Battle of Stalingrad: Blood of the Red Army
The Nazis have driven deep into the Motherland! Robbing, killing, and raping the Soviet people! It is time to drive them back in our last hope of regaining the Motherland!
The boats lurched slowly across the Volga River. Smoke covered the skies, and what it didn't cover, was covered by clouds. It was not a good sign but then again there was no choice but to await the inevitable fate that was theirs. Boats of echidnas, tigers, and Siberian huskies made their way as aquatic mines took out some boats or the Luftwaffe did.
"Not much to do but wait and die" An orange furred echidna said as he adjusted his green uniform.
"Not exactly the best spirit to take." A husky said then coughed.
Lieutenant Jack King stood on the side of the boat with other commissars. In his hand was a Luger which he had aimed at the troops in the boat, ready to shoot anyone of them that dared attempt to escape. He looked at Major Khevdor Speratti. "Be arriving less we are shot eh comrade?"
Speratti laughed "Ya!" Suddenly they could hear the roar of engines and looked to the sky. Three Stukas were incoming. "Dive bombers!"
The troops tried to duck as best they could under the sudden burst of fire. One commissar fell into the pit of the boat with the troops, dead. Two other troops were killed. Troops began to try to escape.
A troop got up near King and in quick response King shot him between the eyes and threw his body out of the boat. Another three were shot in the water by a commissar with a PPSh. The rest didn't attempt to flee.
The boat landed at the dock and King dismounted and waved his Luger as he pushed troops into lines to receive Mosin-Nagants. King got onto the crates and yelled out, "The man with the rifle shoots! The man without the rifle follows! The man with the rifle gets shot! The man without the rifle takes up the rifle and shoots!" King looked toward the slope that led into Stalingrad and watched as troops were shredded under machine gun fire. Those that tried to retreat were shot by waiting commissars. He focused on the lines and watched more men and even women get pushed into the lines.
King got off the boxes and rounded up a ready group with a flag bearer. "For the Motherland!" He yelled, getting a cheer out of them. The group followed King in as he charged the hill and with out delay the machine gun fire came raining down on them. King dove behind a wall where a radio sergeant was communicating to the home base across the Volga. Suddenly a Stuka came flying in and instantly took out a large group of Soviets in the open and some hidden behind walls.
King grabbed the sergeant by the collar, "Take that damn thing out!"
"I'm trying to get rid of those on the hilltop sir!"
King let him go and looked around. He needed a way to get Soviets in closer but how? He saw it in one form, a charge under some form of cover. Now he needed the cover. . .thunder crackled above as rain began to fall. "NOW!" King ran forth with other Soviets as they fired off and started to make it over the hill and into Stalingrad. Just as they got past the first block they halted. . . cause awaiting them was a Panzer Mark IV. King grabbed the nearest person and dove into a building. He heard the cannon fire and debris flew, along screams and bodies.
"Thank you sir."
"It was a natural reaction." King looked at who he saved. It was a young female echidna with golden fur and very lovely eyes. She had on the standard green uniform of the Soviets and a helmet. King blinked. "What is your name comrade?"
"Tikal Zinoviia sir."
King nodded. He looked outside and saw the Panzer Mark IV going down another road. He could see some Soviets making it through the city, but still they were being taken out by mass German troops, tanks, or snipers.
"Sir?" King looked at her. "Do you know of any way to get through the city? I'm unarmed. . ."
"Hmmm." King rubbed his chin. "All we can do is run and hope to find a supply point where those fascist bastards have stored weapons."
King and Tikal ran out of the building and into the open along with other Soviets. They hid in an alley and waited for some transporters to go by before running out again. They made it to a small depot where the Nazis had stored some tanks. King smiled "I have an idea."
Minutes later the two were in a Tiger tank and rolling out into the city. Tikal was driving while King loaded and fired the cannon. "Sir! I see a division of lorries."
"Fall in line with them and get ready to man the machine gun." Tikal moved the tank in behind the lorries and waited for them to get near a squad of Russians. King fired off a shot and blew the front truck up. Tikal quickly moved from the driver seat to the machine gunner's seat and fired off on any German she could pin. The Russians got the idea and charged off the on the Germans, beating them by fist and taking their weapons. King popped out of the hatch and got more Russians to fill the tank. Tikal stayed as the driver while the machine gunner was filled and two Russians took on the task of loading and firing.
King stood out of the hatch and watched the battle as the tank rolled on through the streets. "Fire at that building!" King yelled as he ducked from sniper fire. The cannon was raised and fired, blasting a hole in the building and sending Germans flying out.
Fires erupted from gasoline tanks on lorries being blown up. Nazis were in retreat as their heavy weaponry was put out of use or was destroyed. "We are running low on shells sir!" King looked at the loaders and rubbed his chin.
"Well then we need to drive the Germans far out of here and fast. Tikal, you know where the train station is?"
"I know what you want sir!" King smiled. If they could take the train station they could cut off most the German offense and drive away the rest.
