A/N hey guys I'm back with the final chapter to shells and shotguns. So lets get right into it.

As the tank drove into the town they drove down the mud road over a mine.

* Boom *

Rocky: "Fuck not anther Tiger."

Rubble: "What was that?"

Ryder: "Settle down its a mine, we hit a mine thats all."

Chase: "Fuck."

Ryder: "Everyone off."

Zuma got out of the tank and looked over the damage.

Zuma: "We busted the rope track, boggy is fucking busted too."

Ryder: "Can you fix it?"

Zuma: "Sure why not."

Rocky: "Chase grab me the tool kit from the back."

Chase: "K."

Ryder: "Rubble you got outpost guard. Go to the top of the hill and work your way from the trees."

Rubble: "sure thing Ryder."

Rubble walked down the road to the woods as the rest worked on the tank.

SS Batallion.

Commander: "Keep moving, keep moving, fourth row advance."

Rubble looked out from the woods and then ran back to the tank in a panic.

Ryder: "Evening Rubble why aren't you at your post?"

Rubble: "There coming."

Ryder: "Who?"

Rubble: "The SS. They got vehicles too"

Ryder: "Tanks?"

Rubble: "No no no, Just trucks."

Ryder: "How many were there?"

Rubble: "Too...too many to count."

Ryder: "How many are there?"

Rubble: "Two, maybe three hundred of them. They were marching singing, it sounded like they wanted a fight."

Chase: "Just probably a bunch of bums looking to surrender, thats all."

Ryder: Do you hear that.. Its a goddam SS battalion."

Marshall threw down the jack wrench.

Marshall: "Fuck."

Marshall: "Lets just get our stuff and get out and let them pass."

Zuma: "Jesus Christ."

Ryder: "We ain't running why we running now?"

Chase: "Marshall, get my gun."

Marshall: "Yeah."

Rubble: "You want to get your weapon?"

Rocky: "Shit."

Zuma: "What do you want to do?"

Chase: "Let's just get our shit, all right? Look, it's about to be dark. We just get on up out of here, huh, Let 'em pass on through?"

Rubble: "Let's him them woods. Marshall, go get your shit. Go get your pack. Let's go."

Ryder: "Look we never run before, I ain't running now."

Rocky: "What was that?"

Ryder: "We're gonna fight it out."

Rocky: "We can't."

Ryder: "l'm gonna hold this crossroad."

Rocky: "What you mean, you're gonna hold...The tank's busted! The tank's fucking busted top!"

Ryder: "Yeah, you said that."

Zuma: "what are you doing? What do you want to do? You want to sit here?"

Ryder: "I'm gonna hold this crossroad."

Chase: "You want to sit here and hold off an SS battalion...?"

Ryder: "No, it's not what I want to do, But it's what we're doing."

Rubble: "There's six of us..."

Ryder: "Get to your fighting positions! Mount up!"

Rocky: "What you mean fucking fighting positions when we ain't got a tank? How we gonna fight?"

Ryder: "We got a cannon!"

Ryder was yelling as panic filled his voice.

Marshall: "That don't make sense!"

Rubble: "Stop! What are you doing?"

Ryder: "Get on out of here. Get to that tree line. boys, take care of yourselves. Get to that tree line. It's all right."

Rubble: "It's all right."

Rubble backed away and Zuma was crying.

Ryder: "It's my home."

Marshall: "I'm staying here with you."

Ryder: "All right. I'll need you to load. Boys' get on. It's all right."

Rubble: "Chase, come on. We're gonna stay. What is your plan?"

Ryder: "Fuck it get us one of them dead SS bastards."

As the dogs fetched the dead SS they covered them with gasoline and laid them around the tank.

Ryder: "Light'em up."

Rubble and Zuma light the dead bodies.

As the six got back into the tank they got prepared for the fight.

Chase: "You wanna take that kit right there. That's it."

Marshall: "Go and grab it. That's it."

Ryder: "All right, all right. Grease gun."

Rubble: "Go on, hand it to him."

Zuma: "Another box."

Zuma handed Rubble a box of ammo for the front guns.

Ryder: "Go ahead and get it ready grenades, Ammo check. Put that there. Make them count."

Marshall: "What kind of rounds you got up there?"

Chase: "I'm going through ammo like water. That's 4 rounds of smoke and 23 super charge and 33 solid shot."

Marshall: "What you want, top?"

Ryder: "Load super charge and set the point delay."

Zuma: "Give me that can."

Ryder pulled out a bottle of booze from the corner.

Ryder: "Might as well get a little tight. Won't be around for the hangover."

