Morning time in Saradia's coast. The sun was out in a partly cloudy day in the chaotic country. The clouds in the sky all portrayed a large contrast to what Saradia was. Each cloud wisped around in the sky peacefully while the winds high above in the atmosphere carried them away.
On the ground however was where the tensions were all now building up again after the previous night's bloody and explosion filled conflict. The debris, and wreckage of destroyed tanks and other vehicles remain with each piece of mangled metal a dead cold as the flames and burning of each tanks had long since gone away.
As the SOG members got out of their set of bunks in the camp the biggest member following the orders of the GDI was about ready to awake from his peaceful slumber. Shiryu was at peace sleeping with very light sounding snoring noises. His head bowed pointed at the ground while the armored plates on his body raise and lower signifying his peace.
It was interrupted however when his armor's programming made an alarm blaire off in an annoying high pitched buzz that repeated itself splitting though the silence. Shiryu grunted awake, but his grunt alone made a loud echo throughout the surround area. He sighed out, and raised his head back up. His usual boot up interface went through it white text and black background while his optics glew cyan blue signifying he was awake.
However, as he woke he sighed out missing waking up in a familiar setting somewhat. This was new for him though. He had always woken up before he met the GDI without much question of where he was and normally not missing anything, but now that he knew emotion it seemed a lot had changed for Rex. He called up mother base convincing himself this was a check in rather than some kind of personal home sick call. It was of course directed to Girain.
Far away from the sand and blood of Saradia, Girain was resting calmly in her hangar, it was now night time on MI when she picked up Rex's call on her HUD. A window of him popping up as a video call for them to contact each other almost like Skype. "Oh hey Rex how are you doing now? Has the trip been well for you? I was watching the news about what happened to a Marine base in the Mojave desert got raided." She said, not knowing that it was his work with the SOG.
In the skype call Shiryu found himself to be silent to process each question finding which one was the most important to answer first. He still used his unmoving metal face to represent himself, but he recalled the mission the Mojave being the driving point to get him here in Saradia. "I am currently feeling emotionally balanced. I am facing some internal conflicts as I do miss the Mother Base, but the Marine base was due to a circumstance involving Orion's Sword and the Marines. Has anything arrived in Mother Base as of yet? Objects that have my design specifically?" Shiryu asked feeling this maybe getting to some suspicions from his sister.
Girain however shook her head denoting a no from her. "Sorry Rex nothing new has arrived yet. I'm just hoping that you take care out there in the world, the General said that your location remains classified until further notice and all. You know, military procedure and stuff." She sighed out while looking at Rex's window. It was clear to him that she felt a need to be there both in spirit and in person with him to assist him no matter what. "Oh and one more thing Rex, I just want to tell you that when you get back I'll be at the dock to pick you up, got it?" She added sounding rather jubilant and hopeful to him.
Shiryu as such nodded to her on the CGI animated video feed. "I understand. I will arrive however when the mission has been fully completed. Thank you Girain." Rex said in a thankful manner. "If there are any other member in the base wishing to contact me then please allow me contact. However, only mission critical." Shiryu stated meaning to Girain as she figured no family, and emotional chats. Now Shiryu was in war ready to go already.
Girain nodded to him. "I understand Rex, good luck to you out there." She said, bidding her goodbye for the time being and leave Rex be.
On the road leading up to FOB Vanguard, Rex can see a convoy carrying equipment and heavy construction gears along with Combat Engineers ready for action with some Hunter MRAPs ready to roll out. On the MRAP's flat top, there were remote control turrets of XM312 and XM307 airbust machine grenade launcher ready to fire on just about anyone coming close to them. The GDI troops Rex saw gearing up for the combat deployment doesn't seem to have any high tech toys liberally strapped on their bodies but rather, they look like typical US Army units judging by their uniforms. Though their weapons say otherwise, with each one was seen carrying an M4A1 with various attachments for specific roles, Mk14 EBR rifles, M249 SAW and occasionally M240 GPMG with a tripod.
Shiryu as such knew that the tides of war were once again begging to rage, but this time he was acting as Poseidon in these raging torrent being the closest thing the men on the ground below him had seen to a God. Once the world of Godzillian based weaponry was a reality there was not much standing between war crimes and justifiable war devices. Yet Shiryu knew he was to gear up with these men. He unplugged any and all neck connections to his frame, and moved off of his pad to the debris filled sands on the desert. Now he just awaited orders by anyone, and literally anyone since still he obeyed humans rather than his thoughts alone. If they were GDI then he would obey.
Before heading out however, he would receive a video call from Hack who was apparently still with the fleet out in international water contacting Shiryu to keep him updated on events as they unfold. "Hey Yo Rex, what's up? Just got a word from our ground asset agent Tanya Adams, she's in contact with one of the rebel cells near your AO and is now currently assisting them fighting off a Saradian Airborne Regiment." Said Hack as he streams footage recorded by the agent to Rex, there she was, standing on a hilltop with rebel leaders planning their strategies while in the distance, Redeye MANPAD missiles were streaking into the air destroying helicopters that got too close. The sound of NSVT machine guns can be heard rippling through the armor plates of various gunships and deflecting off of rocks.
As the footage payed the war sounds made Shiryu feel an overwhelming sense of sudden and outright frantic lust to get back into battle and protect his allies. He forced himself however to stay calm and collective breathing out air though his metal face. "I see Hack. it appears we have gained new allies of our own, but I must act on urgent programmings to get in the battle as soon as I can. Direct me on the fastest possible route please." Shiryu asked. His words had suppressed emotions of urgency behind them and his heart rate increased. He knew he was needed.
"Well you're not taking actions in the battle directly. Sorry man, O'Grady's orders. But you'll be tilting the battle favor to the rebel's liking by capturing the water supply. See SOG Punic and Jackal are going to direct CAS for the rebels and basically offsetting the Saradian forces there, you'll be escorting Convoy Einstein to the dam and cover them while they disarm the explosives and build a new FOB. From there they can provide indirect fire support for the rebels." The IT specialist explains while his fingers were dancing like the fastest Alabama tick in existence on the trio of keyboards. An overhead real time map of the area was updated to Rex's navigation system with BLUFOR and REDFOR markings for him to understand the general disposition of friendly hostile forces.
