Stalingrad: Blood and Iron (IC)

[Legatia]

The date is September 3rd, 1942. It has been little over a week since the German 6th Army, under the command of Friedrich Wilhelm Ernst Paulus, stormed the city of Stalingrad. The defenders were initially overtaken, their weaker state being tossed aside by the German's superior forces. The German Luftwaffe hampered the Red Army's attempts to send supplies and reinforcements into the city, but eventually they were able to do so, but the Soviets lacked enough supplies to arm all of their men.

The civilians in the city were put to work building defense. Josef Stalin forbade the civilians from leaving, in hopes this would spur the resistance movement forward. Most of them are either willing to die for the Motherland, dying, or already dead. The Soviets defend what's left of the ruined city with fierceness, making sure the German Army pays for every inch of ground with blood. It is the scene for one of history's bloodiest battles.

You are a participant in this battle- be it with the German 6th Army or the Soviet Red Army- or perhaps you're a civilian, caught up in all of this. Cowardice and retreat are not options for anyone, though, and will be punished harshly. Choose your side and fight for your nation- the course of history depends on it.

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Hauptmann Auguste Zimmerman, City of Stalingrad- September 3rd, 1942

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Auguste's worn grey-green uniform flapped against his skin as the wind picked up. His hands went to the MkB42 slung across his chest, the cold metal feeling somewhat good to his hands. His stahlhelm sat on his head, the tricolored red, white and black shield decal emblazoned on it since having been worn. The sound of ambient gunfire cracked around the ruined city. Before them sat a tractor factory, one at which the company had encountered yesterday and had been repelled by it's Soviet defenders.

Auguste turned to his men, beginning to give out orders.

"Gentlemen! Before us stands these filthy lapdogs who defy the might of the German Reich! They cower in there like children, clinging to what they have left of this pile of rubble!"

The roar of Luftwaffe bombers flying ahead drowned out most of what he said, bombs beginning to explode at the nearby Volga River. The screams of men dying and machine gun fire accompanied them, the music of war. The winds began to pick up, howling as the coat flaps of his uniform began to flap out in the wind.

"Men of the Reich! With me now!" He yelled, raising his rifle, and leading the charge.

[Bohemia Minor]

The date is September 3rd, 1942. It has been little over a week since the German 6th Army, under the command of Friedrich Wilhelm Ernst Paulus, stormed the city of Stalingrad. The defenders were initially overtaken, their weaker state being tossed aside by the German's superior forces. The German Luftwaffe hampered the Red Army's attempts to send supplies and reinforcements into the city, but eventually they were able to do so, but the Soviets lacked enough supplies to arm all of their men.

The civilians in the city were put to work building defense. Josef Stalin forbade the civilians from leaving, in hopes this would spur the resistance movement forward. Most of them are either willing to die for the Motherland, dying, or already dead. The Soviets defend what's left of the ruined city with fierceness, making sure the German Army pays for every inch of ground with blood. It is the scene for one of history's bloodiest battles.

You are a participant in this battle- be it with the German 6th Army or the Soviet Red Army- or perhaps you're a civilian, caught up in all of this. Cowardice and retreat are not options for anyone, though, and will be punished harshly. Choose your side and fight for your nation- the course of history depends on it.

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OOC

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Hauptmann Auguste Zimmerman, City of Stalingrad- September 3rd, 1942

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Auguste's worn grey-green uniform flapped against his skin as the wind picked up. His hands went to the MkB42 slung across his chest, the cold metal feeling somewhat good to his hands. His stahlhelm sat on his head, the tricolored red, white and black shield decal emblazoned on it since having been worn. The sound of ambient gunfire cracked around the ruined city. Before them sat a tractor factory, one at which the company had encountered yesterday and had been repelled by it's Soviet defenders.

Auguste turned to his men, beginning to give out orders.

"Gentlemen! Before us stands these filthy lapdogs who defy the might of the German Reich! They cower in there like children, clinging to what they have left of this pile of rubble!"

The roar of Luftwaffe bombers flying ahead drowned out most of what he said, bombs beginning to explode at the nearby Volga River. The screams of men dying and machine gun fire accompanied them, the music of war. The winds began to pick up, howling as the coat flaps of his uniform began to flap out in the wind.

"Men of the Reich! With me now!" He yelled, raising his rifle, and leading the charge.

Er, quite a lot of civilians were evacuated across the Volga, even with Stalin's order. Oh, and the Germans spearheaded their assault into the city with tanks, not infantry. Infantry followed up tank attacks.

[Legatia]

The date is September 3rd, 1942. It has been little over a week since the German 6th Army, under the command of Friedrich Wilhelm Ernst Paulus, stormed the city of Stalingrad. The defenders were initially overtaken, their weaker state being tossed aside by the German's superior forces. The German Luftwaffe hampered the Red Army's attempts to send supplies and reinforcements into the city, but eventually they were able to do so, but the Soviets lacked enough supplies to arm all of their men.

