During World War I, when the entrenchnt of both sides led to a stalemate, the Allies turned to tanks or opened new fronts. However, the German strategy focused on whether a highly trained infantry unit could breach the enemy's defensive line and expand the breakthrough to achieve victory. This "highly trained infantry" unit was the Storm Assault Battalion.
At this mont, the Storm Assault Battalion had only recently been ford, with Major Willy Rohr, the visionary behind the concept, as its lead instructor. He had handpicked over 500 elite soldiers from across the German forces, forming them into a battalion that underwent three weeks of training in Berlin.
When the combat order arrived, Major Willy was montarily surprised, handing the telegram to Battalion Commander Major Rico. "What's your take on this?"
Major Rico glanced at the telegram, a hint of worry in his eyes. "We're not ready. Many of them don't even know each other yet."
"That's irrelevant," Willy replied firmly. "As long as we know how this battle should be fought, the battlefield will be our best training ground."
This was Willy's genuine belief—training grounds were only for theoretical exploration. Real combat was practice, verification, and results. Only in real battles could theory be refined and provide experience for future Storm Assault units.
"There will never be a mont when we're 'ready,' Rico," Willy said. "Not if we stay confined to the training grounds."
With a resigned nod, Rico acknowledged Willy's point. After all, as battalion commander, his responsibility was executing the combat strategy, not deciding when and where they engaged. That was for Willy, their head instructor, to decide.
At 3 a.m. the following day, the First Storm Assault Battalion, fully ard, arrived at Cambrai by train.
Major General Nikolaus, commander of the First Tank Division, personally welcod them at the station.
As they rode toward the front in a truck, Nikolaus urgently illuminated a map with his flashlight, addressing Major Willy.
"The situation is dire, Major. Charles' First Tank Brigade is already en route as reinforcents. I don't know exactly when they'll arrive, but we must break through the enemy lines as soon as possible to give ourselves more ti to prepare for battle."
Willy barely glanced at the map before replying, "In two hours." Original content can be found at NoveI(F)ire
"What?" Major General Nikolaus looked up, confused.
"We'll attack at dawn, General," Willy said. "The plan is simple: we'll infiltrate the enemy lines just before first light and launch our assault at sunrise."
Nikolaus paused, then nodded slowly. He now understood that the Storm Assault Battalion was not acting as the "vanguard" but as an infiltrating force. The impact of infiltrating enemy lines would be far more effective than a straightforward advance.
After a quick glance at the map, Willy added, "So, I don't need this kind of map. I need a detailed layout of the enemy's trench network."
Just before dawn, the German artillery fired sporadically along the French lines, adding to the thickening morning fog with the sll of gunpowder.
Peering cautiously through his binoculars, Major Willy observed the enemy trenches. Seeing no movent, he raised a hand and gave a quick signal. Imdiately, the First Storm Assault Battalion, which had been waiting silently, advanced under cover of artillery fire.
The n wore M1915 Prussian helts, with all spiked tops removed. Each soldier wore steel armor on their chests, belts laden with grenades, and a few more packed in their bags. Ard with carbines and lightweight Maxim guns, they crawled out of their trenches, disappearing into the smoky haze created by artillery blasts.
Willy had chosen this infiltration point after extensive reconnaissance. It wasn't the closest spot to the enemy lines, but rather a recessed area in the defensive position. To the left, a small hill obscured them from the French to the south, and a few scattered trees on the right provided additional cover.
"We'll fire a few rounds here, here, and here," Willy had indicated on a map to Nikolaus. "But no more than five to ten shots."
Nikolaus nodded, understanding Willy's intent. Too much artillery fire might raise suspicion among the French.
Technically, Willy didn't have to join this mission himself. As the strategist behind the Storm Assault Battalion's tactics, he needed to stay alive to analyze and refine the results for future units. Yet he chose to lead his n on this operation, seeing it as a chance to put his theories to the test.
Moving carefully, Willy led his troops across the battlefield, advancing in bursts and pauses—sotis pausing in craters, other tis crawling. He would occasionally gesture for snipers to occupy high ground and cover the team.
The infiltration took almost twenty minutes, including cutting through barbed wire and slipping through the gaps, finally arriving just before dawn at the edge of the French trench line.
The French were completely unaware of their approach. Willy, lying low in front of the trenches, could even overhear the French guards chatting.
"Thank God, it's almost dawn. They say Charles' reinforcents will arrive today. It should be any ti now, right?"
"As long as Charles' forces get here, we'll be safe."
"Charles is a good man. It's hard to believe he's fighting alongside us against the Germans. I an, he's truly on our side!"
"Yes, if those bombers had been even a second later yesterday, we might have been finished!"
Willy didn't linger to listen further. He turned and signaled to his n.
The German soldiers understood, pulling grenades from their belts and carefully unscrewing the safety caps.
Willy waited a mont longer before giving the signal to attack. His n pulled the pins and lobbed the smoking grenades into the trenches ahead.
The French soldiers' shouts of panic were quickly drowned by the explosive blasts.
Without waiting for an order, the German troops leapt up, rifles in hand, and sprinted forward, each racing to jump into the trench.
Gunfire echoed almost continuously, with barely a scream in between.
The Storm Assault Battalion preferred not to use bayonets. Not only was the confined space of the trenches ill-suited for the maneuverability of a rifle with a bayonet, but Willy believed speed was essential. The battalion needed to carve out a secure foothold—a stretch of trench they could control, enough space to house an entire battalion.
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