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Creative Arts and Media => Roleplay => Serious RP => Topic started by: Armalite_ on October 02, 2009, 01:52:41 AM
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It is spring, 1944. Nazi Germany has taken over most of Europe and parts of Africa. The Allied Forces are planning on making their final push into France and into Paris to stop Adolf Hitler and his armies from gaining control of the western world. Furs and humans alike volunteer for serving their countries as thousands are dying on the battlefields of Europe for what seems to be a losing battle. The Red Army has managed to fight the Axis back to gain the land they had lost as the British, Americans, Canadians, and the resistance of France and Italy struggle to make their final stand. Nazi Germany has taken the strong hold of Europe and is now making plans to cross overseas into North America after having captured the majority of Soviet Russia. The Axis powers have set up numerous labor and extermination camps in the east for prisoners of war and enemies of the state after being over populated back in Germany and most of the fighting is concentrated along The English Channel in France. The United Kingdom, being the last obstacle standing between Nazi Germany and the Americas.
As countries on both sides suffer heavy casualties, conscription is introduced to all countries involved (mandatory enlistment for every able bodied man over the age of 18). Everyone must fight for their lives and their countries in this battle. Hope is slowly fading for the Allies and momentum is booming on the front for German forces. Will Nazi Germany take over the rest of the world or will the Allies prevail? It’s a battle that everyone wants to win. Never give up, never surrender.
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Spike sat behind the fence rolling a mudding cigar between his paws, containing more dirt than real tobacco. He leaned his MG42 against the wall next to him as he lit his perfected rolled cigarette, watching the new recruits in the camp awaiting their orders, some being lucky enough to be sent into a squad to be shipped to the Front in the next couple of days. He rested his polished boots on an ammunation crate as he awaited his newly assigned squad. His last squad had been killed in an artillery strike, Spike being the only one who survived. So it goes. He leaned back, staring at each of the faces of war before him, wondering which had the "privillage" to fight along side him. He hung his helmet on the barrel of his machine gun and pulled out a letter from his mother sent a while back from the inside of his combat jacket. He'd read it several times. It was special to him, his good luck charm. He believed it was the only thing keeping him from getting killed in battle. He read his mother's elegant hand writing on the yellowed crumpled recylcled paper, one of the many materials hard to come by during a time like this. He sighed and rubbed his fingers along the black ink, wishing he could go back home to her loving arms. Spike folded the paper back up and tucked it away back in the pocket from which it had came from. He stood up, locking the cigarette between his lips, picking up his helmet and tucking it up under his left arm, and taking hold of the machine gun in the right. He walked towards the gates of the camp awaiting his new squad assignment.
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"1...2....3... BANG!" was All that went through Wolf's head as he fired, holding his breath to steady his aim, while firing at dummy targets at 100 yards away. Pulling the bolt back on his rifle, he exhaled and loaded another round in, after taking aim he held his breath and fired again, this round hitting it's mark of the dummy's head.
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Spike approached the shooting range, walking past many of the soldiers with poor aim earning them a lecture from the gunnery sergeant at the post. Spike continued to watch a lone sniper taking aim at a dummy and hitting the target of it's face. Spike's eye brow raised. He watched as the sniper pulled back the bolt and took aim again, firing and hitting the dummy in the same place in the head.
Spike lay the MG42 on the ground beside him and leaned against the fence. "Five marks says you can't hit the crotch." Spike bet, standing behind the sniper, a grin stretching across his face.
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Spike approached the shooting range, walking past many of the soldiers with poor aim earning them a lecture from the gunnery sergeant at the post. Spike continued to watch a lone sniper taking aim at a dummy and hitting the target of it's face. Spike's eye brow raised. He watched as the sniper pulled back the bolt and took aim again, firing and hitting the dummy in the same place in the head.
Spike lay the MG42 on the ground beside him and leaned against the fence. "Five marks says you can't hit the crotch." Spike bet, standing behind the sniper, a grin stretching across his face.
Getting up from his prone position, Wolf decided to raise the stakes "How about ten marks say I hit it in the crotch, twice in a row"
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Spike took a step forward and made a shocked face, jokingly. "Seriously!? You're on!" He said, pulling out his wager from his pocket, and holding the cash in his paws. He crossed his arms and waited for the sniper to make his move, some other soldiers looking over to watch what was going on.
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Going back into a prone position, Wolfgang adjusted the scope till he was satisfied and loaded a round, taking a deep breath, he sighted his rifle on the victim's crotch and fired, hitting it, reloading he fired again, this time much quicker and just barely hitting the crotch area.
"And i believe you owe me some money friend" Wolfgang said standing up
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Spike narrowed his eyes and handed over the cash. "That some gift you got there, soldier. What's you're name?" He asked picking his weapon back up and pulling it over his shoulder.
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Spike narrowed his eyes and handed over the cash. "That some gift you got there, soldier. What's you're name?" He asked picking his weapon back up and pulling it over his shoulder.
"I'm Wolfgang, and i dont think shooting a man in the crotch is a gift, but what's your name?"
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Spike pulled the cigarette from between his lips and flicked it away. "Spike... or Corporal Ingram...I'm waiting to be assigned into my new squad along with a few other new recruits. What about you? Do you have a squad yet?" Spike asked, pulling out a piece of stale bread from his ration and stuffing it in his mouth.
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A large amount of hubbub and rauccus was issuing from the entrance to the Wermracht bootcamp... Anyone who came close would find that all the noise was being made due to the fact that twenty LT-35 light tanks from the slovakian "fast armoured divsion" had just tried to roll through the gate.. when an officer had tried to stop them the lead tank had braked, forcing the next in line to swerve and had just rolled over a german made armoured car... Several Axis officers where shouting at the confused slovakians who spoke little to no German. The LT-35 reversed off the now pulversied armoured car and straight into a lampost, bringing it down in a cascade of broken glass.... officers tried to find just who was in command of the tank column, turned tank shambles...
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A loud crash rung ut through the camp. Spike whipped around to see the brigade of tanks which had just made their way into the front of the camp. He took off his helmet and stared at the scene at the gates, unsure whether to laugh or be upset. Spike looked back at Wolfgang. "Any idea who they might be?" He asked, looking between the tanks and the sniper.
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A loud crash rung ut through the camp. Spike whipped around to see the brigade of tanks which had just made their way into the front of the camp. He took off his helmet and stared at the scene at the gates, unsure whether to laugh or be upset. Spike looked back at Wolfgang. "Any idea who they might be?" He asked, looking between the tanks and the sniper.
"Must be that new Slovak tank brigade... judging by the flag on the side of the lead tank"
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Spike continued to spectate as the Slovaks were yelled at by the officers in command. He shook his head and looked back at Wolfgang. "Want to head over and check it out?" He asked, picking up the MG42, and waiting for Wolfgang to see if he would join in.
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"Why not, it'll be worth it to see someone get chewed out, nothing exciting here anymore" Wolfgang said, taking a cig out and not lighting it.
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Spike chuckled. "I thought you might. C'mon." He walked out of the shooting range with Wolf and down along the barracks and obstacles to the main gate. He stopped at a sandbag bunker facing the enterance, the two Wehrmacht soldiers were smoking over the MG42 at their post while they played a round of cards. "Seigefreid, you see what happend?" Spike asked, looking down at the wolf who was busy concentrating on his hand. "Didn't see it, heard it though." Seige replied. Spike laughed. "Why do they bother making you stand guard here if you don't even watch the main gate!?" Seige threw down a card before he looked up at Spike and Wolf. "I'm on break. That's why." Seige looked at Wolfgang. "Who's this, Spike?" Spike looked at Wolf. "This is Wolfgang...one hell of a sniper." Seige looked interested. "You get him to do the crotch shot?" He asked, looking back at Spike. "Ya." Spike replied. Seige smiled and looked back at Wolfgang. "I'm Seigefreid Hans, at your service!" He laughed.
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"WHO'S IN COMMAND HERE!?! no! NO! DONT TRY AND MOVE THE TANK!" The officer who had been shouting cringed as the driver of a tank tried to reverse and drove straight into a ditch, its treads spinning...
"oh god, give me srtength... WHO IS IN COMMAND HERE!?!"
The hatch of the leaad LT-38 clanged open and a young feline jumped out...
"good work lads! just a bit faster on the braking!"
He gave a jaunty thumbs up to the tank crews who all cheered, before he turned to the exhasperated officers.....
"are you in command here?!"
