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Flames Of War Terrain – Destroyed Village
Flames Of War is fast becoming a favorite game to play with my friends. As we learn more about the game rules and tactics, we also are learning the awesome history of World War II, the more we learn, the more we benefit in playing the game.
Below are some new Flames of War Terrain pieces created by one of my friends and guest author here at wargame-terrain.com, Lee Davis. Thease beautful, detailed 15mm village pieces are not only great eye candy on any gaming board, they were made with functionality in mind! Troops can easily hide and fight hand to hand with the enemy in them, tanks can hide behind them, shoot through them (Open windows and rubble) and artillery can place spotters high up for the best vantage points as they select their next target. Check them out!
Flames Of War Battle Report – Part Three
Flames Of War Battle Report - By Guest Author Lee Davis
Part 3
Mal slammed the hatch shut just as he watched massive smoke contrails streak into the sky from behind the small village. Crap, a kraut rocket battery! 3rd company had crested a small hill about 800 hundred yards south east of the small wooded village . Mal had ordered LT Jonnasons armored infantry platoon to take position about 200 yards to the east of the village, hoping to get the machine guns, bazookas and the anti tank gun in place while the Sherman's moved forward into the village and the armored mortor platoon set up shop 100 yards to the south east. This wasn't the first time Mal had encountered the German rockets..he knew the destruction that they could unleash.
Frantic shouts came across the radio channel as the rocket salvos hit home, smashing a armored half track apart like it was child's toy and instantly killing most of it’s passangers. Luckily it was the only half track to fall victim to the rocket onslaught...the other half tracks ground to a halt while the infantry jumped out, taking up position behind a small hill. “Setting up the teams now major” came Jonnasons nervous voice..."give me some covering fire so I can get the bazookas and anti tank gun in place”. As Mal looked through the vision slit and gave the order for covering fire and smoke from the mortar platoon a large lumbering form came into view from behind a building...HELL!! Panthers!!! Mal helplessly watched as a 76mm Sherman was blown in half by the Panthers gun...it’s armor no match for the heavy fire power of the tank. The radio cracked open again, this time it was Capt Harrison..."Bloody hell....panthers on the left flank!” Mal replied “Harrison, get your Stuarts up to the far west side of the villiage on the double to flank the rockets and get your M-10’s up behind that building on the southwest side....hopefully they can get that Panther on the other flank..have your Sherman's press forward to the village at full throttle...speed is the only advantage on our side!” “Roger that Major..by the queen I wish I had those suspensors you yanks carry” came Harrisons reply. Mal smirked....by the queen? British idiot. In the heat of the battle, through all the noise of machines and men, came a large, tremendous bang, unlike anything Mal had heard before. As he changed his viewpoint and ordered his gunner to fire on the Panthers position, he witnessed a British 75mm Sherman turret get blown off the tank in a huge fire ball, then watched as a behemoth shape moved behind one of the buildings. A feeling of intense dread crept over him. “Sweet Bloody Christ!!!! A King Tiger” in a English accent was all Mal heard over the radio before another explosion rocked his position. A king tiger? Mal had encounterd Tiger tanks before when he was in Africa and knew well their destructive power but had yet to encounter a King Tiger….just what in god's name is a king tiger? Where was the intel on this?? Great...just great!
He ordered his tanks to move into position at full throttle, hoping to use speed to gain flanking shots on the krauts. He could see the suspensors doing their work and watched as a 76mm Sherman took revenge on a Panther, blowing a hole through the front armor plating and igniting the fuel and ammo. The resulting explosion shook the air. Mal watched as another deadly salvo of rockets come down on the infantry’s position, killing soldiers, destroying a half track and crippling another of the Sherman's. He heard Steve's voice over the command channel..."Mal...3 panthers have taken position within the village and are holding down the Brits...they have already lost 3 Stus and 1 M-10 is burning...another 2 panther s are on the right flank...our Sherman's are no match for those Panthers”. Mal replied “Roger that Steve, hold your position and use your speed and suspensors to keep the krauts heads down...I’m calling for artillery support”..then switching channels.."Break break, 2nd battalion command, Col Henson..Maj Jennings 3rd armored company here...we are under heavy enemy fire. The village is being held by a German panzer company with rocket battery support. Request immediate fire support at map section Lima-3, grid lines 34.64 cross 764.36, over” Mal hoped his spotter training would pay off. Only static...then after a few tense moments… “Negative on your request Major...all artillery assets are currently engaged..continue to hold position while I seek air support” came the colonels reply. Continue to hold position?? Is he serious? Just great..thought Mal..hoping that the prima donna fly boys come to the rescue was insane...artillery was the only possible hope and even that was slim. And what was so important about this little piss ant village anyway?
