The Germans wanted to spell it "Kirsch" but the Russians pronounce it "Kerch" and so the spelling B..attle begins. Never mind that there wasn't enough German or Russian kit of the right type. We are making up the up the numbers in tastefully unconventional ways.
Arriving at the seaside the Romanians recce in strength from the beach to the hedges at the edge of town with cavalry. They are greeted by a deluge of rocket and artillery fire and open a horse burger stand. Still, they get an op into the brick building (left of picture) and get their bino's out.Ah, ha. Some Matilda II tanks, chasing some Italians across the Western Desert, turn up in time to become lend-lease material for the Red Army..."Blimey, they couldn't have run this far, could they?"
Meanwhile, bouncing along the fields, come the German recce troops.
They drive up to a sign which says MINES and decide to test the veracity of the notice by driving on...the sign is correct. Panzer's, not wishing to be left out, then decide to see if they can make the ground jump around a bit. The AA arrives to help the stranded motorist. This is all watched with growing curiosity by many unobserved eyes up on the hill.
Every hue of early PzIV wants in on the act as do many Pz38t's some PzIII's and a few Wespe SPG's pretending to be PzJI's...said we didn't have the kit. All seems to be going according to plan for the Axis; they have found marked and unmarked minefields, established a very useful OP and have arrived in significant numbers close to their objective. Tune in next time to see if Russian underwear has the capacity for all this fear and excitement...