Battle Of The Bulge - Call of Duty - WWII - Full Mission Walkthrough - Mission No. 9 #cod #wwii
0:00-1:54 Angry Pierson 1:55-5:54 Ammo Delivery 5:55-7:25 Convoy Got Hit 7:26-8:50 Calling For Air Support 8:51-15:58 Fighting In Jet 15:59-19:39 Defending Our Armor 19:40-21:00 Surviving Heavy Attack 21:01-22:26 Air Support Arrived 22:27-24:00 Calling Air Strike On Close Proximity 24:00-24:30 Won The Battle Snow fell in thick, silent waves, blanketing the Ardennes Forest in an eerie stillness. The embers of a small fire flickered as Daniels, now a corporal, sat with his squad, raising a quiet toast to Turner, whose absence was still a fresh wound. Six weeks had passed since Hill 493, yet the echoes of that battle lingered in their minds. Pierson stumbled into their circle, his breath heavy with alcohol, his movements slow and deliberate. He spoke of Turner, of the years they had fought together, his words slurred but carrying a weight of grief that even the liquor couldn’t dull. He warned them that when the convoy arrived the next day, he wouldn’t be able to protect them anymore. Morning came bitter and unforgiving. Daniels, Zussman, Aiello, and Stiles struggled against the biting cold, their breath fogging in the freezing air. Pierson, seemingly immune to the cold, barked orders, sending Daniels to resupply the eastern flank. The weight of the ammo box dug into his arms as he trudged through the snow, delivering it to the frontline soldiers. Moments later, movement in the trees caught his eye—German troops advancing through the frost-laden landscape. He shouldered his sniper rifle, picking off the enemy while his comrades fought to clear a jammed machine gun. The last of the attackers fell, leaving only silence in their wake. Daniels returned to the Command Tent, where Aiello introduced him to a new face—Howard, an African-American soldier. The introduction caught Daniels by surprise, but there was little time for pleasantries. Howard laid out his concerns: the Germans would attack the convoy upon its arrival. Daniels suggested calling in air support, but Pierson dismissed the idea. The skies were already stretched thin. The convoy’s arrival was met with devastation. The first artillery shell struck without warning, followed by a deafening barrage that ripped through trucks and men alike. Smoke billowed, screams pierced the chaos, and the squad scrambled for cover. As the bombardment ceased, Pierson gathered the surviving men, grimly revealing that enemy tanks were on their way. Howard proposed using the old CP’s radio to call for air support. The squad rallied around him, fighting tooth and nail to keep the position secure while Howard worked the radio. Finally, the call went through—air support was coming. The 509th Fighter Squadron soared into the fray, their P-47 Thunderbolts cutting through the gray sky. They engaged the German Luftwaffe, ensuring the bombers made it through. With air superiority secured, they shifted their focus to the battered infantry below. Daniels and his squad fell back to the main line, bracing themselves for the next wave. The ground trembled as German armor rolled closer. Daniels pulled a red smoke grenade, marking the targets for air support. The first wave of bombs struck true, reducing enemy forces to smoldering wreckage. The squad regrouped with Pierson, who demanded another strike on the advancing tanks. Daniels hesitated, arguing that the targets were too close to their own lines. Impatient, Pierson seized the radio and made the call himself. Daniels dove for cover as the airstrike thundered down, the shockwave knocking them off their feet. As the dust settled, Daniels groggily sat up. Howard stood over him, questioning how long Pierson had been making reckless calls. Daniels could only reply that such concerns were far beyond his authority. Around them, German soldiers, their will broken, raised their hands in surrender. Pierson’s gaze remained hard, his voice devoid of mercy as he ordered the prisoners to be processed swiftly. The snow kept falling, but the battlefield remained drenched in blood.
