Blitzkrieg Tactics Novels & Stories

"We're already outnumbered. Dividing our forces would be suicidal." "Not divided. Put all we have into one crushing blow." I marked potential lines of attack on the bark map. "Hit hard, fast, then withdraw before they can send word to the other soldiers. Disrupt their timing, force them to reorganize, maybe convince them we have more warriors than they thought." Kane was studying the proposed line of attack with a professional interest. "Shock tactics. It could work, but only if the strike force can get in and out before the enemy recover from their surprise."

The secondary vehicle hit the ram's rear chassis before its driver finished processing what had happened to the lead vehicle. The third hit the second. Fifty-seven siege engines behind them didn't all hit each other because the column was long enough that the rear units had time to stop, but the forward element was a pile of metal on a road that had eaten the first three vehicles and was not, at this point, a road anyone was driving on again without significant engineering work. Xander was already moving. The trench blitz was ninety seconds of the specific violence that well-trained infantry performed when the target was already compromised and the job was completion rather than engagement.

They all obeyed and submitted to Avraam's orders. "Under your father's leadership, we three hundred men were like the famous three hundred men of Spartax. Our spirits rose when we heard your father, Brockley, speak loudly. His shouting has stirred our anger so that we have nothing on our minds but victory." Hudde then taught several strategies for gaining victory before war, be it defence of one's own fortress, invasion of enemy territory, and expansion of territory.

We were fighting for domination. Neomi looked up from the monitors, her eyes reflecting a deep understanding of the stakes. “Then we make them bleed before they get the chance to strike.” I nodded, my jaw clenched. “We turn their tactics against them. We don’t wait. We don’t hesitate. We hit them hard. We hit them fast.” The adrenaline surged through me, a raw, unstoppable force. This was it. No more hesitation. The time for strategy was over. The time for war had come.

"They're using the same pattern as before-as strike fast and efficiently, cause maximum casualties, then disappear into the forests." "This… This is too coordinated," I say aloud as I study the patterns of smoke. "I think Kaiser is behind this. Be has taught me about this type of strategy before. He wants to confuse us and thin out our forces. He attacks a particular place first, when we send our forces there, hidden attacks order places- a lot of places at once so that if we send our troops to one location, we leave the other locations vulnerable” "He's forcing us to choose which citizens to protect, so that there will be uproar from the people about favoritism from the king…” Leo figures o

No one knew what happened to them after the war. "I sent two of my territory's best assassins to kill all those who had been affected by the Blitzkrieg," Altaire said as soon as he took a seat. “Shocker,” Trevino murmured. Odincliffe suppressed a grin. Dystonia giggled. Altaire ignored his snide comment and continued. "And so far, we're getting steady success. They've killed four already." "Four?!" Trevino's asked forcefully. Obviously, his collector's fetish slipped.

Layla says beside me. “No.” He is forcing a decisive engagement. I step forward into visible space. “Compress left,” I call. “Cut spear tip.” Our mixed units shift immediately, not scattering, not reacting wildly, but bending around the concentrated thrust to break momentum rather than absorb it. Varik himself appears at the head of the formation, moving with brutal efficiency, and when his gaze locks onto mine across the clearing, there is no pretense left. This is not psychological. This is conquest. “You learned,” he calls across the noise.

Two soldiers dropped and the rest raised shields in the belated way of people who had not believed shields would be necessary yet, and the hesitation cost them the second it took to raise them because the second of hesitation was the second we needed. We moved, and we moved in the way we had drilled every evening for the two weeks before this — not the charge of a force that believes in its own size but the dispersed, rapid, targeted movement of a force that believes in its own knowledge of the ground it is moving through. Hit and then fade back into the trees. Strike from the side and then melt into the brush before the return stroke can find us. Move to the next position and strike again f

Sir Rowan asked his equally stunned assistant. “I’m not sure,” the lady frowned. “We might have to purchase more pepper for the pepper bombs and mine more rocks to place in the giant snowballs.” Indeed, even Zen thought his plan sounded despicable. Using pepper to remove the enemy’s sight and rocks hidden in large snowballs to destroy the catapults from the stronghold, those goblins would be unprepared for a sound distraction coming from all directions as the elite forces cut them down from sneaky angles and retreated to regroup. The technique was known as the “blitzkrieg” used in an ancient war by a racist tyrant who almost dominated the world.

asked Freya. “Neither. We charge centerline at maximum velocity and get into melee as fast as possible. That’ll defang all their ranged attacks.” “That’s what I’m talking about!” Kali cried out. She then pushed her throttle to the maximum and blasted forward with speed. The others quickly followed suit. And as they approached, they spread out from each other, and began to weave evasively. As Lucifer had surmised, the artillery wing northeast of their position began to pound the area. Multiple 240mm shells came down all around and blasted the highway and left deep craters in the titacrete.