Martin had been lucky for a long time, however, his luck ran out today.
During his last bombing run, he had witnessed something that could be only described as magic, as a stone gate landed from the heavens onto the Barbaric lands. Many thoughts went through his mind as he was enchanted by the eldrich structure of the stone. He came only to the one conclusion, that it must have been constructed by the ancient Aryans of old
'We must right about the migration of Aryans! Hitler Paulus and Goering be praised by Odin, this will be the discovery of the century, indisputable evidence of the Aryan superiority over the Slavic Untermensch ' these were his last thoughts as something crashed into his old Do 19, killing Martin and crashing his tactical bomber onto the structure.
Whilst the whole event had enchanted the Pilot, another observer had also witnessed the event.
a man wearing the old uniform of the old Union, on the shoulder the insignia of the West Russian Revolutionary Front and on the other the Citadel of Omsk.
Before the observer could even comprehend the situation, his spotter was already using his portable hand camera.
"Let's get moving before the communists will appear"
A few weeks later in the Tyumen-Omsk disputed territory
"Got any smoke mate?" Asked Nikita while he walked through the trenches near Fortress Kalinin. "Here, I don't have a lighter." said the fellow soldier as he passed the precious commodity, "What do you think is in that concrete block Niki?"
"I don't know mate." Answered Nikita as he searched his pocket for a match, "It must be valuable if the Secretary decided to build a stronghold in this hellhole, fuck even the air feels wrong here."
"Nah mate, He is probably after that wreck" replied the soldier as he spits on the ground, "Do you think that they will increase our rations,' With our hazardous assignment'" after a sort pause did the man continue, "Now really mate I am starving, the fuckers withhold my ration for not saluting quickly enough" as he finished his pleading, Nikita finally fished out the match
"Sorry, I traded the slice for the bullets" that Nikita showed the 3 bullets.
With the sound of defeat in his voice, the conscript whined: "It is really interesting that they have money for tanks and statues, but we are still missing the ammo, WHILE WE ARE IN THE BLACK LEAGUE TERRITORY" Yelled the irritated Soldat.
"What do you see comrade?" ask a commissar behind a sharpshooter.
"Well, it looks like the Traitors have finally decided to show up sir, nothing notable, they look like the regulars"
To that, the Commissar sigh with the hopes that the Barbarous League did not unleased their elites.
However his hopes were crushed as the unmistakable sound of the artillery could be heard, the Commissar whistled his whistle and fired his flaregun, giving the men inside the fort a signal.
"ALL SOLDIER TO THEIR STATIONS ALL SOLDIER TO THEIR STATIONS" All of the conscripts are rushing to their defensive as the first artillery shells landed into their position. The commissars tried to relly the men, but in vain as the panicking soldiers are causing more damage than the shells. As the initial artillery barrage died down the only thing that could be heard was the gunfire from the trenches.
"HOLD THE POSITION MEN" Screamed a commissar as he was lamenting his choice of not shooting the cowards, rather saving the bullets for the Black traitors.
While the commissar was trying to rally some of his men, the left side of the trench descended into a brutal melee.
Nikita aimed to cover his fellow soldiers as they tried to make their way to the commissar's rallying point.
Then he saw his target, a lone Black Guard holding some sort of shotgun, Nikita pulled the trigger just as he had seen the first Black League soldier, to his terror the Soldat did not die nor did he flinched, before Nikata could bolt his rifle, the Soldat finished off two of his comrades with his bayonet as they foolishly charged at him, then he unleashed a storm of buckshot tore their way through his remaining comrades leaving only him, shocked and on the ground with hands just on the level of his head.
The survivors of the 35th guard division, now only a brigade, followed their creeping barrage closely.
All of the 917 Black Guards stopped right before the communist's trench, making a screen of smoke before charging into the trenches, finishing off the remaining combatants. It wasn't a military operation nor it was combat, for the brutal melee could be only described as a butchery.
