Chapter 28

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Once we hit the ground both me and Sergeant Low-Light departed from the chopper. In that moment I saw everyone that I ever knew gather together going over their plans one final time. However, me and Sergeant had other plans.

I follow him through the thick canopy of the jungle before us. Apparently, we landed about a good six kilometers away from the main objective. We were walking in complete silence as went through the forest before us. I quickly checked my watch as it was close to 12:00 hours. From what I was told the assault was going to start around 14:00 hours.

As I continued to walk right behind Low-light, I did notice that the very ground itself was rather damp. Heck even with all this gear on I was starting to sink a bit in the muck. My Sergeant notices this as well as he started to walk around to more drier ground. Of course, drier ground also meant that we would be crawling around rocks, which in turn would bog us down a bit more.

Needless to say, we continued on. there were a lot bugs buzzing along as well as nature. Though the only animals out and about were either monkeys or birds. After walking for about an hour or so we started to make it to our destination. The only way I knew about this was that we started to make our way up a semi large hill that gradually went up.

When we made it up to the top of it, there was nothing but a clear looking field before us. The great thing was that there was plenty of tall grass and brush all around us. So being in a concealed position was not a problem. In fact, it was a rather nice breezy day with the sun out and about with some cloud cover. We both crouch down as Sergeant Low-Light motion to me to come next to him.

He whispered to me telling me that we are here. I looked through my ACR scope to see anything up a head. Sure, enough just like before I saw a stone structure about a good thousand yards away. It was bustling with all sorts of life. Mainly in that there were a lot of armed dudes in black with the red symbols of snake on their chest. I guess these are the snakes as they prefer to call them. most of these guys were armed with Ak-47's and even the type 56 models. They all wore the same helmets with silver lining visors on.

And just like that Sergeant Low-Light helped me set up my own sniper nest. I pull out my ghillie cover to cover my head and back side as best as I can. I made use of the tall grass foliage to use as cover with my ghillie cover. I also made use of loose sticks and logs to give me some cover in the front. Pulled out both my M110 with a kick stand along with my AS50. I also laid out all my ammunition magazines for both rifles. Oddly enough I did find the special Du penetrators that my Sergeant packed for me. I made sure it had good cover along with my special lead line balaclava and gloves. All in all, the set up only took about fifteen minutes to set up.

Once Sergeant Low-Light was satisfied with me in camouflaging myself he took his leave and as promise made his way towards a good hundred yards away from me. He only took about a good ten minutes to set himself up with his own sniper's nest. I couldn't really tell where he was since the grass around us covered us that well. But he did reassure me that he was near by since he had set a com link between to both of us.

Once he was done setting up he did tell me to go ahead and take a good long look at path before us. I looked through my M110 high power scope as I continue to survey the land before us. Just like before with Sergeant Scarlett the base was very close to the tree line. To me it was a very sizeable base. It had its guard towers and munitions along with various structures about. Some with the same stone structures and others looked like they were fashioned out of sheet metal.

There were plenty of foliage that surround it that would make for good hiding spots all around it. But the one part that worried me the most was the large tree line that was located behind it. I mean you can hide anything in there. I looked at my watch again to see what time is it. Its about 13:50. In ten minutes to operation would start.

I continue to look through my scope only to notice that there was some movement within the brush. I focus in more to the movement, only I started to smile a bit myself. It was none other than some of the Joes' moving up the center. They too made use of the cover to get close enough. To their right and the left of their flanks was the support troops.

I guess they were preparing their initial assault on the cobra facility at large. I think their strategy was to overwhelm the enemy with complete dominate fire power. Again, not a bad strategy. The only problem is the tree line in the back. But from what I was told, the mission commander Duke was a pretty good guy who makes plans for every contingency. So, I'm sure they got their asses covered for what's instore.

I know for one that the armor was coming in from the north in case they got to combat those Hiss tanks. I know one of the Joes with the code name Bazooka, was among them in assaulting force. Of course, his specialty is taking out tanks to begin with. Yet somehow, I don't why Sergeant Low-Light would then arm me with Du penetrators to begin with. I mean all the bases seemed pretty much covered when it came to any surprise from the enemy especially armor wise. But I quickly got those thoughts out of my head when Sergeant Low-Light called me on the com link to be ready at a moment's notice.

