Description
Michelsberg is a gros ouvrage, arranged in a linear fashion along a central underground gallery connecting the single combined personnel/ammunition entry block to the rear with the combat blocks about 800 metres (2,600 ft) to the east. It lacks a central "M1" ammunition magazine. It does possess an electrified 60cm internal rail network, used to move personnel and munitions within the ouvrage. The galleries are excavated at an average depth of up to 30 metres (98 ft).
- Mixed entry: inclined plan, one automatic rifle cloche (GFM), three automatic rifle embrasures and one machine gun/47mm anti-tank gun embrasure (JM/AC47).
- Block 1: Infantry block with one retractable machine gun turret, one GFM cloche and one machine gun cloche (JM).
- Block 2: Infantry block with one machine gun/anti-tank gun embrasure (JM/AC47), machine gun embrasure (JM) and two GFM cloches.
- Block 3: Artillery block with one retractable 81mm mortar turret and two GFM cloches.
- Block 4 (unbuilt): Planned artillery block with an 81mm mortar turret.
- Block 5: Artillery block with one 75mm gun turret and one GFM cloche.
- Block 6: Artillery block with one 135mm gun turret, one GFM cloche, one grenade launcher cloche (LG), oneJM cloche and one emergency exit cloche (unique in the Line).
Apart from the emergency egress cloche, Michelsberg also features a false turret.
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