Mals T-14 was heavily jerked to the side as it sustained a glancing hit from a panther...a hit that would have destroyed a standard Sherman. Mal glanced to the right to see yet another rocket salvo hit home while his T-14 lurched forward and continued to fire the 75mm at the Panthers in the village. Several intense minutes followed...time that was filled with explosions, static filled communications, death and destruction. A heavy English accent came across the radio “Jennings...Harrison here...I’ve lost the bloody flank…the M-10’s are dead...the Stuarts as well..and I’ve lost the Fireflys..the only bloody thing I had that can hurt the bloody krauts...and 5 of the bloody 75’s are burning...I’m ordering my men to retre......” then followed loud explosion and static. Mal knew what had happened as he heard the thunderclap bang...he didn’t need to look to know that Harrisons Sherman had been blown apart by the King Tiger. The American Sherman's had been attempting to use speed and increased shots to full advantage, however the Germans weren't stupid. Crap..thought Mal....those Panthers are backing off...they know that our only chance is on their flanks. Just then another Panther came into his view slit, took aim and destroyed another Ameican Sherman. At the same moment Mal caught sight of 3 panzer tanks holding position behind the hill, lying in wait for.....CRAP....FLAME TANKS!!!....Mal frantically called to the infantry platoon LT.."JONNASON..fall back, FALL BACK. You got flamers at 1100....!!" Jonnason keyed his mike and Mal heard intense gun fire.."Roger that Majo....."...static......and another half track blew apart, killing a dozen men as it fell victim to the rockets. CRAP...CRAP....
“Major Jennings....Colonel Henson here...air support IS NOT, REPEAT, IS NOT AVAILABLE. What is your situation?” What is my situation? What? Mal overhead Steve’s urgent call across the open channel. "Mal...only 2 76mms are alive and the 75’s are all dead...Jonnasons infantry has been chopped up….those panthers are cutting us to pieces." Mal then shouted into the radio..open channel...“This is Major Jennings…all platoons FALL BACK...I SAY AGAIN...all platoons FALL BACK. Steve...take the left flank, I’ll move along the right..cover the retreat at all costs"..."Roger that Mal….oh CRAP...Mal...you got 2 panthers moving on your left flank…taking aim...MAL" shouted Bennett over the radio..."move your BUTT.” Mal ordered the driver to open up full throttle and then, watching helplessly through the vision slit, he saw Steve's T-14, hit with the terrrible firepower of the King Tiger, explode in a shower of flame and debris. He then felt his own tank lurch violently to the left and get tossed on its side as a shot from a panther hit home..white hot shrapnel shooting through the crew compartment, instantly killing them. Mal, in the commanders seat, was hit in the leg, causing blood and bone to splatter through the inside of the turret. Just able to make it to the escape hatch, he dragged himself out and fell to the ground…coming face to face with his deadly foe, only 50 yards away. He wordlessly watched the plume of flame and smoke erupt from the barrel of the Panther...that bad feeling he had since meeting Harrison came full circle. Malcolm Jennings only had an instant before the T-14 was ripped in half and engulfed in fire. In that instant his minds eye surveyed the wreckage of the burning, destroyed tanks...heard the cry's of his dying men and he had one last thought...cheeseburgers....what the???
Flames Of War Battle Report – Part Two
Flames Of War Battle Report - By Guest Author Lee Davis
Part 2
“So what do you think Steve?” Malcolm addressed his 2iC informally through the company command radio channel. Steve and Mal had been good friends since the days of the training regimen in England for the Normandy invasion. Captain Steve Bennett, astride the T-14 heavy assault tank not 20 yards south of Malcolm's ride said “So far so good Colonel…I don’t much care for the 75mm without the suspensor systems, but hey, the thing is awfully roomy and the extra steel makes me feel a bit safer!” Malcolm had just got word that he was being promoted to Lt. Colonel at the end of the month. “Ok Steve…cut the crap…I aint a Light Bird yet…” “I hear ya Mal. So why the hell are we riding shotgun on the Brits?” came Bennett's reply over the private command channel....the noise from the T-14 filling the channel. Mal replied “Not sure, but my guess is I pissed the old man off last week when I corrected him at the briefing”.