He basically orders me to aim for the guard towers first, but not to fire the first shot until first shot was fired from the main assault below. I take quick peek to my watch again only to noticed that it is about a minute before the operation starts. I double check my equipment really quickly. I made sure that my suppressor was on tight, along with my spare one as well. After all, if I fire continuously with it on, the heat alone will melt the barrel. I made extra sure that my mags were very close in case I need to reload really quickly. I also made sure the my AS50 was close by in case I need to use it against some tanks or light armor vehicles.

And just like that the action started all of sudden. I could hear small arms fire from every which direction to small calculated explosions. In a very instant my shooting instinct took over. I could feel my mind looking at the silhouette of my body preparing to do its job. The very first target it chose was poor sap who didn't even saw it coming on a guard tower near the front. In the scope he was cocking up a .50 caliber machine gun, when one of my bullets zipped through the air and landed dead center through his helmet. The poor sap started to crumble and lean forward, till gravity took over and made sure he dropped twenty feet down head first to the ground. The only comfort I got from that, was that at least he didn't feel pain when he fell to his eventual death.

I continue to make my shots count. Every shot my instinct fired upon met with quick and sudden death. I was literally the grim reappear or the Angel of Death. My priorities were very simple as my orders, to keep my friends and comrades alive. Every life counts in my book. I was firing at a rate of one shot every ten seconds. I already went through my first two mags of 7.62 for M110. Twenty shots twenty kills. Even with the massive fire power that the Joe's in the main assault was putting on, these cobra troops were not giving in. in fact they just kept coming and coming.

I started to switch channel on the radio to get a better feel as to what was going on in battle. Though I'm very sure it's very hectic down in the main fighting. Yet radio chatter was very cool and calm at least for the most part. They enemy was suffering all sorts or casualties. Not saying that we didn't have any on our side. For the most part no KIA's yet. I know for a fact that Lifeline is down there in the hell doing his best to clear out the wounded. So, I quickly changed my com channel back.

Just then Low-Light called me asking me for an ammo count. I quickly called back that I had at least eight mags left of my 7.62. once I said that, he then told me that he'll provide covering fire to main assault. And that I should switch out to my AS50 and check the tree line for any movement. I lock and load my AS50 quickly and did as he said.

I quickly take a look at the main base only to notice that enemy troops were locked down in a tight spot by all three flanks. They were basically bottle necked into one corridor leading to main entrance of the base. If they tried to move forwards they would be cut to ribbons. So, I continue to survey the tree line at hand.

And sure, enough I started to see movement. I focus in some more to make out something rather large coming into view. My eyes widen a bit in shock as what I just saw next. They were Hiss tanks all right, but these were a lot different than the ones that I've dealt with. For one they were a lot bigger and more heavily armored.

They still had that same top gunner spot with the 30mm dual cannons on top. Yet the big difference was that they had extra heavy machine guns mounted to the sides on the top. But the main feature that it had was dual 20mm cannons on the under side of the cockpit. From the looks of it, it was also a rotating cannon. It didn't take long for me to notice that these things had extra plate armor on its sides, and especially near the tank treads and near the cock pit area. I mean the main cockpit area still had that tinted looking glass to it, but the new armor covered what I guess they thought were more of the vulnerable areas like near the front edges of the driver and copilot side. To my dismay there were not ten or twenty of these things rolling out. No there were about thirty to forty of them.

I quickly radio in my findings to Sergeant Low-Light, so he could relay in the message to the main assault a thousand yards away. Sure, enough I switch on the main my channel coms to see what they are planning next. The only orders were to let the wolverine's come in.

I know for a fact that meant for our tanks to come n and mop up these guys since they had the fire power to do so. Yet in my scope I noticed that some Joe's separated off to try and slow these guys down. Apparently, it didnt work out too well for them. Even with some of them armed with Dragon anti-tank missiles, they were only able to take out about a couple of them. I guess the extra plate armor paid off for these guys.