The civilians in the city were put to work building defense. Josef Stalin forbade the civilians from leaving, in hopes this would spur the resistance movement forward. Most of them are either willing to die for the Motherland, dying, or already dead. The Soviets defend what's left of the ruined city with fierceness, making sure the German Army pays for every inch of ground with blood. It is the scene for one of history's bloodiest battles.

You are a participant in this battle- be it with the German 6th Army or the Soviet Red Army- or perhaps you're a civilian, caught up in all of this. Cowardice and retreat are not options for anyone, though, and will be punished harshly. Choose your side and fight for your nation- the course of history depends on it.

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OOC

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Hauptmann Auguste Zimmerman, City of Stalingrad- September 3rd, 1942

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Auguste's worn grey-green uniform flapped against his skin as the wind picked up. His hands went to the MkB42 slung across his chest, the cold metal feeling somewhat good to his hands. His stahlhelm sat on his head, the tricolored red, white and black shield decal emblazoned on it since having been worn. The sound of ambient gunfire cracked around the ruined city. Before them sat a tractor factory, one at which the company had encountered yesterday and had been repelled by it's Soviet defenders.

Auguste turned to his men, beginning to give out orders.

"Gentlemen! Before us stands these filthy lapdogs who defy the might of the German Reich! They cower in there like children, clinging to what they have left of this pile of rubble!"

The roar of Luftwaffe bombers flying ahead drowned out most of what he said, bombs beginning to explode at the nearby Volga River. The screams of men dying and machine gun fire accompanied them, the music of war. The winds began to pick up, howling as the coat flaps of his uniform began to flap out in the wind.

"Men of the Reich! With me now!" He yelled, raising his rifle, and leading the charge.

Er, quite a lot of civilians were evacuated across the Volga, even with Stalin's order. Oh, and the Germans spearheaded their assault into the city with tanks, not infantry. Infantry followed up tank attacks.

((You might have wanted to post this in the OOC thread, not the IC thread.))

[Australian Antarctica]

Ivan Borisovich sat in the second floor of a burned out shop overlooking the Volga, his PTRS-41 scanning the horizon for the first German troops. There! He trained his rifle on the lead soldier and pulled the trigger. BANG! The recoil against his shoulder felt good as he watched the bullet strike near the pig's foot. Damn he thought as he corrected his shot, but before he could pull the trigger, a mortar shell hit the building. Ivan went flying out the window and struck the ground with a THUMP. He sat up ,dazed, and searched for his rifle. He found it and picked it up. The barrel was bent and the stock broken. Ivan looked for another weapon and found a dead Soviet soldier, his hand still clutching the SVT-40. He picked up the rifle and started off.

[Saint Brigade]

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Hauptmann Auguste Zimmerman, City of Stalingrad- September 3rd, 1942

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Auguste's worn grey-green uniform flapped against his skin as the wind picked up. His hands went to the MkB42 slung across his chest, the cold metal feeling somewhat good to his hands. His stahlhelm sat on his head, the tricolored red, white and black shield decal emblazoned on it since having been worn. The sound of ambient gunfire cracked around the ruined city. Before them sat a tractor factory, one at which the company had encountered yesterday and had been repelled by it's Soviet defenders.

Auguste turned to his men, beginning to give out orders.

"Gentlemen! Before us stands these filthy lapdogs who defy the might of the German Reich! They cower in there like children, clinging to what they have left of this pile of rubble!"

The roar of Luftwaffe bombers flying ahead drowned out most of what he said, bombs beginning to explode at the nearby Volga River. The screams of men dying and machine gun fire accompanied them, the music of war. The winds began to pick up, howling as the coat flaps of his uniform began to flap out in the wind.

"Men of the Reich! With me now!" He yelled, raising his rifle, and leading the charge.

Soldat Frederick Manliat
Stalingrad, Russia
September 3rd, 1942

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Frederick had been station at Stalingrad since yesterday it has been about a week since the invasion of Russia. He was under the command of Auguste Zimmerman he never heard of him before,but if he was in charge of the whole 6th army then Frederick mind was some what at ease he then noticed that Auguste was shouting towards the men. Frederick couldn't hear anything the Luftwaffe above us drowned his voice out but he did understand the next thing he did, he raised his rifle and ran towards the battlefield the rest of the men around Frederick began to charge following Auguste.

This wasn't going to be Frederick's first time fighting for his life. He fought in the Invasion of Poland where he was conscripted into military Frederick never had a choice, if he wanted to survive this again he had to keep his head down and try not to be a hero. Before he blindly rushed into battle he checked his gear, his main weapon was a MP-40 he flipped the safety off and checked to see if a round was in the chamber he did the same to his pistol. He was ready for this Frederick held his gun and counted to down to three.

"Ok Frederick just keep your head down and you will be fine." He said to him self
"On the count of three.. One... Two.... Three!!" He rushed forward towards the battle.

