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Hmmmmmm........well although I would like to see Asia, I am very much intrigued by this German artillery officer. So I'll vote with Europe (but I am already out voted on this I feel 
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Looking forward to finding out what exactly happened to the people. I recall a few pages back that Polish girl whom evacuated said pretty much the same thing. That only a few were on the roads and pretty much hardly anyone else. Still, it makes be wonder what has happened to the people.....
I wonder also just how many people excatly were able to evacuate from Europe itself? I'd like to see perhaps an experiance from Finland sometime. Nothing finer then a survival story in the freezing cold of winter to keep one on their toes!
Anyway, looking forward to the next update!
)Looking forward to finding out what exactly happened to the people. I recall a few pages back that Polish girl whom evacuated said pretty much the same thing. That only a few were on the roads and pretty much hardly anyone else. Still, it makes be wonder what has happened to the people.....
I wonder also just how many people excatly were able to evacuate from Europe itself? I'd like to see perhaps an experiance from Finland sometime. Nothing finer then a survival story in the freezing cold of winter to keep one on their toes!
Anyway, looking forward to the next update!
I'm dying to know what happened to Japan and China, so on to Asia.
What happened to Africa? Seeing as Europe is under Chimera control Africa should be too but it is very hot there (I assume the Chimera don't like the heat since they thrive in the cold) and the infrastructure is pretty bad as well.
What happened to Africa? Seeing as Europe is under Chimera control Africa should be too but it is very hot there (I assume the Chimera don't like the heat since they thrive in the cold) and the infrastructure is pretty bad as well.
I want to know what happens to all the refugees (do they get turned into Chimera?)... so Germany gets my vote.
rcduggan said:
If I remember right, the Chimera leave no survivors. No refugees. It leaves nothing.
But maybe the AAR starter has a different story.
It's quite possible that you'll met all the missing refugees.
When they'll assault UK with the Chimeran Army!!!!
Mwahahahaha!!!!!
Sorry, I couldn't resist.
When they'll assault UK with the Chimeran Army!!!!
Mwahahahaha!!!!!
Sorry, I couldn't resist.
The Battle of Germany, Part 1
Cayenne, French Guiana
[The majority of the UED forces left intact have been stationed in both North America and the former European colonial possessions in South America. It is here where the remnants of the UED regiments are regrouped into new army corps, similar to the reorganization going on in Quebec. One of these famous army groups, nicknamed the ‘Death’s Head Division’, consists mainly of German soldiers who have fought from the first battles of the war to the fall of Europe. Major Wolff of the 45th Panzer corps takes pride in the name, wearing a skull insignia on his shoulder. He is a tall, imposing man, his face darkened by months of fighting throughout the continent.]
Danzig was already a burning ruin when the order to withdraw was given. By the time Manstein managed to escape, about forty five percent of his forces managed to make it out of the encirclement.
To us, it seemed as though the Chimera were moving non-stop, never resting, maybe even sleeping. As the operations officer of the 45th Panzer Corps, I was responsible for overseeing the transfer of the Corps’ staff from our former HQ in Silesia to Brandenburg, but nothing prepared me for this. The switchboards were jammed with calls for help and assistance. Every hour we’ve heard of at least another town or village falling to the Chimera, another road and escape route closed off, or another division transmitting their final message. The Chimera were changing their tactics, as if they were learning as they fought us. Observational learning on a grand scale. No longer were they just attacking en masse, but the General Staff also noted the use of probing attacks and diversionary tactics, simple squad tactics of cover and concealment. They also constantly shifted the strength along their lines to see how we would react, to see if we would attack.
The Oder-Neisse line was our next defensive line, and the disengagement and withdrawal from Poland had already begun. For the divisions immediately in front of the Chimeran advance, extraction was next to impossible. Aside from almost constant probing attacks, the men were exhausted, scared and low on supplies and ammunition. It was not my responsibility to organize the whole withdrawal, but I still remember my Oberst Von Wenck (colonel) complaining bitterly about how the frontline units were being sacrificed in order for the reserves to pull back. This was perhaps the closest thing to the truth, and with our unit being next in line to receive the Chimeran attack, to be the new front line, you can imagine the thoughts going through our heads. Still, we were trained well, to always obey orders from our superiors. As good soldiers, we rationalized that we did as we were told. Otherwise, there was no way we could have continued functioning together as a unit.