As the trench was cleared the Officer called his radioman, taking the phone into his hands and calling their commander:
"Sir, the trenches are ours, we are waiting for the guns sir" with a strong static noise the officer could hear the response of his commander
"Affirmative, the barrage is being dispatched"
Anyone brave enough who peeked through the firing positions in the fortification was shot down, the terror is so great that even the heavy machine gunners abandoned their positions.
Karol looked through the crack in the wall, he saw them, the Black Guards the traitors who betrayed the Revolutionary front, all of them wearing their black greatcoats with gas masks, but instead of the usual hatred for the Black dogs, Karol felt only the uncanny feeling of the primordial terror.
'Shit, why do they have to be silence' these were his last thoughts as the artillery fire from the mobile Yag 10 with the Zis 3 cannons mounted on their backs.
Then the true terror began as the silent soldiers leapt through the ruined fortifications, all of them showing incredible resilience, either shrugging off the gun wounds completely or requiring an absurd amount of rounds into them to kill them.
Nothing exemplified that more than the one-armed soldier rushing into the machinegun position with nothing else than pinned out satchel charge.
As the heroic soldiers of the Red Army tried to hold the charge of these abominations, they were pushed more and more into the centre of the fortress.
The last squads steeled themselves for their last stand in their barrack, their resolution was fleeting as the coughing started.
One after the other the brave defenders fall as the orange mist claimed them for itself.
Fortress Ivan the Formidable
"How many did we lose?" asked the old commander as he made his way into the now claimed fortress Ivan the formidable.
"So far 51 are confirmed dead, the number wounded is still unknown, Sir." said the young captain.
While they walked the captain had to ask: "What should we do with the captives, Sir?" to that the old commander just answered, without any emotions: "We will need lab rats"
Omsk
Karbyshev dilated, not only the communist invaders were repelled, but the heroic soldiers of the League also managed to secure that site, just the thoughts of what lays behind that portal is driving the old Leader mad, the curiosity of the unknown.
Karbyshev was rescued from these thoughts when the Komdiv Vovkodav called him through the radio: "Sir, the site is fully secured, the last of the strugglers are eliminated, we have about 300 of the rats at our disposal. We are awaiting the science team and medical team, Sir, "
Karbyshev took the headset to his good ear then started talking. "Good, the medical company should arrive in an hour. Fortify your position, you should expect their tanks any moment. As for the prisoners, execute them if you must, just ensure that they will not be a problem."
"Will we receive any reinforcements?", after Karbyshev looked at the map he answered: "No, you will not receive any reinforcements"
"Roger that, Sir"
Fortress Ivan the Formidable
"Roger that, Sir" 'Death will not take care of us again, maybe we will find out if it is true that the Devil is Russian' thought Vovkodav.
Nikita heard another explosion, he and the remains of his platoon drew the short side of the stick with their forced labour.
As Nikita buried another mine, he dared to look behind him.
The Yag 10 crews concealing their trucks with any foliage, 'They are planning an ambush huh' thought Nikita as he continued with his work.
"Pjotr, I can already see their fleet," Said the scout while looking through the trench telescope, "There are about 30 of them, I cannot see any guns nor rockets" To that the young captain grinned.
"Good Adim, it looks like that we will not find out how the heaven looks like" To that, the scout just plainly looked at his captain and spoke with a grin
"Bitch you will go straight into the hell" Instead of reprimanding this insolence, both of the men just laugh, "But I did nothing wrong" Pjotr laughed out
3 Km from the Fortress Kalinin
"hey back in the prison there was no chance that we would die"
"We are not cannon fodder. We get treated almost as well as the regular soldiers"
"This may come as a shock to you Andreev, but they are cannon fodder too!"
"Hey, more like the line infantry! pointed out one of the soldiers"
"Saying this shit is the reason why are you in this place, to begin with"
"You act like I do not know that I just wish that we would be still able to work off our debt to the League, rather than having to die for it"
"Are you saying that you would not lay down your life for the Motherland and the party Izmennik!?" Screamed the soldier
"You know what fuck it; the commissar is not around. Yes, that is what I am saying, you bonehead!