The lead officer looked shocked at such a young crew member in command
"err yes, does there appear to be a problem officer?"
The german officer stood flabgerghasted staring at the totall shambles at the front gate...
"YOU DO REALISE YOU ARE ADDRESING A SENIOR OFFICER!"
"yeah, sure you are... hey, ya got somewhere fer me n the lads ter park twenty tanks?"
The young feline seemed unphased by the outraged officer or the carnage he and his tank brigade had made...
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Cyrus is sitting in one of the Frigates under Dwight D. Eisenkuma's command, getting mentaly prepared for the coming conflict. "Cyrus, lets go get a drink before we make a dash into hell...whadda' ya say?" Cyrus snapped his eyes open and looked up at Orin, a wolf with onyx fur and a BAR strapped to his back. "Well, I guess a beer is fine, just don't go causing problems with the higher ups who also drink there....alright?" Cyrus said with a smirk and snicker.
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The rabbit looked around at the others, sitting at the uncomfortable mesh seats, rocking violently from the turbulence of the plane. The red glow bathes all of the jumpers as the first ones began to stand up, hooking up their lines. Jay nervously did the same, cringing slightly as each one jumped out of the plane in turn, the wind from the door blasting him in the face, making him squint. Finally it was his turn, the sergeant yelling at him to go; Jay close his eyes and stepped out of the moving plane. He pulls the rip-chord on the parachute, expecting to be slowed down like the other below him, but he was shocked to find that he was still plummeting at the same rate!
The rabbit searches for the back-up chute chord in a panic, pulling it sharply. He breaths a sigh of relief as he looks up and sees the back-up chute deploy. That is, until he's yanked uncomfortably from his falling speed, the harness digging into him in all the wrong places. When he finally makes it to the ground, he releases the harness and reforms with his squad, his breathing is harder now - he thinks he might have bruised a rib or two. Davis, standing next to Jay, pats the rabbit on the back, "Those back-up chutes ain't made for comfort". Jay nods slowly, looking around at the quiet night. 'If I got hurt in training', the lapine thought, 'I don't want to think about doing this under fire...'
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The young feline pushed past the shouting german officers, jumping onto the side of the LT-38 and standing up..
"COMRADES! WE COME IN PEACE!"
There whas a large amount of laughter and sniggering from the slovakian tank crews most of whom where of the wildcat species and most of which where smoking nip...
"AND NOW.... and now... umm..."
Kitt stood scratching one ear absent mindedly...
"and now... meh, who cares what now.. tank crews dismissed!"
Jumping down from the tank he leant against one of the heavy treads....
"germany peoples! anyone know when we'l be gettin trainin?"
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"Slovak rookies.... I swear they get more dangerous everyday" Wolf muttered after introducing himself to the other German who appreciates crotch blasting.
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Spike shook his head in disapproval. "You know what? Maybe that's just what we need." Spike said, hopping over the sandbag bunker. "Where you going Corporal?" Seigefreid asked after shaking hands with Wolfgang. Spike didn't stop when he replied. "To find out what they're doing here!" Spike yelled back. Spike walked up to the officer in command and stuck up his right arm in salute. "Sir! Corporal Ingram reporting, perhaps I could help these lost Slovaks!?" The officer narrowed his eyes at Spike then looked at the wild bunch. "You have 10 minutes to get this sorted out, Corporal." The officer said, leaving Spike with the tanks. Spike looked back at the tank commander, the wild cat in the hatch as young as he was. Spike pointed at Kitt. "You! Come down here!"
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Kitt punched the driver of the tank lightly on the arm before jumping down from the tank.. "yessir... Poročik Kitt at your disposal sah.." Kitt got a snigger from one of the tank crew when he put on a phoney russian accent, looking up he kicked the side of the tank causing the crewman to almost fall out of the turret....
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Spike looked at the slovak up and down. "I need you to get your crew off the road and into the southern forest outside the camp. They'll watch for any resistance or Allied forces, word has it that some American's parachuted in around that area so tell them to keep sharp. You, on the otherhand, will remain here with me and we'll get you sorted out first and your crew later on." He looked past Kitt at the tanks lined up. "There don't have to be any further problems." He said, placing his hands behind his back.
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"tracks spinning, get it moving! off the road, down south! keep yer ears out!"
Kitt shouted at the line of tanks, all of which started off with rumbles, and drove out onto the road in a ragtag line.. he then turned back to the officer in front of him..
"remain with you sir, gotcha.."
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Spike laughed. "Don't call me Sir. The name's Corporal Ingram...or Spike, the heavy machine gunner." He said, walking away and expecting Kitt to follow. "You and your crew will be trained here before being sent to the front with the new recruits as well as myself. I cannot promise that you will remain with them but that is not my concern. It is up to the General. Be respectful of those around you and maybe you won't have such a bad time...and don't try to get yourself killed. We ship out in a few days." He said, walking leisurely through the camp gates.
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Kitt followed spike through the camp gates, stopping only for a second to take a swig from a hip-flask.. "well, glad to see some action finally... we've rolled all the way here from slovakia Comrade... uh, im just curious, will me and my company be fighting on foot or track? we are proficient in both if need be.... though we are an armoured company for a reason... corporal..."
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"Well solider, that isn't up to me, it's up the the Chief over there in the office who put's companies together. I am like you, I know about as much as you do, and like you, I am just a solider as well." Spike looked over to the two soldiers he'd left in the bunker. "Come with me, there's a couple guys I want you to meet." Spike lead him over to Wolfgang and Seigefreid. "Poročik Kitt," he said in a perfect slovak accent, "this is Wolfgang, sniper, and Seigefried, rifleman." He looked to the unfamiliar fox that had been playing cards with Seige earlier, the name escaping him. "Daniel Diederich." The fox said, noticing that Spike had forgotten. Daniel didn't talk much, but he had a story around these parts, some kind of war hero and was 3 years older than Spike. Some say he spent 2 weeks out in the woods without food or water to ambush an entire British convoy on his own with nothing but a machine pistol. Daniel stared at the wild cat in the eyes, expressionless.
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"sounds about right, the high-ups is always the first ta know.." Kitt followed Spike down into the sandbag bunker and gave a mock salute as he was introduced... "Comrad".... He stared straight back into the fox's eyes as long as he could, before he couldnt resist it and winked.. "you have a good accent Corporal"
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Spike pulled the cigarette out from between his lips. "Danke. I lived a Slovakia for a few years of my childhood." He said, looking over to the tent sent up to assign squads. A loud speaker boomed, "Physischer Ingramreport zu den Gruppeenzelten sofort, physisches Ingram zu den Gruppeenzelten!" Spike sighed. "They're calling me in for my new squad." He said beginning to walk away. "I'll be right back guys." He said, leaving Kitt with Wolfgang, Seige, and Daniel.
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"How the heck did Spike get the loyalty of a tank company in the course of 5 minutes" Wolfgang asked to no one in particular
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Kitt looked over at Wolfgang "you think i have loyalty to any of you? im sorry but you must be mistaken, i have loyalty only to my homeland and my men. We fight for the highest bidder, and it seems Corporal Spike is the highest bidding officer who has a sense of humour around here..." Kitt pulled out his hip-flask of rationed Pear brandy and took a swig before holding it out to Wolgang indicating for him to have a try...
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Seigefreid looked at Kitt while pulling out a small tin ration and prying it open with his claws. "You think fighting for someone with a sense of humour is going to keep you alive? I'll tell you want Spike is doing...He only wants to be friends...You know why? Because friends are what keep you alive on the battlefield. Friends watch out for one another. Being loyal to someone is the same as saying you're willing to die for them...And I am willing to die for those who would die for me. What are friends for?" Seige finished, pulling out a piece of salted meat and popping it into his mouth. Daniel looked at Seigefried with a look of interest, then back at Kitt. "You guys know what I heard? The Corporal over there lost his entire squad in an artillary strike. They say he used his best friend's body as a shield when the bombs were falling. The medics spent five days picking bone fragments out of Ingram's chest." Daniel looked at Seigefried. "Friends give the enemy something else to shoot at."
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Rejecting the Slovak's offer for liquor, Wolf takes out a good ol' Heineken and chugs away. "I just met you people, and if my sniping keeps someone alive I feel like i'm doing good"
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Kitt watched the fox as he spoke, before taking a final swig of the liqour, screwing on the cap and shoving back into his tank legion uniform... "i see ya know how too talk the talk.... and most likely walk the walk.... and i understand ya good, i may look like a rookie, aand thats cos i am really.... but i know when i need my friends.. i gotta tank fullov em! when youre pinned down by shells, ready to die any second, a friend be the only thing that's stop ya goin insane..." Kitt leant against the bunker wall and watched the three, interested...