Shiryu as such saw the convoy on his map with each vehicle marked in NATO symbols once again with the coloration for allied units. It seemed the convoy consisted of transport trucks as labeled by green rectangular boxes with crosses forming "X" shapes within them with three circles below each one, IFVs designated by green colored "X" shapes crossing over an oval with a vertical line crossing down in the left side of the rectangle. Finally, he saw that he himself was labeled as an oval within a rectangular box that was colored a white so he could distinguish from the rest. Seeing the Einstein on his map made him move to the right of the convoy. However just his approach could be dramatic despite how calm he walked through the desert sands. It seemed each step caused the earth to shake around in an earthquake caused by his metal legs. Punic and Jackal both felt his movements shaking the ground around them.
"Whoa whoa hey watch where ya going! You could knock us off course." Said the GDI Major sitting in the Command MRAP, marked by the apparent satellite radio antenna on the vehicle's chassis. "Alright people let's move out to the first village, it's not clear quite yet, last SIGINT report puts Saradian militias are lurking around the place and they love to ambush with RPGs and IEDs so eyes wide open." He instructed as the convoy began to roll its wheels out of the FOB towards the first village, the buildings were simply mud bricks with some fertile grounds for farming to support a small rural community with some tractors left to rust by the wayside. "Our intel on the ground is provided by a recon team callsign 'Outlaw 2-1', they should have an eye on the village." The Major said as he check the map and navigation systems inside his MRAP.
The convoy stopped themselves on the road just outside of the village with two MRAPs crawling up on a cresting hillside to provide overwatch and fire support to suppress hostiles. "Outlaw 2-1, this is Einstein lead, we're at NavPoint Disney, give me a SitRep over." Soon enough, a female voice came over the coms, it sounds like that of an African American woman, but it was a professional sound to say the least with a calm and decisive tone controlling her emotion.
"Einstein this is Outlaw 2-1, we's just spotted an RPG team on the roof of the 3 storey building on your left, be advised, it's the tan building over. Also, we got a bunch skinnies walking around with some AKs and RPDs over." Said the female recon specialist from afar.
Shiryu being the tallest just due to the kaiju side of him scanned the buildings for signs of activity. He used his optics to spot the enemy units she was talking about, but with his height and weight he was a double edged sword here. He could shield his team from the RPG shot, and barely get a scratch from the RPGs, his massive size was a give away. "Roger Outlaw 2-1. I see confirmed visuals of enemy units spread out through the village. Taking the least damaging approach." Shiryu after announcing this selected his pistol from his hud again from the weapons tab. His thigh compartment opened along hims to grab hold of his pistol again. He then aimed and fired at the enemies in the village, but it was clear not only was he an expert shot, but he pistol was only made from human and lighter armor since the destruction it caused was manageable as each shot only vaporised the infantry in the village in a red cloud mist where a full man used to stand. The damages within the roads left medium sized pot holes after each shot would kick up dust and flig debris. Any shots in the buildings only dented them and left a small piece of building missing. It seemed to offer good suppression however as the Saradians went to cover to avoid being blown to bits by the rapid fire of the pistol.
"Contact, 1 o'clock Machine Gunner, 100 meters." Shouted one of the GDI riflemen on the left flank as he train the Reflex sight on his CQB customized M4A1 on the Saradian with an RPD machine gun. He fired a burst at the Saradian's chest and the target went down instantly. "Machine Gunner is history!" He shouted, his teammates joined in with laying down suppressing fire on a squad of Saradian Anti Tank troops in front of him. His SAW gunner deployed the bipod on the mud wall and lay down bursts of automatic fire over the enemy's head with some going on the wall itself, chipping away one bit at a time. The Grenadier of the squad who was wielding an M4A1 with EOTech HoloSight with an M203 Grenade Launcher attached on the bottom of his weapon's barrel sprint like hell towards a nearby well. He ducked behind the well with his side leaned into it, he peaked out to his right and fired his Grenade round over the wall, it landed behind the 4 men team and detonated, leaving the Saradian dismembered and brutally splattered across the ground.
Shiryu position himself closer to the village giving the Saradians there a good idea of just how bad the situation had gotten for them despite rex not making any noise what so ever besides his footsteps. To his right he saw a couple of panicing Saradians sprint to gover inside one of the primitive looking buildings. He used a green reticle at the center of his hud and the sights of his futurist pistol to blast away the walls of the building, and of course any soldier stupid enough to stay in the building. His Grave however set on the middle of the street where very plucky Saradians with not much life to give fired an Rpg to his right optic. It streaked through the air, and slammed into Shiryu's optic making a explosion to Rex's massive size seemed like a spark, but it was enough to get the one oric to flicker, and disrupt his perfect vision. He took aim though and fired his pistol down at them before they could even run causing the Saradians to explode in a misted mixture of red blood, flesh, and dust now being erased from history.
"This is Bravo, they're pulling back! Should we pursue over?" The squad leader of Bravo team asked while his squadmates trained their sights on the fleeing Saradians who were running scared across the field after the overwhelming display of force that they simply can not take.
"Negative, eyes on the prize we need to push to the dam, now let's go! Tomahawk-6 we need you to provide some overwatch for the crossroad up ahead, could be hostiles moving out there. How copy over?" The Major then uses his stylux pen to tag the tag a waypoint at the crossroad up ahead just a few hundred meters away from the village with a red ? mark to denote unknown enemies lurking about.
"Roger. Headed over to designated location now. Advise clearing the way for me to move." Rex announced, but never in an egotistical way. It was get out of the way or get trampled under metal taloned foot. He stomped through the desert now stomping over hills to get to his selected destination occasionally stepping on a tree that were placed sparingly though the desert. He saw though some artillery that the Saradians owned. These being motor vehicles that fired onto Shiryu as soon as they got a visual of him. He scanned over other infantry brave or stupid enough to fire onto Shiryu. Either way standing and fighting was not the smartest thing to do. To make matters worse for them Shiryu could predict where each mortar would fall, and he bolted out of the way to avoid a sharp explosion. "I have targets spotted. Damage can be left to a minimum. Suggesting chest hyper ray rather than atomic breath." Rex suggested.
"Good copy. Hold on." Said the female recon operative, from her camouflage position, she fired a 7x62mm bullet from her MSR, with the bullet traversing along a curve trajectory that her spotter has already plot out, the round impacted on the mortal ammo box, the round detonated the explosives and shells, causing the mortal crew to be obliterated in a fiery orange ball of flame. "Target eliminated. We got your back over." Said the sniper as she panned around, spotting additional Saradian personnel, they were soon marked on Shiryu's HUD with red diamonds. "Contact, hostile Alpha Victors moving down the road, they don't look like Sarahs going on a joy ride over." She reported with her crosshairs following a pair of white pickup trucks, each armed with ZU-23 turrets on their beds.
