October 23rd, 1935:
With premission finally give, Generalmajor Erik Hansen's carefully marshalled assault platoons form up inside the LoN's West Vaskes lines. Ammo, weapons, and grenades and improvised firebombs and explosives are readied. Troops move out of their jump off trenches, silently, no whistles are sounded, nor orders shouted. Only the scruff of boots, the clink of equipment and the harsh breathing of tired but determine men, sounds with in the LoN lines.
General Hansen, over the objections of his subordinates and staff, elects to lead the assault upon Festung Kazim - personally. A decorated Great War veteran, Erik Hansen is no stranger to combat, and given the absolute importance of the attack, and the necessity of its success, Hansen is not ready or willing to ask his men to suffer the consequences of his decision alone. The volunteer Turkish, German, Bulgarian and Dutch soldiers move swiftly across the shell pocked and bullet scored ground they have spent the last few days fighting for. They are surprised by a lack of immediate response from the Wilno lines, the volumous smoke and crackling flames the blanket the area from the shelling and bombing act very effectively as cover for the LoN advance.
The shaken Wilno troops in Festung Kazim, are thunderstruck when a barrage of shells, directed by Leutnant Oehler, from a forward position, via a field telephone to his guns, hammers into their positions. Oehler's bombardment is short, violent, and unnervingly accurate. Oehler and his gunners work furiously to make sure every round they fire counts. In places, Wilno Self-Defense men, break and run, some even through aside their weapons and gear to speed their flight. Suddenly, LoN troops on the heels of Oehler's falling shells, rifles and submachineguns leveled, they open fire, firing with slow, deliberate persision, picking their targets with care.
The Turkish assault platoons of the 8th Turkish Infantry Regiment, as a matter of honour, are the first into the wire surrounding Festung Kazim. The bomb their way through the advanced slit trenches and bunkers. Charging in hard on their flanks are the Bulgarian and the German assault platoons from the 18th Bulgarian Supply Battalion on their left, and the 39th German Infantry Regiment.
The Wilno NSD Wings, around Festung Kazim are astonished at this attack, morale already brittle from the past days events, cracks. Here and there, Wilno officers either by force of personality or threats try and put together a defense against the mounting LoN assault. In some places within Festung Kazim, the LoN troops met spirited resistance, in other spots, Wilno troops flee, while others throw down their weapons and try to surrender on the spot.
Hansen has no time or faculities to deal with prisoners, he orders his troops to simple disarm any Wilno National Self-Defensemen that surrender, and flatly orders them "to bugger off." By and large, these Wilno troops, who have given up on their comrades and their cause, need no great urging to do just that. The Wilno defense of Festung Kazim is rapidly crippled by these defections, particularly in critical sectors. Hansen's troops pour into the defensive area with considerable celebrity. Turkish troops quickly over run the Festung's command center, and raise a large Turkish battle flag over the crumpled ruins. General Hansen sees the scarlet flag with its distinctive white star and cresent device and knows the battle for Festung Kazim is turning in his favour.
The Germans and Bulgarians clear the flanks of Festung Kazim, working their way through the mangled defense lines and entrenchments, driving the dispirited and demoralized Wilno troops before them. Assault commanders are pressing as hard as they can, aware that any moment a counter-attack may gather in strength and drive them back, they know the most hit the Wilno as hard as they can to prevent this. Hansen orders several of his reserve platoons to swing to the right of Festung Kazim, and clear the airfield as far as Festung Kessel, or at least as far as they can before the meet significant resistance.
This the German and Dutch platoons do, however two Dutch platoons impetuously advance into the wire surrounding Festung Kessel, determined to try and take the place. While badly rattled by what is going on, the Wilno defenders of Festung Kessel, hold their ground and offer a fierce resistance. The two errant platoons are immediatedly subjected to a fercious cross-fire. The Dutch volunteers, writh and dive for cover, firing back at gun flames amidst the smoke. They are trapped, neither able to go forward, nor to retreat the way they came.
Leutnant Oehler, warned of what is occuring, quickly aligns his guns upon Festung Kessel, and orders his gunners to fire everything they have left. Shell after shell roars out from the LoN artillery positions, explosion after explosion flares amoungst the Wilno defenses. General Hansen, with equal rapidcy directs every infantry gun, every mortar and every riflemen he can find to assist, the trapped Dutchmen. Festung Kessel is soon a seething cauldron indeed, as LoN gun and artillery fire engulfs it. A half dozen units race to the rescue - four Bulgarian, two Turkish and one German Assault platoons came in at the run, Hansen at their head, they clamber through the wire, bombing Wilno held slit trenches and pile boxes as they advance. Two Wilno MG bunkers are destroyed in rapid succession, then a third, opening the way for the Dutch assault units to withdraw, although they must do so, under heavy fire the whole way. The Bulgarian, Turkish and German assault units provide a steady covering fire, as they too fall back.