But even then, that didn't stop me from taking out their gunners. Which eventually I did. The main problem was that as soon as I took out one gunner another one took its place almost instantly. I guess these tanks were fitted as personnel carriers as well. Yet to my relief as well as the main assault the wolverine tanks made their presence known. We had about ten of these guys going against the forty or so Hiss tanks. If I were those Hiss tank drivers I would be shacking in my boots. The missiles alone on the wolverines packed enough punch to take out these suckers any day of the week. Sighed in relief knowing that the situation was under control.

Just like clock work they were taking out Hiss tanks left and right. Of the forty or so they widdle it down to about ten of them. They were getting taken out so fast, that they started to retreat to the tree line for cover. Yet I could tell that the wolverine tanks weren't going to let them get away that easily.

So, they follow in purist rather quickly on the ground. That is until I noticed in my scope that all the tanks started to roll up a bit from the ground. Which was rather odd since the ground appeared to be flat for the most part. What hid this was some rather large over growth of some brush and grass. When they came down, it was almost as if they slammed from the front end down hard to the ground. They only difference was that they made a large splash of watery shit.

It finally dawned on me that these snakes came prepared to the battle at hand, especially against the armor. They purposely dug a shit filled trench on the north east side of the base. They purposely placed their armor so that our armor would go for it. None the less our armor was now stuck in the muck. Some of them started to sink further into it. Oh, shit our tank are sitting ducks ready to get picked off by the left-over hiss tanks.

To my dismay that just happen to a few of them. My only hope was that I hope that some of them got out there before it happened. I look through my scope again as I can see Specialist Cover girl coming out of her tank. I see her grab on to an anti-tank launcher as well as her M14 carbine rifle.

It didn't take long for one of those Hiss tanks to lock on to her. My instinct took over again as I made sure that everyone was fucking dead in that Hiss tank. All in all, I used up eight rounds to take out one tank. My rounds alone could take out the driver only until a couple of shots went right through. The rest were for the copilot and any one on board.

From that moment on that's when the chatter on the com started to get a bit panicky. They enemy wasn't giving up on the main assault and to make matters worse the armor was now going to advance and take out the wolverine tanks first before they make their last assault on our guys.

That's when I decided then and there to started to use the Du's I put on my lead lined gloves and balaclava on quickly. Next, I pulled out the trefoil box of Du penetrators for my AS50. When I first opened the box, I thought that I was either going to get induvial bullets or a yellow and black magazine to load into my rifle. Apparently, it was neither, instead it was two ten round solid black mags. A curious part of me wanted to check one out to how they looked, but the serious side of me told me to load and fire. Which I did at a moments notice.

I take out my regular .50 caliber rounds from my AS50 and loaded up the first of the Du penetrators in, as I cock back the latch to chamber in a round. I quickly look down my scope as I started to see where these Hiss tanks where. To no surprise nine of them where lining up to take out the stalled wolverine tanks. I also saw Specialist Cover girl finding some cover as she started to prep her anti-tank rocket.

My instinct once again took over as it started to line up the first shot. Once it was satisfied on where it wanted to hit its first victim, that's when I squeezed the trigger. Next it was nothing but loud ass crack through the air. Heck even with my shooting instincts taking over, my conscious self even noticed how loud this thing was. The recoil alone did push me back a little, which was odd since the normal rounds I usually fire don't have this much recoil. None the less I stay focus through my scope only to notice that Sergeant Low-Light was right. These rounds do completely cut through armor, like a hot knife on butter. Almost a perfect symmetrical hole through the driver side cock pit window.

The Hiss tank went at a dead stop. Before I guess the rest of the crew on that tank even noticed what had happen, that's when I remembered about the Hiss tanks main weakness. So, my instinct took over once again and made its adjustments targeting wise. In the back of my mind I was hoping that noting had change spec wise to the fuel port in the front center of the Hiss tank cockpit.

