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Roughly translated, the sniper of Russia.

This is an AAR telling the story of my hands off game, from Stalin, Hitler grand views, Skorensy, Chanep, Rommel, and Runstedt. This will be an alternate history AAR, with Hitler and Stalin in the big picture, Skorensy and Chanep as elite German and Russian snipers, Rommel and Runstedt as...well, Field Marshalls on the Eastern front. I don't support Nazism, or Communism, but I will make references to both in this AAR. Not in harsh ways. I also do not know much about the Russian and German military ranks, so bear with me.


These papers hold a grand operation, an operation which could lead to glory or to death of my 3rd Reich. To think that so much was enclosed in a manila folder...
"Operation Barbarossa, August 6, 1941" the document was labeled.
The Fuher slid the document towards his leading military commander, Field Marshall Runstedt.
"So, Rommel says that he is in position?" Hitler questioned Runstedt.
"So he says, with 8 elite divisions of Panzer III and Panzer IV tanks."
"You seem bitter. What is bothering you, Runstedt?"
The Field Marshall hesitated, then anwsered.
"You know that I would never question my loyalty to you, mein Fuher, but I am not so sure about this Operation. Do you really think that it is worth it? Putting off Opeartion Sealion...What are we after more, Communism or Democracy? Or both?"
"We are after proving to the world that we are the dominant race, Field Marshall. No more discussion, or perhaps I will question your loyalty. Dismissed."
Runstedt stood from the chair, extended his arm in a Nazi salute, then departing the room.

The Seregeant wore a sad face as he moved through the camp of tired and wounded men. He moved slowly towards his objective, calming down a blinded man from a Finnish grenade here, speaking to another NCO there, until he reached the tent of his goal. As he approached the boy cleaning his scope, his expression of sadness turned into one of a mix of bitter pride and defeat. He had tried to keep this boy from enlisting, but the young man had talents that the Red Army needed, even against such a pitiful nation as Finland.

As the Seregeant walked up to the Private, annoyance was added to those emotions. The boy of 18 wore a cocky face in times of peace, and a serious one in times of combat. No salute was extended, further adding to the rude aura amongst the boy.
Just have to keep my cool, the old Seregeant said to himself. Gotta deliver this message.
"Hello there, Private Chanep. I've got some good news for you." the grizzly old Seregeant opened.
"The best thing I could hear right now was that I hit that lieutenant right between the eyes. That's where I was aiming." the Private anwsered, with that cocky grin on his face. He HAD hit the lietenant between the eyes. Talents that the Red Army needed.
"You made Corporal, son. Congratulations." he said, with a flat tone of voice.
"Thanks, Dad." the boy anwsered.

Will post more later.
 
Oh, come on, at least a little encouragement.

I know, I won't get any posts until I mention Skorensy, right? :rolleyes:
 
BOOM BOOM BOOM

Chanep thought his heart was pounding louder than a battalion of 105MM cannons firing at an enemy position. He crouched against the car, his SVT-40 in hand. Sweat and tears poured down onto his face and into his eyes, blurring his vision for a moment. He calmed down before wiping the his brow. His breathing returned to normal.

Seconds earlier, a bullet from the FG-42 had smashed into the concrete next to him, and richocheted into his squad leader, his seregeant, his father, killing him. They had been walking down the street, talking to each other about Chanep's mother, and Chanep had almost gotten through to the soft side of this grizzly, war torn father. Then the sniper struck. A German sniper, with a German weapon! Or could the Finns have recieved an expeditionary force after they unformally joined the Axis? Chanep thought about the newspaper. It hadn't been made clear, whether Germany was at war with Mother Russia or not.

He snapped back to his senses. He knew he had to kill this enemy sniper, before he died by his father. Suddenly, a snap informed that the German sniper was still there. Chanep raised his head a bit, to see if he could find his foe. Whether by the knowing of death, an act of God, or his keen senses, he knew that it was a Nazi Commando. The name tag read Skorensy.