Shiryu scanned the targets placed them all under a red reticle indicating use of hyper ray granting slight destruction the crossroads and desert. His chest panel then flipped open showing his now whining concentrated chest ray which quickly grew to a bright red. It fired off much less dramatically than an atomic breath, and left only a slight glowing trench in the desert. There were no explosions from it reaction to the ground, and barely any dust kicked up, but the first truck was hit directly causing it to at first melt, but then a millisecond later explode from the fuel and combined force. Like a central beam Shiryu stuck the truck vaporizing and disintegrating human troops in them to a bloody charred corpse after clothes and flesh were buried away in a near instant while the trucks flamed up in fire. Shiryu then twisted his body around to vaporise the infantry and ground forces crippling their forces swiftly and painlessly.
"Great gun Tomahawk-6! Great gun! We're moving to the slope of the dam now, keep an eye out for hostile reinforcements, they'll send in their best units in at anytime now." The Major instructed in a congratulatory tone as his convoy was seen rolling its wheels on a slippery slope that slinks around one building at a time. Along the way, the gunners blasting away their .50 cal weapons at the distant foot mobiles that were coming towards them with an AK in hand. The killing was seen in the sterile view of the thermal camera inside the vehicle, the kind of killing that makes the job all too easy and too cheap, removing the kind of shock and trauma usually associated with combat.
"Tomahawk-6, this is Outlaw 2-1, be advised we have eyes on an enemy Engineering detachment about 1 miles out from where you are they're about to hit the switch to blow the dam up. We're too far to engage over." The scout sniper team then relays their finding to Rex via a UAV recon footage showing a pair of BMP-2 IFVs with a squad of Saradian Combat Engineers and sappers working around the clock to check a collection of wires and explosive detonators.
"Damn! Engaging now!" Shiryu shouted with a voice that spoke panic and swiftness calling for a very prominent need to urgency. He knew this one was to be done quickly, and this was a clear use for atomic breath to be used, but the shoulder cannon on his right side shoulder spun to the top of his shoulder. He dashed throughout the desert now causing his feet to leave their massive clawed imprint in the loose soil and for a collection of dust behind him gather up and create a slight sand storm. His shiny polished silver armor began to collect dirt, grime, and dust to dirty his armor up. However much more was to come to his armor as missiles exploded in time fire cracker sized booms as they collided with his hard metal frame. They did little, but warranted their destruction. His otic pointed a yellow colored rectangle shaped reticle over multiple troops,but this was due to his shoulder cannon being used as a more accurate artillery cannon which fired onto the BMP-2s first cracking their armor and causing them to explode in sheets of jagged metal. He then used his cannon to fire onto Saradian foot soldiers in a highly accurate firing position. Each shot made a metalic bangging noise followed by the actual shell hitting the ground erupting in a short flame and plume of sand and dust elimatingthe soldiers trying to flee.
"Good looks like you're clear over there. Keep an eye out for threats, they might have a plan C up their ass when it comes to defending this dam." Said the female scout sniper, true enough, Rex's audio sensors picked up the sound of roaring bombers that were coming towards the AO, his radar and that of the GDI's ground forces detected signatures corresponding to that of vintage MiG-23 fighter bombers. The swept wing jets were flying towards the dam with bomb loads on their hardpoints ready to be used against civilian targets. GDI troops on the flat opening next to the dam were seen scrambling out their Stinger MANPADs to shoot down the jets before they can arrive to bomb the aging dam into oblivion.
Before any of this though multiple loud pulsing noises sounding off in rapid succession like a machine gun sounded in Shiryu's general direction, but those who looked saw his head pointing towards the sky followed by his mouth opening showing off a brilliantly bright radioactive blue color. He then let loose firing his atomic breath outwards sounding like a colossal cannon firing off followed by the sound of his atomic breath hissing in the air. The breath hit one of the jets causing it to rupture into multiple fragments that looked nothing like the jet they used to form. His breath tuck across the sky going so high as to even pierce clouds, and separate them from eh force, but he moved his breath sweeping over each jet in the world's most efficient anti aircraft device created. The pieces of jets flamed through the air, and then flew through the air colliding with the ground spread out across miles. Shiryu then stopped and closed his hot mouth now finished dealing with the jets.
"Targets destroyed, skies are clear Tomahawk-6. Convoy Einstein is now at Objective Mickey and we're getting the FOB set up now." The Major informed Rex as the convoy of GDI troops disembarked and proceed to build up some basic fighting positions and watchtowers around the future FOB.
"Alright Rex SOG team Jackal and Punic are still in the fight, the enemy Airborne Regiment has been reinforced with some category A formations. The Saradians are bringing in their T-72s and BM-21 formations. Get over there and hit them on the flank." Overlord then relayed to Rex the battlefield coordinates of the Saradian's formations charging at the rebels. The topography layout is of a mountainous area with narrow passages. With limited access for ground forces to move into.
Shiryu glanced over the topographic map seeing where the incoming Saradian assault was coming in from. Rather than a canyon with two flat edges on either side the armored division were traveling in a singular narrow valley between the tan colored mountains. The mountain valleys appeared to snake in a jagged pattern without much breathing room for many of the units their. They were almost lined up in a nearsignel file line.
Shiryu as such looked to the distance seeing where more of the mountains in the country were right ahead of him. The distance was far enough back to where he saw the mountains as a brown colored blur in the background due to the heat, and dust in the atmosphere. Shiryu followed the hub's instructions, and raced towards the armored division looking to take them on head first, and then flank to the right. As he ran he got closer to the mountains which were even much taller than he was as they touched the sky.
As he passed over the mountains he would see a spectacle of modern warfare and all its carnages, the impersonal approach of vehicles and machines against the bravery of common men and the distance of modern artilleries destroying the soul of humans with the shelling and prolonged bombardment. In the sky of the battleground, he saw an AH-64S Apache gunship marked with a pair of pyramids crossing their heads against each other with a letter A on top of its symbol. The gunship was cruising across the canyons and ravines, firing its cannon and Hydra rockets on its targets and followed up its assault with precision Hellfire missile attacks on selected tactical targets which were the logistic trucks and ammo dumps. "Tomahawk-6 this is Gunfighter 1-1, we have multiple hostile armor and mechanized units moving into the right flank of the rebels, I count 12 T-72s and two whole platoons of BMP-2s with sappers." Said the pilot as he pilots his gunship flying out of the battlefield for rearming.
"Roger. This is Tomahawk-6 engaging in a flanking maneuver now. Over." Rex said with a very slight hint of cryptic emotions as he dashed in front of the columns of vehicles stomping out of the concealment of a mountain. The vehicle seeing his form split up in a massive scatter while they attempted to fire onto Rex.