Then I popped off another round. I keeping looking through the scope to see if I hit dead center. And in a few seconds this Hiss tank was at a complete stop, as it was engulfed with hot flames as it lit on fire. "Holy shit it worked," as I mutter to myself. I continue to look at it through my scope. This tank was on fire, as the orange and red flames alone with black smoke engulfed it completely. Even to my instincts satisfaction, the gunner on top was burning to death. I could imagine the amount of agonizing pain he was going through as I see him being burned alive. Anybody else still in that tank in the back was being burnt to crisp. I even saw one dude pull out his side arm as he committed suicide while he was still engulfed in complete flames from the diesel or gasoline.

To my dismay the other Hiss tanks just keep moving forward, probably thinking that some one got in a luck shot from an anti-tank rocket. Again, my instinct smiled, as it knew that these tanks aren't going to know what has hit them.

Again, I quickly line up another shot and another loud crack in the air. As another tank is at a dead stop burning. I do this for another three of them. each one with the same result. My instinct is becoming very happy with its handy work, that I started notice that it starts to say with a sinister voice" Kill by death, kill by death, kill by death." My conscious mind takes over in an instant, as I look over to myself wondering what just happened. I really couldn't explain it, but could it be that somehow my shooting instincts was enjoying this.

I was quickly taken out of those thoughts, when I heard my com going off. I heard Sergeant Low-Light telling me that I was doing a good job in stopping those Hiss tanks. He implored me to continue on until all are stopped. And I did just that.

By the forth or fifth tank, I could tell that the enemy was complete panic. They finally noticed that they were down to their last five tanks. They had no idea that I was taking them out one at time very efficiently. It got to the point that the were firing off their weapons in all directions. Luckily for me none of their rounds made it to where I was at.

Just like before in my simulation targeting exercise, these Hiss tanks were speeding up and moving in all sorts of directions to throw me off. Yet I made quick work into making them in burning wrecks of scrap metal. Once the last five were disable, I switched out to my M110 to pick off any enemy survivors. I continue to switch com stations to see what the situation was down at the main assault. The chatter alone was a bit calmer but still stern with the battle at hand. As they were concentrating their fire power on getting these snakes to surrender.

I alerted to Sergeant Low-Light that all remaining tanks were disable, destroyed, or on fire with no movement within them. Low-Light then order me to continue to be alert in both areas of the fighting and to do my best to take out any stragglers.

I continue to do this for a good while, by checking all tanks that were taken out either by me or the wolverine tanks. Every now or then I would pop off a few rounds back at the main assault to help out Sergeant Low-Light.

The day continued on as I notice the sun was in a different position. It was more or less early late afternoon. The firing of rifles and machine gun fire was starting to whine down a bit. I guess the enemy was either at its limit or they were completely wiped out. Yet I get a message from Sergeant Low-Light that they remaining enemy combatants were surrendering. He still told me to hold my position and not to move, but to keep a look out over the combat area.

By this time, I look at my watch to see what time it was. We started close to 14:00 hours, now it was 18:00 hours. We've been fighting for four hours. Wow it never even seemed like it was four hours, yet it felt more like two or so. I guess when you're in an adrenalin rush, time moves at a different pace then you realize. I guess once the area was more secure around the Cobra base, that's when I get the call from Sergeant Low-Light.

He mainly told me to get my gear and meet him to his sniper's nest. Once I met up with him, he was rather straight forward with me. Instead of asking how I was doing, instead he asked me to follow him to different area on the hill. Not too far away from my old position, he set up a new position for me. With some cover, but it also had a more lay out view of the land all around us.

I was about to ask him a couple of questions, when instead he just gave me some new orders. My order were simple which is to watch the area around every one, and radio in any contacts within the area. He also told me that he was going down to meet up with rest of the Joe's to help secure the enemy base. I just nodded to him with a plain look to my face.

In that instance I wasn't really expecting much from my serious sergeant, when instead he turned around telling me something. "Private," Low-Light said confidently. I looked up to him responding, "yes sergeant." With a slight smile he said, "you did good today private. "" You saved a lot lives today with your quick thinking." I just nod back to him in response. "When were done here private I'll send someone up to come and get you."