with a little stream across it, it sucked halftracks and armor like quicksand. Colonel didn't want to risk his AFV's to be clustered on the bridges and he had ordered to cross the stream also in other places. The smoke screen was doing its job. So far advancing troops had received only occasional potshots. What colonel wished was that the advance would've moved faster, forward troops were about 500-700 meters from suspected enemy lines." ------------------------------------------------- UK troops get impatient. "Somewhere inside a battle-ready Matilda tank Lt.Wilkinson was trying to contact HQ: 'No sir, we can't see them through the smoke.... But how do you want me to shoot at them, sir?! I can't see a barrel of my gun, not to mention those bloody germans.....My tankers are getingt a bit impatient, sir. They want some action.... Yes, I know they are new and haven't seen a real fight yet, but.... So what are the orders sir? Shall we just sity here and wait for them to attack when and how they want?.... Really? I can?... That's good sir, thank you....'::To his crew:: 'Finally this old @*&%&^ made some decision. Inform rest of the company that we're moving out. I'm not going to sit here and just wait for them. Forward!'" ------------------------------------------------- First real contacts with the enemy. "Reports from the spearhead of the assault. "Enemy moved out of defensive positions trying to meet us at their own terms but we fragged already two enemy tanks. We lost two halftracks, the **** mortars didn't shoot the smoke in time and the whole company was caught in the open. Smoke missions are now complete and we can proceed." Luckily the tanks were easy targets as they emerged from the smoke screen that was thick as a London fog. "Those brits must feel at home in there", chuckled the forward observer as he was ordering more fire missions on the area. Enemy had a pillbox covering the sector of our approach but the smoke screen blocked its vision very good. The assault was proceeding as planned. Meanwhile in the back lines. Troops were moved to different grouping locations to avoid enemy artillery and airstrikes. "Achtung!" the alert sounded and loud crackling of AA fire from various guns filled the whole area. This time the AA fire that met the approacing lone airplane was more concentrated and we managed to score some hits just when the plane was about to drop its load. Colonel sighed of relief, "Relocate again!", sounded the short order." ------------------------------------------------- Stay tuned, more action to follow in this exciting series...
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