Shiryu seeing the oncoming fire made a sharp mechanical hiss while making a sliding dash to the right. His optics targeted lighter armors on the vehicles. As such his pistol fired at the vehicles and the projectiles fired from the massive pistol collide with their frames tossing them backwards like toys. Some of them flipped only once or twice with a now bent out of proportion frame while there's exploded. They continued firing while Shiryu ducked each shot letting them fly above him, and explode elsewhere. Once he stormed to his flank he unleashed his atomic breath onto the vehicles causing each of them to explode violently in flames and debris. His bright blue beam hissed to the right creating large sized explosions in the ground, and clearly a weapon reserve for destructive purposes rather than the controlled ones.
As the battle wages on, the Saradians that were hit on their flanks began to orient their forces to meet him, this put their assault on hold and the Airborne Regiment, whose arsenal of Mi-17 and Mi-8 gunships were left without ground supports to suppress the rebel's air defence positions, this prompted the rebels to fire up their machine gun positions at the gunships. The NSVTs heavy rounds tore through the gunship's hulls and the shell's fragments began to tear through the helicopter's passenger cabin. Some other camouflaged positions manned by Punic and Jackal members were seen with SA-7 Grail MANPADs firing into the air, these missiles struck home and brought down the helicopters in clusters. This setback discourage the airborne regiment from going any further, they turned around and retreated from the battlefield.
It seemed that a near total victory had been achieved by Shiryu, but the chasms in the valley of the mountains made him still weary and rather creeped out bey their massive sizes out matching even Shiryu's 100 meter size. Even with the retreating forces of the helos he felt this conflict was still very far from being done with. He looked the charred remains of Saradians and their vehicles on the ground below, and used his foot talons to drag the pieces in an odd manner like a child would with playthings. Only he appeared to be searching for stragglers. He found none so far as the vehicles that were now devastated beyond all repair simply crumbled into black colored debris when he flipped them around. Seeing no sign of life he continued pulling his talons back raking the destroyed corpses of the vehicles until a commander would have to tell him all was clear.
"The enemies have been defeated!" Cried one of the rebel soldiers as he fired his AKMS wildly into the air to celebrate the victory they have earned with the overwhelming support from the GDI. His comrades and commanders cheered on as they began to pursuit their enemies through the valleys. Rex can see that the rebels have mostly outdated weapons from America, sporting Jeep, M48 tanks occasional M60s with M16A1 and M60 machine guns for infantries. Some of the squads even have M47 Dragon ATGM launchers.
"Tomahawk-6 this is Overlord, we're seeing the Saradians preparing to dismantle their command post, we need you to move and block the exit of the AO over." Overlord instructed as he marked the objective with a yellow box on the HUD, showing Rex that the Saradians were folding up their tents and packing up their vehicles full of supplies to prepare themselves for departure from the battlesight.
"Roger. Leave no survivors…" Shiryu said in an ominous manner. He stood to the right of the valley he was in going at a slow march out of the mountainous terrain. He looked up though as he scanned his environment seemingly unable to keep his mind off of a familiar feeling marching through those rocky jagged terrains. He looked up and saw the peaks of each mountain were covered in much ice and snow from the height alone. He let the excited Saradian rebels move past him paying no mind as his mind wondered what the snow felt like to him.
His thoughts were interrupted however from his peaceful thoughts once his hud alerted him he was getting close to the AO. His optical sensors spotted the enemy military forces in retreat. Shiryu' first instinct was triggered when the lines of rebels fire off a hailstorm of bullets, and rockets towards the retreating forces. Shiryu snapped out of his thoughts and suddenly let off a mechanical hiss exiting the mountains. The sound Shiryu made was enough to give his allies some kind of shiver knowing his intentions did not bode well for his enemies. Worse still his mad dash to plane allowed full unrestricted use of his atomic breath showing his Godzillian fury. From his mouth once again the light blue shaft of light emitted hot, and struck the retreating forces without second thought for mercy as they were all vaporized and exploded.
On the ground, Saradians were running away from Rex as he was approaching their camp, the feeling of panic rises among the men as they began to drop what they were doing and run away from their own units. The rebels saw this and they know how to make use of it with their tanks steam rolling through the vanishing opponents, firing their 105mm shells at cluster of infantries and other BTRs that were standing by to fight back. The rebels scaled up on the canyon's steep and lay down suppressing fire on their enemies without much hesitation as they now saw their opportunity for vengeance on the Brothers of Saradia.
On the horizon of the battle, Rex can see mortar shells fired from the new FOB landing on the retreating column of Saradian's trucks and motorized vehicles, splashing their wrecks around the place, kicking up dust and cratering the earth like no few others could. Some of the ammo trucks caught by the mortar shells exploded violently, taking more lives with them with the secondary explosions and rupture of ammo crates.
Shiryu's shiny silver frame reflected each of the erupting explosions near perfectly making his armor reflect the orange-yellow light making his approach more creepy, and ominous as he felt unopposed by mere flames. The inferno raged on caused by the destruction of the mixed explosions, and artillery shells. Shiryu making sure the destruction was absolutely total zoomed his optic in and out on various points of destruction including the blackened hollow craters, and the piece of former vehicles. "Tomahawk-6 viewing no survivor. Destruction is completed. No visible sign of retreat possible…" Shiryu said coldly.
"Copy that and good work Tomahawk-6. The rebels are rounding up survivors now as we speak, SOG teams Punic and Jackal will lead them back to our two FOBs and bolster our forces there. From now on, Coalition operations with them is top priority if we are to topple the Brothers of Saradia." True enough to Overlord's instruction, Rex can then see Punic and Jackal team driving their Prowler vehicles moving ahead of the rebels as scout and pathfinders for them, leading the command elements of the rebels and by extension, the rebel cell with them towards the dam area.
"Hey Rex meet us back at the dam, FOB Bushmaster is up and ready for operation now we'll discuss with the rebel leaders there." Pharaoh said over the coms as he sat in the gunner seat of his Prowler vehicle.
Shiryu glanced to the prowlers, and zoomed in on them with an never missing gaze. To make sure they stood study and never off balance his stomps through the desert became slower and lighter. He was still heavy enough however to leave stab marks into the ground from his knife like stabbing talons as well as the trail he left behind him taking the shape of his tail.
Polchek however looked on his own app, and laughed. "Boy. Ain't we glad we got him on our side. Look at that walk he does. It like i'm watching an actual walker robot from those movies." Polchek remarked.
