Six out of 10 P-51 mustang fighter planes flew over head after finishing the dogfight with the axis in the air seizing control of the air now on a direct course towards the incoming German artillery knowing there was a possibility of it being a one way trip for allied fighters but 7 English hawker hurricanes were inbound for support (I say we let this fight play out I kinda like this)
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"FIRE!" the artillery leader said, as 3 out of 5 aa guns shot at the planes shells exploding around the,.
3 planes split off from each other drawing attention going to hit the AA guns from behind successfully nailing two out the five and destroying a barrel of the third while the other 3 planes fired their high fire rate 50. Cal machine guns into the tanks
"SCATTER!" the tank cammander yelled, as the tiger tanks drove into the treeline, but only 2 made it.
2 planes had to pull away from wing damage and fly back toward the carrier mean while the airborne reinforcements have arrived and now 4 p-50 mustang fighters and 7 hawker hurricanes held the skies stalling for a new bomber meanwhile the German castles jail had been broken wide open for Russian POWs that had pent up rage towards Germans all built up in simple terms they were pissed
"Sir we a—re losing the castle…." the radio went silent., "Pak up everything….." Wolfgang said as he starred off into the distance, without hesitation everyone did what he said.
All the U.S. fighter planes had gone back to their respective carriers to refuel and swap pilots while the English fighters stayed meanwhile Jason's whole platoon had basically massacred what was left of the Germans in the strong hold and if it wasn't a Death by the Americans it was being torn apart by a Russian slowly and agonizingly limb by limb
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The soldier in charge of the castle was being dragged out by american forces
Jason took and pinned his M1911 pistol against his forehead "be useful or die" he threatened as his grip around the trigger slowly tightened
"V-vhat do you want?" He asked him
I want the head of the man that put you up to this on a silver platter. IS THAT UNDERSTOOD!" he said in a tone so terrifying that even his own men flinched instilling the fear of God into them
"Y-yess……" he said in a low tone not wanting to die.
"now kindly give me the location and you can join us and possibly go home to your family or you can be taken into custody until the end of this god forsaken war. The choice is yours" he said
"I have no family….They were killed by those RUSSIAN SCUMBAGS!" He yelled, before he spat at one of them.
Jason shot a bullet far enough from his face not to kill him "your luck is running out you German war crime"
"ughhh…." He said full of pain,
"now location or I'll hand you over to the Russian savages make your choice" he said just about tired of his time being wasted
"H-here…." he said reaching into his pocket.
Jason took the paper from him and handed it to the recon team "this doesn't add up but it doesn't help that it looks like a little kid drew it" one of the recon specialists said after looking at the horrible excuse for a map
"Wait there is something…" He said reaching into his pocket.
"don't do anything stupid and we'll get you back to fathering your kids that is… if you have any" Jason said showing a great amount of mercy
He put whatever he had back into his pocket, and looked nervously at the soldiers.
"empty your pockets everything out" he said
He emptied his pockets as a locket with a picture of his family inside, id papers, 4 chocolate bars, a luger, and a small piece of medal.