Beeblebrox's Bastards, determined to establish a beachhead to the North of Omaha Beach, rallied themselves for a pincer movement to try and surround the enemy and push inland. The right and left flanks launched their attacks in a pincer movement hoping to catch the enemy off guard. But whoa! Where did all that German armour come from? It's a good thing that this is not open country so we can get to engage at close quarters and have some chance of taking them on equal terms.
Sallying forth with 2 Sherman 76's, a Command Sherman 75, and some beefy Assault squads, they plunged into the fray. The infantry tasked with securing the buildings while the armour manouevered to try and engage and nuetralise the German armour. Holy crap! 2 Panthers, 2 PzKwIV's, and a JagdPanzer IV. All quite capable of demolishing our small troop of Shermans. Suddenly the air was rent with screaming and the sound of High Explosive. The infantry had walked into a trap and soon were getting seven tons of crap beaten out of them. The Battlegroup Commander, not shy of getting into the thick of it also took a pasting, Commander Beeblebrox himself only just surviving, getting wounded in the process.
Almost outnumbered 2 to 1 in armour, the 76's stood back and tried to take out any Panzers that came into sight, but we had to take the initiative if we were to secure the objective. The Panthers were going to be trouble if we could only take them head on. Eventually, all the German armour was taken out, but at the cost of both Sherman 76's. The Command Sherman survived and was able to turn the tide by providing close infantry support which finally broke the remaining enemy who fled the battle. We took a a mauling though!
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