Crash was at the gun of his own prowler, and nodded. "Yeah. He doesn't look like much of a talker. I guess we should be glad he knows where to step thank God. Today I felt overpowered for some damn reason. We could have done that quicker though. Just glad those rebels thought while they had the limited time they had to get to a better side." Crash shuddered knowing how fast Shiryu worked in dispatching foes.
The SOG teams travel hard and fast across the rocky arid terrain that was the desert of Saradia, trailing behind them is a line of vehicles ranging from tracks to motorized ones spreading out to kick up as little dust as possible they would soon arrive at the FOB overlooking the valley below. The SOG team members entered the FOB only after the commanding figures of the rebels have entered the place safely while their forces were seen setting up defensive positions on the valley below stretching across miles long with troops ducking inside houses with their NSVT HMGs and Konkur-E missiles on rooftops of rectangular, mud brick buildings.
The SOG teams disembarked and carefully entered their new FOB. they were of course welcomed in kindly by the rebels as the natives seemed to nonchalantly walk up to the members of both Jackal and Punic gesturing the two squads to the center of the compound. It seemed this was the welcoming party they had hoped for compared to the so far violent country they were dealing with so far. However, even some of the rebels looked up at Shiryu suspiciously. Rex stood over the FOB like tower skyscraper that was placed in a flat plain. It was hard to look at his sharply different design. His thin and yet sturdy angular form was a magnificent sight to look at and it wasn't often the rebels would witness it in person. Even so though there was a sense of discouragement and distrust to the single unit as he was a mystery to them.
Point Man gestured the rebel leaders to come with him towards a camouflaged area of the FOB, an enclosed building with a camouflage net over the head of the structure to shield it from enemy air recon flights. Inside, they found a dining floor with rugs rolled out in traditional Arab manner with a wooden table and tea served for the rebel leaders. "Assalamalaykum." Said Point Man as he shook the hand of General Walid Abdel Khareshin. "I hope that our unofficial assistance arrive in time." He said to the general.
"jit fi alwaqt almunasib liainiqadhina min hazimat mueayana." Said the general with a warm smile on his face as he shook the Green Beret's gloved hand. He then looked to his right hand side introducing his aide. "This is my aid, Major General Khaled Al Assad, he used to be Army intelligent before the Purge." The officer and gentleman said, introducing his slightly shorter and younger aide who sports a black beret with a golden star and eye embedded on its side. The Major General shook Point Man's hand while smiling at him, he was wearing a pair of khaki pants, olive drab uniform with some vintage army badges and ribbons on his left side.
The aide then sat with Point Man at a table in the room. He poured Point Man a cup of tea, but even he admired the green beret's beard as traditional. It was a sign of pride to him, but that would have to wait. Now was important business to attend to. "Please. Take some tea. This is the best way to get ready for the next conflict ahead. After all the work next your… Machine is without a doubt exhilarating until it's exhausting. Right?" he asked with curiosity.
Point Man nodded to him as he enjoys a sip of his tea, not forgetting his formality with his guests. "That's right, you can say he was a little mopey dopey before we pull him out of storage for ground combat." He replied with a chuckled as General Walid clapped his hands to Point Man.
"Excellent. You are all like angels on our shoulders, one moment we were about to be crushed, the next you drove the Brothers of Saradia off like whipped dog." Though his humor and crude profanity was without a doubt a mark of his constant frustration and exposure to combat, he was still a reasonably calm and controlled man. "I take it that with your presence here, there will be...others coming to our aid am I correct?" He sipped his tea while looking at the faces in the room, both Jackal and Punic.
Polchek saw that he was being reference to. Almost like Fonzie himself Polchek boasted his more trained and high tech stature to the poorly equipped rebels. He snapped his fingers to the commanders forming finger guns with his hands while making a sly grin. "You talkin' about us? Sure. I think these muscles can help yah out!" Monk boasted further while pointing his two thumbs at his face.
This of course was to the sigh of Nathan "Crash" Williams who shook his head to Monk's behavior. He looked to the side though and gave him a nod. "Sorry about him. I think he was dropped on his head too much. That or someone drop kicked him to hell. We got time to spare if it means to get your men into shape. If you have spare resources and some work effort we will get you into fighting shape." Crash said as a firm promise.
The aide made a very delighted chuckled and nodded quickly. "Yes of course. Please take what you need. These boys want to go home to their wives and children. Take what you can. We will provide to you to give back to us." He said rather jubilantly. The aide looked back to Point Man and gulped. "I assume your machine will be with us the whole way yes?" He asked just out of curiosity.
Point Man clears his throat at this question however as he pointed his index finger on the table and tapped it in rhythm. "I can't promise that we can keep Rex in the fray here in Saradia all the way. But one thing we CAN promise you is this: when we liberate an airfield in this country, you guys will be able to drive all the way to the capital unopposed." He crossed his arms making a serious expression to show that he is well aware of what he said to the group. General Walid himself nodded in concurrent.
"You go to war with the army you have, not the one you wish for. I think with proper training and cooperation, we'll be able to push into the plains to take an airfield of the country. From there, we will be able to pulverize the Brothers of Saradia." Said the general in a confident assessment of the situation around him.
Crash nodded respecting the determination he was seeing. "Good we will start right now. Get your men and weapons loaded to the nearest range so i can get them up into shape." Crash stated.
However, Taipan cleared his throat out as he watched some of the rebels move about the FOB. Some of which already tired somewhat. "Mate. you think you may wanna wait until morning? We have time, and without big guy watching over us not much will get past him. I think his breath might actually be a good anti air device." Taipan stated. Although, clearly he was viewing some of the Godzillian biological features like a modern or future weapon. The issue though was the future was here for them. Shiryu was capable of this at an alarmingly good accuracy.
Crash crossed his arms, and recalled some fact nicolas had said to him. His UNKCC brother had said Jr was already capable of knocking Japanese F-15 fighters from the sky. It was chilling to think modern jets could be brought down like that, but his close stood just outside of the FOB walls. Time did appear to be on their side. "Well… That depends. Nickie is no expert on Rex. I'm not sure how long he can stand out there or if he gets impatient. Remember we just started working with him so this is all new. Personally I'm not sure how he sleeps, or how often he needs to sleep, but I don't want to wait to find out." Crash stated firmly.
