"Trenches to Stars, Pt. 7"
Aus dem Schützengraben zu den Sternen, Part 7
A couple bullets whizzed down the hallway and embedded themselves into expensive looking wood panelling on the walls. Obviously after their actions down in the harbour, the defences were on high alert. Jiri responded by firing a burst of from his machine pistole the other way, not risking his head to aim, just forcing their head down. Peter took the opportunity and added another grenade to the mayhem. The plan was very offensive minded, in the vein of the French Elan, and far too many of the backup plans involved dangerously close naval artillery. So the order of the day was use it or lose it.
When no retaliation occurred, he risked a quick glance. Seeing one Blackshirt on the floor, obviously bleeding and nobody else, he motioned to his men to move again. The hallway was short, but it clearly showed to opulence the Fascist leaders lived in. While several of his men hurried down the hallway, where they expected a staircase to be to the best of their knowledge, Felix himself swept into one of the side rooms, only to be met with the terrified stare of a young woman, obviously some kind of domestic servant.
"Stay here." he ordered in Italian, after mustering her for a long moment. Jiri and Peter did a quick sweep through the room, before they jammed the door closed with his bayonet to the best of their ability, before moving on.
They knew De Vecchi had been in residence yesterday evening, so he had to be somewhere around here. Outside gunfire was a near constant, other parts of the Battalion assaulting the naval defences and the barracks. Inside it was more sporadic, as his men had fanned out to cover more ground, and make sure that De Veechi didn't escape.
Quickly they moved upwards to the second floor. As representative architecture went, the building thankfully wasn't too big. As they moved upstairs, someone up there opened fire.
"That's him." Sebastian exclaimed, even as he threw himself back onto the steps "Behind some wooden barrier. Two others are up there too."
"Good." Felix replied, even as he motioned Rudolf forwards. For some obstacles the modified rifle came in more hand than a mere machine pistole. Unless they had some backstop, the full powered rifle cartridge should do more damage to an obstacle than a mere pistole one.
The modified Mannlicher soon chattered away, spewing bullets down the hallway. Opposition continued, with a ricochet here, an impact there, but it was rapidly dwindling as his unit continued to serve Rudolf's modified weapons, feeding him the magazines they carried for just this purpose.
Then there was a pause.
"Vorwärts!" Sebastian exclaimed after the shortest of glances over the lip of the stairs. A small smile curled over Felix mouth. He was aware that promotions were more or less in all their immediate future. He didn't contradict his subordinate however, joining in in the rush.
Then he could see the hallway, the barricade, and someone rising behind it, rifle in hands.
His own twitched slightly, trying to get a bead on the target, but then Hubert was in the way and his finger fell off the trigger. A bang sounded, Hubert rushed further and then jumped forwards, tackling the figure to the ground. The hallway fell silent again, just the staccato of automatic and semi-automatic fire outside, interspersed by single shot cracks.
"You alright there, Koch?" Felix called out.
"Yeah. Yeah. Got the bastard. Alive even." Hubert replied starting to move again, obviously checking his gear "Might need a new vest however. They say one impact, right?"
25.6.29, still morning
A couple bullets whizzed down the hallway and embedded themselves into expensive looking wood panelling on the walls. Obviously after their actions down in the harbour, the defences were on high alert. Jiri responded by firing a burst of from his machine pistole the other way, not risking his head to aim, just forcing their head down. Peter took the opportunity and added another grenade to the mayhem. The plan was very offensive minded, in the vein of the French Elan, and far too many of the backup plans involved dangerously close naval artillery. So the order of the day was use it or lose it.
When no retaliation occurred, he risked a quick glance. Seeing one Blackshirt on the floor, obviously bleeding and nobody else, he motioned to his men to move again. The hallway was short, but it clearly showed to opulence the Fascist leaders lived in. While several of his men hurried down the hallway, where they expected a staircase to be to the best of their knowledge, Felix himself swept into one of the side rooms, only to be met with the terrified stare of a young woman, obviously some kind of domestic servant.
"Stay here." he ordered in Italian, after mustering her for a long moment. Jiri and Peter did a quick sweep through the room, before they jammed the door closed with his bayonet to the best of their ability, before moving on.
They knew De Vecchi had been in residence yesterday evening, so he had to be somewhere around here. Outside gunfire was a near constant, other parts of the Battalion assaulting the naval defences and the barracks. Inside it was more sporadic, as his men had fanned out to cover more ground, and make sure that De Veechi didn't escape.
Quickly they moved upwards to the second floor. As representative architecture went, the building thankfully wasn't too big. As they moved upstairs, someone up there opened fire.
"That's him." Sebastian exclaimed, even as he threw himself back onto the steps "Behind some wooden barrier. Two others are up there too."
"Good." Felix replied, even as he motioned Rudolf forwards. For some obstacles the modified rifle came in more hand than a mere machine pistole. Unless they had some backstop, the full powered rifle cartridge should do more damage to an obstacle than a mere pistole one.
The modified Mannlicher soon chattered away, spewing bullets down the hallway. Opposition continued, with a ricochet here, an impact there, but it was rapidly dwindling as his unit continued to serve Rudolf's modified weapons, feeding him the magazines they carried for just this purpose.
Then there was a pause.
"Vorwärts!" Sebastian exclaimed after the shortest of glances over the lip of the stairs. A small smile curled over Felix mouth. He was aware that promotions were more or less in all their immediate future. He didn't contradict his subordinate however, joining in in the rush.
Then he could see the hallway, the barricade, and someone rising behind it, rifle in hands.
His own twitched slightly, trying to get a bead on the target, but then Hubert was in the way and his finger fell off the trigger. A bang sounded, Hubert rushed further and then jumped forwards, tackling the figure to the ground. The hallway fell silent again, just the staccato of automatic and semi-automatic fire outside, interspersed by single shot cracks.
"You alright there, Koch?" Felix called out.
"Yeah. Yeah. Got the bastard. Alive even." Hubert replied starting to move again, obviously checking his gear "Might need a new vest however. They say one impact, right?"
So on proof reading this for the last time I realised that some of the 'bigger picture' stuff was missing from those three parts that I'd intended to show here. So earlier today I threw something together that should fill in a handful of missing information on Rhodes. And provide some hints to things to come at the same time. Unless I notice something wrong with that one on proof reading tomorrow, expect the next update soon.
Then it's the final stretch to the armistice. And then fun with peace conferences.
And hopefully if there is any Italian reader remaining, they'll forgive me for what I have planned for their nation.
(Not that it's smooth sailing for everyone, it is the 30s coming up after all. There will even be events that will take the ASB aware Austrians by surprise.)
Then it's the final stretch to the armistice. And then fun with peace conferences.
And hopefully if there is any Italian reader remaining, they'll forgive me for what I have planned for their nation.
(Not that it's smooth sailing for everyone, it is the 30s coming up after all. There will even be events that will take the ASB aware Austrians by surprise.)