[Utah and Deseret]

Ivan stood before the platoon of mighty russians he had command of.
He loaded his pistol, and screamed "Sons of Russsia! Fight for her now! The german invader comes to take your lives, slay your sons, and defile your women!"
He pointed his pistol in the air
"Cowards and traitors will be shot. Heroes shall have their reward!! Forward! Forward and fear nothing!"
He gestures forward with his pistol.
"For we are Russians, united and strong! Let communist steel smash the facists. You will advance, two men to a rifle. When the first man falls, the second picks up his rifle. Forward to glory! Take cover, and have faith in yourselves! This is the town named after our glorious stalin! IT MUST NOT FALL!
Ivan then quickley took the best cover, watched the platoon charge, and shot the one guy who didn't.

[Australian Antarctica]

Ivan stood before the platoon of mighty russians he had command of.
He loaded his pistol, and screamed "Sons of Russsia! Fight for her now! The german invader comes to take your lives, slay your sons, and defile your women!"
He pointed his pistol in the air
"Cowards and traitors will be shot. Heroes shall have their reward!! Forward! Forward and fear nothing!"
He gestures forward with his pistol.
"For we are Russians, united and strong! Let communist steel smash the facists. You will advance, two men to a rifle. When the first man falls, the second picks up his rifle. Forward to glory! Take cover, and have faith in yourselves! This is the town named after our glorious stalin! IT MUST NOT FALL!
Ivan then quickley took the best cover, watched the platoon charge, and shot the one guy who didn't.

Ivan watched as the soldier's skull exploded. He ran over to the Commissar "Where do you want me comrade?" he asked shouldering the rifle

[Utah and Deseret]

Ivan stood before the platoon of mighty russians he had command of.
He loaded his pistol, and screamed "Sons of Russsia! Fight for her now! The german invader comes to take your lives, slay your sons, and defile your women!"
He pointed his pistol in the air
"Cowards and traitors will be shot. Heroes shall have their reward!! Forward! Forward and fear nothing!"
He gestures forward with his pistol.
"For we are Russians, united and strong! Let communist steel smash the facists. You will advance, two men to a rifle. When the first man falls, the second picks up his rifle. Forward to glory! Take cover, and have faith in yourselves! This is the town named after our glorious stalin! IT MUST NOT FALL!
Ivan then quickley took the best cover, watched the platoon charge, and shot the one guy who didn't.

Ivan watched as the soldier's skull exploded. He ran over to the Commissar "Where do you want me comrade?" he asked shouldering the rifle

"Come, inside this house with me" the Commisar yelled. He asked as he headed inside a burned out house "What is your rank? What is your unit? More importantly, who do you fight for?"
His platoon was not fairing as well. A few were mowed down whilst charging. The rest were entrenched. One was running towards the commisar, who raised his pistol. The soldier turned to rejoin the line, but was shot by a german.

[Australian Antarctica]

Ivan watched as the soldier's skull exploded. He ran over to the Commissar "Where do you want me comrade?" he asked shouldering the rifle

"Come, inside this house with me" the Commisar yelled. He asked as he headed inside a burned out house "What is your rank? What is your unit? More importantly, who do you fight for?"
His platoon was not fairing as well. A few were mowed down whilst charging. The rest were entrenched. One was running towards the commisar, who raised his pistol. The soldier tirned to rejoin the line, but was shot by a german.

"I have no rank comrade, I am a partisan. I fight for mother Russia!" He responded as he followed the Commisar

[Utah and Deseret]

"Come, inside this house with me" the Commisar yelled. He asked as he headed inside a burned out house "What is your rank? What is your unit? More importantly, who do you fight for?"
His platoon was not fairing as well. A few were mowed down whilst charging. The rest were entrenched. One was running towards the commisar, who raised his pistol. The soldier tirned to rejoin the line, but was shot by a german.

"I have no rank comrade, I am a partisan. I fight for mother Russia!" He responded as he followed the Commisar

The commisar responded "then you are my soldier now. And this is what we will do. My men are entrenched. They face a machine gun. We must find a way to snipe him. How good is your aim?"

[Legatia]

Ivan stood before the platoon of mighty russians he had command of.
He loaded his pistol, and screamed "Sons of Russsia! Fight for her now! The german invader comes to take your lives, slay your sons, and defile your women!"
He pointed his pistol in the air
"Cowards and traitors will be shot. Heroes shall have their reward!! Forward! Forward and fear nothing!"
He gestures forward with his pistol.
"For we are Russians, united and strong! Let communist steel smash the facists. You will advance, two men to a rifle. When the first man falls, the second picks up his rifle. Forward to glory! Take cover, and have faith in yourselves! This is the town named after our glorious stalin! IT MUST NOT FALL!
Ivan then quickley took the best cover, watched the platoon charge, and shot the one guy who didn't.

The German company they were facing was not going to give up easily. A Soviet marksman took out a man armed with a flamethrower, though, as he exploded in a ball of fire, killing 2 others near him. The Germans set up a machine gun, which began to spew bullets with a thundering sound, the ruined and dusty glass shattering as the bullet casings pinged against the ground. The men of the Wermacht took cover, firing their weapons towards the Soviets.