Our battery was posted at Frankfurt, the designated ‘safe’ zone for any civilian evacuees and military personnel, anything east of that was no man’s land. Every bridge over the Oder was destroyed while UED planes tried to stifle the Chimera advance with their bombing runs. It was perhaps the greatest massed defensive effort in European history, several hundred thousand troops were mobilized, land mines were laid in designated ‘kill zones’ or predicted crossings of the enemy. Anti-tank and artillery batteries covered every inch of our shoreline. Infantry divisions were dug in their lines of trenches and foxholes, ready to absorb the Chimeran wave.
At this point, I started writing home to my family. The Government had decided to come clean with the situation after Danzig, detailing to the populace the existence of the Chimera as well as instructions on how to deal with the invasion and to remain calm. Now that I look back at it, staying in their homes played exactly to the Chimera’s strategy of infecting human beings. But who could conceive a massive evacuation effort like that? There was talk in Germany of Operation ‘Spring Storm’, an evacuation plan to Africa or America based on a lottery draw, but that talk was only in the newspapers by the time the Chimera reached the Oder.
The civilian government was concerned about evacuating the populace to as far as the French border, even at that prospect, there were loud voices within the German parliament that this was shameful. I think the loudest voice of all was the Nationalsozialistische Deutsche Arbeiterparte (National Socialist German Workers' Party), one of the major opposition parties of the country. They were loudly proclaiming that the war was being lost because of the incompetents in the government, and they were the only hope left to the country. As a soldier, I didn’t care much about their political views, but I have to admit, being a proud military man, I had agreed with their version of Dolchstosslegende.
I’m afraid I am not acquainted with that term
It’s essentially the theory that Germany was never beaten in battle in the Great War, but instead we were weakened fatally inside by an attitude of defeatism in the Populace. It was this ‘stab-in-the-back’ theory that many politicians exploited to get the votes of the army, and I am ashamed to say that I had subscribed to it. How else could we justify that we, the proud Germany army, had lost in our worst defeat since Napoleon? Of course, what we didn’t know was that the parties used this for their own political means, blaming the Jews and other ‘races’ for sabotaging Germany.
Insane isn’t it? Even in the midst of an enemy that killed everyone indiscriminately, we still found time to bicker with each other and get at each other’s throats.
Either way, I was glad the evacuation order passed in Parliament, At least that got some civilians somewhat out of the way for the next battle. And perhaps gave them a head start towards the west.
Our defensive line was officially commanded by Manstein again, but we all knew it was to soak up the Chimeran attack for the eventual counter offensive. Behind our lines, columns of tanks and motorized infantry under Generals Rommel and Guderian were waiting for the signal. Even if this wasn’t trench warfare, I still appreciated the fear of my comrades, sitting on the lines in misery day by day, awaiting the order to charge into the unknown.
The Winter that year was brutal, but despite the freezing conditions, we were lucky there was very little snow in our sector. The ground was frozen white, and that enabled our armor to move more easily. Our sector of the line was assigned to us on the map, with specific locations of infantry companies and artillery batteries so that we would not mistakenly bombard our friends. Our infantry regiment commander, Oberst Dufving made specific assignments and fields of fire for each infantry battalion and battery crew. The battery commanders than had to pick the best observation points and positions for their guns.
It was a good position, the best a defending German army may have ever had. No army in history had managed a successful river crossing when the enemy was literally staring down at them on the other side, not without some flanking maneuver or diversion, but this was a line that stretched for endless miles, there was no way we would be outflanked. Army engineers even constructed a road along the river to move units behind the lines of bunkers and barbed wire.
It didn’t take long for the Chimera to attack, though this time they didn’t announce their attack with that deafening inhuman howl. We saw squads of Chimera rushing for the river, individual units that offered smaller targets as opposed to the giant human wave attacks we saw earlier in Russia. I was observing from my post on the other side of the river, so I was unable to make out any distinct features on the creatures, but they were unnaturally bulky and fast, and even from the distance, we could tell from their glowing eyes and grey skins that they were anything but human.
At this point, our radios came alive. “Commence firing!”