Mal and Steve, riding the T-14’s, along with 5 76mm Shermans of the 3rd armored platoon under 1stLt Lamb, 5 75mm Sherman's under 1stLt Matthews, 1stLt Jonnason’s 1st Armored Rifle Platoon and 1stLt Williams’s 7th armored mortar platoon had left the base at 0500 that morning, making their way north through the French countryside in flank support of the 1st armored company. Along with them came elements of the British 5th armored company, commanded by Capt Harrison, consisting of 8 Sherman 75mm's, 3 Sherman FireFlies, 2 M-10 Tank Destroyers, 5 M5 Stuart lights and some infantry. Funny..the Brits were mostly using American equipment these days..testimony to the heavy losses they had been receiving from the Krauts. Information at the morning Intel briefing had been thin...German resistance was thought to be heavy in this region, however of what type and what numbers wasn't very clear.
The intercom squawked loudly with SGT Crisano’s voice…. “Major….Colonel Henson is on the horn...wants to speak with you ASAP!” "Roger that Johnny...thanks." Mal quickly switched channels to the brigade command channel..."Malcolm Jennings here..what’s up?”...only static..then..."New orders Major. Aerial recon has spotted some jerry movement in a small village about 8 miles NW from your current position. The recon didn’t get much info on numbers or type of enemy units. Make your way to the village and ascertain the situation”. Mal could clearly hear the Colonels irritation in his voice...he really disliked it when Mal was informal with him. “Roger that. I’ll pass more info as I get it. Malcolm out”..Mal chuckled. Typical...the panty waist recon flight didn't have much info...what the hell good were those prima donna fly boys anyway? Mal switched back to the company command channel "Steve…we got new orders….contact the Brits and have them come up on secondary..then I’ll pass the word to the whole company”..unexpectedly, the uneasy feeling Mal had got when meeting Captain Harrison the day before returned....tenfold...and he thought out loud to himself "Crap…I got a really bad feeling about this…”
Flames Of War Battle Report – Part One
Flames Of War Battle Report - By Guest Author Lee Davis
Part 1
There was a rap on the tent door…."Major? The Colonel wants to see you in the command tent in fifteen minutes”. What now? thought Malcolm…he had just finished the second operational trial of the new T-14 heavy assault tank and was in no mood to spend the next three hours in a useless intelligence briefing with the old man…who was such a blow hard most of the time…not to mention a condescending jerk. “I’ll be right there sergeant". Ten minutes later Major Malcolm Jennings, commander, 3rd company, 2nd battalion of the 2nd Armored Division, walked into the battalion command tent expecting to see the other 2nd Battalion company commanders gathered in the intelligence briefing area…but what he saw took him a bit by surprise.
Standing with the Colonel was a British officer…a captain…and judging from the man’s uniform he was from the infamous Desert Rats of the 7th British Armored Division….the large red rat insignia was easy to spot. “Ah Major Jennings..there you are. This is Captain Mickey Harrison from 22nd Armored Brigade, 7th armored division. High command has ordered a select group of armored battalions to integrate our esteemed allies into our daily operations and I think you are the perfect man for bringing Captain Harrison and his company up to speed. He’ll be assisting you on your next assignment”. I'm the man for the job? How did I tick you off to get this bullcrap babysitting job?...thought Malcolm. The man stepped forward, extended his hand and said…”Nice to meet you old boy….I’ve heard quite a lot about you”….a feeling of uneasiness moved up Malcolm’s spine as he listened to the man's heavy English accent….”Yeah sure..nice to meet you to…old boy”…Malcolm paused for a moment, looking at the man directly in the eyes before extending his own hand. Malcolm had a knack for judging people in a instant. The Brit quickly looked away from Malcolm’s penetrating blue eyes...giving thought to the feeling of Mal’s uneasiness…crap, I’ve got a real bad feeling about this.
Wargame Terrain Update
Greetings and well met!
I just wanted to take a quick moment to let you know about some upcoming new terrain pieces I’m working on. I realize it’s been a while since I've created or sold any terrain on this site or on E-Bay.
In February, I do plan on re-opening Wargame-Terrain.com to include our entire line of wargame terrain and scenery pieces, as well as introduce new one.
The new pieces I’m working on are designed to protect heavy weapons units in the fashion of WWII machine gun nests. The new pieces will give infantry units protection and advantages on the high ground as well as dug in positioning. As with all my pieces, they are made to order and though similar in design and dimensions, each is an original work of art that you can play with.
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