As the conversation goes on inside the mud brick structure, the GDI troops outside were seen ferrying supplies in large HEMTT trucks into the base constantly from the fortress to the FOB next to the dam, there were now mortar pits and firing ranges being erected for combat training. In the air, a solid corridor has been established with the sight of MH-53 helicopters airlifting in supplies constantly for the FOB to distribute is a God send to everyone. GDI officers were seen with SOG team members from Jackal team inspecting vintage US and Warsaw Pact weapons the rebel possessed. Some of the firearms were rusted and had to be discarded, in their place were newer weapons model from neighboring Arab states and ammo supplies were given to the rebels as they train. However, logistic of ammo types soon grow into a massive problem.
As time went, and supplies came in went Shiryu placed himself into a sitting position by the base to conserve energy. He wasn't yet sure when he would be placed into a new fight, but as of now he needed to conserve his power consumption levels as best to his ability to the lowest possible levels. Or at least he thought this was necessary. He was well charged, and fully nourished, but he was built now for efficiency and accuracy. If anything were to go wrong it wouldn't take long for him to get back to his feet.
However, in the walls now of the FOB Taipan had won the argument with Crash to let the rebels have some rest. Crash though was a sore loser at best negotiating a deal that allowed the rebels to have five hours, but to report to the firing range as soon as the time was up. Taipan on his end of the deal was to be the one demonstrating only showing further Crash was not easy to be under his gripping command.
Crash stood by his personal preferences as a leader having been the eldest of seven different siblings. He knew what he was doing, or at least he thought so. This in his head was to get the unprepared to a level of preparation they would be able to reach within the shortest amount of time, and yet a strict enough level to ensure this get into their heads. "Alright listen up. You boys all want to see tomorrow, but you lack a crucial part of what makes a soldier exceed being a soldier, and become a full fledged warrior. To this I mean being able to strike with talent, and then show just how powerful you are on a battlefield. To send a chilling wave of regret into your enemies and then show you mean business." Crash announced gesturing to a grinning Taipan. "And as such you all are very lacking in common knowledge. Your enemies can easily crush you with their numbers alone, but under my training numbers and size will be a damn sure thing that won't matter." Crash said in a commanding booming voice. He spoke in a fury filled, and stern tone that offered little in comfort, but to him comfort would only soften the rebels more. Something he could not allow if they were to win here and now.
Standing with him was Point Man who was now dressed in a much more casual attire with a white polo shirt and a pair of cargo pants, on him were harnesses carrying pouches and a back flipped baseball cap with a pair of shades on his face. He cock and lock an AKM assault rifle to demonstrate to the rebels how to properly handle an AKM. "Alright listen up. This here is your standard issued AKM, most of you received this version without any gimmicky attachments like our plastic toy guns." He quipped as he attached the magazine into its receiver and cock the bolt. "This weapon is an air cooled, gas operated assault rifle with a 30 round box magazine and can reach out to a range of 700-900 meters. However this rugged rifle has a strong recoil that demands you to compensate beforehand. Observe." He then turned around to the firing range, he crouched down, resting the left elbow on his left knee. He fired his AKM at the target's center mass only to have the bullet flying up and hit the neck. "As you can see, the bullet trajectory veered off your intended target and hit something else, therefore, you need to aim your ironsight below the intended target and pull the trigger to hit the intended target and compensate the trajectory." He instructed them.
The rebels on the field made a murmur to themselves speaking in their native Arabic language. Crash knew they were processing the information given to them. It was not a hesitation to fire from fear of battle p coming, but more for fear of missing their marks. It was an honor and pride that they held at high standards. However, the standards of the SOG there were clearly higher. As such seeing the hesitant men there made Crash grumble quietly to himself, but he made a stern point of his finger towards the firing range where the targets currently were stacked up. The first 5 rebels went in and repeated what Point Man had just demonstrated to them.
The young men just getting out of their teen years sighed out and aimed below the targets' center masses by where the legs and feet were. With a very slight pull of the trigger the AKM rifles popped out in loud cracking noises. Brass colored pointed bullets throttled out of the muzzles of each gun, and just as Point Man had said the strong recoil of the guns would force the weapon upwards. To the rebels advantages however they found the guns to hit the center mass of each target with each shot making very clear bullets holes, and dents. There of course was the minor pain each warrior felt as the recoiled forced the stock of the rifles into their shoulders making a sore feeling, but to each man just firing the weapons sent some adrenaline pumping through them to ignore the pain.
"Last but not least, as a frontline infantryman, you always have to make sure that you fire in short, controlled bursts only. As long range firefights will require you to judge the distance between you and your target, your bullets will always be affected by wind, gravity, temperature, even the surface it hit." Point Man instructed as he shows to the rebels how he handles his AKM. The Green Beret went prone with his rifle protruding outward in the direction of the range, he aimed at a target about 500 meters away from them and fired 3 rounds at the targets, he was clearly aiming his rifle's muzzle and barrel upward before firing to make sure the bullets trajectory lands on target. The three bullets struck the center mass consistently. Then, Point Man stood up and opens a box of RGN frag grenades to demonstrate to the rebels the proper use of grenades. He pulled out a small round, ball like grenade with a pinned cap on the top. "This is a Russian made RGN Offensive Fragmentation Grenade. Standard Issued to all of you. With this, you can take out multiple targets that's 30-40 meters away, with a blast radius of about 25 meters, you'll vaporize anyone who happens to be caught in its radius. Watch." He would then arched his body back upward, with his right hand holding the grenade and its fuse. His left hand pulled the pin away he immediately tossed the grenade into the air, the weapon landed on the ground in the group of multiple target sheets and exploded in a second. The explosion shook the targets and rippled them with holes of its fragmentation.
Not only did the grenade shake it targets, but the ground shook as well sending out an earth shaking shockwave towards the FOB, and outwards towards the field. By this point the SOG were used to the feeling of explosions as their nerves were hardened form many battles faced. Namely the explosion in North Korea and the already Earth shattering force of when Shiryu uses his atomic breath.
The rebels though were more or less novices to war, and had been for a long time now without much of what made a grounded opposing force. Hearing the grenades sharp explosions echo through the air made some of the rebels quiver a bit. Shiryu though hearing the explosion mumbled and looked ot the FOB's direction. His nerves were clearly on edge still, but he went back to his stagnant resting position.
The rebels though knew they needed to fight for a better country, and that no fear was too great to hold them back. One of the rebels in a tan outfit with near exact matching clothes picked up one of the volatile objects, and remembered just how Point Man had demonstrated prior. He pulled the pin, arched his back, and threw the grenade away with a force many pitchers were to admire. Of course the grenade landed in the field and ruptured violently in the field. At first a yellow flash of light appeared for a split second followed by dust shooting upwards and outwards at many different angles in a radial direction. The dust slowly dissipated from the field, and cleared away allowing a small crater to be shown in the ground. As crash watched his face remained unchanged, and so far unimpressed. He was not easily swayed. The closest he came to a smile was when the other rebels present grabbed their own grenades and repeated what the so far seeming ringleader had demonstrated.
