October 21: Now that the Nationalists have been encircled by the Republicans, the Republicans begin to attack the pocket. Borusov falls to the Germans.
October 22: The Germans enter Prague again, this time from the both the north and west. They aren't pushed this time and are engaged in street to street urban combat with the Czechs The Germans continue to push towards Prague from the East, and start to attack from the north and south to cut off the remainder of the Czech army.
October 23: Tabor falls to the Germans, and the Wehrmacht reaches the outskirts of Pardubice. The first dogfight happens over the Western Front, with an Arado Ar 68 shooting down a Bleriot-SPAD S.510.
Klaus Maurer marched along with the rest of his division towards the front. He had plenty of rest and sleep in the rear. After the fighting all way till the encirclement, he deserved it. Klaus heard the thunder of artillery as he trudged to the front. He turned to face Hans Mahler and said, "Back into the fire huh."
"Yep, we have a job to do." Mahler answered.
"Well, we're pretty good at our job." Klaus said. Hans nodded and turned forward. Klaus did the same. Talking was a good distraction, but the gravity of the war never went away. Every time they went to battle was a chance for their luck to run out. After more marching, Klaus saw the German artillery, meaning that they were at the rear of the front. 105s and 150s pounded away at the Czech lines. The division dispersed as they entered the trenches. Klaus saw the wave of men who they were replacing exit out of the trench line. Klaus found a dugout and made himself at home. Now there was nothing left to do but wait. After a while, an corporal came to his dugout and explained, "We're moving in 30 minutes. The main axis of our attack will meet up with the other pincer and cut off Pardubice. After that, we'll move south and meet up with the southern pincer."
"Just like old times." Klaus said. The corporal grunted as a form of response and then moved further down the line. The 30 minutes seemed to stretch forever, allowing Klaus to have plenty of unpleasant thoughts about what could happen to him in the upcoming assault. As the barrage wound down, the panzers rolled to the front. The corporal cocked his MP 38. A shrill whistle cut the silence brought by the end of the artillery barrage. Klaus scampered up the ladder and into the din of war. Men moved in small groups, stopping and shooting. Machine gun bullets bounced off panzer armor. Klaus dived into a shell hole for cover. One by one, the Czech machine guns were being put out of action. All of a sudden, he heard the sound of a tank being killed. After everything, the Czechs still had some teeth in them. Klaus grabbed a hand grenade, and chucked it towards the Czech lines. He heard a man scream, meaning that his grenade did something.
Klaus slung his Kar98K and pulled out his shovel. He ran and then jumped into the enemy trenches. Klaus immediately struck a man in the back of his head, and turned around to smash another man in the face. The man crumpled, dropping his rifle. Klaus jammed his shovel in the dirt to clean off the blood. He put his shovel back and then unslung his rifle. He carefully worked his way through the trench line, finger on the trigger, ready to shoot at anything that moved. Bullets slapped the dirt above him, and Klaus dropped to the floor. A couple of brave(or stupid, the way Klaus looked at it) Czechs manning a machine gun shot back at the Germans to slow them down. They didn't last long, as shown when infantry swung around them and shot them dead. The silence that descended upon the battlefield was broken by the screams of wounded men. In less than a month of a fighting, Klaus had heard more screams than he could count. Those screams would haunt him for all his days. Klaus shook his head and then continued moving forward.
October 24: Pardubice is encircled. Svitavy and Jihlava falls to the Germans. The Republicans continue to decrease the size of the Nationalist pocket.
October 25: Vendoli, Chrudim, and Pohled fall to the Germans. The northern wing of the the German pincer swings west to meet up with the predetermined paratroop drop. For a while, the Germans have been using their mobile war tactics to outmaneuver the Czechs. Not quite blitzkrieg, but close enough. Sometimes it works, other times it doesn't, and the Germans have to fight through the Czech positions. This time, it works spectacularly, and the Germans take Sobetuchy, Stolany, Uhercice, Vapenny Podol, and Prachovice in by the end of the day.
October 26: The southern pincer takes Chotebor and then swings west to meet up with the northern pincer. They also take Viska, Nejepin, Malec, Uhelna Pribram, Borek, Kraborovice, and reach the outskirts of Bestvina by the end of the day. The Nationalist pocket continues to shrink, and the Republicans send their tanks to reduce the Nationalist bulge south of Madrid.
The hum of the Ju 52's tri-motors vibrated the plane. Helmut Kott sat in his seat, trying not to let his fear show. He was a part of 18 men who filled the plane. The plane, along with 100 others were transporting the 1st Fallschirm-Jager-Division with all its equipment over the gap between the two Germans pincers. His plane and 10 others were going to drop them behind the front lines. Helmut would be in the thick of the fighting. He envied the other paratroopers who would be dropped further down the gap, they wouldn't have to face much resistance. A man stood in front of them and explained, "Men, it's time. To the side doors." Helmut and the rest of the men obeyed. He was 6th in line. The man opened a side door. A gust of cold air filled the plane. It was still early in the morning. The cold seeped into Helmut, freezing him to the bone.
