Location: Vladivostok Fortifications
Ivan was smoking a cigarette in his watch tower, it was cold, winter had set in. The city had seen better days, aerial, artillery, and naval bombardment from the Americans have left vast swaths of housing nought but rubble. Still though, the city held firm, the far eastern army divisions hadn't given an inch. Even against weapons technology decades ahead of theirs, they held.
The war however was looking… less than well. The Americans had all but pushed them out of the Korean peninsula, and was making headway into Manchuria. The reports showed stories of brutal resistance by the Chinese, soldiers literally throwing themselves at the mutant bastards the Americans call regulars. Unnatural monsters are what they are.
The Americans left piles and piles of bodies in their ever more bloody advance. The Chinese high command seemed to understand their advantages and disadvantages well. They were fighting against a technologically superior foe on their home territory, with a massive population to pull from, they could afford losses like that, and make occupying territory a nightmare.
Still though, the Americans marched forward, slashing and burning like the rabid dogs they are. They hadn't made it into Russia yet thankfully. Few of those blasted mutants were encountered, mostly fighting off conscripts. The defensive perimeter was extensive, Vladivostok was to be the bulwark against the Americans bloody advance. So far it has held, their heavy gun emplacements being so far enough to hold off both armored and infantry advances.
Ivan feared however that it may change, as the Americans appeared to be focusing more on China than on Russia's far east. Sure, there were some small scale skirmishes, along the border, but nothing major. Perhaps the Americans were simply probing fortress Vladivostok for weakness, if so, Ivan did not believe they found any.
Ivan took his cigarette out of his mouth and put it in an ashtray. He took out his binoculars and just surveyed around, wondering if the Americans have decided to head another assault.
"Nothing, maybe they gave-" Ivan stopped, he saw a figure approaching them through the blizzard. Then another, and another. Blyat, they are coming in for another assault. Ivan grabbed his radio and alerted the gun operators.
"This is Ivan, figures coming from the southern approach, prepare gun batteries" Ivan said threw his radio.
Not long after he heard the moan of motors working as the massive gun emplacements turned their rail guns towards the approaching figures. They may have not been able to make railguns as well or as small as the Americans, but that didn't mean they weren't still useful.
Just as the gun was about the fire, the figures changed direction unnaturally fast. With a loud bang, the railgun fired its shot into the empty snow, missing its intended target. It lined up a shot and fired again, only for the same thing to happen.
How were they doing this? More guns trained on the approaching Americans, each firing and firing and firing. But each time, they would just miss the figures by a few inches. The figures themselves were approaching, way too quickly for even one of their blasted mutant regulars.
Finally when the figures were just upon the outer defensive line, a hellish red light began to be emitted from their eyes. Were these things even human? They were huge! He didn't have an exact measurement but they were bigger than even those bastard regulars!
They kept advancing at a breakneck pace, how many of them were there? He couldn't tell with all that was going.
Finally one of the metal demons reached the defensive line, and ran towards a gun emplacement. The monster was too close and too quick for the emplaced railgun to line up a shot before the demon reached the steel door to the emplacements control room. The monster ripped the carbon steel door off its hinges, and ran in.
Ivan could hear faint screaming, a sickening crack, and then silence. The monster then ran out the door, towards another emplacement, blood spattered over the demon's black metal armor. Their gun emplacements were no match for these beasts, they, while much larger than your average man, were small targets, and moved at the speed of vehicles.
Some of the defending infantry protecting the emplacements peppered a few of the beasts with a hail of gunfire. The bullets just bounced off, like they were nothing. All it appeared to do was anger the demon, who took out a… sword? Of all things? Ran at the infantry who fired at it, and cleaved several men in two with a single swipe of its blade.
The bodies of the soldiers dropped to the ground in a bloody mess. Ivan tore himself from his stupor, and radioed the other defenders.
"This is watch tower 3, the enemy has breached the first line, I repeat, the enemy has breached the first line" Ivan shouted into the radio.
As he was shouting, the carnage continued, the things looked to have guns on them, but they didn't use them, he wondered why. A T-19 Volgograd MBT had moved onto the field, and began firing its hull mounted machine guns and main cannon at the metal monsters. The main cannon as expected against such small and quick targets did not land a shot. The machine guns had little to no effect. Finally one of the metal demons took out what looked like a heavy machine gun, and fired a few rounds into the tank.