As the explosions in the distance continued Shiryu's focus, and concentration to the relaxing desert winds were broken more and more. Each explosion in the distance sent a shockwave that vibrated his brain around furiously making him growl in anger. He raised his head over to the place the explosions were coming from, and ever vigilant he stood up making a low threating Godzillian growl on edge still. His optics directed towards the explosions where he watched each one go off in a sudden bloom of dust and dirt. He viewed cautiously to see if this was the sign of ambush.
"Some of you may notice that you are given an AK with a cup like object underneath your barrel. That there is the GP-25 40mm Grenade Launcher. The attachment allows you to flush out dug in enemies at range of up to 150-300 meters away. Supposed that you see an enemy bunker with a machine gun inside, you want to take it out but hand grenades like the aforementioned RGN can't reach far enough. Then the GP-25 will do the job for you." Point Man then pointed one of the new blood to a mock up bunker which was a collection of sandbags stacked up with a small firing window for a machine gun crew. "Alright crouch down first since the Grenade Launcher kicks like a mule, then extends your aiming sight to aid in judging the distance of your grenade. Once the distance has been judged, fire." Following the instruction of Point Man closely, the rebel trainee then fired his 40mm round flying at the small window of the bunker, the round exploded upon impact with the sandbag, knocking the target sheets down with some of the sandbags blown off.
While the basic infantry range was training the core combatants, further down the valley other firing ranges were being used to train other elements of an infantry force, the basis of an army. The firing range was used for the training of automatic riflemen and machine gunners. On the ground, there was a blanket for the men to see the weapons that they will use in the future. Among them were RPK-74, PKM machine gun, NSVT HMG along with more recent PKP Pecheneg machine gun. At the range there was a GDI staff sergeant dressed in standard US Army ACU camouflage with a platinum Eagle symbol on his cap and next to him was a Corporal dressed in full BDU with harness, Dragon Skin body armor. "Welcome to the automatic and machine gun range. I'm Staff Sergeant McDowner, this is is Corporal Gunter and we'll be your instructors for this range to get you guys familiar with your weapons." Said the Staff Sergeant as Major of the Rebel Army translated to the fighters who were present there. "Let's start with the basic infantryman weapon, the RPK-74. This here is an Automatic Rifle for an infantry fire team. This weapon as you can see is a derivative of the AK-74 with a longer barrel, a bipod to support your aiming and stability when rested on any surfaces. It also comes with a 45 rounds box magazine or 75 rounds drum magazine for a full auto suppressive fire." The staff Sergeant flipped the weapons around showing the appearance of the gun to his students and the two magazine types.
The corporal himself noted each detail himself seemingly fond of the students eagerness to defend their freedom. Or at least defend from the totalitarian regime currently occupying Saradia. It was off putting still though they were being degraded to lesser quality weapons compared to what the GDI had. Although, some form of weapons was better than none. He payed close attention however to just how much the students were paying attention. He smiled seeing none of them talking out of order, but with their full attentions directed. "Well I should mention that with these being much heavier weapons you are going to need more strength and backbone to haul these around. As such do not let yourself get caught out in the open, or put yourself in a situation you will not be easily able to get out of. Moreover since these are machine guns it's best to find a place to provide suppressing fire. Dig in and find your mark. Care to demonstrate?" Gunter asked giving his own words out to the men watching. His eye though looked over to Shiryu watching the show from above seeingly curiosu himself. Gunter didn't know what to make of this himself. He was new to the working next to a live Godzillasaurus in a robot suit ordeal, but he was anxious to see how the rebels, SOG, and finally Shiryu would perform together.
Then, Staff Sergeant McDowner handed the weapon to Gunter with a clear instruction in mind for him. "Corporal Gunter, take the weapon down range and demonstrate to the boys here how it's done. First, hit the floor then deploy your bipods and aim your ironsight just below the target before firing to compensate for its recoil." Said the Staff Sergeant as he flipped up a row of 5 targets that represent a Saradian Squad of any type with silhouettes matching that of the enemies the rebels will fight in the coming battle.
Gunter of course nodded. He wasn't one to complain much about the dust on his suit as he lowered to a prone position. He did just as instructed. Aiming down his sight he saw the 5 target flip up. His right shoulder muscle tensed up in anticipation for the recoil that would slam the stock of the weapon into it. As soon as the trigger was pulled the weapon shot out hot brass bullets to the target. As the recoil was much stronger he felt the gun kick up to which he had to use some force to control, but he elt his shoulder sting from the rapid punching recoil. His shots however were on mark focusing on the vital center mass of each target and denting more bullet holes into them. He was humming a song titled "live and let die" as he shot trying to retain focus. Once done with his demonstration however he looked back crouching to the many eyes of the trainees. "Any questions folks?" he asked sarcastically.
"As you can see, Corporal Gunter has dispatched his targets quite easily, however, sometimes a more durable weapon with better rate of fire is needed. So come the PKM or PKP Pecheneg LMGs. They can either be fired with a bipod similar to a RPK-74 or mounted on a standing tripod such as this." He unfolds a tripod mount of the PKP and PKM with the LMG can be mounted easily on the tripod to help increase stability and firing arc. "Unlike the RPK-74 however, the PKM when fired using a belt fed magazine require two men to operate properly to avoid jamming the ammunition." The staff sergeant then stood back for two volunteers to get their hands on experience of the weapon. "Just remember, when mounted on tripod, it's a GPMG, so you'll need to use the belt magazine to fire, when used with a bipod, you can use a box magazine to increase mobility but limit your ammo count." The man added.
Gunter rotated his right shoulder letting the sore shoulder rest, but he did make an amused chuckle to the confused faces of the rebels here. "Yes the acronyms and letters are confusing, but a hands on demonstration of how this stuff works will really work to hammer in the point. Step up. Don't be shy. They won't bite. Much. Just be on the right end of the weapon and you'll be fine." Gunter remarked laughing to his own joke.
