Hello everyone. This is Chapter 2 to my story The New Captain. Enjoy. And Please Red and Review.
After a seemingly long thirty minutes, Soap saw on coming people. He took out binoculars and zoomed in on them. They weren't any hostile troops. They were fellow SAS Soldiers.
Soap got out a small flashlight and started flickering it on and off, signaling that they were SAS as well. He then proceeded out of his firing position in a ditch and approached the squad of SAS that arrived.
"Ok. Remember our mission. We head up to the large guardhouse up this gravel path, then we follow the gravel path from the guard house to our objective. We are here freezing our asses off in Russia north of the Volga River because we have to capture Leonid Bulshavik in the Ultra-nationalist base that's located here. Keep it quiet. Only return fire if you are fired upon. Follow me." Soap ordered.
Every one of the SAS nodded. Then Soap raised his firearm and proceeded down the gravel path to their left.
Leonid Bulshavik was the new leader of the Ultra-nationalist since the death of Imran Zakheav. The Ultra-nationalist was not completely abolished. They suffered immense losses, but there were still some Ultra-Nationalist left. In fact, they were fighting back even harder because of the death of Imran Zakheav and the casualties they faced.
It seemed the Ultra-Nationalist was going to face more casualties, since the SAS squad had made good progress down the road and were almost there. However, they heard the footsteps and conversations of approaching Russians.
Soap and his squad quietly rolled into thick under brush. It concealed them since their clothing was camouflage. The Russian Ultra-Nationalist walked by the SAS Soldiers. Entangled in the under brush without detecting them.
After the Russians were out of hearing range, the SAS crawled out of their hiding spot. And proceeded down the path.
After they had traveled down the path, they eventually saw a structure silhouette on top of a hill in the horizon.
Soap and his squad stopped in their tracks and took cover. Soap took out his binoculars again. He pressed them against his eye sockets and zoomed in on the building.
There were four guard towers, two in the front of the house and two in the back. Each tower contained two armed Russian Ultra-Nationalist soldiers. Ultra-Nationalist soldiers also made patrols around the building. Crates of supplies were piled up outside and vehicles were parked outside the building as well.
Soap counted fifteen guards outside the building, and he saw about five guards inside the windows of the structure. Soap assumed there would be about twenty-five guards in all at the building.
Soap mapped out his position and was trying to choose the best attack tactic. Woods except for the gravel path leading up to it surrounded the house. Possums, Raccoons, and other nocturnal animals scurried about through the leave-covered ground making noise. Soap decided to use that to his advantage.
He was going to proceed through the wooded area around the house to the back of it. Then they were going to take out the guards in the guard towers and any hostile infantry already there. After that, Soap planned for his squad and he to head into the house. Then he planned to order half of his squad to secure the entrances while the other half cleared the building of any hostiles.
That was Soap's plan, and hopefully it would work. Soap put the binoculars up, and pointed forward. He and his squad cautiously walked as quietly as they could through the wooded area towards the back of the building.
Well, that's it for this chapter. I will try to update soon.