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Seigefreid sighed. "Corporal Ingram's a good man and a good soldier. If you ask me, I think he doesn't belong here...nobody does." He said, looking down. "I'd let that man use my body anyday...even if it meant keeping him alive one second longer."
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Kitt nodded "Rotňik Zavier, feline just like meself.. my gunner, he lives just up the hill from me, got an orchard... pears, plums... you name it... come the war, we got conscripted, both of us we went into the armoured legion... just so happens ive got the stuff to become a hot-shot Poročik.. none of us wanna be here... im a farm worker, a woodsman... i go tree fellin, i bring in the wheat harvest... " Sighing Kitt ruffled back his fur with one paw as he dragged his palm across his head...
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Seigefreid listened to Kitt in interest. Story telling was one of his favorite pass times during war. It helped him get a better understanding of the men he was fighting along side with. Seigefreid would never know it, but Daniel shared the exact same views as he did and would end up writing a book about his times at war if he survived. Seiegfreid looked up, Spike was already coming back, a paper in hand and a slight smile across his face. "Looks like we got some news headed our way." Seige said, looking at the approaching Corporal.
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"and there was this one time... cold winter as ever... minus twenty during the day! jeez, the coal lines where severed from Russia and the crops had been bad.... or this other time when we went up to the mountains... ran into a brown bear!" Turning to see the approaching Corporal Kitt gave the slovakian salute to show at least some officialness or respect...
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Spike walked over to the bunker where'd he'd left from, looking into the eyes of Wolfgang, Kitt, Seigefreid, and Daniel. "Men..." he said, holding up a piece of paper, "we are an official squad surving under the Third Reich." He said with a hint of a smile. "Wolfgang, you're our sniper; Seigefreid, rifleman; Daniel, rifleman; and Kitt...Support Gunner along with me on heavy machine gun." He said, slapping the rolled up paper in his paws. "We move out tomorrow with the rest of the companies to hold down a beach in Normandy, they say their are sorry about the short notice but the Allies have planned an offensive attack. In addition to that, we will have another member of our squad joining us shortly, a private who just transferred in. He will be our medic..." He looked around at his squad. "Any questions?"
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"yeah, im supposing that the rest of my tank's crew will be coming with me?.... other than that i just need to promote one of my other officers for my tank legion....." Kitt looked round at the several men who he would have to fight, and possibly die for....
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Cyrus is now at the bar, drinking the occasional beer, not planning to get tanked on a frigate. "Can't believe they picked our unit to do the invasion, we've never even seen actual combat..." Cyrus chuckled and patted Orin on the back. "Makes the bragging rights all the better when we put those Nazi bastards in their place, right?" Orin smiled and nodded before going back to his bloody mary. Attention crew and recruits, we will be reaching Normandy in exactly 1 1/2 days, repeat, we will be reaching Normandy in exactly 1 1/2 days....
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Spike looked at Kitt, unsure. He looked at the paper with the name's of the squad members. "Sorry Kitt, I don't see anything here about your tank crew." He frowned. "I think you'll have to put someone else in charge because you're comin' with us." Spike said.
From behind Spike, a coyote with a helmet with a painted red cross on it came running up. Spike stopped and turned around to look at the young coyote who saluted. "Private Schenck reporting Sir!" He carried no weapon, only bags of bandages and medical supplies. Spike looked at the soldier up and down. "You're our guy?" Spike asked. "Yes Sir." Schenck replied. Spike looked at the rest of his squad and cracked a smile.
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Jay sat with some of the older soldiers, listening intently to their banter but not really joining in. Davis, as usual, was in the center of the group, weaving one of his stories from 'back home', the group couldn't help but be enthralled. The rabbit though, let his mind wonder as his friend (the only one he'd been able to make so far in this unit; the lapine being the youngest one there) continued his story. Jay's mind drifted over the invasion, the date had seemed so far away when he had first joine and he had been so excited and willing to be in the thick of it, in the 'glory of battle' as the recruitment posters had put it. But now... with all of his training and preparations, the date had zoomed up on him almost unexpectedly.
Worry began to eat at his insides, while his companions all looked so relaxed. Though he couldn't be quite sure, he knew at least that he too looked relaxed - though that was only a mask, a brave face he put forward for the rest of the unit, so that they wouldn't worry too much about their youngest, most fresh-faced soldier. He couldn't help but wonder if the others were doing the same, or if they were truly comfortable. They would be shipping out tomorrow and that scared him, scared him a whole lot more than he was letting on.
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Kitt smiled back as he looked the coyote up and down... before turning back to spike "s'fine... they'l fight well with, or without me... and there are plenty rookies who are more than eager to take command when im gone... so Schneck... you ever been in a firefight before? ever had to tie together the bloodied remains of a man, ever had to... " kitt caught Spike's eye and stopped in his tracks... "ahem, i mean... you been a medic long then?"
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Schenck looked at Kitt and thought for a moment. "Uhm...about 6 months." He said, reaching under his helmet to scratch his head. "I've seen some nasty things though, mostly severed arms and legs, an artillary shell lodged through a man's torso, that sort of thing." He crossed his arms. "There was this one guy I knew from another company who I travled with during the winter in Soviet Russia. He got frostbite on his toes, turned to gangrene, had to amputate. Not the easiest to do when you're freezing to death with no sleep. It ended up getting infected and he eventually died of it. I skinned him, used his fur as a coat and I ate the rest. I made it on my own to the next post a few days later coming in with a few close calls with Red Army units...but I got by." Schenck said, a small grin hiding behind his cheeks.
The oud speaker boomed. "Aufmerksamkeit! Alle zugewiesenen Maßeinheiten berichten die Zugyards sofort! Alle zugewiesenen Maßeinheiten zu den Zugyards!!!" Soldiers in small groups began to run out of their barracks and from all around. They were armed and ready for battle. Spike looked at his squad and what they had. "Gather weapons, ammo, food, and water. Travel light, we're heading out." He said, picking up the MG42 off the sandbags. Seigefried and Daniel picked up their rifles and stuffed bandoliers into the pouches on their uniforms. Spike had his ammo wrapped in containers which he clipped to his belt.
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"sounds like a story that many shall want to hear from you comrade... but for now it seems we're moving out.."
Kitt jumped from the bunker and sauntered off to a slovakian Prada Truck, climbing in the back he was greeted by several slovakian soldiers, most of whom where feline... He started to rummage through the mess of slovakian weaponry including a stripped down and yet miraculously still working howitzer25 and stacks of grenades...
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Spike slung the heavy machine gun over his shoulder and looked back at his squad, all prepared and waiting for battle. Spike noticed Kitt was not among them "KITT! Hurry up!" He yelled. "We're moving out!" He called, strapping potato masher grenades to his combat vest along the coils of bullets. Soldiers were scrambling to get to the train cars as they were being loaded. German Panzers were moving out with the other tank crews and officer's were barking orders to those who were slowing them down.
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"The Yankees finally launched an offensive?" Wolfgang asked, wondering who he was going to have to kill.
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Spike turned at answer Wolfgang. "It looks like it. The Americans will be making their way into Normandy from the beach any day now."
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"present and ready to fight for mother ru... i mean germany sir!" Kitt had jumped out of the back of the Prada RV truck as it rumbled past, kicking up dust, the driver grinding through the gears... A PTRS anti-tank rifle slung over his back, folded up to half the size, large 15mm ammunition clips across his chest. And also carrying the new SVT40 a soviet self loading rifle, so far only issued to NCO's such as Kitt, and prized marksmen...
"HOY! SDRAVTUS!"
Kitt slammed a paw onto the drivers door, and after a brief conversation the grumbling driver handed over a bag of catnip and a hipflask of Hruskovica before slamming the gear stick forwards and rumbling away almost hitting a shocked Panzer tank and swerving off down the road...
Turning back towards Spike Kitt picked up a quick run, easily compensating for the weight of the anti-tank rifle which had been stripped down to make it as light as possible...
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The plane rumbled, the constant turbulence never giving them a silent moment. Jay had his eyes closed, awaiting their arrival in Normandy. Polsky, across from the rabbit, was trying to make him uncomfortable, "...and then if the FlaK 88's don't get us while we're in the plane, they could still shred your chute and send you straight down." he makes a falling gesture with his paw, opening his fist as it hits his leg, as if to say 'splat'.