The train station was all ready being assaulted by ten Soviets against one- hundred Germans. King walked through the halls of the train station with his tank crew. King saw a Nazi moving across an intersection in the hallway and shot him in the leg. Before he could shoot him again a shot rang off from behind him and pinned the Nazi in the head. Tikal popped out the shell she used and replaced the bolt back.
King smiled. "Nice shot. Let's keep going." The small group proceeded onward. Soon the sound of gunfire came to their ears and they ran to a broken window and saw the group of Russians fighting off the Germans to the best of their abilities. King looked for something to even the odds and saw an mg on one of the steel catwalks that overlooked the train yard. "Take that mg!" King and two others ran in while Tikal and the machine gunner used the rifles they had obtained to pick of Nazi troops.
King and his two escorts obtained the mg soon and remounted it on the other side. They opened fire on the Nazis in the train yard and took down a fair load before the rest dropped their rifles and sub machine guns and surrendered.
A few minutes later, King and his small band of troops ate some bread and had water. King looked over the prisoners they had captured. Twenty-four total. King walked off to check a nearby building for anyone inside. Tikal followed him.
King looked about the building and found only a small bed and a desk. "Train conductor's office I would suppose." He muttered.
"Sir?" King looked behind him and saw Tikal.
"Yes comrade?"
"I noticed blood coming from your uniform."
"It's nothing, just a small shot."
Tikal sat him on the bed and took off his long coat and uniform underneath. She looked at the wound. "Bullet went through. She took some clothe out of her pouch and treated his wound some. King watched her in silence.
"So tell me about yourself."
"Well. . ." Tikal started wrapping the wound up. "My family died in the bombing runs so I was made an orphan."
"How old are you?"
"14. . ."
King nodded. "I'm 30. You are very gorgeous for a 14 year old."
Tikal blushed. "There, all better." King smiled at her, making her blush more. King took her helmet off allowing her hair to fall down from under the helmet. He rubbed her cheek gently. "You remind me of my niece, she was a lovely girl." King sighed. He closed his deep blue eyes and stood up, his dreads swaying as he moved. "I wish I could have saved her." He placed his coat and long over coat on. The two walked outside and could hear the echoes of gunfire still ahead.
King placed his cap back on his gray hair and opened his eyes. "I couldn't save her, but retribution is something I can still offer for her!"
The Russian offense had finally begun. . .
Part 4
American troops are making a landing in England to help rebel the Germans, but they have to do so in one night and must eliminate all Germans so as to prevent Berlin from knowing of American intervention in the war. Next up: Night of the Gold Eagles: Invasion of Europe at hand.
The Nazis have driven deep into the Motherland! Robbing, killing, and raping the Soviet people! It is time to drive them back in our last hope of regaining the Motherland!
The boats lurched slowly across the Volga River. Smoke covered the skies, and what it didn't cover, was covered by clouds. It was not a good sign but then again there was no choice but to await the inevitable fate that was theirs. Boats of echidnas, tigers, and Siberian huskies made their way as aquatic mines took out some boats or the Luftwaffe did.
"Not much to do but wait and die" An orange furred echidna said as he adjusted his green uniform.
"Not exactly the best spirit to take." A husky said then coughed.
Lieutenant Jack King stood on the side of the boat with other commissars. In his hand was a Luger which he had aimed at the troops in the boat, ready to shoot anyone of them that dared attempt to escape. He looked at Major Khevdor Speratti. "Be arriving less we are shot eh comrade?"
Speratti laughed "Ya!" Suddenly they could hear the roar of engines and looked to the sky. Three Stukas were incoming. "Dive bombers!"
The troops tried to duck as best they could under the sudden burst of fire. One commissar fell into the pit of the boat with the troops, dead. Two other troops were killed. Troops began to try to escape.
A troop got up near King and in quick response King shot him between the eyes and threw his body out of the boat. Another three were shot in the water by a commissar with a PPSh. The rest didn't attempt to flee.
The boat landed at the dock and King dismounted and waved his Luger as he pushed troops into lines to receive Mosin-Nagants. King got onto the crates and yelled out, "The man with the rifle shoots! The man without the rifle follows! The man with the rifle gets shot! The man without the rifle takes up the rifle and shoots!" King looked toward the slope that led into Stalingrad and watched as troops were shredded under machine gun fire. Those that tried to retreat were shot by waiting commissars. He focused on the lines and watched more men and even women get pushed into the lines.
King got off the boxes and rounded up a ready group with a flag bearer. "For the Motherland!" He yelled, getting a cheer out of them. The group followed King in as he charged the hill and with out delay the machine gun fire came raining down on them. King dove behind a wall where a radio sergeant was communicating to the home base across the Volga. Suddenly a Stuka came flying in and instantly took out a large group of Soviets in the open and some hidden behind walls.
King grabbed the sergeant by the collar, "Take that damn thing out!"
"I'm trying to get rid of those on the hilltop sir!"