Two of the rebels Wearing the standard issue armor, and clothing that fit as baggy loose fitting clothing would walked over to the machine gun. One of them got to the operating end of the weapon while the other got to the bullet belt. The men holding the weapon directed its massive barrel to the target in the field ahead, and began to open up a booming fire of rapid shots. The bullet belt moved in the loader's hands moving like a fast snake to the firing mechanism. Cartridges that were hot to the touch were ejected from the right side of the gun landing on the ground. The fire power alone the hand of the operator gave him a sense of security and excitement as adrenaline began pumping through him. Shiryu looked over from where he was and scanned over the men fighting them blue, and giving them a positive identification for allied infantry. The gun fire however was still putting him on a false sense of alertness that was unnecessary for now. He tried not to make a primal growl in reaction to partly modern weaponry, but relaxing within enemy territory was still new to him. Listening to the rebel shoot a machine gun was to him similar to listen war drums.
"As you can see, anyone on the receiving end of your weapon will duck for cover. They'll be pinned down for your teammates to take out. You notice that the occasional green tracer is meant light up the battlefield but constant firing of it will betray your position to the enemies." The staff sergeant carefully instructed before moving on to the strongest of the weapons at hands, the NSVT HMG, which ammunition is so powerful, it rip through the thin hides of soft skin vehicles and treads of tanks. "Here we have the NSVT HMG. This weapon can fire out at ranges of up to 1500 meters with its telescoping sight to assist in aiming. Its powerful firepower can even rip through helicopters and powerful gunships like the Hind." said the staff sergeant as he shows the rebels a round of the NSVT. "Since this weapon has the tendency to overheat its barrel in prolonged firing, it is a must that you keep the firing rate down to avoid overheating." The staff sergeant then flipped the upper receiver of the weapon open and put a belt magazine on the weapon's chamber. He then cock and lock the bolt and fire it at the targets at the furthest row on the range, the rounds not only penetrates but obliterates the targets into pieces, some of the burned wrecks of vehicles and pickup trucks were pierced leaving bent metal plates and holes on its surface.
Next to the firing range of machine guns and automatic weapon was the heavy weapon range where objective crew served weapons with high explosive properties. At the range, there were some mortars like PM-81 mortars straight out of World War II, M120 120mm mortars of the US Army. To the right of the weapons row were 9M133 Kornet-E ATGM launcher, RPG-26 Aglen Anti Tank weapon along with its napalm counterpart RPG-29 Vampyr. The range here has multiple vehicle wrecks lined up for weapons practice. The staff sergeant here along with his corporal were much more hands on in their training than the other two. On the range, the rebels were given specific weapons to train with and get themselves accustomed to the weapon types that they will use in the future.
Gunter looked at the explosive weaponry and made an odd chuckled seeing them as if they were long time friends of his. "Yeah and here is where the fun part begins. That is if you like things that go boom. This I need to remind you is the more dangerous part of the course since of course explosives do just that. They go boom. Violently." Gunter then picked up an unloaded RPG-26 and gestured his view over to the derelict tanks. "You see those. Those we had on the firing range all the way back on MI. Big guy over there really messed them up, but we are giving you guys the honors to finish them off. Right staff sergeant?" Gunter asked.
"Affirmative Corporal, here you'll see just exactly what happens when you engage the enemy with high explosive weaponries. Corporal Gunter here will show you how an RPG-26 can damage its targets in a single hit. Supposed that you see an enemy tank, you want to hit it with your RPG but you don't know where to. Here's a tip, strike it at its side and rear or better, its top hull. Always aim for the spot between the turret and the hull since you will hit the ammunitions of the vehicle. Do that and you'll light it up like a firecracker." Said the staff sergeant with a chart displaying the weakspots on a tank with the "Neck" of the vehicle being highlighted, a slim area of the vehicle's design.
As the staff sergeant gave his diagram Gunter planted the RPG's bottom portion on the ground while he loaded in a round. "Note. these are not missiles, and technically they are not rocket. They are Rocket propelled grenades. As such they need a very small time frame to prime and then the rocket will shoot the grenade forwards. This is a very huge misconception you're going to learn about right now." Gunter said as he lifted the now loaded RPG up. He placed the mid section of the weapon over his right shoulder. He aimed through the very small sight on the RPG, and aimed right for the middle of the tank between the line of the turret and hull. "Also I think we filled these things with explosive to help demonstrate this point." Gunter said just as his finger clicked onto the trigger.
After he squeezed the trigger the projectile popped off and flung foards. After a split second the rocket propelled the grenade through the air creating a loud hiss while it fired forwards towards the tank. After about less than three seconds the grenade exploded on the tank's damaged armor, but this time it cracked the tank open like pinata. Whatever was inside of the tank felt the heat of the blast and exploded as well in a heated fiery ball of flame. Shiryu heavily alerted made a mechanical hiss towards the much louder bang.
"You see that? The RPG round doesn't fly in a straight pattern as Corporal Gunter has demonstrated. Therefore, use the RPG at close range of up to 100-300 meters only. Further than that you'll have a hard time hitting the enemy targets." Said McDowner, he has experienced as instructor before, but most of the time he was in a firing range in the safety of a boot camp, this was his first time in the field but he remains focus on the job. The curiosity and dedication of the rebel fighters were more than enough to impress him. The staff sergeant then loaded the PM-81 mortar, to him, this was the hardest one to understand. "This weapon here will require some imagination. This is what we call indirect fire weapons, a mortar and heavier, artillery, are platforms that fire their projectiles in strictly speaking curve trajectory more so than firearms. A mortar requires a loader, a spotter and a adjust fire specialist. All of these members of a mortar crew needs to be able to measure the wind speeds, direction and of course, gravity." Said McDowner as he demonstrates to the students how easy it was to load and fire a mortar right away. However, the problem soon emerges as it was noticeably difficult to hit targets with their shells landing rather unpredictably on the ground.
"You see that, the shells landed at all sorts of locations but the targets you want to hit. For this weapon, you want to rely on its fragmentation and high explosive shells to cover a wide area. A mortar crew's best eyes and ears are their fellow frontline direct combat elements, i.e your squad mates who are calling in fire support." Said the instructor as he correct the tube to a 45 degrees angle aiming at a group of targets hiding behind some pickup trucks. "You see over there? Those tangoes are unaware of your presence and you want to take them out real quick. So you correct the angle of fire, rotate the barrel to make sure the distance is accounted for properly then fire." He then proceeds to load another shell into the Mortar tube and let the shell flies into the air. The round landed at the back of the pickup truck on the right, this led to a chain reaction with explosions ripping apart the trucks and the enemy targets around it.
The training went on and on, but it was necessary to get the rebel's formations into shape for combat and become a credible enough threat on their own. Though their weapons maybe lacking and their equipment was appallingly behind others, they make do with proper training of men and officers hand in hand, a new dawn was coming for them. One that will bring Saradia out of the ashes of old, in a fiery forge of war.