Though he was worried about the jump, the lapine was more worried about after the landing. It finally dawned on him that he really didn't know if he could kill another person...
He fidgets with one of his long ears, trying to get a little sleep - it would still be many hours before they reached the shores of Normandy, and then another hour or two before they reached their drop zone.
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Spike waited for Kitt to catch up. Daniel and Seigefreid continued towards the line up for boarding the train while soldiers at the front of the line were loaded into the box cars and pulled in crates of ammo and atrillary. "I really hope this train isn't thrown off by some lucky air strike." Seigefreid said, a little upset he had to board another train to get to the next post he and the rest of the squad would be guarding. "Defending an entire beach won't be easy either." Daniel said back. The squad was put in the line and awaited to board the train.
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"defending a whole beach?" Kitt gave an appreciative whistle.. "thats gonna take some doing..." Holding the SV rifle in the crook of one arm he pulled on an old regulation NCo helmet, much like the italian hemlet but with a blu trim and the slovakian emblem across the front... Once he had the helmet on he checked over all the ammo before hoisting both weapons across his back and waiting in line with the others...
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"We're they gonna land sir, what beach? And what sort of terrain do we have for our forces?" Wolf asked, hoisting up his Mauser and checking the bolt.
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"Attention crew and soldiers, Normandy is within five hours from our current location. Prepare for, and prepare to give those Nazi's hell!!" the intercom sounded as Cyrus woke up from his bunk bed, and he kicked the top of the bunk to wake up Orin. "Come on Orin, we've gotta get ready for the landing at Normandy." Orin groaned before falling out of the bunk bed and onto all fours on the cabin floor. "Can't I just have one more hour of peace before we get ready for this?" Cyrus was already dressed and almost smacked Orin to the ground with a palm to the back. "Only if you want to be left with all the sailors who havn't seen a woman in over two years..." Orin quickly got the message and began to get ready.
Time 'till D-Day: 4 hours and 40 minutes.
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When Spike and the squad were seated in the last train car, the doors were shut and Spike turned to answer Wolfgang. "Omaha Beach? I was there once when I was young. Real nice place, sand, really open but there's a large hillside facing the Channel that's probably where we'll be defending from. I can't say, but we'll find out for sure when we get there." The was a sudden shake of the train car as it began to move.
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The train Carriage rumbled and shook as they passed through the countryside, Kitt turned to spike and listened to him talk to Wolfgang.. "ya know... ive never seen the sea before... slovakias landlocked... funny.. first time im gonna see the beach and im gonna be fighting on it... well life is and life does my comrade"...
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"You guys think we'll have some time left after for sun tanning?" Seigefreid asked jokingly. Spike lit up a cigarette and look at the rest of his squadmen. "I dunno about you guys but whethere we have time or not, I'm getting some beach time in for myself. I ain't going off to defend some beach if I don't get time to enjoy it after." He said, laughing.
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Normandy within sight, all platoons report to the deck!! the intercom said, but Cyrus was already in one of the boats with Orin. "If we make it out of this, I'm beating you for dragging me into this war..." "We didn't even know eachother before the war..." this only seemed to agitate Orin more "I still want to take it out on you!". More soldiers from their platoon piled into the boat, and as they were driving towards the beach, Cyrus took out his Springfield and aimed at some Nazis who were lounging as the Battleship arrived. "Lets give them a little wake-up call, shall we?" all the other soldiers were in their positions, and as someone came to inform them of the allies arrival, Cyrus took the messenger out in a single shot before ducking back into the transport.
"All is fair in love and war, even though I might not live long enough to verify love" Cyrus said with laughter as he put his Springfield away.
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Other than the sound of train wheels screeching along the tracks, it was quiet as the train neared it desitnation at Omaha beach. There were soldiers there already setting up mortar nests and Flak 88's. Spike would be placed in a murder hole in one of the bunkers, his squad most likely along side him. The thought of how many American ships that were going to unload onto the beach made him take off his helmet and scratch his head. The train's horn boomed. They were near the beach and within minutes, be unloaded onto it's sands.
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"Alright men, we're making this jump at night! You've all done this plenty of times in the past and this time is no different, the invasion has already begun and the Nazi's will have their forces focussed on the beach; our mission is to drop in about 5 clicks behind the German lines, breaking their supply lines and making sure that no reinforcements can reach the beach, you got that?" There is are shouts of approval and nods from the men as they settle back into the mesh seats. For the rabbit, it had been a long time since he had tuned out the roar of the plane's engines, keeping silent as the men conversed in shouts around him and then during their Lieutenant's speech. He shifted, looking around at the other paratroopers, wondering which of them would be alive in 24 hours time...
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"war of atttrition.." Kitt spat over the side of the train carriage onto the rumbling tracks... "i hate it... always keep movin... never let em stab you in the back... well if the high-ups say this is what they want.. this is what they'l get..." putting two fingers to his helmet, and then to his rifle he whispered under his breath in slovak... "may my armour save me.. my rifle kill them... i fight for my country's people... and i best not let them down..."
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The train shuddered to a stop. It was quiet outside. A whistle blew and one at a time, the doors of the train cars slid open. Soldiers poured out from their own cars while they hustled around carrying weapons and ammunation. Spike, Daniel, and Seigefreid hopped off the train car and looked around. Spike squinted his eyes in the blaring sun. He noticed the beach was unrecognizable since his childhood. The sands were stained black with axel grease and the rolling hills were scattered with machine gun nests and bunkers. He looked out to sea, the faint distant bumps of American ships on the horizon. He turned around and waited for the rest of his squad.
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"and by the people of my republic... the people i defend with my life... i shall not die this day... and if i do die this day... i will die with a rifle in my paw... and the fire of a hundred slovaks in my heart.... for the motherland... and for freedom!"
Kitt finished the last murmured sentence and pushing his helmet back out of his eyes he stood and followed Spike and Seigfried out of the car, ignoring the looks he was getting from the other german troops at the fact he was wearing a slovakian helmet and uniform....
"dont get me wrong here spike... but i do believe im rather unwelcome with some of the troops here..." winking he slung the PTRS over his shoulder along with his SVT-40 rifle and stood at Spikes side staring out at sea.... and the dark behemoths that where the allied destroyers...
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Spike shot a glare at the Germans still in the car that eyed Kitt. "There's no room in this army for childish attittude. We will all fight and die for the Third Reich." He said, looking back at Kitt. "Let's move. We need to get set up." He said, carrying the MG42 over his shoulder and turned to walk down the muddy road to the machine gun bunkers.
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"y'sir..." Kitt followed Spike off down the road, thick dark mud splashing up with every soldiers trudging step... a funeral march, every one of them knew they could be walking towards their deaths...
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Jumping out from the train car, Wolfgang ran towards the murder hole following the squad, sighting the American ships, he notted the ones that carried armor.
"Looks like the two transports on the left have some sort of tank, probably nothing compared to our Panzers and Panthers." Wolf muttered, still scoping out the Americans, when he spotted some on a ship fire at the front line troops.
"Incomming fire sir!" Wolf yelled, as the boom of Flak 88s and Pak 40s rang in his ears.
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When Cyrus' transport hit the beach, the door fell down and Orin pulled Cyrus to the back as the first ten men in the front were gunned down in an instant. "Those who charge first are often the ones to die first, or was the history of Troy just a story to you?" Cyrus huffed at him before taking aim into one of the pill boxes, capping a nazi by aiming just over the barrel of the machine gun. It stopped shooting for a good few moments before it began to fire again. "I took one out, but they've got reserve gunners so when I shoot one down, run for your life"
Orin nodded and rallied a few soldiers with him as Cyrus took aim again...
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Seeing the American Marksman (Cryus) take aim at Sergi, he fires a shot, knocking the Yankee's helmet off.
"Sergi, get down, sniper has a bead on you!" he yelled as Sergi went prone, covered by the sandbags, but able to fire down.
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Spike set up the bipod of the MG42 on the snadbag bunker and opened the top hatch of the weapon, he fit on a chain of bullets andshut it closed. He pulled the lever back and held the chain up with his left hand and held the trigger with his right. He took aim at an American landing boat. The hatch lowered and the roar of the weapon sounded. Spike fired, eliminating the soldiers in the front row. As the bodies fell, one row after another was killed. Some jumped over the sides to save themselves. Spike already knew how deep those waters were. More than half would drown. Spike turned to Seigefreid, Daniel and Kitt. "Amerikaner!!! Eintragfaden! Eintragfaden!" He ordered. He turned back to the beach and fired. A mortar crew next to Spike were scrambling to load rounds into the tube.