After that, the tank didn't do anything more. Ivan deduced that the crew must have been dead… poor bastards. This is how it would go for a while, the demons would methodically clear out gun emplacements, defending infantry and armored vehicles, it was a slaughter.
Soon the monsters began moving into the second line of defense, though they were more prepared, they still did not fare any better. They just shrugged everything off like it was nothing, and anything big enough that might be able to hurt them, they were able to dodge. Ivan could only watch as they began dismantling the extensive defenses of Vladivostok apart piece by piece, gun emplacement by gun emplacement, tank by tank, man by man.
It was a nightmare… no, he's had nightmares better than this. This was something else. As the things got closer and closer to the city proper.
Infantry with AT weapons began taking positions a relatively safe distance away from the giants. They carefully lined up their shots, then pulled the trigger. The guided missiles were able to hit a few of the beasts, but when the smoke cleared, they still stood. Albeit, their armor had visible signs of damage, not enough to put the damned things down, they just kept fucking coming. The demons' attention were now on the poor AT squads. Using their machine guns from earlier, they mowed them down with inhuman accuracy, flesh and bone torn apart by a hail of metal.
At this point, the defenses of Vladivostok were thoroughly breached, as if to emphasize that point, Ivan heard a faint rumbling from the distance. He looked back to the southern approach to find a large force of tanks, IFVs, APCs, and more of those damned regulars.
Ivan looked on in dismay, fortress Vladivostok was a fortress no more. All he could do was radio in about the arrived force.
The general looked on through his binoculars pleased, the gene troopers performed explarily, a fine tip of the spear. He really had to commemorate the genetics corp with their accomplishment. While the battle was not yet over, the troopers had still breached the Russian's 'fortress'' Vladovostok' in one night, something that should have taken weeks, or maybe even months. The general was half tempted to hold the rest of his assault force back, just to see with these gene troopers could take the city themselves… but no, this wasn't a science experiment, this was war. He was not going to compromise his chances of success just to satisfy his curiosity.
Sergei ran through snowed streets of Vladivostok, one of those demons had gotten into the city proper. He was currently carrying several bundles of explosive charges, the plan was to lure that thing into a trap, and blow it up. Yes there were more, yes the Americans were now going in for a full assault. But if they could drag at least one of those bastards down to hell with them, he could die slightly less unhappy.
He carefully placed the explosive charges down, and covered them in snow, various other soldiers did the same. They knew one of those monsters was taking a path that likely led down this street. So that's where they set their trap, they packed as many explosives as they could conceal under the snow. Now all they had to do was wait.
The waiting itself was dreadful. They were cold and scared. They just waited, and waited, and waited.
"Come on you metal American bastard, show yourself" Sergei whispered to himself, covering his ears. The wait would continue on for a few more minutes, until finally they heard heavy stomping. The thing was coming, and it was coming fast!
The thing got closer, and closer, and closer, and closer, and- BANG .
A deafening explosion could be heard from around the city. Sergei held his hands over his ears for a while longer, before finally taking his hands from his head. He gathered the courage to look around the corner, he saw a large smoking crater in the street, and the metal giant laying on the ground, armor pierced in several locations and bleeding profusely, the red light from its helmet's eyes no longer glowed. It… it was dead, Sergei smiled, they did it! Others who had assisted in laying the explosives came out of their cover to take a look at the corpse.
They all gave a small cheer, knowing at least one of the demons was dea-.
Another explosion, this time in the center of where the group was gathered blasted them apart. Leaving nothing but a bloody mess.
The gene trooper looked down from the rooftop he was standing on, a magnetic grenade launcher in hand, checking if any had survived, none did.
"One confirmed trooper casualty reported, continuing with military operations" The trooper thought to himself as it began jumping rooftop to rooftop, eliminating all belligerent forces it detected.
So it was that Russia's fortress jewel of east, fell in one night. Thanks to metal monsters the Russians swore came straight out of hell.
When the rest of the assault force entered the city, they found it blasted to pieces. Some of it from the previous bombings, some of it from the troopers. The defenders were broken, slaughtered, and routed. It was a burning validation of the old saying.
War is hell.