The sound of the first exploding shell was nerve wracking, but eventually its effect died down when the entire line fired. To us, in an instant, the world was filled with explosions, the smell of burnt powder, trembling earth and frenzied activity. I don’t know how, but the Chimera also managed to operate their own artillery in their lines, either from our captured guns or from their own, the first shots began landing in our territory. I saw an unfortunate unteroffizier lose his arm from a Chimera shell. Others simply died from the concussion of the blasts, without a single wound on their bodies.
From our observation posts, we saw the vast array of Chimeran units that fielded against us. The famous ‘spider’ tanks that had been the talk of Danzig and Warsaw. The giant wild dogs that seemed to coordinate their attacks with the infantry. Even the swarms of the spider creatures, who never seemed to be deterred by our fire even as they blew themselves up on our landmines. At this point, we realized the Chimera were holding back their best units, content on sending their expendable assets to detonate any traps or mines we had placed.
As we continued our barrage, the bombers made bombing runs on the Chimeran lines. Most of these brave men were shot down by accurate Stalker rocket fire. I cannot speak only for myself when I say that I pitied the ones who were shot down over Chimeran territory, especially the ones who had jumped off on their parachutes, floating gently, slowly to Earth and seeing those creatures get ever larger….ever closer.
I was suddenly snapped out of my daydream sequence however, when the first reports of Chimera were sighted across the bank. The squads of Chimera had braved the artillery barrage without even stopping, and the first had already swam their way across the river. The infantry came in now, firing like there was no tomorrow. Eventually, the small groups of Chimera on our shores became a larger mass, a mass which quickly overwhelmed the first line of trenches in our sector, I saw many German soldiers fighting fiercely with these creatures hand to hand before succumbing to them. Before I could even react to the situation, more shells exploded above my post, slamming into the trees and spraying shrapnel everywhere like a machine gun. I was unharmed, but the man next to me was lying on the ground and I knew he had been hit.
I shouted “Medic!”, and reached for him, but he was already dead by then. At that point, the medics were rushing to the front, to join Oberst Dufving in the counter attack to retake our trenches.
Around us were the boom of mortars, the crack of rifles and the chatter of machine guns. Even before the Chimera could even consolidate their position, the first German storm troops counterattack. I saw as we overran the first line, an accomplishment in itself. Then from there our soldiers went berserk, there was no other way to fight the Chimera. They did not take prisoners, they did not offer surrender, and our men were now conditioning themselves to that same code. A Chimera would not show mercy to you if it had you dead to rights, and now, neither would we. The centuries long tradition of a soldier’s honor was thrown away against this foe. You can understand how having such a thing taken from you would make a soldier turn mad. Surrender, the option of surrender in a hopeless situation was the only hope of survival a soldier had. To take it away was maddening. The average soldier is under enormous inhuman stress as it is, not only from the prospect of death, but from watching his friends and mentors torn to pieces on the battlefield.
The brutality continued. Chimeran-occupied foxholes were set aflame with their occupants inside it, and soldiers took out their frustrations on the Chimera in many ways, chopping off their limbs in gruesome displays of brutality, letting them bleed to death screaming on the side of the field. Others even went so far as to mutilate the corpses. It was an insane scenario, and none of us officers tried to stop it. How could we? These men had lived through the last few weeks in fear of this enemy, the one that had destroyed their homes and families. How else would we have had them fight? Not only that, but having all this fear, this anxiety on your mind as you approach this unkillable enemy, I think their behaviour was understandable. They needed an outlet for their fear and rage, and the battlefield provided them one. I can only pray that at the end of this, those men could find some measure of peace in their souls, in their own humanity.
At that point, we were holding the line, but the Chimera were far from finished, as we soon found out….
Enter: The "Goliath"
To be continued
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Wow, usually I don't care much for narrative AARs, but this one....it's just great, please continue.
Have you ever considered professional writing? I know you can't publish this stuff because of copywrite and all, but man...I bet you could come up with an original concept. Anyway, incredible update.
Something similar to a victory... until the big Quimera attack strikes!
This chapter brings me memories of the Oder-Neisser battle of 1945 but in an outstanding and incredible size.
Outstanding as always.
This chapter brings me memories of the Oder-Neisser battle of 1945 but in an outstanding and incredible size.
Outstanding as always.