Auguste took precision bursts with his rifle, hitting multiple Russian soldiers, one tumbling through the glass and hitting the ground. He yelled;
"Push! Raus, raus!" Waving with his hand, as the company advanced, firing upon the outnumbered Soviets.

[Utah and Deseret]

Ivan stood before the platoon of mighty russians he had command of.
He loaded his pistol, and screamed "Sons of Russsia! Fight for her now! The german invader comes to take your lives, slay your sons, and defile your women!"
He pointed his pistol in the air
"Cowards and traitors will be shot. Heroes shall have their reward!! Forward! Forward and fear nothing!"
He gestures forward with his pistol.
"For we are Russians, united and strong! Let communist steel smash the facists. You will advance, two men to a rifle. When the first man falls, the second picks up his rifle. Forward to glory! Take cover, and have faith in yourselves! This is the town named after our glorious stalin! IT MUST NOT FALL!
Ivan then quickley took the best cover, watched the platoon charge, and shot the one guy who didn't.

The German company they were facing was not going to give up easily. A Soviet marksman took out a man armed with a flamethrower, though, as he exploded in a ball of fire, killing 2 others near him. The Germans set up a machine gun, which began to spew bullets with a thundering sound, the ruined and dusty glass shattering as the bullet casings pinged against the ground. The men of the Wermacht took cover, firing their weapons towards the Soviets.

Auguste took precision bursts with his rifle, hitting multiple Russian soldiers, one tumbling through the glass and hitting the ground. He yelled;
"Push! Raus, raus!" Waving with his hand, as the company advanced, firing upon the outnumbered Soviets.

The battered soviets were becoming demoralized. They hid in cover, not firing as much as they could, and relying on their marksmen to take out the machine gunners. However, very few were hit, and when they were they were swiftly replaced.
A few troops wanted to run, a few wanted to charge, most just wished it was all over. They stayed entrenched, awaiting direction from their commander.

[Congreveopia]

Russian air base, about 200 miles from Stalingrad:

“Yeah, we’re attacking tonight.” said Pavel, entering the makeshift barracks and walking over to his crew. “I hear the Nazis are making a big push, and command says the army will need all the support it can get to hold them at bay.”

“I don’t like this.” said his gunner, Nikolai Gulyaev “There’s nothing good about sneaking in at night, hitting targets and then fleeing. We spend each mission in terror of meeting enemy fighters, and it shows the weakness of our air force.”

“Remember to watch your phrasing, my friend.” said Pavel “Our air force is clearly stronger, we are simply making sure to not throw it away.” He disliked the need for excessive patriotism. It impeded honest communications, but he knew better than to say anything.

“Just be glad we’re not fighter pilots.” said his bombardier, Victor Kirilyuk “Those poor bastards are having to fly against the Luftwaffe in the day.”

“Look.” said Pavel “There they go again.”

They looked out the window as the Yak-1s stationed at the airbase taxied past the barracks towards the end of the dirt runway.

“Good god.” said Nikolai “They’re going up against Luftflotte 4. I hear it’s the largest German air fleet in existence.”

“Well it’s not our fight right now.” said Pavel “Let’s get some rest. Sunset is at 7:42, so we’ll fly at 8:30 if the weather permits. I want us all awake by 7:30 so we can check the plane before it gets dark, and then we’ll go over the latest intel and orders before we fly.”

[Saint Brigade]

Soldat Frederick Manliat
Stalingrad, Russia
September 3rd, 1942

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Frederick rushed onward towards the battle field there was smoke and death in the air, you could literally smell death in the air. As he rushed forward many soldiers around him begin to fall over dead it was must of been the Soviets snipers picking us off, Frederick just pushed onward praying that he wouldn't be the next target of a sniper. He thought to him self for a moment.

This is Insane! I'm not going make it oh god please help m-

Before he could finish his train of thought he heard an explosion near him, and looked in that direction. It was a huge fiery mess judging from what he could tell someones flamethrower tank was hit and it exploded taking out a few others. Frederick had no time to be distracted it could of been the death of him, he moved forward again and noticed a machine gun nest nearby he placed him self in the nest and tried to stay behind cover. He looked at the men inside the nest there was at least three of them here counting himself also, in the nest they had a MG-34 machine gun mounted firing at the Soviets. The man on the gun quickly fell backwards as he was just shot from a sniper. The person handling the ammunition shouted at Frederick.

"Get on that machine gun soldier!! We need to keep firing at these dam Soviet's!!"
Frederick knew that if he got on that gun there was a big chance he would have been shot by the snipers, but he had no choice yet again if he didn't get on it the soviets could have had time to counter attack. Frederick yelled back at the man.
"I'm on it! Just keep feeding me the rounds!!"
Frederick took control of the MG-34 and fired at the Soviets hoping a sniper would not aim for him next.

[Australian Antarctica]

"I have no rank comrade, I am a partisan. I fight for mother Russia!" He responded as he followed the Commisar

The commisar responded "then you are my soldier now. And this is what we will do. My men are entrenched. They face a machine gun. We must find a way to snipe him. How good is your aim?"