You always scream about the importance of the ultimate sacrifice for our Motherland, but for what? What has Party given me? I was born in a bunker, grew up hiding from bombs and bandits.
having to work for 14 hours a day for an amount of food which could not even feed a dog, and before I was fully grown, I had been shipped to a Labour camp for because I complained about the sawdust in the bread."
This almost heretical conversation continued as they march to retake their fortress.
"Shit, we will have to face the Black Guards lads" murmured one of the Guards in the GAAZ
"Quite, or the commissar will hear ya"
"You don't get it mate. We will be facing those psychopaths, who betrayed the Front, the only thing worthless to them than their lives are our lives"
"Ssh you idiot the commissar is looking way"
"I don't give a fuck about the commissar we are dead regardless"
Inside of the leading T-2
'Surely we will crush those rats under our tracks' thought Captain Mozorov as he was thinking about the assured victory for his tank fleet.
"1 kilometre from the destination Cap" Scream out the driver.
"Good, keep the pace and don't overcook the engine"
As the troops, supported with their tanks, continued with their advance. When they were at the right distance for the T-2 to open fire, the first mines were triggered, followed by the machinegun fire from flanks.
"SHIT SHIT SHIT SPREAD OUT" Screamed out one of the commissars
Chichikov's Pov
'The Traitorous kaganovists are running around aimlessly, good' thought Commissar Chichikov, "Take aim and steady those guns"
"Short one," said the spotter to Adim with a shit-eating grin: "So, another bet?"
"Fuck you, I hit him" Responded Adim while he reloaded his marksman rifle, "Three cigarettes, I will hit the fat commissar"
"Fine by me" Igor joked. "7 that he will hit his fat gut" added the Commissar.
"Disqualified," Said Igor: "It is physically impossible to miss that!"
"You just don't to lose"
Red Army Pov
Aleksei tried to force some sort of order in the broken troops.
his men already running off, either running off from the battlefield with this new chance or foolishly taking cover behind the wrecks of their vehicles, just to be mole down by the machineguns.
Aleksei tried to rally his troops, he tried to shoot the cowards, he tried to do his best, but he was taken down by the accursed marksmen of League.
"162° Degrees" Screamed Mozorov at his gunner, "HE is loaded, Sir" Screamed Loader.
Before the mighty machine of destruction could release its deadly shot, it was strike into the turret by another gun.
Just as the T-2 was destroyed, the smaller T-34s started making their way to the fortress, a few of them destroyed by the mines.
The Rifle Guards Taking cover behind their tanks, supporting their tanks by killing any would-be ambushers with the Anti-tank rifles.
Pjotr's Pov
"Aim at those fucking gun mantlets" screamed Artillery officer
While they destroyed a few of the tanks, 10 made their way into the fortress, supporting their infantry if they possess machine guns.
Releasing the Guards into the fortress, passing a threat to the Black Guards.
Some of the Red Guards made their way into the bunkers
"Cover me dammit" Screamed Pjotr, as he is trying to unjam his SKS with his boot, "Done!"
"Kurwa Pjotr throw a nade! We are pinned down!"
Pjotr threw the improvised grenade, releasing his comrades from the suppressive fire.
As the Black Guards pushed their counter-attack deeper and deeper into the unstable position of the Red Army, more of the 34s are being destroyed either by the satchels or by the Zis 3 guns, some of the tank crews and soldier have decided to retread, with no living commissars in their way.
1 crew turned into another one, a platoon turned into the company, before long the semi disorganized retread turned into a chaotic retread followed by the fire from the fort
Sorry for my long hiatus, there were three main reasons for it:
1) I had exams, but instead of studying I was always like: "Yeah after I will do this and that" so it was my laziness
2) Family drama
3) The unforgiving loving bitch named Escape from Tarkov. Shit I have to stop that addiction