King let him go and looked around. He needed a way to get Soviets in closer but how? He saw it in one form, a charge under some form of cover. Now he needed the cover. . .thunder crackled above as rain began to fall. "NOW!" King ran forth with other Soviets as they fired off and started to make it over the hill and into Stalingrad. Just as they got past the first block they halted. . . cause awaiting them was a Panzer Mark IV. King grabbed the nearest person and dove into a building. He heard the cannon fire and debris flew, along screams and bodies.
"Thank you sir."
"It was a natural reaction." King looked at who he saved. It was a young female echidna with golden fur and very lovely eyes. She had on the standard green uniform of the Soviets and a helmet. King blinked. "What is your name comrade?"
"Tikal Zinoviia sir."
King nodded. He looked outside and saw the Panzer Mark IV going down another road. He could see some Soviets making it through the city, but still they were being taken out by mass German troops, tanks, or snipers.
"Sir?" King looked at her. "Do you know of any way to get through the city? I'm unarmed. . ."
"Hmmm." King rubbed his chin. "All we can do is run and hope to find a supply point where those fascist bastards have stored weapons."
King and Tikal ran out of the building and into the open along with other Soviets. They hid in an alley and waited for some transporters to go by before running out again. They made it to a small depot where the Nazis had stored some tanks. King smiled "I have an idea."
Minutes later the two were in a Tiger tank and rolling out into the city. Tikal was driving while King loaded and fired the cannon. "Sir! I see a division of lorries."
"Fall in line with them and get ready to man the machine gun." Tikal moved the tank in behind the lorries and waited for them to get near a squad of Russians. King fired off a shot and blew the front truck up. Tikal quickly moved from the driver seat to the machine gunner's seat and fired off on any German she could pin. The Russians got the idea and charged off the on the Germans, beating them by fist and taking their weapons. King popped out of the hatch and got more Russians to fill the tank. Tikal stayed as the driver while the machine gunner was filled and two Russians took on the task of loading and firing.
King stood out of the hatch and watched the battle as the tank rolled on through the streets. "Fire at that building!" King yelled as he ducked from sniper fire. The cannon was raised and fired, blasting a hole in the building and sending Germans flying out.
Fires erupted from gasoline tanks on lorries being blown up. Nazis were in retreat as their heavy weaponry was put out of use or was destroyed. "We are running low on shells sir!" King looked at the loaders and rubbed his chin.
"Well then we need to drive the Germans far out of here and fast. Tikal, you know where the train station is?"
"I know what you want sir!" King smiled. If they could take the train station they could cut off most the German offense and drive away the rest.
The train station was all ready being assaulted by ten Soviets against one- hundred Germans. King walked through the halls of the train station with his tank crew. King saw a Nazi moving across an intersection in the hallway and shot him in the leg. Before he could shoot him again a shot rang off from behind him and pinned the Nazi in the head. Tikal popped out the shell she used and replaced the bolt back.
King smiled. "Nice shot. Let's keep going." The small group proceeded onward. Soon the sound of gunfire came to their ears and they ran to a broken window and saw the group of Russians fighting off the Germans to the best of their abilities. King looked for something to even the odds and saw an mg on one of the steel catwalks that overlooked the train yard. "Take that mg!" King and two others ran in while Tikal and the machine gunner used the rifles they had obtained to pick of Nazi troops.
King and his two escorts obtained the mg soon and remounted it on the other side. They opened fire on the Nazis in the train yard and took down a fair load before the rest dropped their rifles and sub machine guns and surrendered.
A few minutes later, King and his small band of troops ate some bread and had water. King looked over the prisoners they had captured. Twenty-four total. King walked off to check a nearby building for anyone inside. Tikal followed him.
King looked about the building and found only a small bed and a desk. "Train conductor's office I would suppose." He muttered.
"Sir?" King looked behind him and saw Tikal.
"Yes comrade?"
"I noticed blood coming from your uniform."
"It's nothing, just a small shot."
Tikal sat him on the bed and took off his long coat and uniform underneath. She looked at the wound. "Bullet went through. She took some clothe out of her pouch and treated his wound some. King watched her in silence.
"So tell me about yourself."
"Well. . ." Tikal started wrapping the wound up. "My family died in the bombing runs so I was made an orphan."
"How old are you?"
"14. . ."
King nodded. "I'm 30. You are very gorgeous for a 14 year old."
Tikal blushed. "There, all better." King smiled at her, making her blush more. King took her helmet off allowing her hair to fall down from under the helmet. He rubbed her cheek gently. "You remind me of my niece, she was a lovely girl." King sighed. He closed his deep blue eyes and stood up, his dreads swaying as he moved. "I wish I could have saved her." He placed his coat and long over coat on. The two walked outside and could hear the echoes of gunfire still ahead.
King placed his cap back on his gray hair and opened his eyes. "I couldn't save her, but retribution is something I can still offer for her!"
The Russian offense had finally begun. . .
Part 4
American troops are making a landing in England to help rebel the Germans, but they have to do so in one night and must eliminate all Germans so as to prevent Berlin from knowing of American intervention in the war. Next up: Night of the Gold Eagles: Invasion of Europe at hand.