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"Dang, he ducked out of my range....and my hats gone!!" Cyrus grabbed his helmet and made a dash with Orin, hoping the gunman wouldn't see them make a run for the hedgehogs on the beach to avoid gunfire...
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Spike turned to Seigefreid, Daniel and Kitt. "Amerikaner!!! Eintragfaden! Eintragfaden!" He ordered
"WHAT?!"
Kitt ducked as a shell from a small destroyer impacted just above their position...
"SPIKE! I DONT SPEAK FLUENT GERMAN!" (Kitt had been speaking in a mix of german and slovak words when he couldnt remember the german so far)
Looking from Spike to the americans he understood well enough and pulled out the anti-tank rifle... locking the bulky clip into the weapon he pulled back on the loading mechanism... satisfied with the loud ka-chunk... before lying prone on the sandbags... he fired three times in quick succesion... the large callibre rounds passing through the armoured lander with ease killing the driver.... the lander veered left into another, both ground to a halt on the beach.. men struggling to climb out of the wreckage....
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Spike swiveled the gun over to the tank Kitt had forced the Americans out of. He began to fire, picking them off as the struggled to climb off. There was a thud from behind him. He turned around to see that a grenade had landed right at his feet. He immediately picked it up and threw it back, having it detonate in the sand below the ridge.
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"The amour has made it ashore!" A soldier yelled. Spike stopped firing and looked over the sandbags. A sherman tank taking aim at his bunker. He looked back at Kitt. "KITT GET OUT!!!" Spike dove out of the bunker and into a imact crater. There was a boom in the distance followed by a large deffening explosion. Spike was sprayed with the blood of one of the soldiers operating the mortar while the other's legs were blown off and he landed next to Spike where he screamed in pain.
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Kitt had dived out of the bunker, several seconds after spike... several seconds was all it took.... caught in the shrapnel and heat of the exploding bunker, it tore at him like tendrils of flame as he jumped and rolled... landing beside Spike he wiped a copious amount of blood from the side of his face and leg..... Swearing he loaded another round into the PTRS, and bringing the weapon up to his shoulder swung the barrel round to the Sherman. The first shot hit the armour plating and ricocheted, the second caught in the tracks sending a link flying, the third smashed one of the main drive wheels into smithereens... Grinding to a halt the main turret swiveled round, machinegun brought to bear against the foolhardy feline....
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Spike's weapon had been destroyed in the blast. His machine gun was in pieces and he was without a weapon. He looked over at a MP40 that was lying in the sand and crawled over to it. There was a huge explosion, the Americans had blown a hole in the seawall and were now advancing up the beach to the hillside. Spike grabbed the gun and crawled back to Kitt. "Where are the others!?"
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Kitt ducked as the sherman released a volley of machingun fire... it couldnt move because of the ruined track and so was of little danger now... he turned to Spike as he hugged the mud, bullet thumping into the ground around them before a panzershrek caught the sherman in a ball of flames and shrapnel...
"No idea sir! pinned down like us i would imagine!"
Kitt ducked down low again as bullet whizzed past with blinding speed... Raising the SVT-40 rifle to his shoulder the weapon released a serioes of sharp cracks, Kitt fired off several shots in rapid succesion. The new russian auto-reloader making it easy work, three Americans fell to the ground by the sea wall... one dead, another probably injured, the last ducking for his life...
"recomend we pull back before we get caught in a pincer sir?"
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Cyrus poked his head out of the hedgehog, and took aim at the Nazi cat who just shot at his comrades. "What goes around... comes around" during the pause, Cyrus shoot the rifle out of the cat's hands as well as inflicting a wound on one of his hands, hopefully disabling his use of rifles. He then ducked back under the hedgehog and saw Orin and two other soldiers still waiting for the turret fire to die down.
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Spike watched as Kitt's weapon was shot out of his grip, another bullet tearing through his paw and causing him to scream in pain. Spike held his helmet to his head as he hugged the mud and looked around for Schneck, their medic. The coyote was treating a wounded soldier a dozen yards away. "MEDIC" Spike yelled. Schneck turned his head and rushed over to Spike. "Sir!?" He asked. Spike pointed at Kitt and the coyote nodded. He crawled over to Kitt and pulled out his first aid kit. "Fall back to the bunker!" Spike yelled, pointing at the cement bunker that housed a Flak 88.
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" DO RITI! left hands buggered.... agh that hurts!" Kitt allowed the coyote to bandage up his paw, a few stray bullets making contact with mud or concrete around them... "all patched up n' ready to fight you slovakian feline!" Kitt gave an appreciative nod, and ducking as another bullet burrowed into the mud beside him grabbed the rifle from the mud with his right hand paw, and with the PTRS heavy rifle slung over his shoulder he made his splashing way towards the bunker, mud fountaing up as bullets screamed hot death raound them...
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Seeing the sniper fired again, Wolfgang prepared to fire, this time to hit him for the kill, but and explosion knocked him off balance and he missed. "Cpl. how ya doin back there!" he called to Spike.
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Spike was dragging Seigefreid by his belt to the bunker. "I've been better!!!" He made it over to the cement bunker with Daniel and Seigefried. Daniel hopped over the sandbags while Spike had to drag the slow Seigefreid. The Americans were slowly making their way up the ridge. Spike spotted a small unit of Americans who'd been the first to make it to the top. They immediately began to fire at German forces while soldiers recieving fire ducked below the trenches. Daniel took aim with his bolt action and fired, killing one and injuring another. Another American spotted Daniel and returned fire from a machine gun. Siegefreid ducked below the sandbags and hugged the ground. Spike took aim with the MP40 and began to fire. Before long, the three men were out of ammo. "What now!?" Siegefreid yelled. Spike and Daniel didn't answer. They both drew pistols and continued to fire while more and more Americans made it to the top.
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Kitt had been caught in the return fire from the Americans as he ran for the bunker, he crawled through the mud, bullets sprayed around him.... reaching the five metre mark to the bunker he pulled himself to his feet and made a final desperate splashing run for safety.... A shout rose up from the American positions and several gunners aimed for the running figure..... Bullets ricocheted aorund him, some spraying up mud and concrete, the worst throwing up blood as they conected with flesh....
Finally making it to the bunker Kitt fell a metre from the doorway, dragging himself in he fell against the bunker wall, biting his lip in agoony until it bled.....
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Cyrus noticed there was no turret fire focused on his group, he glanced at the cliff and then motioned his unit to move from hedgehog to hedgehog until they reached a rope that would let them climb up the wall. Cyrus took up a sniping position and waited for any Nazis that would try and stop his unit's acent up the cliff.
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They were clean out of bullets. Spike looked around. He fixed upon mortar shells packaged in wooden crates. "Those mortar rounds! We can use them without the tubes!" Daniel looked at Spike as if he was crazy. "What? HOW!?" Spike broke the top of the crate open and took on in his paw. "Use priming wire..." He pulled the wire out of the bottom and slammed it down against the floor. He tossed it to Daniel. "Heave it!" Daniel pulled back his arm and threw the shell. It arched upward in the air and came back down, exploding on impact as dirt and debris flew into the air. It had blown the legs off an American and killed another. Both Daniel and Spike continued to repeat the motion trying to hold off the advance.
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Cyrus took out two nazis that were attempting to shoot down his unit while they were climbing, he then followed them up the rope as they provided cover fire. In a few minutes, his entire squad had made it up the cliff, and were establishing one of the safest routes up the cliff.
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Kitt pulled himself to his feet, paw clutched to his helmet as blood poured down the side of his head.... staggering over to Spike he shouted to him "sir! i advise we give up this position! we've held em off long enough sir! we have to pull back now!"
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Spike stopped and walked over to Kitt. Dirt and sand fell onto their helmets from the ceiling from the vibration of bombs. "And what do you suppose we do, Kitt?" Seigefreid, Daniel, and Schneck all gathered around Spike and Kitt to listen. "Are you saying we should abandon this post? And if we do, where do we go? There's nothing but empty fields and woods beyond that hillside." Spike pointed out one of the gunslits to the horizon. "We can run but not for long..." Spike narrowed his eyes and looked back at the advancing Americans as the fight was brought to the trenches outside the bunker. They were shooting soldiers as they ran for their lives and setting fire to the machine gun nests, burning Wermacht alive. Spike took off his helmet and looked at his squad. "...Let's go."