"Excellent comrade" And with that he was off. Ivan carefully climbed up some rubble to find a suitable firing position. When he was satisfied he smeared dust on his face and proceeded to aim at one of the machine guns. BANG, he felt the recoil of the gun as the bullet fired and met its mark, killing 2 fascist pigs. Ivan then set his sights on the man clearly leading the Germans. He put his crosshairs on the man's chest and fired.

[Utah and Deseret]

The battered soviets were becoming demoralized. They hid in cover, not firing as much as they could, and relying on their marksmen to take out the machine gunners. However, very few were hit, and when they were they were swiftly replaced.
A few troops wanted to run, a few wanted to charge, most just wished it was all over. They stayed entrenched, awaiting direction from their commander.

Noticing the troops demoralization, and having dispatched a partisian to deal with the machine gunner, the Commisar went to rejoin his unit. He lay prone and crawled towards his troops. He reached them and told them that they were fighting bravely, and to have no fears, ready for an attack, and that they were going to give the Germans a screwing they'll never forget. He split his troops in two groups, the best fighters in one group, and the rest in the other. Yelling at the top of his lungs he asked "Which of you loves your country the most!? Which of you will bear our flag, and become a target!? Which of you loves his country enough to be her very symbol!? To stand and die for glory, to bear our flag!? TO LEAD THE CHARGE!!!?"
One timid young private, whom the commisar had secretly despised and thought a potential traitor, raised his hand.
The comissar handed him the flag, shook his hand, and told him, "Comrade, if I make it out alive, your family will want for nothing, because of the true devotion you have shown to Mother Russia."
Then adressing them all, he said "Comrades, you came here boys, some weak, some strong, some smart, some great, some small. But now, now you are men. True sons of the Motherland. So stand as men. Fight as men. Fight for the future. Destroy the invader. And let them know, that there may be a people who will bown down to Nazi rule. BUT IT IS NOT THIS PEOPLE!!! Many of your comrades lay slain. MAKE THEM PAY FOR EVERY MAN!!! CHARGE! CHARGE!! CHARGE!!!"
With that rallying cry, the flag bearer ran forward, with the second group of weaker fighters charging behind him.
The first group were ordered by the commisar:
"Follow me, I have a cunning plan."

I HAVE A CUNNING PLAN!!!

[Western Imperial Union]

Somewhere in the ruined maze of buildings close to the German 100th Infantry division

Dimitri had finished piling the rocks over the body of his closest friend, Artyom. Rocking back on his heels the teen tried to fight back tears as he stared at the makeshift grave of Artyom.

Dima gathered up his Rifle and other equipment and slipped between a collapsed section of wall and the remnants of a roof. Four stories up he could see German troops milling about in the streets while others searched the buildings. He set up his perch. Too far back in the alcove to be spotted by the Germans but allowing a perfect view of the area.

He spent nearly hour watching his prey licking his lips, practicing slowing his breath and heartbeat. A young lieutenant was directing from his seat at a table that had been pulled into the shadow near half a building. Two older but lower ranked soldiers sat on piles of rubble nearby chatting and eating rations. Many of the soldiers were doing the same as these men, except two with flamethrowers who were inspecting their fuel.

Dima slid his bolt closed and slowing his breath took aim. The first shot ignited the fuel of the flamethrowers causing the men to ignite as well. A second round hit the confused Lieutenant who had stood and watched his men scramble to and fro. A third round struck an unlucky private in the back but didn't kill him. The fourth and fifth shots took two men trying to rescue their fallen comrade that slowly bled to death.

By the time the Fascists stormed the building and discovered the perch all they found was a dead Russian under a pile of rubble and a neat line of five shell casings one for each man that had been killed. From a distance Dima watched as the Nazi Sergeant through his helmet at the wall having discovered no enemy and Dima briefly contemplating sighting in and putting the pig out of his misery.

Dimitri Kurshenko disappeared into the rubble once again now heading toward the Volga in search of some friendly units to commandeer gear from while they weren't looking.

[West Suburbia]

The boat crossing across the Volga was horrible and terrifying at the very least. Svetlana looked ahead up to the city, framed by a fiery red sky. It looked like a vision of hell. She clutched her rifle tighter and tried not to dwell on what was going to become of her. Feeling very uncomfortable, she knew she couldn't hide. She would come out either scarred for life or festering in an unmarked grave.

"Here comes the planes! The planes! The - " Screaming German planes suddenly swooped down, spraying the flotilla of crossing boats with bullets and dropping bombs. The soldier who was in front of Svetlana, the one that was shouting, was cut down, with several bullets bloodily ripping out of his back. Other soldiers shouted and raised their rifles and sub machine guns to shoot at the planes. The boat next to Svetlana's boat was caught by a bomb, and the occupants simply disappeared in high explosive ordnance. The boat continued crossing. The other side was in view.

