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Just remember you are lucky to not be them.” Another Grenadier said as the remaining Russian tanks entered an optimal range for them to return fire as two more shells were thrown by the AT guns at them, one shell bouncing off the frontal armor of one as the other missed, practically evaporating a nearby Russian infantryman. The tanks now returned fire on the anti tank guns as they continued moving forward towards the trench and although not having any direct effect on the guns themselves, one of the high explosive shells had landed nearby one of the guns, causing one of the men crewing the gun to fall forward into it, screaming in pain as he was presumably pierced by the shrapnel produced from the shells explosion. However things were only to get worse for the German defenders as a KV-2 heavy tank rolled up onto the top of the rise, accompanied by several other companies of Russian soldiers. Atop the KV-2 stood a Russian infantry officer who jumped down off the tank and moved forward with what had now become a Russian horde just as one of the Pak 40 shells hit the KV to no effect, bouncing harmlessly off its armor. “Holy Fuck!” Friedrich said as the KV began adjusting its turret to fire in their direction. “Fire at will!” The lieutenant yelled out somewhere down the line. A hail of small arms fire now met the advancing Russian infantry as the entire regiment opened fire along amateur its entire front causing them to fall in droves in some places as if almost by command. Friedrich squeezed once on the trigger of his MG, sending fifteen bullets at the targets he had picked. Two Russians were reality hit by this burst, a red mist protruding diagonally from their chests in three locations each as they fell to the ground like many of their comrades. Yet still the Russians advanced against the heavily outnumbered defenders as yet another T-34 was put out of action by one of the Paks behind the trenchline. The KV-2 responded, landing a shell directly in front of the AT gun that had fired, completely wrecking the gun and killing two of its crew as Klaus brought down his first Russian with a burst of six or seven bullets from his own weapon. The first of which buried itself in the Russians upper leg, followed by two more landing just above it in the man’s lower stomach, bringing him down instantly. But as quickly as the defending Germans were dealing teen out death they were also now beginning to receive it, To his left one of Klaus’ squad was hit by a rifle bullet in the helmet making an audible, “ding” the man fell backwards into the trench as a single stream of blood trickled down his face. “Get his tags!” Klaus yelled to a Grenadier close to the now dead German. “On it!” The Grenadier said, kneeling down and pulling the bottom half of the man’s dog tag from the rest and placing it in his pocket. However upon standing up and firing his weapon the Grenadier immediately fell backwards into the trench, dropping his weapon as a bullet passed through his right shoulder. Although not dead he was now unable to fight. Klaus had just brought down another target and knelt down to reload in cover when he saw him. He pulled a bandage from a leather box on the rear of his belt and tossed it onto the wounded man’s lap saying. “You’ll be alright! Just sit tight!” To Klaus’ left Friedrich was already reloading his third belt when the KV fired doggystyle its gun again. Destroying the other Pak 40 behind the trench line. After a few short bursts and several more dead and wounded Russians the MG was officially out of ammo. But with no long ranged anti tank support the Russian tanks had now turned their focus to the trenches themselves which already looked in poor shape. Despite there being at least four hundred dead and wounded Russians accompanied by several destroyed tanks in front of the German trench; it was barely returning fire against the large amount of remaining Russians. In his company of fifty Klaus could see at least seven dead and double that of the wounded, strewn about in all positions along the trenchline and from the looks of it. Company B was doing none the better. From up above artillery shells could be heard incoming. However. homemade We’d probably have to let everyone get used to the game first. 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