The start of the third raider war!
Jeeps were patrolling the main entry points into CPNC territory, guard towers with searchlights at constant alert, and squadrons of four soldiers each doing random searches of their sectors.
Guard tower thirty-seven, just over a barracks bunker the size of three large room, one for the living area, one for bunks and the other for the mess and kitchen. Lieutenant Jody Mariana looked for any signs of enemy movement through her military grade binoculars on top of the tower, but nothing was in sight.
It was a clear day. The blizzards the normally ravaged Canada had slowed for the moment, and the enemy would be easy to see on a day like this.
Suddenly, a speck on the horizon. The lieutenant looked at it with great interest, it was the first activity she had seen in days. She just assumed that it was a CPNC patrol, until more could be seen. And more.
"Oh shit... Contact Toronto and get the troops up quickly!" She yelled down into the lower part of the tower.
Movement could be heard mere seconds later, and a great amount of commotion. If someone working for a weapons manufacturer was here, they'd be drooling at the thought of all the ammunition that would be used in the next hour or two.
Ammo was being slammed into everything that was in the bunker, from a 10mm pistol to an AK-112 to Heavy Assault rifles. Weapons started to pop out of the gun holes in the upper part of the bunker, and the tower became filled with snipers.
As all this was happening, Lieutenant Mariana continued to watch as more and more enemies appeared on the horizon. Finally a private came up to her with a radio. The Prime Minister's voice could be heard.
"Lieutenant, listen very carefully to me. Re-enforcements are on the way, but you'll have to hold out for at least an hour before the fifth will arrive. The sixteenth will arrive shortly after. Good luck!"
"Yes sir..." She said, her voice weak. Every soldier in the tower and bunker found they had a weak voice as they watched the approaching raiders. They may be suicidal and thirst for battle, but the Canadian forces just wanted to avoid it. The time for avoidance had ended though, now it was the time for battle.
Finally, the Lieutenant could be heard speaking again. "Snipers, open fire." The first sounds of war were heard... No matter how the raider forces were a simple detachment, the CPNC forces were badly outnumbered and wouldn't last long unless a miracle would occur.
The snow-covered tundra was in fact more of a winter forest than a true tundra. It stood there in the middle of the thick snow which prevented both the raiders to advance properly and the CPNC troops to shoot accurately. The strong noon sun was reflected on this milky white snow, blinding the combatants no matter the small snow that fell from the sky.
The battlefield and soon to be graveyard was a one hundred meters large clear snow covered path coming from the north, surrounded by leafless trees on both sides. The raiders were coming from there. The frightening forest seemed to end abruptly as it met the guard tower, opening on a snow covered plain to the south of it on kilometers around.
The raiders might not be that organized, but they knew that they could use the forest to their advantage. As the first bullets from the guard tower flew in their direction, divisions of the raider forces split on both sides of the large alley with unnatural grace and reached the wooded borders. Soon, half of their current forces were scattered and concealed behind trees. The 100 meters large and 500 meters long alley seemed to be a red carpet placed there for their arrival, except that someone had forgotten to remove the tiny land mine under it that represented the CPNC guard tower... A small imperfection on the golden path to victory. Still, the CPNC soldiers gripped their guns tightly and based their last hopes on the incoming reinforcements.
The raiders in the snow covered alley charged, determined and already savoring the taste of victory in their mouths. The forces met on the ice. Blood spilled from the raider horde, pft, like they cared. But...the question was, who was leading them?
Hawk, brother to Falcon, charged defiantly 10 meters ahead of the bulk of the one...the only...Scourge. (THERE! I just sealed the battle, the Scourge ain't gonna loose no battle.)
But one thing one must understand about raiders is they are very animal like. They make do with their bodies, not their primate use of tools. The horde charged right into the wall, with all that force, the wall actually creaked back. Ladders were not used; your fellow raider was, up and over. Molotov thrown into the guard towers. Once inside the force attacked the gates. A bloody battle erupted inside those dreaded walls. M-60s were being moved up to the wall, luckily for the CPNC, they didn't make it...they were set up by buildings and other obstacles and cut down raider ranks, sooner or later they were over thrown but at the lose of 10 fold.