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Cut off from the squad, Wolfgang continued to fight, shooting the gastanks of a flamethrower trooper and causing his volatile weapon to explode, taking some of his buddies with him in a dangerous shrapnel backed fireball.
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"yes... i say we should abandon post.... it is fool who holds when it is so obvious we will all die.... what purpose will you serve in dying now?! what will it achieve!?"
Kitt watched as the Americans advanced up the hillside.... turning to Spike...
"good... lets go..."
Dropping his empty anti-tank rifle in the mud he ran to the doorway... any unnecesary weight should be left, his PTR-S rifle he'd keep, extra weight maybe, but he wanted a weapon by his side... ducking as a shell impacted nearby he turned to the others, waiting for the signal to run...
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Cyrus noticed a group of Nazis getting ready to run from the battle and motioned for his unit to chase them down while the Allies continue securing the beach-head. As soon as they got away from most of the shooting, Cyrus got on his knee and aimed at the one who all of the others were crowding around.
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Spike and Seigefreid dropped their weapons but kept their empty pistols. Daniel had kept his MP40 and still had three clips left. The unit kept most of their essentials such as rations and canteens and stood in the doorway of the bunker. Spike looked back at Wolfgang who was still in the fight. "Wolfgang, let's go!" He called into the bunker while he was still firing through the murder holes. Spike flinched as chunks of cement exploded from the wall to him from the impact of Allied bullets. Daniel, Seigefreid, and Schneck clampered through the doorway to the sunlight, laying low once outside to avoid fire. The coyote rubbed the top of his helmet to make the large red cross blatantly clear to the Americans that he was a medic unarmed and praying that he would not be shot at. Spike took a final look at Wolfgang "Wolfgang, displace!" Spike yelled before turning to leave with the rest of the squad. "GO!" The squad jumped to their feet and began to sprint for their lives. Daniels had gotten to his feet and began laying down covering fire as he ran. He concentrated most of his aim at a black dragon taking aim at Kitt.
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Hearing the CPL's orders too late, Wolfgang tried to run, but an artillery shell landed in front of him and made him hit the deck. "Sir, Can't make it, go on without me I'll catch up with you guys in one of the frontier towns or outposts!"
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Daniel caughts sight of Wolfgang and looked between the retreating and the fallen man. Daniel was hesistant but he never left a man behind. He instantly ran back to Wolfgang, dodging bullets and artillery and dragged him to his feet by the belt. "No! You're coming with us!" He said, slinging the machine gun over his left shoulder he bent over and pulled Wolfgang's arms over his right shoulder. He ran with him, firing at the Americans with his left hand and supporting Wolfgang in the other.
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Cyrus persued after them, switching from his springfield to his thompson and firing short bursts at the Nazi soldier, trying to make sure he didn't get away to kill more of his countrymen another day.
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Shiro peeked out of his Sherman as it advanced up the hill. The mouse was sure that there was no way the nazis would win this.
"Load another shell you half-wits!" the mouse called to his crew, brandishing his Thompson wilidly. His crew were a little scared of the mouse captin, soley for his reputation for the most hairbrained schemes ever concieved. Luckly they worked most of the time.
Shiro rallied his crew and the Sherman, "Eliza", kept moving towards a nazi bunker, machine guns blazing.
(Mouse version of my character.)
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Spike made it to the woods, his crew not far behind. He ran his way around several obstacles of barbed wire and old artillary that was out of commission. This seemed to be the dumping ground for the leftovers for the beach defenses. Spike, Schnek, and Seigefreid all ran without looking back. Daniel was still behind with Wolfgang trying to outrun the American dragon that persued them. Spike had kept running and actually did look back. In doing this, he'd lost his footing and fell from a piece of metal catching his boot laces. He lay there in the dirt and leaves surrounded by rusting hedgehogs and he listened. The sound of heavy boots stomping on the ground around him along with the sound of a machine gun following close behind echoed through the forest. Spike closed his eyes and hugged the floor.
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Kitt kept running, crashing through the undergrowth... machingun fire sounded, bullets tracing lines of death through the leaves and mud... one caught him in the leg, falling with a shout he clutched the wound, even as the sound of running soldiers neared... Dragging himself to a tree he leant against the trunk, eyes screwed up in pain... An american soldier stood over him, weapon aimed to his forehead, he seemed curious, looking from the helmet to uniform insignia....
"dont shoot! please... dont shoot!"
Kitt cried out, abject terror across his face, silently thanking his grandfather a hundred times for teaching him what english he knew... The soldier shouted somthing back, pointing his gun straight at Kitt... even as an officer approached along with several more american soldiers.... Kitt saw this through a haze of pain, clutching his leg crimson blood soaked his uniform... his helmet falling into the dark, churned up earth... the blue stripe and white slovakian symbol streaked with mud....
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Cyrus caught the soldier before he executed the odd looking Nazi. "We've got at least two of them, get them back to the beachhead for questioning, and patch up that Nazi's wound. Can't have him dying before we start interrogation, now can we?" Cyrus then went back to tailing the others, shooting at them through the the forest, as Orin walked over to what seemed to be the Nazi commander and dragged him back to the new camp. "None of you better be getting any ideas about executing them, we'll get more information from the living than the dead!"
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Wolfgang took one look back, before aiming in and firing and wounding the trooper who had his gun to Kitt, before turning tail and getting away.
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"YEAH! That is how we drive off the krauts in MY world!" Shiro shouted from the top of his tank enthusiastically. His tank then became the makeshift base, being one of the last tanks still operable after the artillery bombardment.
"Get the commander on the hook and tell him we kicked those Krauts off the beach!"
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Spike was dragged to his feet by one of the Americans. The soldier had ordered him to march. He didn't say anything as he walked but he'd hoped the rest of the squad got away. He looked over at Kitt who was wounded in the leg. Spike was at a loss for words. Instead of saying anything, he only looked down and away.
Seigefreid, Daniel, and Schneck kept running along with Wolfgang. They hoped they could make it to then next checkpoint where they could shoot the pursuing American soldier. Daniel was praying in his mind that they wouldn't run straight into a mindfield. The woods leading away from the beach were filled with them.
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Kitt picked up his helmet as an American soldier bound his leg, clipping it to his belt he stood... he caught Spike's eye, watched him look away.... Spitting onto the mud, blood and saliva mixing he put his paws behind his head, muttering sarcastically in slovak... "nice day at the beach"
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Shiro jumped out of the tank and looked around. He didn't see any officers of any type still alive so he took charge over the soldiers on the beach.
"Allright evryone! This will be your new home for the next week or two, so i want this place to look like Vegas! You two! I want lights and tables, and cards if you can get them! This is going to be FUN right gentlemen? Even the Kraut prisoners we captured should have a good time!" he shouted to the crowd, then paused.
"Right?"
Heads of the soldiers gathered around the tank nodded.
"The Kraut prisoners should not be given the chance to escape, but i want their stay here to be comfortable. No weapons, not tools, no nada! Strip search all of them, give them warm lodgings, so that means making a barraks! GET WORKING!"
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Shoved forward by the american soldier behind him Kitt watched the soldiers grouped around a tank.... spitting into the sand he groaned, blood dripping from his lip....
"move!"
A hard shove in the back from the butt of a rifle and Kitt carried on walking, paws behind his head, towards the figure on top of the tank...
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Cyrus stopped chasing when he finally realized he might be heading towards an ambush, and just turned back. After a good several minutes, he met up with the tank commander ordering his unit around. "I'd appreciate it if you'd stand down now..." He yelled to the 'commander' , his thompsan still in both hands.
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Shiro Threw up a hasty salute
"Lt. Colonel! I apologize sir, i didn't know if there was another ranking officer alive on the beach. With your permission sir, may i continue the organization of this beach, sir?"
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Kitt was shoved towards the two officers on the beach.... the american soldier behind him threw up a formal salute..
"Kraut Prisoner sah! e' dont seem to be no normal nazi though... thought i'd bring im to the highest rankin officer sah..."
Paws behind his head Kitt stood, watching the american officer with a mixture of fear and anger...
