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Post by samt on Oct 4, 2015 20:12:16 GMT
Evilman tired of running, drinks a crate of Ale and "borrowed" vodka while charging back to Stalingrad. Sharing his reserves of various alcoholic drinks with his men they begin a great assault likened to a tide of screaming madmen. This successfully pushes back Ahriman's forces, although it does leave him vulnerable on the flanks. The rest of the German forces either reinforce or make balanced attacks, waiting for an opportunity to strike their enemies down in the inevitable assault by enemy forces. Will the German forces hold against the gathering Red Tide, will tomatow's still encircled forces survive the coming battle, and will kcat figure out whether the voices in his head are messages from the gods Gork and Mork or the result of that anti-tank round that hit him in the head last Tuesday? Find out on the next episode of War in the East Clash of the Centurions.
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Post by agrippamaxentius on Oct 4, 2015 20:27:40 GMT
Evilman tired of running, drinks a crate of Ale and "borrowed" vodka while charging back to Stalingrad. Sharing his reserves of various alcoholic drinks with his men they begin a great assault likened to a tide of screaming madmen. This successfully pushes back Ahriman's forces, although it does leave him vulnerable on the flanks. The rest of the German forces either reinforce or make balanced attacks, waiting for an opportunity to strike their enemies down in the inevitable assault by enemy forces. Will the German forces hold against the gathering Red Tide, will tomatow's still encircled forces survive the coming battle, and will kcat figure out whether the voices in his head are messages from the gods Gork and Mork or the result of that anti-tank round that hit him in the head last Tuesday? Find out on the next episode of War in the East Clash of the Centurions. Excellent work, and thank you for the donation Centurion . This one had me laughing, some fine attacks by the Germans on the Stalingrad front.
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Post by Ahriman999 on Oct 4, 2015 21:13:43 GMT
Meanwhile on the Stalingrad front, gunshots can be heard from the soviet lines. All of them being the executions of various Soviet officers, all of whom could provide no excuse for their incompetence. Special attention goes to the tank brigade officers who had routed with Stalingrad behind them, these individuals were set on fire and thrown off of the highest cliff the Russians could find. A (frankly, pissed) General Ahriman finding solace in the screams while in his command tent and stating his opinion on the situation to his various subordinate generals: "Why haven't those imbeciles on the flank closed the encirclement yet? We gave them plenty of room to maneuver around, correct?" Before one of the generals opens his mouth, the usually calm to the point of emotionless Ahriman slams his fist on the desk; "Get those motherfuckers moving!! If I find a single fucking supply truck with those fascist bastards that was making a delivery, the enveloping units will WISH they were those toasted fuckers out there!!"
The commanding generals of the offending army group (how dare they retreat from a deliberate assault by panzer divisions) naturally proceeded to leave the tent and carry out their orders with all haste, knowing that many-a bright mind in the Union's officer corps that would be more than happy to take their position. After the outburst, the overall commanding General Ahriman went back to planning, knowing that any breakthrough to Stalingrad would pretty much force the Germans to push their tanks in the direction of the great city.
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