A huge PING and a report of the FG-42 forced him to crouch back down. Chanep removed his helmet and examined it. Right where the oversized piece of steel that was resting on his forhead, a bullet hole had formed. But there was no bullet. A trickle of red liqiud began pouring into the helmet. Chanep was confused at first, then reached up to the middle of his forhead. He found a hole, and stuck his finger in. When he pulled it out, it was covered with brain matter. Silently, the Russian sniper fell over.

Chanep woke up and found himself leaning against a wall. Several members of his squad were tending to him. On the other side of the street, he saw a dead German, and an explosion mark on the street of a Steilhandgrate, those potato mashers. When Chanep realized what had happend, he was embarrased for what he did. The grenade hadn't marked him, but the blast sent him in to shock. They were in the city of Leningrad, and Chanep knew that the Germans had launched a whole division of elite Waffen SS motorized troops into the area. The taps and pops of distant gunfire told him that most of the Germans were still in the northern part of the city.

I'm not dead yet, he said to himself. My Dad is still here, alive, and so is my squad. It was just a dream, it was just a dream...not real, probably not an omen...or maybe it was...Gotta focus, can't let that bother me.

Chanep stood up, and examined the dead German. His name tag read Victor Skenrazy. Not the same, Chanep told himself. Everything's going to be alright, I'll get out of here alive...
 
Sorry for no updates. This AAR isn't recieving as much as I had hoped that it would, and theres been some bad stuff going on in my life. I'll try to keep it going and active.

"Major Skorensy, reporting for duty, mein Füher." the sly commando said, with an extended Nazi salute.
"At ease, Skorensy. Take a seat." the Nazi leader of the 3rd Reich said.
"As you know, we declared war on the United Socialist Soviet Republic three days ago, and launched a naval invasion of the city of Leningrad. So far, we have made no progress. The city is heavily fortified, and our troops are still stuck in the northern area. Our Axis partners, the Finnish soldiers, are fighting bravely alongside the Waffen SS Motorized Division that we sent in on the invasion, but it is not enough. We need some sort of morale boost, and I want you to provide it.
"I want you to go to Leningrad. Kill whoever is in command there. Cause as much chaos as possible. Take at an officer or two every day. Create panic, enough that the Soviets will be so frightened that they will scheiße their pants whenever they are ordered into combat. Let fear, not the FG-42, be your primary weapon. Take the next transport into Leningrad." Hitler concluded.
"Of course, mein Füher. I understand." Skorensy stood up, saluted, and walked out.
 
Dont stop writing so soon. It will take a number of weeks for enough people to have at least seen it.

The HoI forum isnt as full as when the game was first released but they still come. Just not as often. Shouldnt get in the way of a good story.

And no, I aint that bothered about Skoreny, but apparently he has a culy following..... hmmmm! Go deathsai.
 
I don't want to be nitpicking but it is

SKORZENY!!!!!!!! :D (couldn't resist)

Keep it up, Deathsai!
 
Maybe I will get more posts when I start posting about inappropriate things that Skorensy and Rommel do when only 2 of them a crewing one of those cramped R-35s...

And maybe those posts will be from moderators :rolleyes:
 
The General was speaking to a colnoel on the current situation, Skorensy assumed. With the cheerful look on the Colneol's face, Skorensy assumed that the Russians were doing good. After pulling reinforcements off of an adjacent area guarding the Baltics, the Russians had almost won the battle, forcing the Waffen SS Motorzied division back to the edge of the city near the landing beaches. Skorensy was here to change all of that.
It is quite interesting, watching the last few moments of a mans life...the bloodthirsty Skorensy thought to himself, as he centered his sights on the General and prepared to fire.
Skorensy stroked the trigger, and felt no recoil, thanks to his modified FG-42 with bipods. He quickly released them, and popped down below the window of the deserted hotel.
Using a smaller version of a subs periscope, he mixed it with his own FG42 scope and was disappointed. The general was quickly being escorted away by a dozen Russians toting submachine guns and sniper rifles. There was a dead man in civillian clothing laying where the general had previously standing.
"Damn, I won't get a shot like that again today. Time to pack it up." Skorensy whispered to himself, and snuck away from the scene.

