Victory at Moerdijk?

Fallschirmjaeger

Commander Serval, a very small wiry Frenchman of pedestrian lineage for an officer, was opening a bottle of 1937 Burgandy he had stolen from a nearby Dutchmans house. Under the guise of course as tribute for liberty! For‘rescuing’ the village at the Moerdijk bridge. His light tanks with 40mm guns had made short work of the exhausted paratroopers. Most who now sat unarmed and guarded by the dismounted cocky Frenchmen, who swanned around eating bread and swilling wine.

Serval had just popped the cork of another bottle, and was taking a victorious swig, when the sound of svelte motors, the BMW fast motorcycles could be heard racing down the road to the bridges.

The first round riccocheted off the hull of the Hotchkiss H35 shattering the bottle as Serval stood in teh cupola. The stream of bullets following destroyed Servals smug face and body as it danced a jig of death from the hot MG 34 swivel mounted on the BMW side cars. Frenchman dove for cover.

Then the Sd. Kfx 222’s opened up catching all the French unawares. German paras, leapt up to secure guns and find cover.

The violence of action shocked the celebration right of the the three comapnies of Frenchemen who promptly downed guns, tools and bottles surrendering enmass.

So much for the French relief.

9th Panzer was here, and they had business to attend to. Released Fallschirmjaeger, rounded up, and bound the hapless French while the lead recon elements of the 9th continued on and raced across the bridge down the road to its detiny.

The tanks were coming

But is it too late?