Hansen greets the two frazzeled and battered but undaunted Dutch platoons as they emerge, he warmly commends them for their gallantry and determination, Hansen remarks to their commanders, that their effort while unsuccessful was entirely merited - the prize, Festung Kessel, was worth the candle. General Hansen, turns his eyes to Festung Kessel, and considers his options. Festung Kazim, is once again in his hands, his attack has put much of the WNSD Battalion's 1st, 2nd, 3rd and 5th Wings to flight, at least it seem and although in places - such as Festung Kessel, the Wilno Self-Defensemen are still grimly clinging to their positions with considerable valour, and success. The bulk of the Vaskes Airflield is once again in LoN control, making it possible for some supplies to be air lifted or at least air dropped into the Vaskes West Pocket. By any measure his men have preformed a mircle upon the battlefield today.
LoN ammunition is short, his men are exhausted, and he has to sort out his wounded and his dead. To make matters more difficult the weather is shifting, the clouds - dark and low - speak of rain, experience tells him, a down pour of some magnitude is in the offing, and their is an ominous scent of snow on the air, or at least a heavy frost. Hansen reluctantly calls off any further attacks, although his instincts and traing scream for him to continue to attack - caution is now the order of the day, he has risked much, but he doesn't view it as wise or reasonable to risk more at this moment - he orders his men to dig in, and dig in fast and deep before the Wilno troops get their act together.
General Orbay, alerts the Ladyga HQ by radio, that aircraft can use the run way, although its condition means a high rate of landing accidents is likely, the fact that Festung Kessel, can partially cover of the run way with machinegun and rifle fire, wont help matters. Orbay's staff suggests that supplies could be parachuted in, via a crates or containers, onto the LoN held sections of the air field, and the surrounding grassy fields. Whatever method used, it is imperitive that some supplies be gotten into Vaskes immediately, the LoN Garrison is almost out of ammunition, medical supplies are scarce to the point of being non-existant, food stuffs are almost exhausted, although water supplies are still adequate with strict rationing. General Orbay, expresses grave doubts on wheather his men can hold out more then another day or two, if pressed.
Major-General Konarski is horrified by what has happened, he makes every effort to launch a counter-attack to regain lost ground but quickly discovers that such an effort is impossible, his men simply won't obey the orders to stand and fight, much less attack. Konarski, redirects his attention and that of his officers to trying to stabilize the situation, to reform something like a practical battleline, he orders Festung Kessel to be secured with every man and gun that can be organized for it. He quickly consults with Majors Bazala, Bryzska, Szyborski, and Kosowski to get a feel for the material and morale situation of his Wings. Their report is not good, casaulties have been heavy both in dead, wounded and missing, desertions are epidemic, irreplaceable weapons and ammunition have been lost in considerable numbers in the panic stricken local retreats. Discpline is non-existant, fighting morale all but gone amougnst the Wilno Self-Defense men of Konarski's Grand Wing.
The Wing Commanders opt that a tactical withdrawl is the only option, their men won't stand, it is that simple. Marshal Letowska is incendecent with rage when Konarski reports this to him. Konarski, a loyal man, but angered beyond endurance snarls back at his commander-in-chief, he doesn't quietly accept Letowska's bitter and bitting remarks about his troops. Letowska responds to Konarski's pragmatic assessments, noting that the Wilno National Self-Defense Battalion has taken on a task to great for its strengths, and that Letowska has made as many mistakes in his leadership, as the Self-Defense men may or may not have made in the field.
Marshal Letowska white-faced with rage, promptly relieves Major-General Konarski of his post as Commander-in-Chief of the WNSD Battalion, while Letowska retains Lt.Colonel Koberba as his WNSD Chief-of-Staff, he takes direct control of the Battalion's Wings himself. Konarski, leaves Letowska's ruined headquarters without another word, Letowska's guards at the HQ door, note as Konarski leaves, he hefts a rifle and a satchel of rifle clips, carefully pocketing several stick grenades and starts down the steps and begins to walk quietly in the direction of Festung Kessel. One guardsmen asks, Konarski where he is going, Konarski remarks, "Where I can and may still do some good."
The sound of distant gunfire echoes from the west, filtering through the trees and buildings. All hands are suddenly still, all eyes in Vaskes turn, all ears strain to catch the sound of artillery fire, the unmistakable jarring rattle of machineguns, the whip crack of rifle shots, it has begun - the first stirrings of battle out beyond Vaskes. The LoN Mobile Brigade, has arrived.
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