One by one, the men exited the plane. Subconsciously, Helmut moved closer to the door, his feet moving against their will. At last he stood by the door. "Good luck," the man said to him, and put his hand on his shoulder, as if to shove him out. Helmut looked out the door, gulped, and fell forward. He let out a long and emotional "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" Wind ripped at his eyes, ears and hair. He staggered in the air, struggling to bring himself to rights. This was nothing like training. Helmut saw the shape of open parachutes below him. He shook his head to clear his mind. Time was coming to open the parachute. Three....Two....NOW! Helmut yanked the ripcord, opening up the parachute. The sudden change in speed his head body jerk and the world went gray for a second. When he came to, he was floating to the ground. If he tried, Helmut could imagine that he wasn't just dropping into a war zone and that he was taking a leisurely paratroop. Wind pushed him around. Helmut prayed that he wouldn't be snagged in a tree and get stuck. He looked towards Bestvina, where the German push had stalled out yesterday. If luck held, the Czechs wouldn't expect an attack from the air. Then Helmut saw flashes from the German line. Artillery, no doubt covering for the paratroopers, pounded the Czech lines. The Czechs had no real answer. The massive cannons from the Skoda works, the same cannons that would've destroyed any push in the last war, were all destroyed or broken by Stukas and older Henschel 123's.
The ground rushed up underneath him. Helmut crouched brought his knees up and braced himself. He hit the ground and then rolled a bit, the parachute wrapping around him. When he stopped, he realized that he was stuck. Luckily, another paratrooper came up to him and used a bayonet to cut him free. "Thank you," Helmut said.
"Don't worry about it," the man said, "You'd do the same for me."
"Of course," Helmut agreed. Helmut stood up, and then walked towards the crate where the weapons where. The crate, among with other things, had been dropped from the bomb bay doors of the Ju 52. A crack at the bottom told him that the parachute hadn't quite done its job. Helmut pulled out a Kar98 and some ammo to go with it. The German artillery barrage stopped. A sergeant yelled, "Come on boys, let's give them a hand." The men yelled in joy as they got the chance to be killed or wounded. Helmut ran towards Bestvina. Everything went perfectly for the first hundred yards. Helmut ran like a man possessed. The quicker they got there, the less chance there was of him being killed. All of a sudden, bullets started whizzing past him. Czechs appeared out of hastily dug foxholes to shoot at them. The bullets were a nuisance, but nothing more. There were no machine guns to liquefy the paratroopers, and the more men shooting at Helmut meant less men available to stop the main push. Helmut dropped to the ground and began to shoot back. Other men were doing the same thing.
Helmut stopped shooting to take out his shovel and dig in. The little firefight went on for a while, and when Helmut looked back up again, he saw more and more Czechs coming forward. That could only mean that the Germans broke through on the other side. Pretty soon, they'd be outnumbered. "HOLD!" the sergeant yelled. Other men yelled the same thing. Helmut ducked down to put a fresh clip in his gun, and then popped back up to shoot at the Czechs. The Czechs, facing fire from two sides, decided to try and break through the side with the least deadly fire. That didn't do them any good, as they broke cover and got mowed down by machine guns from Bestvina. Some lucky ones did get into the Fallschirmjager foxholes, but those never got out. The Czechs, now realizing that there was no escape, began to throw down their guns and raised their hands.
Helmut rushed out of his foxhole, Kar98 at then ready. The Czechs didn't try anything. He went up to a colonel that was walking up towards the paratroopers. "Excellent work boys," the colonel said, "We've got a lot of them trapped now. You and your men and some of mine will accompany to the rear."
Helmut nodded in agreement, and then turned to a Czech and gestured with his gun. The man understood and trudged into captivity. The others followed, being guarded by Landsers and Fallschirmjagers. Helmut was glad that he had to do no more fighting, and more importantly, he'd come unscathed from his first fight. Being alive mattered more than everything.
October 27: The Germans do a paratroop drop over the pincer gap. It has mixed results, with some drops succeeding, and others failing. Enough have worked so that the Germans have pockets of men spread all around the gap. The forest they have to fight through hinders them, but the Germans keep pushing. Over in the East, the Japanese take the city of Wuhan away from the Chinese.
October 28: The Germans meet up in the town of Sec, cutting of the bulk of the Czech army. A German U-boat sinks a Russian destroyer in the Baltic. The Russian Fleet, never as important as the army, is put on high alert and told to be more careful so they don't lose more ships.
October 29: The government in Prague, now vulnerable from the east, and already losing parts of the city in the west, agree to a surrender.
October 30: All over the country, the surrender of Prague is broadcasted. The remaining Czech soldiers in the field put down their arms and surrender. Some die-hards still continue fighting, but they are dealt with by the end of the day.
The War in Czechoslovakia is over.