Location: Stalingrad (Outside) – Crossing and Securing the Volga

Time: 12:07

Date: 09/18/1942

After that long drive to Stalingrad, We faced great odd's, We were under so much pressure from the enemy that every inch of ground was a dog fight. The only way to get close was to actually contest and fight squadron by squadron, But to fight fair was unnecessary. The German's had more superior technology in some way's. More refined tank's, Better weaponry for combat in someway's, They even had rather talented generals in some respects which even meant that of their lower ranked personnel. Though just like with everything, There's a way to get around everything. Since getting to Stalingrad I had hit the ground fighting, And with us we hadn't decided on what was the best way to go forward..However

Quiet, That was the mood of the entire battleground, In the distance as they kept their eye's trained on the encampment across the Volga. There had been fragmented buildings or leveled to an extent. Some still stood brooding over the once forgotten city that held it's name for being prosporous. Now an entirely different perspective could be seen. The smell of cordite was still high in the air wafting into his nostril's. The scent was so familiar to him now that he had long since forgotten the smell of clean air. Even if it was pleasant, It was sterile, A reminder of a false peace that would never be granted to that soldier. As Kolya gripped his PPSh-41, He'd watch as they had all boarded the boat. Their eye's still focused on the bank. It was night time, This had been the perfect time for infiltrating enemy space.

"Keep still to the wind..Make no sound as we get close."

The lieutenant had denounced, As for Innokenti he had done just that. Such blue hues burning for the desire of battle once more. This was what he found merit in. What he believed in, And as that vessel crossed the silent poisoned waters, He'd see in the distance the burning fire. It was faint and almost look shamelessly hidden. However, It was the only thing he could focus on, He was sure whatever that had been behind it was for the most part still enjoying their night, But their operation was simple. It was to move directly across lines and move directly into Stalingrad making a pathway to aide and give relief to that of the 62nd Rifle Division.

"Nikolai.."

Alik had whispered, The male had patted Nikolai's shoulder lightly, Motioning his Mosin in the general direction of the German's. They hadn't seen them till the last minute and upon the first one spotting them, Nikolai had decided to take the first shot. There was no way he'd allow for them to actually take them out. Not now..Not ever, Kolya shifted that rifle directly into his shoulder. Eyes peering directly into the general direction of the German forces. As he lined that iron sight onto that exposed gray helmet, He'd fire a single shot which would smash into the soldier's head sending him down in a instant. Whilst gripping the base of the rifle. A flurry of MG fire would tear toward's the waters as they were being fired upon by artillery. Even so, They held steady until their feet had touched the ground. Dashing off the first thing he had noticed, Would be the beach's bank head. Smashing his form into the rock surface. Watching as the rest of his breathren had followed such tactic. They'd patiently wait right before one of the soldiers managed to transport the Soviet radio up to the beach side. In less then those few seconds. There would be static traveling across it as they had watched the soldier plotting the coordinates for their enemies on the beach. Keeping their head's low, Those 10 minutes had been consumed by the bombings and explosions of the Artillery dropping those heavy HE shells down onto the Germans. Their screams drowned out as the entire area was reduced to broken rubble. Upon noticing this, Kolya himself had waited till such was completed before seeing that the radioman was without a weapon, In good conscience, He knew that caring for his comrades would be best to his effect.

"Here.."

Extending the Mosin to him along with the spare ammunition, The Radioman had graciously accepted, Keeping his form low, He was now weaponless, At least until Alik extended to him his Tokarev, The PPsh-41 had shifted down into hand's before Kolya nodded affirming the situation.

"Thank you..I'll be sure to return it."

Alik shook his head on that ordeal.

"It's fine..I'm sure I'll find another one on the battlefield."

Tis true, It was a sad but endearing fact, They were always picking up another weapon, Whether they were unserviceable, lost, or just had to quickly adapt to the next weapon in their grasp, And it just so happened that an exposed Mauser K98K had been there laid directly next to a downed German soldier, As his fingers enwrapped themselves around the handguard, He'd begin to pull any excess ammunition from his body. Eyes focusing on the entrance into Stalingrad. Buildings were derelict from the consistent bombings and these had only made such worse. As they quickly pushed into the Red Square. Upon doing so, He'd very mu could watch as soldiers had made their way toward's the fountain determined to hold it by any means.

"Petrenko! Move forward! Do not let the germans hold that ground."

Petrenko..The name sounded familiar, Yet too caught up in directly moving forward. That's when it happened a single HE shell smashing into the wall close to where more enemy combatants were located. They had to have made the impact of moving forward. They could not step back due to the fact that they could be killed at any moment. Whilst watching a few Germans move outside the hole created in the wall. Kolya would aim that Mauser firing a single shot directly at the exposed body before seeing that body jerk backwards. They all placed fire on the building before moving inside. The first thing that came to mind was the MP-40 laying at the ground, Quickly picking the weapon up, He'd very much would begin to aim around the corner, Firing controlled shots at those that were behind a wall.

"Kolya, Throwing an F1."

Removing the F1-Grenade from his strap set, He'd pull the pin before throwing it directly into the room filled with those soldiers. A loud boom echoed outwards. Killing everyone inside, As they moved pass the corridor and made their way for the stairway, Nikolai had been pursuing behind Alik. Eyes set on the front as they neared the top of the building, Overlooking the German positions which mowed down a majority of the opposition. Kolya had saw that there was an Scoped Mosin laying on the ground next to a dead Russian soldier. Seeing the Tokarev holster on his side, Kolya had quickly removed the Tokarev he received from Alik before returning it to him.

"Here my friend…"

Extending the handgun back over to him, Kolya had quickly removed the holster with the handgun before applying such to his side. Removing the Mosin he'd begin to peer through the crosshairs. Carefully aiming, He'd fire shots down at the officers who were calling for reinforcements, Their head's exploding at the single shot as he had been neutralizing them left and right, Once they were all down, Alik merely took his time, His sub-machine gun teetering at the low ready as they eventually fled from the building. Exiting the hole they had previously entered, They would turn to see that artillery had been shelling the entire defensive position, It was being smashed to pieces. As they waited for the shelling to stop, It was at that point that the entire area was broken in.

"Red Square is ours…We should keep moving..should be an entrance area to go further into the city."

Alik affirmed, As the group of soldiers ran across the desolated field, Nikolai had simply kept his head down as the green helmet shifted over those icy blue hues. Sprinting into the tunnel itself, Upon passing through the area a single sniper round would land knocking off Nikolai's helmet, Throwing himself to the ground he'd yell out.

"SNIPER!"

Eyes peered upwards surveying the clock tower which was further down the road. Taking a knee at the edge, He'd patiently wait to shift his scope of the Mosin around the brick piece before peering down the crosshairs. Eye's meeting the target at his front before a single shot ricocheted out into the air watching as that shadow collapsed onto the ground. From there on had been nothing but systematic destruction of the entire German force. Still, They had merely bitten into the flesh of the Fascist War Horse..and would soon be able to consume that entire beast.