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Cyrus went over to the prisoner that was brought to him, and looked him in the face, then at his clothes before chuckling. "Didn't realize Russia lost the to Nazi's that quickly... guess that makes you the token russian my feline POW" he smiled before walking over to the other prisoner and mocked him in german "So viel zur deutschen Überlegenheit, nicht wahr?"
(Translation is in OCC)
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Kitt stared back at the American, with dissinterest... until he made the remark... Kitt spat on the floor as he turned away... "I'm no Russian! Stupid Yank... i fight for SLovensko, or maybe you didnt realise while you sat at home, we where occupied..." His broken english was just understandable... after his outburst he sighed, holding his paws back behind his head again, staring into the middle distance...
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Spike did not reply to the American calling names. Instead he acted like he hadn't heard anything at all. He kept his hands behind his head and continued to stare past. He waited while no words were exchanged. The surrounding American soldiers stood and watched with intrest; however, they did so silently with faces astrewn with misery and bordom. Spike took his eyes off the distant horizon behind the commanding American and then fixed them upon the eyes of the American soldier before he finally spoke. "...I do not suppose you Americans actually expect to win this war, do you?" He asked.
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One of the American soldiers moved up behind Kitt, sticking the muzzle of his rifle into the felines back...
"Sir! should i search im' then?"
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Shiro knew that the Lt. colonel approved.
"Ok you guys! Welcome to the camp of bad guys! now we are going to have a lot of fun here, right? Cause if you don't we'll send you to a camp that is not as fun.'
Shiro turned to the soldier who asked the question
"Yes, search them, private. make sure they have to means of escape, but leave any small sins, like alchohol. These guys are only human, just like us, no matter what the eggheads back in britain think. now MOVE!"
"Lt., respectfully, you should report the victory to HQ. Most of these boys are tankers and are under my command. If we are going to work together, you help me, i help you."
Shiro saluted again and walked off to secure the beachhead.
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Spike's hands were getting tired of being held up in the air. They dropped to the sides. It didn't make a difference where his arms were placed. The only thing he had on his body was an pistol of which cartiridge was emptied into the chest cavity of an American who looked a lot like the one ontop of the tank and the letter from his mother apart from the uniform that was coved in mud and blood. He'd lost his helmet resulting in his short hair spiked out in mud and all of his supplies. He was even without a single cigarette only to be left with pocket lint. He sighed. Surely, he and Kitt were not the only Germans captured in the failed attempt to hold the beach. The generals were to blame. Spike swore he'd file a complaint to his superiors as soon as this was all over.
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"What is this?!" seeing the german soldier lose all of his worldly possessions to the private.
"I said let them keep their small vices. Ciggarets count! And what is this??" Shiro said pointing to Spike's letter.
"Ihre Mutter? I dont know alot of german, but i know enough to say that this is no secret spy document! Give that soldier back his letter! NOW!"
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Kitt pulled back on his jacket, eyeing the private who was going through his posessions... a hip flask of hruskovica which the amercian soldier unscrewed and gave a sniff, before recoiling and handing it over, coughing.. "you can... *cough*.. keep that...*cough*..."
He went through what was left, including a pack of slovakian cards, a letter from his brother and a few other odds and ends which he took, including a penknife... Satisfied that the slovakian POW had nothing else on him the private turned to the Lt.
"sir... prisoner searched... i let 'im keep a few things of personal interest, however i also found this....."
The private held out a letter addressed to Kitt, the private had already opened it..
"its in slovakian i think sir... cant tell what it says..."
Kitt looked up from where he stood, watching the pair... "it is letter of conscription, when the Naziz invaded, we where all conscripted...."
The private looked form the feline to the Luitenant before muttering quietly... "can we trust 'im sir?"
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Wolfgang surveyed the Americans mobilizing on the beaches from the scope of his rifle at the forward command outpost.
"The Yankees broke through the line at Omaha, and have secured the beach, Casualties for both sides are... high and there are a multitude of prisoners still held by the capitalists." Droned a superior officer, reading his report to the senior commander.
"Well with the men we have here we can strike back and retake the beaches... Wolfgang, any reasonable defenses we should concern ourselves with."
"Well besides the lone tank and them setting up tables to play cards, I think they have no idea we're commin"
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Shiro Chan looked through his binoculars at the hill above the beaches. One of his sergeants was talking to him.
"You think that they will come from there?"
"Yeah... I know they will."
Shiro looked over his poor beleagered troops.
"You dont think we can defend this"
"Not a chance, get the warship on the hook. We need to deal some bombardment. Half the troops on guard at all times. I want MG placemets here, here, and here. Defend this place. We are in a war you know. This tank is HQ"
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(because you can suddenly see my encampment and where we'll suddenly come from... one minute you were less serious and all about makin the beach your lil' club, now all of a sudden you know where we're coming from, just great)
"Wait sir... soldiers getting Mg Nests ready... and digging some trenches..."
"Why wont the Americans take the high ground? They must have a plan for the high ground then, new plan, we take the goat path..."
"The goat path sir?"
"Yes the Goat Path, it's how Leonidas was defeated by the Persians, it's how we'll push the Americans back..."
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Seigefreid pulled a cigarette out from between his teeth and walked up to the commander and Wolfgang. "Sir, I don't mean to interupt, but it seems that I wasn't the best history student. How did the Persians beat Leonidas?"
(meanwhile)
Spike took back his cigarettes and letter and stuffed them away in his pockets. He looked over at the makeshift POW camp where German soldiers made busy digging and building under the supervision of Americans who were making jokes and smoking as if there wasn't a care in the world. He looked back at the American who was calling the shots. He didn't know what they wanted from him. He didn't know anything. He was just a corporal and nothing more.
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Shiro walked over to one of the POW's working. He had heard this one speak english before.
"Hey, buddy."
The POW, a fox private, looked suspiciously at the Mouse Captain, and after some coaxing from Shiro, the two were sitting down with cigarets and cups from a flagon that Shiro had produced. They were talking like old war buddies. They didn't talk about strategies munitions, but of families back home, polotics, how much they hated Hitler, and such. He learned that most, in fact all of them were conscripted. Shiro assured them that if they didn't cause any trouble, they would all be let free as soon as this bloody war was over. The fox seemed relaxed. Shiro told him to finish his drink, and relay this to his buddies. He would even talk to them each individually if they wanted, but he warned him that his German was awful. They joked about this a little, and the private walked off. Shiro's sergeant walked up to him.
"What are you planning sir? Are you planning to betray them?"
Shiro looked hurt. "Me? Those boys didn't want to fight, they were forced to. Nah, they just want to go back home. Hell, ill rebuild germany after this war if it'll get those kids lives again."
"Then are you planning to just let them steamroll over us?"
"No. If its one of those SS bastardes, they deserve to die. Hitler deserves to die. But not these boys. Keep them comfortable sergeant. Encourage our boys to make them feel comfortable."
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Cyrus sighed and looked at the way the tank commander was running things. He couldn't run things like a commanding officer would, his best effort was to only order his unit of ten to twelve soldiers through the forest and to scout or infiltrate the Nazi line. "Orin, we're leaving things up to the tank commander, anyone whos still willing to fight right now, its your choice to come with me. All I can offer for now is the road to war..." his new war brother nodded and went to gather a small number of others willing to fight right now. Orin came back with a group of fifteen soldiers of varying species, all with the looks of real veterans even though they only had one battle this far.
Cyrus walked up to Shiro with an unusual amount of formality. "Tank commander, I leave this area to you, deal with the prisoners as you will. I'm going on ahead with my own troops, I hope to meet you in Paris so we can have drink together when this land is liberated." He turned around and whistled to his rag-tag group before they set off towards the forest.
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"Likewise i am sure. I am going to hold position until they get the main area clear and a base set up. One of the battleships is going to reinforce our line. Call me if you need Artillery fire."
"Sergent! Get command on the line! Where are our reinforcements!"
"Sir i am looking at them! 3 Jeeps driving along the beach with 2 troop trucks!"
Shiro let out a sigh of relief.
Maybe they could hold this beach. At least maybe with the added help of the Conscripted troops as guides.
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"so... you polish?"
Kitt shook his head, watching the American soldier sullenly...
"french?"
"course e' aint french Ben... does e' look french to you?"
"shurrup, at least im tryin to be nicer to im.. oh! Czech! you Czech?"
Kitt shook his paw side to side, indicating almost...
"Slovakian!"
Kitt nodded, noncomital he stared sullenly up at the Yank...
"Heeey! youre a slovakian! i heard you guys are serious drinkers..."
