"A prisoner was interrogated, we discover plans of an attack, although we do not know when or where.", Kruger reported.
BOOOOOM
BOOOOM
BOOOOOM
The artillery barrage was quick ad rapid, Bolshevik supporters rushed with great speed, combined with armored cars and even calvary.
"SCHIESSE! MOVE MOVE MOVE!", The defenders hurried to the bunkers, before they are overrun.
The artillery cut the barbed wire, with the Bolsheviks rushing the defenses, turning wire posts into cover.
Three maxim MG 08s opened fire, cutting down several ranks. The rest took cover behind the armored cars and advanced.
Brandishing her Luger, she rushed to the bunkers.
The cavalry was first to hit, the riders brandished rifles, revolvers, and swords.
The first responders were standard infantry, landsers.
The fighting was tight and close, growing closer as horses were felled, forcing their riders to fight on foot.
Maho shot with her gun, but was thrown back after a bayonet stab from a rider, fortunately, her winter coat absorbed the stab.
CRUNCH. Kruger pulled a rider down and bashed his skull in.
Maho regained herself and rushed to the bunker.
She found members of Shark team blasting away.
RATATATAT. RATATATAT.
Flint fed the weapon ammo as cutlass aimed and fired in silence.
"Shit, they've breached part of the line."Ogin ran in with Murakami, Maho and the two rushed off.
But the armoured cars rolled on, Maxim guns returning fire.
The German tanks were low on fuel, making their defense difficult.
They ducked as the cars rolled above, forcing them to duck down.
A figure belly slid to them, Murakami, who produced a makeshift charge, grenades bundled together.
"FIRE IN THE HOLE!", she cried as she jammed in the wheel spokes as it passed over.
The car toppled over and spilled out the crew.
A violent struggle began.
Gouging eyes, stabbing and whacking with whatever they had. Soon, more attackers leaped in.
Due to the crowded trench, Maho, Ogin and Murakami were forced to trample the dead, wounded and dying, landed on the trench floor, with a horrible squish from stepping on cut flesh.
Sturmtruppen reserves rushed to meet them, pushing them back as they were better armed.
Eventually, the attackers were cleared, time for the counter assault.
The German troops and White army soldiers went over the top, covered by two tanks.
The now attackers rapidly rushed the trenches, flanking and exploiting infiltration tactics to their max.
Some sturmtruppen were armed only with grenades, tossing them to every corner, dismembering defenders.
No mercy was spared, Bolshevik troops were pinned against the wall and beaten dead with melee weapons, no prisoners were taken.
The battle was over, but they needed to make for Moscow.
Algiers, French Republic.
"Hey James, where have you gone?... Oh." Dupont called out.
"Goddamnit, James," he said as he dragged him off the crate of pinard.
Louie and Rosehip were driving to the dock yard in a motorcycle, they agreed on living in Canada together.
"Dupont? You're heading to Canada too?", asked Louie.
"Of course, I got a little business with the Canadian government, and James is already on board the ship and my plans." He responded.
"Mind if we hitch a ride?", Louie asked.
"Of course you two lovebirds," he replied as Louie helped Rosehip on board, the motorcycle was put in storage.
"Oh, why did it have to be this way, hick, fokin hell, hick, just let it end." James drunkenly rambled.
"We coulda been friends, and we, hick, had to fight each other."
James quietly lied down on the deserted mess hall booth.
"Aw Jeez, we almost finished getting him off that stuff and now he's back on it." Louie sighed.
Rosehip and Louie made their way to their cabin, relatively comfortable and roomy.
There was only one bed though…
"So, Canada, right, desu wa?."Rosehip had never left Asia until the tournament in Belgium.
"It snows a lot right?".
"Well, we're heading to the west coast, it's sunny and warm there, although I'm from Quebec, I have been with James in the West Coast, after all, he lived there." Louie responded.
Darjeeling and Pekoe were already there.
They went topside and traveled the deck and decided to speak with Dupont.
They arranged and met at the mess hall, with James showing up surprisingly sober.
"So, what are you working on?", Louie spoke.
"With the rise of Syndicalism in both Britain and France, I've been tasked with experimenting with toxic gas." He responded.
"Of course, I'm no purposely gassing people, but toxic gases have chemical agents that can change DNA and cause mutations."
He explained , "and you, James here, Oshida back in Algiers, have all been exposed to gas, making you all perfect subjects."
"And for you Rosehip," he continued,.
"We are currently in the process of developing our own time machine, but our spies discovered that the German model can only send people to the past, although including people from the future."
"You could help me, James already joined me, but I'm not forcing you."
Louie turned to Rosehip, "Should we go?", he asked her.
"Why not desu wa?", she replied.
"Oh, by the way, we need to be wary of Syndicalist spies and their supporters." James spoke up, "There might be even terror attacks."
Rosehip and Louie retired to their room. And promptly decided to have some private time with each other.
"Please be gentle, this is my first time." Rosehip spoke.
"Eh, don't worry, I had experience." He replied, sliding on a rubber.
They leaned in and kissed.