The commissar at the head of the boat seemed unfazed by the air attack. Standing up, he raised his fist and shouted,"Remember comrades, who you are fighting for! The Germans have reached the gates of Stalingrad and it is our sacred duty to drive them back! Shed our blood for the glorious Motherland! KIll the German! Do not count days, do not count the number of rounds you have left, only count the number of Germans you killed! Kill the German! This is your motherland's cry!" At the end of the word cry, the boat bumped up against the dock. The commissar then started to hurry soldiers out of the boat.

Walking with an unsteady gait, Svetlana stepped off the boat and onto the dock. From there, she was hurried over to a row of destroyed houses where a charge was happening. All Svetlana could think of was, I am dead, I am dead.

[Gjulich]

A street, close to German front lines.

All that Taniel Bedrosian could think from that moment on was, 'run'.
That was it. He didn't care which way, just 'run'.
If he ran into the Nazis, his pistol was loaded. If he ran into the Soviets, it might have to be also.
The Sergeant watched as a ball of flame erupting from a man with a flamethrower took out two other men. Were they comrades?
Who was a comrade? This battle was already turning out to be worse than what he had experienced before.
Russian tactics - he knew he was a Soviet, not a Russian. He was Armenian. But the Russians were the ones shouting the orders. The Russians were the ones giving out guns.
The Russians were the ones shooting deserters.
He gulped. He had had to lug a gun with his team back to the city of Stalingrad. Best job ever., he thought to himself. He should've gone the way of his father. Should've stayed a farmer. Rural Armenia is nice this time of year. But then again, his father was murdered by civilians, allied civilians, not the enemy.
He looked around a corner. He could see men walking. Were they Russian? Or were they German?
They shouted some words in a foreign language. They sounded harsh to his ears.
Yeah, German, he thought, his mind filling with a dread of death. Somehow, he had been separated from his squad. He couldn't run out into the open - he would be shot. Germans are very good at that sort of thing. He had learned from others' experience.
But Taniel was slippery, like a fish. How would he get out? Another way.
He holstered his pistol. He ran further behind the wall, going to the other side of the street. He hoped it was less well-defended.
He ran down the street, to where he hoped his artillery comrades were.

[Western Imperial Union]

Near the Volga approximately where a large amount if the 62nd was supposed to be.

Dima spit on the ground. All around him were the bodies of his Comrades and some of the Nazis. They smelled awful and carrion birds already picked at them. Dima had only seven rounds left with his rifle, nine with his pistol, and then what. Everyone was in need of weapons he was never close enough to the action to get more supplies before others.

Until now, but that would mean crossing an open courtyard and picking through German and soviet bodies until he found what he needed. The idea of picking through the dead didn't bother him. The idea of taking large amounts of time in the open terrified him.

Dima sat there scanning for any kind of movement in the buildings. Nothing, then again if there were snipers they wouldn't be moving. Suddenly three young Efreitors not much older than himself sprinted across the area. Only one had a firearm and it was just a handgun. Watching and waiting, Dimitri saw the shot before he heard it. The short one in the middle slammed into the ground a pink mist floating about him. One hesitated and turned toward his friend, bad decision. A round this time a round fired from somewhere near Dima slammed into his chest.

The third man, the one with a pistol dove behind a small wall and stayed there, probably terrified. Slipping into the stairwell Dima quietly inched his way to the fifth floor. Once there he drew his bayonet and began edging around corners. Ahead of him a German lay prone, another sat up facing toward the door. Both had sniper rifles but the one sitting had a PPD-49, no doubt stolen from a dead Russian.

Dima waited he could see the one facing him was wounded his left arm in a makeshift sling, Slowly Dima drew his pistol and took deep breaths counting to three.

One, Two, Three,

Jumping from around the corner Dimitri fired all nine rounds, four embedded into the chest of the wounded nazi anotherin his head, two slammed into the wall and two more found the other German who howled in pain and twisted around with rifle. Throwing his pistol at the German distracted him long enough so that Dima could leap on him. The two wrestled for a short time, but Dima had the upper hand and the knife entered the German's throat, then his chest, and then again and again it plunged into him.

An hour later Dima sat in a different building watching the smoke from buildings nearby rise into the sky. Dimitri had found the PPD-40 to be empty and actually broken, just a trophy if war. Food and water, and to his delight a Karabiner 98K with fifteen rounds. Sliding into a hole int the floor and pulling a thin slab of concrete over it Dima left a small gap for air and fell asleep. The nighttime sounds of war played in the distance as the sun set.

[Saint Brigade]

Soldat Frederick Manliat
Stalingrad, Russia
September 3rd, 1942

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Frederick rushed onward towards the battle field there was smoke and death in the air, you could literally smell death in the air. As he rushed forward many soldiers around him begin to fall over dead it was must of been the Soviets snipers picking us off, Frederick just pushed onward praying that he wouldn't be the next target of a sniper. He thought to him self for a moment.