Kitt nodded again....
"dont talk much do ya?"
Kitt shook his head...
" ere, you come with me n' Ben... you play cards? doesnt matter if ya dont... we have a drink... see if we can get you to talk some more eh?"
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Spike watched as another American walked up in front of him.
"You sprechen English?" The American asked.
Spike narrowed his eyes. "I sprechen Sie English, yes."
"Oh, good, because my German ain't good. Think you could teach me some?" He said, laughing.
Spike was a bit surprised at how many of these Americans seemed so nice. He thought that most of them would've been arrogant and pushy like his superiors.
"Umm...sure?" Spike said, unsure if the soldier was being serious. He was immidiately pulled to the side by his arm as the smiling American brought him over to a group of other Americans all of different species who were sitting down on ammunition crates. He couldn't help but feel in the most awkward position. "Guys, this is..." The soldier attempted to introduce him. "Spike Ingram." Spike answered for him. They all looked up at the fox in bewilderment as to why he wasn't behind the fence working away like the others. "Huxley, what are ya doing with a POW?" One of them asked. Spike looked at Huxley who seem confused at the question. "Learning." He replied. Huxley kicked over a couple extra crates and took a seat. Spike took the other. They all leaned closer as if waiting for Spike to do something interesting. Spike looked around. "What?" They all gasped. "He can speak English!?" One of them yelled. Spike rolled his eyes. "WHA'D I TELL YOU!?" Huxley yelled back.
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"you dont talk much... but your a devil at the cards... whats that, fifth time you won in a row?"
Kitt smirked, shuffling the pack...
"i play good... better than my english..."
Ben looked from the feline to the other Americans around him.. "well if i'l be blown... the slovakian talks!" the american soldier laughed as they dealt out another round of cards....
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Two hours of revelry later, and several calls to command, shiro stood up and said to his troops.
"Allright everyone! Command has said that we are to move out today! We are going up north along the beach. We are going to the CP up in a small town up there! To the prisoners, you guys are free to go! You can go back over to the Nazis and get treated like filth, or you can go with us, and get back to your homes! Not only are we fighting a war with the enemy, but a war with an enemy that recruits innocents to fight us! Brothers of all lands, we will go forward and make our way to the town! You have 10 minutes to pack up and move out. Let us win this, and get EVERYONE where they want to go!"
The tank started up just as his troops, the americans and british, cheered.
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Cyrus and his troops had reached a small village, and their uniforms made them stand out. However, he was led away by some soldiers in blue berets, and into a small house with boarded up windows. When they entered, a light came on and a whole slew of armed personel became noticeable. A ferret with a cigar in his mouth walked up to Cyrus with a rather elated and easy-going attitude and spoke with the tone of a man who just inherited a fortune. "Don't worry my friend, we have no intention to kill you, in fact... we've been praying for the day we would be getting assistance from someone besides our own countrymen. American, I give you a hearty welcome courtesy of the French Resistance"
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"The Persians defeated the Spartans not with quality of arms, but with quantity, and defeated them by taking a goat path, we'll do the same, however our tanks shall test the Yankee armor, which so far has failed to impress me, We are the Spartans fighting against Persia, however we will not lose, for we have the might of the Luftwaffle on our side. At exactly 0500, we shall collaborate with our brothers of the skies, and crush this American offensive."
The General said to his troops, cheers arose at the fact that the war could very well end here, at this very spot. After all many of the men in the company were just farmers who took up arms for what they believed in. And they were loyal to the Reich.
"Troops, put on gasmasks, after all A foe with no face if a foe to be reckoned with." Wolfgang, confused but not wanting to disobey put on his standard issue mask along with the other soldiers. Indeed they did look like a faceless foe.
As the Americans began to move out, Ju88s screamed across the skies and bombarded the naval threat, damaging battleships as anti air flak filled up the skies. Before the land based forces could begin to mount up for a defense, an angry force of Germans came out of the forests, reinforced with Tiger 1s and Panzer 4s. The faceless infantry marched on, staring down the Yankee soldiers with a grim desire to end the conflict. Wolfgang hanged back in the forests in a tall oak tree and prepared his sniper rifle for combat. Placing it gingerly between two sturdy branches, he took aim at a soldier near the lone tank and fired, hitting him in the gut.
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"SHARP! What the frack was that?"
Shiro's seargent, named Sharp, turned.
"Sir! That would be our fleet getting sunk, and a swarm of tanks coming down on our position! sir!"
"Great news." Shiro turned to his "mechanical genius" Moriarity, down in the hold of his tank.
"Can you get us out of here faster that you got us in?"
Moriarity, another mouse, looked up. "That is what she is built for!"
Shiro Turned to his troops.
"Unless you want to become Kraut dirt, haul your butts onto the tank. We can move faster than those clunky tanks can fire at us! EVERYONE INCLUDES NAZI CONSCRIPTS!!"
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An artillarey round hit ground beside Spike. He was thrown into the air, and dropped against the ground. He was in a daze as he looked around. The group he'd just been with were now peices of flesh and tattered uniform sprayed against the wall. He struggled to get to his feet. He looked down and saw a Thompson laying on the ground, a severed hand still wrapped around it's handle and trigger. he picked it up and preyed off the limb. He looked between the advancing German forces and the fleeing Americans. This is where he had to decide who's side he was on.
"Halt!" A muffled voice barked from behind him. Spike dropped the weapon and slowly turned around. Two soldier in gas masks pointed their guns at the fox. They immediately lowered them once they saw who it was. "Spike?" One of them asked." Spike kept his hands up as he answered "Yes?" "It's us! Daniel and Seigefreid!" Spike was rushed into a decision. "...Get Kitt, we're getting out of here." Spike picked up the Thompson again and rushed after Daniel as Seigefreid split off to find Kitt.
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"NO AMERICANO! AXIS! AXIS!" Kitt held up his paws, backed up against the wall of a country house... the two masked nazis pulled off their masks, panting...
"we know Kitt! for gods sake... its us! Daniel and Sigfried.... just stop running!"
Kitt gave a sheepish grin, standing back up..
"of course i know this..."
"C'mon! weve gotta catch up n' find SPike!"
The two pulled gas masks back on, dragging Kitt behind them...
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Shiro got all of his men, and a couple of recruits that wanted out of Nazi tyranny onto the tank, and sped off, much faster than the Tiger tanks could move and went into the forest away from the mass of men and tanks.
Sharp said "We going down the beach to that town?"
"No, that was to throw the Nazis off."
"What?" Sharp looked astonished.
"Yes. Some of those recruits wanted back into the Nazi ranks, even though they treated them like filth. We make for a french resistance hideout that is ready for this. I was informed by command to do everything i did. Much higher than that Colonel believed. We lose the Nazis in the forest over there, then make for the checkpoints. The village was a distraction so the prisoners would feed the Nazis into a trap up there." He stuck his head out to look at his troops, clinging to the tank.
"Everyone into the tank! You dont want MG fire to kill yah!"
His troops got into the tank, very carefully.
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Two of Cyrus' men came back to the camp in a jeep, took a cache of thompsons and M1s, and drove off without a word back to the village.
The soldiers arrived back at the village and unloaded the cache in front of the ferret and his own milita. "Oui, this will do nicely Cyrus, now about this ambush... do you expect it to work?" Cyrus nodded. "We had a pack of explosives with us, so we took out the bridge. That was the only way around this place, so when they come through, we're going to have mines set up at every exit point, and then mow down anyone who decides to continue through the village". The ferret laughed to the point where his cigar fell out and into the dirt. "After this fight is over, you owe me a cigar" Cyrus nodded and opened the crates as the Reistance militia quickly grabbed as much as they could carry, and still had some left for re-usage.
In moments they hid the cache again and waited patiently for the Nazi's to tread through the village.
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There was a low buzz in the air. Spike looked up as he ran. Luftwaffe planes dived down, riddling the ground with bullets. He dived for cover as they made their way back to higher altitude. Spike looked up again as he watched them drop large canisters from open cargo hatches. They hit the ground, exploding into a fireball. The beach around the Americans was being bombarded by incendiary explosives, burning a lot of soldiers alive as they screamed and struggled to put out the flames. Anti air fire boomed as more Americans returned fire to the sky. Spike looked around before spotting Kitt, Daniel, and Seigefreid. He waved his arms to get their attention. "Daniel! Seigefreid! Kit!!!" He yelled over the gunfire. "Over here!"