Re: Herr Pferdmann rides again!
Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2020 11:49 am
June 14th 1940 (6)
The French infantry battalion dug in at Verdun could do little but watch as the last of the guns deployed to what should have been their rear was destroyed. A relief force of cavalry had reached the dubious protection of a small forest but it was not enough to save them from 4.Aufklärungs Abt.

Major Weiss reacted quickly to the reports of a French offensive to his west. Bringing his battalion in from the enemies rear the fighting was short.

All across the front, Pferdmann ordered 1.Panzer onwards. For now it would appear that the enemy were reduced to isolated battalions, garrisoned in various towns and cities. But even so he sent one message to his senior officers “Stay alert. The enemy may be greatly reduced in fighting capability but as we have seen, they are not short on courage. Caution is essential to reduce unnecessary casualties.”

Generalmajor Fischer saw the Somua’s advancing before they saw him. With 37.Panzerjäger Abt. in support he lured them in close. Close enough for his Panzers' own guns to score some decisive kills. His own losses, although expected, further reinforced his belief that the Panzer III just wasn’t good enough in direct combat with allied armour.

June 15th 1940 (7)
A group of broken men found shelter amongst the trees. All through the night they had been subjected to a heavy artillery bombardment. At first light German Pioneers had assailed their positions, demo charges and flame had eroded what will to fight these men possessed and even as they fled more German infantry harried their every move. With the German pursuit ended here at least they could find a measure of respite.

The defenders of Chaumont had cheered when they saw the French tanks advance, keen to bring the Germans to battle. The cheers had turned to silence as the attack faltered. When the distinctive shape of German tanks emerged from the smoke and wreckage of what was once a proud armoured battalion the silence gave way to moans of despair.

As the German tanks began to surround the city the despair gave way to determination. Officers barked orders and men hurried to covered positions. Here is where they would stand.

Citizens of Romilly watched from cellars and other hiding places. German tanks passed through their city unopposed. Where was their army? The infantry battalion that had been here scant days ago had marched north and not been heard from since. The deathly silence was broken only by the rumbling of the German tanks and the loud clunks as artillery was positioned.

Their officers had seen an opening. And so the men of Chaumont launched an attack designed to drive the German infantry away from the city. Without infantry the German tanks would be impotent. The officers were wrong. There was no opening. Only a maniac with an MP38 spurring his men on as they first contained and then drove back the assault.

Sergeant Petit was glad for the heavy armour. The damned fools in command had ordered the Regiment to drive at speed to support Romilly. Well as it turns out there’s no one in that city to support. German tanks had sprung their ambush just south of the city, the lead company almost totally destroyed. Fortunately Petit and his crew with the 2nd company managed to stay at range. He’d lost count of the number of shells he’d heard ricochet off the external plates but if they could just keep the Germans at arms length, they might just be able to score a victory here.

The French infantry battalion dug in at Verdun could do little but watch as the last of the guns deployed to what should have been their rear was destroyed. A relief force of cavalry had reached the dubious protection of a small forest but it was not enough to save them from 4.Aufklärungs Abt.

Major Weiss reacted quickly to the reports of a French offensive to his west. Bringing his battalion in from the enemies rear the fighting was short.

All across the front, Pferdmann ordered 1.Panzer onwards. For now it would appear that the enemy were reduced to isolated battalions, garrisoned in various towns and cities. But even so he sent one message to his senior officers “Stay alert. The enemy may be greatly reduced in fighting capability but as we have seen, they are not short on courage. Caution is essential to reduce unnecessary casualties.”

Generalmajor Fischer saw the Somua’s advancing before they saw him. With 37.Panzerjäger Abt. in support he lured them in close. Close enough for his Panzers' own guns to score some decisive kills. His own losses, although expected, further reinforced his belief that the Panzer III just wasn’t good enough in direct combat with allied armour.

June 15th 1940 (7)
A group of broken men found shelter amongst the trees. All through the night they had been subjected to a heavy artillery bombardment. At first light German Pioneers had assailed their positions, demo charges and flame had eroded what will to fight these men possessed and even as they fled more German infantry harried their every move. With the German pursuit ended here at least they could find a measure of respite.

The defenders of Chaumont had cheered when they saw the French tanks advance, keen to bring the Germans to battle. The cheers had turned to silence as the attack faltered. When the distinctive shape of German tanks emerged from the smoke and wreckage of what was once a proud armoured battalion the silence gave way to moans of despair.

As the German tanks began to surround the city the despair gave way to determination. Officers barked orders and men hurried to covered positions. Here is where they would stand.

Citizens of Romilly watched from cellars and other hiding places. German tanks passed through their city unopposed. Where was their army? The infantry battalion that had been here scant days ago had marched north and not been heard from since. The deathly silence was broken only by the rumbling of the German tanks and the loud clunks as artillery was positioned.

Their officers had seen an opening. And so the men of Chaumont launched an attack designed to drive the German infantry away from the city. Without infantry the German tanks would be impotent. The officers were wrong. There was no opening. Only a maniac with an MP38 spurring his men on as they first contained and then drove back the assault.

Sergeant Petit was glad for the heavy armour. The damned fools in command had ordered the Regiment to drive at speed to support Romilly. Well as it turns out there’s no one in that city to support. German tanks had sprung their ambush just south of the city, the lead company almost totally destroyed. Fortunately Petit and his crew with the 2nd company managed to stay at range. He’d lost count of the number of shells he’d heard ricochet off the external plates but if they could just keep the Germans at arms length, they might just be able to score a victory here.


























































































