Ryder started drinking and chugged it.

Ryder: "God, that's better than good."

Rubble looked out his periscope and saw the SS marching down the road."

Rubble: "They're coming."

Ryder: "No one makes a move unless I say. Come on, you cocksuckers, come on in come on in, almost."

Ryder: "Now!"

Chase threw a grenade out the side window of the turret.

Chase: "Like that, motherfuckers?"

Chase: "Clear!"

Ryder: "Fire!"

Marshall: "On the way!"

Chase loaded another round into the chamber.

Chase: "Clear!"

Marshall: "On the way!"

Rubble: "Fucking SS Fuck you all!"

Ryder: "They're running! They're running! Traverse left. Bow gunner, squirt those assholes running for that mill. Cut those fuckers down!"

Marshall: "Loader, four rounds of Willy Pete."

Ryder: "Marshall, put it in that building. It's full of fucking SS's."

Chase: "Clear."

Ryder: "Fire! Fire!"

Marshall: "On the way!"

The round blew into the building blowing up the building along with the SS.

Ryder: "Give me another one that was beautiful."

Chase: "You clear!"

Marshall: "On the way!"

Ryder: "Bow gunner, watch that left."

Rubble: "Yeah, you better fucking run."

Ryder: "Traverse right."

Marshall: "On the way!"

Ryder: "Stay on 'em. 15 up, 15 up. Fire!"

Chase: "Clear!"

Marshall: "On the way!"

As the rounds blew up killing the SS the fight just begun. Ryder had give orders the the tank crew.

Ryder: "Traverse right! Doughs, two o'clock! give 'em a big kick in the butt!"

Marshall: "All right, I'm on them."

Chase: "You're clear!"

Marshall: "On the way!"

Ryder: "Loader, give me another point delay. Skip it on the ground and bounce those fuckers!"

Chase: "Clear!"

Marshall: "On the way!"

The tank round exploded and hit the truck blowing it up.

Ryder: "Come on!"

Chase: "Hit 'em again!

Ryder: "Go, boys! Go, boys!"

Chase: "Clear!"

Ryder: "Light 'em up!"

Marshall: "On the way!"

Ryder: "Down 15. Steady. Traverse left!"

Chase: "You clear!"

Ryder: "Fire at will!"

Marshall: "On the way!"

Ryder: "That's right, burn to the fucking ground."

The SS came running out and they were all on fire. Many shot themselves from pain.

Ryder: "Machine, clock one!"

Rubble: "I'm out! I need a new can!"

Rocky: "Shoot, we out! We out!"

Zuma: "Fuck. We got a case rupture. This gun is gone."

Rubble: "We need more boxes of ammo!"

Zuma: "We got .30 on the roof."

Ryder: "All right, we got ammo outside. I'm gonna lay down some smokes. Rocky, on my signal, pop your hatch and lay down some cover fire, and Rubble you do the same."

Ryder: "Marshall grab that grease gun."

Marshall: "Copy Ryder."

Ryder: "Zuma, get ready to snatch that .30."

Zuma: "Roger."

Ryder: "All right, here we go."

Go!

SS Commander: "They are outside the tank!Pick them off."

Ryder: "Come on!"

Zuma: "Take it. Take the 30 up."

Chase: "Quick, quick, quick! Quick, quick, hurry up, Marshall!"

The SS started to climb the sides tank as Ryder shot them one by one off the tank. His gun was out of ammo.

Ryder: "Fuck."

Ryder threw his gun at an SS and pulled out his sidearm. One SS shot Ryder in the arm.

As Ryder gets into the tank he pulled SS into the hatch with him.

Chase: "FUCK FUCK FUCK Shoot him, Marsh!"

Rocky: "Fuck."

Ryder stabbed the SS in the throat killing him. Ryder them tossed the body and it rolled of the side of the tank.

Chase: "I need two more. I got two left."

Ryder: "They're getting cocky."

Zuma: "He's hit. Damn sure ain't no good leaking blood everywhere."

Ryder: "So patch me up, then."

Rocky: "Hey, take these two boxes. Put 'em down below."

Chase: "Hey, Marshall, come on. Keep it coming."

Ryder: "If a man loves the world,

the love of the fathers not in him.

For all thats in the world,

lust of the flesh, lust of the eyes,

pride of life

ifs not of the father. It's of the world.

The world and its desires pass away.

Bul he who does God's will

is gonna live forever.

Forever.

Zuma: "Lift it up."

SS Commander: "Swarm and kill them! Make them count. They're all we have."

