10 more meters...Ortleib's breath escaped in burning smokey gasps as he sprinted toward the door of a badly damaged building. A scream of pain reached his ears as the sniper above claimed another victim. With a last explosion of energy he reached the safety of the stone overhang. A quick glance back confirmed that none of the three Marines with him had made it.
"This guy's good," he muttered as his breath slowly returned. None of his comrades were moving or even crying in pain. One hit kills, performed with surgical skill.
He made his way down a hallway toward the stairs that would hopefully lead to the roof. What remained of the carpeting was burnt and badly torn. The walls were badly scared, in some places no dry wall remained at all. Keeping his MP-40 at the ready, the German Marine began to climb the rusted metal stairs at the end of the hall, his footfalls echoing loudly despite every effort at stealth.
His "Theodoric" division was fighting house-to-house in Leningrad. It was difficult, bloody work. A Soviet seemed to be hiding behind every window ready to take cheap shots. Even a week of Naval bombardment had left plenty of excellent cover deep within Tsar Peter's eastern Venice.
"Tod aus dem Meer" and "Sea Lion" had been assigned to capture a critical rail yard, while "Vitalienbrüder," "Blanker Hans" and "Strand Nehmer" had linked up with the main attack of Army Group North. That left his division alone and surrounded by lurking danger.
Two more flights of stairs to the roof. He glanced down the second story hallway, saw nothing and prepared to continue up. A sort of finger sense compelled him to glance back one more time...
The burly Soviet was rushing at him, armed with a butcher knife and screaming something in Russian. Ortleib fired a burst that did little to slow the hulking attacker. In a second he was on his back, trying to control the knife hand with one arm while frantically gouging at his attacker's face with the other.
The struggle slowed as the German realized his enemy had died from the burst of bullets he had taken. Cursing silently he dragged himself out from under the dead man.
Saved again by dumb luck. No time to be grateful, there was a job to do.
The sniper's back was turned and it looked like he was searching for a target on the street below. Ortleib felt the chill of the wind biting into his ears with numbing fangs as he squeezed a controlled burst into the man's back.
Without a sound the sniper fell face first.
Approaching with caution the Marine Storm Soldier prepared to shoot again at any movement. Nothing. Keeping the MP-40 trained on target he turned over the corpse with the toe of his boot.
Expecting another heavily bearded, broad-faced, ugly Slavic man he recoiled with shocked surprise at the soft features of a beautiful woman of perhaps 20. She looked like she was sleeping peacefully, only the red snow beneath her betrayed her fate.
Sickened, the German turned away. His mind reeled with images of the last week: a wounded Russian calmly putting his intestines back into a split stomach, Soviet cavalry men making a meal of their horse, unarmed factory workers charging their positions...now this.
In that moment he grasped the madness of the Red Front. In the next moment he was again running for cover as shots were fired from a window across the street.
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"I thought it was appropriate that I make your acquaintance now, before you become Grand Admiral." Goering extended a meaty paw toward Admiral Doenitz, his voice dripping with false sincerity.
"That was only a rumor, Air Marshal. I'm perfectly content here, leading the U-Boat arm." The submariner didn't know what to make of this strange visit. It was the first time he had ever met the
Luftwaffe commander and he was not comfortable with the conversation they were having.
"Raeder will be gone by this time next year. You must know he's been feeling the effects of age lately." Doenitz frowned and said nothing.
"Everyone knows you're next in line. It's time you start acting the part." Now the heavy hand was on his shoulder. Goering's smile was reptilian, never reaching his glassy eyes.
"I will do my duty when the time comes, if it does come. I have nothing more to discuss with you." The smile vanished and the hand retreated.
"I hope you are a sensible man. For your sake."
With that, the corpulent air force commander turned and waddled away.
"They're trying to make me into a politician," Doenitz thought bitterly.
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Combined Assault
The coming of General Winter has done little to save the Soviets as the steady advance of Army Group North reached Leningrad where the Marine Storm Soldiers were called into action. A combined Naval and Ground attack took the "window to the west." In spite of these successes Finland remains neutral and is so isolationist that they won't even listen to alliance proposals.
Red Navy
Operation Lightning Bolt is launched to destroy the Soviet fleet and aid in the attack on Leningrad. We finally engaged the Soviet navy as they fled the captured city. As expected, it was an ugly beating but no ships were sunk as they fled into Viipuri. The ships we did engage would have probably been considered obsolete in 1930, let alone now.
Gomel pocket
Overall progress in the East seems to be building momentum as the encirclements begin to add up and drain the vast Soviet numbers. Victory by the end of '42? It might be possible.
Nice plan, Guzzler
The British continue to annoy with more attempts at Operation Jupiter. The surface fleet, including
Bismarck and
Tirpitz has been dispatched off of Norway to prevent future landings. The sinkings of a few transports will probably help with that. I keep thinking "this is their last gasp" only to be unpleasantly surprised.
Meanwhile the U-Boat campaign claimed another 180 convoy ships in two months of activity. That number was even lowered slightly by the movement of Vorwärts and Gray Wolf Group to the eastern sea board of the USA in anticipation of Operation Drumbeat.
Then, no declaration of war. Has the Japanese success in China somehow prevented Pearl Harbor or is this just randomness that will sort itself out soon? I don't know.
In any case, the U-Boat campaign will continue. The resistance is almost non-existent and even Italian U-Boats are now freely prowling the Atlantic.
Eastern Front, January 1st, 1942
If the USA never gets involved, victory is all but assured. Which isn't to say I won't bring the fight to them. Meanwhile, long winter nights mean happy hunting!
Next: 1942!