The earth rapidly approached her as she slammed herself against. Pressing herself as hard as she could as the world erupted around her. The screams of sirens pierced her ears as bombs landed near her. Only giving herself time to give a glance at the Stuka's that had dropped their payload upon her them. They were ordered to defend an open field with limited cover. Only giving limited time an supplies from her superiors, who were in turn rushing to create defensive lines from the rushing Blitz. Only a few vehicles and trenches were managed to be set up, by the time the screaming Jeriko sirens were heard overhead. All around her she saw those who'd followed her lead and took cover. Kissing the ground, while some were lucky enough to have hidden in the trenches. While others weren't so lucky, as their shouts of agony resonated through her ears. All around her: broken earth, defences damaged and men dead. She cursed this day. This was not the end, however. On the ground, she could feel the world rumbling. Fear shot through her as she dared look towards her. Panzers. The metal beasts rumbled towards her and her defences. Scrambling to her feet she ran towards an antitank emplacement that was spared by the bombing. Grimacing as she hucked dead bodies away. Shouting at her men to assist her. Unfortunately, fortune once again failed to aid her. One of the few sources of comfort was the Char B1 bis tanks, that had been firing upon their enemy since the beginning of the attack, fell silent. Turning back, noticing a fist-sized hole, black, and smoldering where the driver would've been.



Another explosion erupted as she watched a Renault R35's turret fly off its ring. Oily black smoke rising angrily from the opening. Things were getting desperate. Her men fought back with all their heart, firing their rifles and the rhythmic sounds of their machine guns ripped through the air. Quickly she brought the gun towards the oncoming metal beasts and fired. The first shot hit the earth. Quickly emptying the breach, loading in a new shell, she and her impromptu gun crew fired. This time it hit, but only tracked the leading tank. The ding of a ricochet off the guns plating caught her attention once more. Herself and her men now within machine gun range of the progressive tanks. Cursing to herself, watching as enemy trucks and half-tracks unloaded their men as they advanced with their armoured supports. Pops and cracks of rifles and machine gun exchanges rang through the air. Ducking behind the plating as she watched as one of her soldiers Adrian helmets fly off his head. Himself falling to the ground, blood leaking from the newly formed hole in his skull. Curses, profanities, and orders barked out. As soldiers fired, and did their best to defend their positions. This was not the war her father had told her about, this was a new kind of war. She could see the terror in their eyes, many wanted to flee. She would not lead a band of cowards however. The longer they held out, the longer France could fight back and hold off this cancerous invasion. Picking up the tricolour of her nation from the hardened grasp of a fallen comrade. She waved it high and proud in defiance. "Tu veux cette terre!?" She cried out, her men cried out in defiance with their Capitaine. "Rejoignez-moi mes frères d'armes, comme nos pères avant nous!" Coco shouted over the screams of bullets and explosions of shells, she... no, they would hold the line. Like their fathers before them. " On ne passe pas!"



(I decided the make things a little more interesting. I apologize for the poor French. I figured it would add more immersion by having her speak in her mother tongue. Anyway, what she says is, "You want this soil?!" "Come my brothers in arms, like our fathers before us!" "They shall not pass!" All feedback is appreciated. Thank you.)