As the commander handed rocket launchers out he then disbanded them to kill the tank crew.

Ryder: "Save your ammo, don't shoot unless you see you can be damn sure they're working their way behind us. Anybody see anything?"

Rubble: "I see nothing."

Chase: "I got nothing."

Zuma: "Nothing."

SS: "Advance, advance quickly"

Rubble" Panzerfast, four o'clock!"

Rocky: "Traverse right!"

Ryder: "He missed!"

Ryder: "Hit him with the coax!"

The Panzer penetrated the tank armor blowing thru Chase's side.

Chase: "FUCK FUCK FUCK FU."

Rocky: "Fuck Fuck Fuck No No No no no fuck no!"

Chase was dead.

Ryder: "We're still in this fight get up, we're still in this fight!"

Ryder: "Watch our right, watch our right. Stay on the .30. Keep hammering them."

Rubble: "Yeah, you motherfuckers! Come on."

Outside the tank was taking a beating from 5 machine guns. The artillery on the inside was overheating and they were running low on gas.

Rubble: "How long can we keep this up?"

Ryder: "Come on, keep shooting!"

Rubble: "I'm out! I'm out! I need a new can!

Zuma: "That was our last belt."

Ryder: "She's out! That's all there is!"

Rubble: "Fuck."

Ryder: "Don't get your panties in a bunch we still got hand weapons and the .50 who's with me?"

SS commander: "They're running low on ammunition! Finish them! This is our land! Attention!

Ryder hopped out of the tank and got on gunning the 50 cal.

SS Commander: "We are going to skin you alive!"

Ryder: "Shut up and send me more pigs to kill!"

SS commander: Fuck you!"

Ryder: "Zuma, grenades!"

Zuma: "Here, take..."

Zuma popped his head out of the hatch but was then shot in the head.

Ryder: "Fuck fuck fuck."

Zuma slumped back into the tank but then a grenade is thrown in.

Marshall: "Shit grenade."

Rocky grabbed the grenade and bent over holding the grenade to his chest, and it blew him up.

Marshall: "Fuck oh god."

Rubble: "Marshall down 12 mach..."

Rubble had been shot in the face by the machine gun as it broke thru his periscope and the glass.

Ryder: "Shit."

Marshall: "Come gets slaughtered you SS bastards."

There was a sniper covered by grass and mud sneaking towards Ryder as he was still manning the 50.

* Crack *
Ryder: "Fuck aghhhh."

Ryder fell over after being shot thru the left side of the chest. As the sniper reloaded his rifle, Ryder then crawled back into the tank but not before being shot two more times in the chest and stomach.

* Crack *

Ryder: "I'm sorry, son. It's okay. What can you do? I did my best."

Marshall "Yeah I know. I know."

Marshall: "Fuck what do we do I... I want to give up... I want to surrender so bad."

Ryder: "Please... don't they will hurt you real bad, and they will kill you real bad too."

Marshall: "I'm scared."

Ryder: "Me too."

As an SS opened the top hatch, Ryder pulled out his revolver from his chest pocket and shot the SS in the head.

* Bang *

SS commander: "Throw a grenade."

Ryder: "There is a hatch. see it?"

Marshall: "Yea I see it."

Ryder: "Go get out of here."

Marshall cried: "Im not.. leaving you."

Ryder: "Just go please."

Marshall: "No I'm not leaving you please."

As a grenade was thrown into the hatch, it landed next to Ryder who threw it back out, killing what SS troops he could.

Ryder: "Go now Its alright, please."

Marshall crawled thru the hatch as another grenade was thrown in. * Bang *

Marshall: "Fuck."

SS Commander: "Search the tank and kill the survivors."

Later the next morning Marshall woke up under the tank. As he crawled back up the hatch he covered the bodies of his friends. As he put a coat over Ryder's body he heard a voice.

Unknown: "Search the tank, find the survivors."

Marshall grabbed Ryder's revolver and sat up against the tank wall and braced for a fight.

As a soldier opened up the hatch Marshall was shocked.

Soldier: "Easy, easy now, Ones alive."

Marshall was shocked to see the Americans rescuing him. As he stood up out of the tank he was aided out and loaded into a truck.

Marshall: "..."

As he got into the Truck he looked back at the tank that he called home. He still had Ryder's revolver in his paw.

Marahall: "Its ok... Its ok...its...

Marshall broke down crying into his paws as he was driven away from the tank. Away from his home. He survived he was going home. Back to Skye.

A/N and there is the final chapter to shells and shotguns. Hope you enjoyed it please PM me your ideas and as always please review and I will see you in the next chapter!