The price of a mile (Second story in the world war series)

Chapter 9 - Goodbye my Mina

The shrill of a whistle screeches over head with a shell that hits home exploding shaking the recipatants out of their daze. Under gun fire with tracers flying back and forth Karl's out there leading his men yelling curses and profanities towards the oncoming allies, yet encouraging his men to fight.

"Hold the line men!!! We must hold until sunrise, we must hold. There's a sandstorm coming we can retreat when it hits!" Karl yells ducking then returning fire dropping a man with a shot to the chest cavity with the luger he carries.

The Germans have fortified the main square of this fair sized town and plan not to give, not even a single inch of ground anymore. Ducking into a building from return fire, Weber chuckles with a hint of insanity in it nearly dying right there. Getting into a crouch he then grips his rifle leveling it, he aims and squeezes the trigger the buck of recoil kicking him a little. Seeing so he watches where he has aimed seeing a soldier drop dead into the desert sand within the square here.

A smile plays his lips as he's whistling a favorite marching tune because he's under stress, and trying to keep the morale high for the young recruits here within the building with him. Occasionally he'd nudge one of them with his foot to keep their attention on fighting and returning fire.

"Keep firing your rifle soldat, keep fighting, never give up as today you fight for the Führer and the Vatherland!" He yells over the gun fire. Doing his best to keep morale high for the boys and young men just hitting 19 in this building with him.

It has the desired effect too as Webers encouraging words keeps the young riflemen firing, looking back out the window and quickly leveling his rifle. He aims for a moving helmet then  squeezing the trigger that immediately follows the buck of the recoil which kicks him back a little. Watching intensely he sees the man he was aiming for clutch his face before dropping.

Suddenly there's a commotion on the other side of the wall and before anyone could react, British infantrymen have flanked the defenses.

Catching the men in the house off guard. It's only a matter of seconds before the Germans open house and bullets begin flying down the narrow hallways.

Both sides have taken a few casualties already as Weber quickly leans against the wall inside the room he was in, and picking his rifle up, he fixes his bayonet on the end. Anxiety is gripping the young men in the room with him and one wasn't abled to handle it, the boy cracks and rushes out into the hallway.

A burst of smg fire says it all as it's followed with a thud of the body hitting the floor with blood quickly pooling out from under him as it travels into the doorway.

Hearing footsteps approach, Weber grips his rifle tightly saying a quick prayer and then he gets ready to pounce.

Cautiously he slowly peers over the corner and seeing the side of a Englishmen quickly come into view he doesn't hesitate as he lunges forward with a yell.

Hearing this the man quickly spins around in time for Weber to thrust his blade forward and into the mans chest cavity, he didn't waste time with withdrawing his knife from dead man's chest. Knowing there's going to be more, Weber turns to face down the hallway to see the 2 Englishmen.

Both of them rush him and he fires a potshot, it luckily hits the one soldier in the stomach effectively dropping him, but he was unable to react in time for 3rd mans attack on him.

Sending him down to the floor in a grapple fight where both men punch and kick, the Englishman was abled to draw his knife and Webers eyes widened.

As he thrusts his blade forward, Weber springs into action and quickly he grabs onto the wrists of the man, trying to push it away.

"Soldats hilfe!!!" Weber screams his arms shaking violently from trying to withhold the knife from his chest.