The gates were seized and the rest of the horde who didn't make it over, went through The bunker door was sealed tight, sandbags were placed around it. Heavy assault rifles were placed in tripods behind the sandbags, and soldiers without held their AK-112s tightly.
Some were near panic. Others were ready to burst out the door and take the raiders on in hand-to-hand, one on who knew how many. But one thing was constant, the feeling of fear in the air.
The engineers finally arrived with another steel slab, pulling it on a cart. Four soldiers came up and helped lift it into place over the door. The pounding increased from the outside as it was secured into place with rivets.
The Lieutenant turned the external communication system on, to speak to the raiders. She spoke with a clear, strong voice. "Raiders, let me speak to your commander." Concealed raiders within the woods remained unseen to both the CPNC and raider troops. Apparently this attack had been more organized than the average raid on a small no name town, and this could only benefit the raiders in such circumstances... unless their disappearance was unplanned?
As for the raiders remaining in the open field however, they were more than visible to the still well protected CPNC troops. Bullets flew past the heads, slaughtering many in the process. Impure crimson soon covered the crystal clean snow densely covering the wicked and merciless tundra, especially during such a moment. The raiders still had their share of tactics on the open field however. Upon command, three men on four entered an half crouched position and took cover behind various custom made shields varying from an old anti riot police strike force plastic shield to a wooden piece of scrap. Their new position still didn't prevent them to shoot back, and to get shot either.
But the biggest surprise didn't lie in this unusual move that could be called a yet unexplained tactic. A group of six men armed with the best shields grouped together hastily, only to reveal the extremity of a charged rocket launcher! They had brought two rockets against this bunker, and the first one was being aimed at the top of the guard tower, the most lethal part of the CPNC establishment to the raider forces... Hawk motioned for his men to hit the dirt. The bunker was surrounded. Their was no escape, the rocket flew into the tower...killing all inside. 75% of the troops inside the compound honed in their sights on heads, shoulder, or arms of the Confederates. The other quarter were hiding behind other structures or looking for loot inside the structures.
Hawk motioned for his XO to stand up. Next the XO began to speak,
"What do you wish to speak to me about?" "You must realize that CPNC troops are on there way here as we speak. The front lines are being solidified, you can't hope to survive. Withdraw now and your troops will survive. Stay, and none of you will leave alive."
As she was speaking, more steel was being placed on the bunker door, to hold it longer. The defenses around the small door would hold the enemy off a while longer, and if that failed, they could retreat to the second basement level. Hawk motioned the universal "Kill Them" (slash across the neck), which was followed by frag grenades, Molotov cocktails, napalm grenades, M-60 and M- 34 fire, as well as a charge by 3 flamethrowers. I'm talking old school flamethrowers that could burn out an entire bunker. They fried the Confederates like loose chickens in Kentucky.
With most of the ground troops gone now, men with torches attack the rivets and steel clamps located around the bunker. A tight grid was formed around them to ensure their safety while the remainder of the raiders gathered the supplies of the compound and loaded them into a grain truck to be sent across the tundra to the nearest raider base.
The raiders not loading toke to the walls and prepared the area for more Confederates.
The CPNC strike force... the 16th platoon was on its way towards the bunker. On the way inside the Jeep someone put in an old CD into the burnt out CD-driver... it was a miracle that it was still working. The CD started to spin up and it was playing down the sound effects of a Jeep just being started. The next second men old school punk music started to erupt from the speakers.
"What the hell is that???" Galen asked a bit nervous.
"Excuse me sir I thought it would be nice to have a little pump up music."
"Alright... but just one song...then get me onto the speakers of each vehicle and the chopper too."
The 16th platoon was nearing itself towards the bunker... and it would only take them some minutes to arrive. One thing could be said about CPNC engineers; when they built something, they built it to last.
"They're trying to tear the entire bunker apart! Any rivet they take out, I want replaced with two more!"
The engineers left in the bunker were hard at work, but still couldn't keep up. The raiders were going to take the bunker apart, piece-by-piece. It was completely hopeless.