Chanep had seen it all. Listening in on a General's conversation while pretending to be cleaning his SVT-40 was not something you got to do every day. Chanep had glanced up to try to see the General's name tag, but his eyes were drawn to a local civilian spy that was sprinting up towards them. The civilian had tripped on his way, and stumbled forward, almost falling into the general's side. Then the civillians head just vaporized in an explosion of blood. One second he was spurting out a sentence, the next his head was just...gone. Chanep had seen the muzzle flash, and focused his SVT-40 on the position immediately. He knew that he wouldn't catch the German sniper, so he helped escort the general away.
The last words that he caught from the general as he entered his armored staff car were, "We have to assume that the enemy is getting desprate to use such dastardly tactics." Thank God, Chanep thought, it's almost over. We almost have them out of Leningrad.
 
Chanep quietly looked through his scope at the Nazi officer. He was giving orders to a Polish conscript, evidently a runner. After a few words, the runner set off to a German platoon position. They are loading up the boats, Chanep thought. The Germans are retreating. We've almost got them out of here, but a little surprise for them as they pull out, he said silently to himself.
"I need all batteries to fire on these coordinates: Alpha Echo 1 3" he spoke quietly into his radio.
"Copy that, Chanep. You know what you have to do." the artilleryman replied.
"Roger that. God be with those shells." Chanep turned off the radio.

Within a few minutes, the whole scene was filled with craters, blood, and bodies.

Skorensy had told his runner, a Polish conscript from the Warsaw Militia group 13, to order the 3rd Platoon back from its position, where it was holding off an elite battalion of Russian heavy infantry and T34s. The 3rd Platoon was to come back in 3 groups, one every 5 minutes, so that they could cover each other in their retreat.
But that retreat turned into a rout once the first and second portions of the 3rd platoon were there. The remaining unit had been uttery annihilated when the Russians made a suicidal push, losing a whole Platoon but with a clear line of advance to the boats.
Not to mention that several batteries of enemy artillery were pounding their position, and a sniper had killed some of the coxswains of the retreating boats.
About 50 seconds after Skorensy had ordered the initial retreat of the 3rd Platoon, a crack rang out. He immediately was splattered with blood from his comrade standing next to him. Skorensy grabbed his FG42 and deployed the bipod on some sandbags. Without using the scope, he looked for the place where the Russian sniper had fired from. Seeing a glimmer in the sunlight, he knew where the damned Bolshevik was. Lining up his FG42 for a kill, he peered through the scope, when Skorensy realized a near fatal error. Chunks of the man who had been shot had splattered onto Skorensy's scope. It was covered with sticky body parts best not identified, and, of course, smeared with blood.
Skorensy immediately undeployed the bipod, but not fast enough. An immense pain seared through his left arm before he heard the sharp report of an SVT-40 from a nearby church steeple. Skorensy cried out in pain, and slouched against the sandbags, legs extened, right arm quickly tying a bandage around his left.
Damn these cowardly soldiers under my command, Skorensy thought. The only other Germans there were the coxwains of the boats and an MG42 crew. They were all hiding in various places, almost all of them being greener than those body parts covering his scope.
His thoughts shifted from his own troops to his own leg when the SVT-40 shouted again, this time impacting Skorensy's right leg. Another cry of pain as he tucked this legs in. What the hell are my men doing, thought Skorensy.
"Sir! We see him!" the MG42 crew cried out, having evidently assembled their machine gun pointing at the church.
"Well take him out, God damnit!" Skorensy roared back.
Immediately a stream of tracers reached up to the church tower...

