Death Factory - Call of Duty - WWII - Full Mission Walkthrough - Mission No. 7 #cod #wwii

Ah, now this is a tale worthy of the annals of war—a story of grit, brotherhood, and the unrelenting chaos of battle. Let me take you deeper into the heart of the Hürtgen Forest, where the air is thick with the scent of pine and gunpowder, and every step forward is a dance with death. The Bloodied Path to Hill 493 The forest was a labyrinth of shadows and silence, broken only by the distant thunder of artillery. The men of the First Platoon moved like ghosts through the mist, their boots crunching on frostbitten leaves. They were weary, their faces etched with the toll of weeks spent clawing through the hellscape of war. But there was no rest, not now. Not when the gateway to the Rhine lay just beyond their grasp. Daniels clutched the letter from Hazel, the words burning in his mind. Pregnant. The news should have brought him joy, but here, in this godforsaken forest, it felt like a cruel reminder of how fragile life was. He folded the letter carefully, tucking it into his chest pocket, close to his heart. The squad had congratulated him, but their smiles were fleeting. They all knew the truth: in the Hürtgen, tomorrow was never promised. The mission was clear: take Hill 493. A seemingly insignificant rise on the map, but to the men of the First Platoon, it was a fortress of death. The Germans had dug in deep, their 150mm artillery guns raining fire on anyone foolish enough to approach. Daniels had seen them through his binoculars, their barrels glowing like the maws of dragons. He knew what awaited them. The bridge was the first taste of hell. The SS came screaming out of the trees, their faces twisted with fury. The Americans held the line, their rifles barking in unison. Mines exploded, sending shards of metal and earth into the air. And then came the Panzer IV, its cannon roaring like a beast. Daniels didn’t hesitate. He grabbed a rocket launcher, his hands steady despite the chaos. One shot. Two. The tank erupted in flames, and the SS fell back, but the cost was high. The forest was littered with the fallen. The Trap Pierson led half the platoon north, their silhouettes disappearing into the gloom. Turner, Daniels, and the rest followed the river east, their boots sinking into the icy mud. The mortar position was a brief victory, the Germans scattering like rats. But it was a ruse. The forest erupted in fire as German artillery zeroed in on their position. Trees splintered, earth heaved, and men screamed. Daniels was thrown like a ragdoll, his world spinning into darkness. When he awoke, the forest was silent, save for the ringing in his ears. His vision blurred, and for a moment, he saw him—Paul. His brother, long gone, standing there in the mist. “Get up, Danny,” Paul said, his voice calm, steady. “You’ve got work to do.” Daniels blinked, and the vision was gone, but the words lingered. He grabbed a M1911 from the ground, its weight familiar in his hand, and pushed forward. Through the Fog The forest was alive with danger. German patrols moved like wraiths through the fog, their voices low and guttural. Daniels moved with purpose, his training guiding him through the maze of tank traps and barbed wire. He found Turner, bloodied but alive, and together they pressed on. The sniper in the bunker tower was a shadow against the gray sky, his rifle cracking like a whip. Daniels breached the complex, his heart pounding in his chest. The fight was close, brutal. When it was over, the sniper lay silent, and Daniels’ hands were stained with the cost of survival. The Mill The house by the river was a fortress, its windows bristling with machine gun fire. The squad was pinned down, their options dwindling. Daniels moved like a predator, flanking the position, his rifle spitting death. The Germans fell one by one, their cries swallowed by the roar of battle. The mill was theirs, but the victory was short-lived. The halftrack came rumbling out of the trees, its cannon blazing. The squad fought with everything they had, their desperation fueling their aim. The halftrack exploded in a ball of fire, and the SS retreated once more. The Calm Before the Storm The mill was quiet now, the air thick with the scent of smoke and blood. Turner stood by the window, his eyes scanning the treeline. “We wait for Pierson,” he said, his voice firm. “Then we take the hill.” Daniels leaned against the wall, his body aching, his mind racing. He thought of Hazel, of the child she carried. He thought of Paul, of the brother he’d lost. And he thought of the men around him, their faces etched with the same weariness, the same resolve. They were more than a platoon. They were brothers. The forest waited, silent and foreboding. Hill 493 loomed in the distance, its slopes steeped in shadow. The gateway to the Rhine was within reach, but the cost would be high. Daniels tightened his grip on his rifle, his jaw set. There was no turning back! #cod #codm #codmobile #coding #codmw #callofduty #callofdutymobile #warzone