This is Insane! I'm not going make it oh god please help m-

Before he could finish his train of thought he heard an explosion near him, and looked in that direction. It was a huge fiery mess judging from what he could tell someones flamethrower tank was hit and it exploded taking out a few others. Frederick had no time to be distracted it could of been the death of him, he moved forward again and noticed a machine gun nest nearby he placed him self in the nest and tried to stay behind cover. He looked at the men inside the nest there was at least three of them here counting himself also, in the nest they had a MG-34 machine gun mounted firing at the Soviets. The man on the gun quickly fell backwards as he was just shot from a sniper. The person handling the ammunition shouted at Frederick.

"Get on that machine gun soldier!! We need to keep firing at these dam Soviet's!!"
Frederick knew that if he got on that gun there was a big chance he would have been shot by the snipers, but he had no choice yet again if he didn't get on it the soviets could have had time to counter attack. Frederick yelled back at the man.
"I'm on it! Just keep feeding me the rounds!!"
Frederick took control of the MG-34 and fired at the Soviets hoping a sniper would not aim for him next.

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Soldat Frederick Manliat
Stalingrad, Russia
September 3rd, 1942

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*Ratatatatata* Frederick continue to fire the MG-34 *Ratatatatata* The rain of bullets from the machine gun fired at the soviets as they still kept there heads down in the trenches. Frederick was still praying that he wouldn't be shot by a sniper anytime soon, but what instead knocked him off the machine gun was a mortar fire from the soviets. It exploded near the nest spraying the rubble of dirt onto Frederick, it knocked the wind out of him and he was daze from the blast. He check his surrounding the rest of the men inside the nest were not as lucky as Frederick the nest was a wrecked and he needed to get out of there before another mortar strike exploded near him again. He grabbed his Mp-40 and ran forward towards a destroyed building hoping it would provide cover from the spray of bullets there was a window on the first floor he peeked out and could see a the 6th army advancing forward on the soviets, Frederick waited for a few minutes to regain his breath. A lot has happened to Frederick on the battlefield he just needed a quick break, he held his Mp-40 in his hand and was prepared in case any soviets were hiding in this building.

[Australian Antarctica]

Not seeing if his bullet hit, Ivan scrambled out of the building. He ran across the street to a half destroyed house. Inside Ivan found two Germans torturing a Russian captive. He quickly shot them both and ran over to find the Russian soldier was actually a Commissar. He untied the Commissar while asking who he was. "I am Yuri Borshcov, comrade. I was sent here to form a militia to stop these Fascist pigs invading the Motherland! Who are you?" Yuri asked

"I am Ivan Borisovich"
"What unit?"
"None comrade"
"Well, I officially conscript you into my unit. Now I need you for a special mission"
"What's the mission Commissar?"
"You need to escort me across the city to my command post"
"Yes comrade, but how am I to escort you using this" Ivan held up the rifle
"Use that" Yuri pointed to a MP38
Ivan picked up the gun and started off.

[Feichland]

1 Mile Behind German Lines

Alexandra peeked out of the window, looking down at the street. A German motorized unit was moving through the area, but had stopped to rest. Pulling up her rifle, she looked around for officers. She saw a Major jump out of a truck. She lines up her shot on his head, inhaling and exhaling. The Major lit a cigarette, smoking off of it. She pulled the trigger, turning the mans head into a red mist. She bolted her gun as the other Germans got into cover. Many got into cover facing her, unbeknownst to them. She killed another, and another, and another. Finally, a German soldier noticed the muzzle flash from a window and fired at it. The entire building was quickly turned into a deathtrap. Bullets whizzed over her as she crawled over to a table. She noticed a window leading into an alley as she got under the table. She crawled and jumped through the window, landing in some garbage. She quickly escaped closer to German lines in her beeline away from the unit.

Near German-Soviet Lines

Alexandra, holding her rifle, peeked out from an alleyway. Light combat was going on in the nearby apartment complex. She sneaked over to a low wall. Several Germans and Soviets were fighting in a small apartment. She bolted her gun, aimed it, and pulled the trigger. A Soviet soldier fell dead with his comrades getting into cover. The Germans, thinking it was a friendly sniper, rushed the Soviets. 2 dead Germans later, and they pulled back to their own hiding positions. 30 minutes went by, with 3 Germans and 8 Soviets dead. She made her way into the building, picking up an MP-40 and a few sticks of ammo while inside. Heavy machine-gun fire broke out nearby, and she investigated. Peering out of a window, she saw about 500 Soviets charging across a park, being mowed down by machine-gun fire. She left them be, as they posed no immediate threat to her. Plus, why should she help those traitorous Soviets, or those Fascist Germans? If she killed the machine-gunner, the Soviets might win, but would probably be driven back in a few hours anyway. If she killed the Soviet commanders, the same thing would happen. She sighed, and decided to make her way closer to the main battle.

