Mission 7 – Gun Emplacement, Siege of Warsaw
Date: Late September 1939
The city was burning.
Warsaw, once distant and shrouded in mist and maps, now loomed in full view beneath their wings — gutted tenements, shattered rail lines, roads clogged with debris and fleeing civilians. The siege was entering its final, brutal phase.
Leutnant Andreas Voss sat in Berta’s cockpit, sweat already trickling down his collar despite the crisp autumn air. His Kette was on standby, engines warming, the pale morning sky just beginning to brighten.
The target was a Polish heavy gun emplacement dug in near a crossroads southwest of the city — one of the last major artillery positions resisting the German advance. Their orders were clear: destroy it. No finesse. No second chances.
They lifted off into smoky skies.
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| A trio of Ju 76Bs carrying 500kg bombs launch from an airstrip in Poland, 1939. |
As they neared the target, Voss called over the radio:
“Eyes sharp. We go in fast, line astern. I’ll mark the drop.”
His voice was calm, but he felt the responsibility in every syllable.
The gun emplacement was well-camouflaged but betrayed itself with its muzzle flash — it was still firing.
Voss rolled into his dive. The wind howled past the canopy. Sirens screamed.
Through the scope, he saw the square of sandbags, the grey glint of steel.
500 meters.
400.
He toggled the release.
The 500kg bomb dropped.
He pulled out hard, the Gs rattling his bones. Milo grunted behind him. The shockwave caught them as they climbed.
“Hit!” Milo called, but added: “Still firing!”
Voss craned his neck. The emplacement was damaged — smoke rising, one flank collapsed — but the gun still barked defiantly.
“Second and third — finish it.”
His wingmen came in cleanly, dropping in sequence. Two more detonations, and the gun was gone.
Just a crater now.
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| Destroyed Polish Artillery position, Battle Burza 1939 |
Voss felt the tension release in his chest. They were learning. They were operating like a unit.
On the flight home, he looked over both shoulders. His Kette was in tight formation. Tired. But unbroken.
Back at the airstrip, he dismounted and shook hands with each of them, grease-smudged, grinning like fools. He didn’t need to say it out loud. But he felt it in his chest:
We’re becoming a team.
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Game notes - rather straight forward mission overall. Still getting used to the formation rules
3 VPs (2 for me plus 1 for the formation also destroying the target) which will get me to another skill
Thats Voss's 7th and final mission in Poland
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