Chanep tore down the stairs of the church steeple as soon as MG42 bullets began impacting the bell in the tower. His ears were still ringing and he was still scared out of his wits by the time he reached the middle section. He calmed down and got his nerve back while leaning against a wall. There were windows in the tower, cut out facing the enemy position. Chanep set up again in one of these. Radio chatter crackled over his open radio that had taken a beating on his flight from the top.
"...Germ..ns...re...atin...g...sur...nded...nly...2 sq...ads..of...mans escaped." The radio got clearer.
"Germans in a rout...repeat, we now have surrounded and destroyed around 2 platoons of enemies. Only a squad and a half made it to the boats." The radio died down again.
Chanep smiled. The plan of having local civilians lay down a heavy minefield blocking the German retreat was clever and brave, and it had paid off. Now he had a lot less trouble to deal with.
Peering out of his window, he saw that the German officer that he had taken a few shots at had been loaded on to a boat and was immediately evacing along with 2 others. Suddenly, a low whine came in, and one of the 2 others exploded, with large pieces flying to the sides as if some all-powerful being was dismantaling it, pulling it apart. Explosions of water from the 155MM shells were bursting all around the shore. Chanep saw the remaning routed Germans running to the few boats left, and then 8 of the Germans went flying in various directions as a huge explosion placed itself in the middle of them. They struggled on to the boats, and Chanep decided to have a little fun. When one of the boats was about 20 meters away from the shore, he took out the coxswain. The men on the boat didn't know what was going on, except that their boat had stopped and explosions were tipping their boat over. Chanep did this to 3 other boats before he decided to fall back by word of his father. Content at racking up a few kills for the day, along with brining in enough artillery to destroy a whole Panzer division of a few boats, he returned with a smile.

On May 18, 1941, the 2nd SS Motorized Division pulled out of the heavily fortified city of Leningrad, after a Russian tank division and an infantry division came to support the lone infantry division that was already there. German casualties were high, 80%. Rommel, the General leading the attack and comanding the 2nd SS Motorized Division, was reassigned to duty on the Atlantic Wall with a Cavalry division in Paris. The Fuher was not pleased with anyone on this assignment, especially not Skorensy...

As the wounded Commando entered his office, Hitler frowned. Skorensy hadn't done his duty, and had thus caused defeat at a great oppurtunity in Leningrad. Skorensy had taken a bullet to the arm and leg, which were both covered in casts. He also took a flesh wound from a piece of shrapnel from the artillery bombardment that came out of nowhere. After his Polish conscripted runner pushed his wheelchair in, Skorensy extended his good arm in a Nazi salute. After Hitler returned this, he started the berating.
"Well, Skorensy, I can see that you have paid for your mistakes."
Skorensy said nothing.
"Failing your mission of killing the commanding Russian General, and then getting shot up by an enemy sniper...That won't look good on your record."
Skorensy gave a tiny nod.
"Well, do you have anything to say at all about these fallacies, Commando?" Hitler asked impatiently.
"No, mein Fuher." the Commando spoke up.
"Then this meeting is adjourned. Get out of my sight, and consider yourself lucky that you are not assigned to a rear echelon force so far from the front lines like that fool Rommel was for organizing this plot."
Skorensy saluted, then had his Polish runner wheel him out.
 
Aww, nobody is sad that Skorensy was crippled by some young Russian punk? :eek: Guess I have to kill him.
 
1:45 in the morning, and I am bored. I guess I'll do an update. Hope this gets more popular. I loaded up my save and continued watching.

"Sir? We will be landing in a few minutes." the pilot of the Ju52 informed Runstedt.
"Ah, good. I can not wait to see Rommel." the Field Marshall replied.
"The skies are clear, and the closest rain is in Cherbourg. We shouldn't be expecting anything bumpy as we land and head for Paris, sir." the pilot informed him.

Rommel looked up at sound of his door opening. He immediately stood and gave a salute with surprise at Runstedt.
"Sir...what are you doing here?" Rommel asked, stunned. He had thought that his career was over and that he would be restricted to rear echelon duty in Paris.
"Have a seat, Erwin. Don't look so surprised. Cigar? Fresh from the latest shipment from Bolivia." Runstedt offered.
"Thank you, sir."
Rommel took a long pull to calm himself, then questioned Runstedt.
"What, may I ask, is the meaning of this visit?"
"The Fuher has decided that your talents are going to waste. He is giving you another oppurtunity."
Rommel sat straight up. Runstedt smiled at the reaction.
"Rommel you have been reassigned. Five panzer divisions at Llow on the Russian border have been placed under your command. I have orders from the Fuher himself to accompany you on the flighty across the Fatherland and into Llow, where your new Panzers await." Runstedt said, without much satisfaction.
"Th..Thank you, sir. I will have to send the Fuher my regards." Rommel stuttered.
 
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