[Australian Antarctica]

1 Mile Behind German Lines

Alexandra peeked out of the window, looking down at the street. A German motorized unit was moving through the area, but had stopped to rest. Pulling up her rifle, she looked around for officers. She saw a Major jump out of a truck. She lines up her shot on his head, inhaling and exhaling. The Major lit a cigarette, smoking off of it. She pulled the trigger, turning the mans head into a red mist. She bolted her gun as the other Germans got into cover. Many got into cover facing her, unbeknownst to them. She killed another, and another, and another. Finally, a German soldier noticed the muzzle flash from a window and fired at it. The entire building was quickly turned into a deathtrap. Bullets whizzed over her as she crawled over to a table. She noticed a window leading into an alley as she got under the table. She crawled and jumped through the window, landing in some garbage. She quickly escaped closer to German lines in her beeline away from the unit.

Near German-Soviet Lines

Alexandra, holding her rifle, peeked out from an alleyway. Light combat was going on in the nearby apartment complex. She sneaked over to a low wall. Several Germans and Soviets were fighting in a small apartment. She bolted her gun, aimed it, and pulled the trigger. A Soviet soldier fell dead with his comrades getting into cover. The Germans, thinking it was a friendly sniper, rushed the Soviets. 2 dead Germans later, and they pulled back to their own hiding positions. 30 minutes went by, with 3 Germans and 8 Soviets dead. She made her way into the building, picking up an MP-40 and a few sticks of ammo while inside. Heavy machine-gun fire broke out nearby, and she investigated. Peering out of a window, she saw about 500 Soviets charging across a park, being mowed down by machine-gun fire. She left them be, as they posed no immediate threat to her. Plus, why should she help those traitorous Soviets, or those Fascist Germans? If she killed the machine-gunner, the Soviets might win, but would probably be driven back in a few hours anyway. If she killed the Soviet commanders, the same thing would happen. She sighed, and decided to make her way closer to the main battle.

Ivan walked for what seemed like 100 kilometers before reaching the Soviet camp. When he did finally arrive the Commissar told him to wait for orders. He did and when the Commissar finally returned he asked Ivan if he was a good shot. "Da" he answered.
"Then I have an important mission for you" Yuri responded
"What is it comrade?"
"I need you to eliminate a German Colonel 2 miles behind the lines"
"I can't do this comrade. It is suicide"
"You will, or you will be shot"
"Then shoot me!" Ivan said pointing to his head. Yuri whipped out his pistol and aimed square at Ivan's head. He almost pulled the trigger when he realized that he couldn't do it. His hand shook before shoving the pistol back into it's holster. "Go" Yuri said in a quiet but forceful voice.
"What?' Ivan asked confused
"Go!" Yuri ordered

And so Ivan did, he left at a walk, then a run when he heard the Soviet troops yelling for him. Then he entered a dead sprint when they snet the dogs after him.

He ran until he reached a small house, with a girl standing next to it. He approached her and said "Who are you" with his rifle trained on her.

[Kalifati Arab shqiptar]

Day two in the hellhole
Jon totally lost sense of time and now he is chasing a Soviet officer, just another job, Jon thought.
"Quiet" he said to himself.
There was, the soviet colonel, sitting and drinking vodka, probably.
Jon was being slow and steady, any fast movement and his cover is blown.
He aimed down the sights, inhaled and hold the breath. Just at the moment he was ready to shoot, he shook.
He saw the sky and sweared in Albanian, "Martë dreqi kta mut avionësh(God damn these fucking planes)"
4 Heinkel he 111 flew over head and drop the payload at the near tractor factory. He didn't mind them, he aimed again and the colonel was there talking to one of his aides.
Weather was good that day, well it was not sunny, the ashes and the filth, created a cloud and blocked the sun to land his rays in this Godforsaken land. No wind, just the bullet weight.
He inhaled again, hold his breath and measured the bullet drop. Yeah, with his mind. He was a brilliant kid and now a brilliant adult with duties.
He SHOT. The bullet went through the officers chest, he was dead before he dropped in the ground.
That was his "contract". He couldn't risk anymore. He packed his things and slowly dragged himself back. He ran through the ruins and got to the German tunnels.
He got his journal and pencil out and said to himself. "66, you are getting good in this Jon, that's the second high ranking officer you killed."
He then asked Hans, a soldat, where Frederick was.
Frederick Manlait, a tough son of a bitch. He met him, in the Batlle of Kiev, since then they were good buddies.
When he heard that Freddie was in patrol but they lost communication of the outpost, he got the map and pinpoint the location of him, got his rifle, wore his black leather boots and his grey coat and got out of the tunnels again.
Long distant fire and artillery were heard. No contact with any Soviet scum. He then saw a patrol.
They were screaming in Russian, and their commissar pointed in a direction, THE OUTPOST DIRECTION!
They were so many, probably, but he didn't care, his friend would have done the same thing.
You know, being a SS sniper has perks, Jon and some others took orders directly by the Furher to join the fight and get those god damned Russian snipers and help the fight. He didn't took orders from anyone, expect for a Hauptmann, SS-Obergruppenführer or the Furher himslef.
He ran silently and here was the outpost.
The Soviets were swarming, the Germans were surrounded...