"Retreat to the second level!" The Lieutenant screamed out. The troops picked up their weapons and started to head for the stairs, in an orderly but somewhat rushed manner.
The immense guard tower on top of the bunker was mostly destroyed, and only its foundation remained.
Inside the CPNC bunker...
A specialist sniper that didn't have the time to make it to the top of the tower before the attack had been thanking heaven when he saw it blown to pieces. But now, inside the sequestrated bunker, he felt more like a wingless duck trying to migrate to the south than anything else. While his skills couldn't be used inside the bunker, his tactical intelligence remained an important factor to the survival of his peers nonetheless.
"Lieutenant! If we are to escape to the second level, why not blowing this one to pieces as the raiders penetrate it? We would lose a lot of equipment, but men's lives are worth more than pieces of metal to me."
Outside the walls of the bunker...
The raiders continued their unscrupulous job without mercy. Only a few CPNC privates that had been left out of the bunker as it was sealed were threatening the raider forces with sparse bullets at the moment, and literally nothing could stop them.
"Concentrate the flamethrowers at a single point!!" a subordinate yelled.
Under his suggestion rather than command, the three-flamethrower wielding men concentrated their blazing flame into a single point of the nearly shattered wall of the bunker. Soon, that part of the wall itself would melt under the spitting inferno that were those merciless weapons... The immense guard tower on top of the bunker was mostly destroyed, and only its foundation remained.
Inside the CPNC bunker...
A specialist sniper that didn't have the time to make it to the top of the tower before the attack had been thanking heaven when he saw it blown to pieces. But now, inside the sequestrated bunker, he felt more like a wingless duck trying to migrate to the south than anything else. While his skills couldn't be used inside the bunker, his tactical intelligence remained an important factor to the survival of his peers nonetheless.
"Lieutenant! If we are to escape to the second level, why not blowing this one to pieces as the raiders penetrate it? We would lose a lot of equipment, but men's lives are worth more than pieces of metal to me."
Outside the walls of the bunker...
The raiders continued their unscrupulous job without mercy. Only a few CPNC privates that had been left out of the bunker as it was sealed were threatening the raider forces with sparse bullets at the moment, and literally nothing could stop them.
"Concentrate the flamethrowers at a single point!!" a subordinate yelled.
Under his suggestion rather than command, the three-flamethrower wielding men concentrated their blazing flame into a single point of the nearly shattered wall of the bunker. Soon, that part of the wall itself would melt under the spitting inferno that were those merciless weapons... "Very well. Place the charges, but do it quickly!"
It was at that moment that the CPNC troops, all eighty of them, could be heard arriving, and the weapons firing from all sides.
Granted, the CPNC was still outnumbered three to one, but they also had better equipment, making it almost equal.
The soldiers were running around the bunker placing plastic explosive charges around the bunker, while those who were un-occupied continued to flee towards the second floor...
In with the helicopter The helicopter came racing across the landscape at speeds most men of the post-nuclear world have never dreamed of. Nikki passed over the bunker. "Hold your fire." She swung the helicopter around, and began to fly over the battlefield. She radioed Lieutenant Galen, "Sir, we're in position to commence firing." Support Weapon 101: LoS lanes. That way whenever you crossfire you kill more enemy, and you still don't fire at each other. Position 2 support gunners ahead of the main mass at particular points, and fire at near 170 degree angles. With some protection from some Assault Riflemen nearby, and the mass behind you...lots of dead enemies will be seen in the foreground.
While the east flank held their ground, the west flank wasn't having fun. Fucking 100 mm rounds were flying at them.
A LT. turned to his Sergeant after they both his the snow behind a barricade,
"Ever heard of a P-51 Tank Buster?"
"No boss."
"It was something they used centuries ago, highly effective. Well we have something better. LAW and MAW rockets."
"Law boss? I don't like law."
*SMACK! * "L-A-W! Light antitank weapon and Medium antitank weapon," the Lue said as he loaded his rocket launcher with a MAW. Standing up he smiled,
"Give my regards to my dad." The Rocket sped towards the tank....
The Lue had years of training and experience with a rocket launcher, and grinned as his death rocket sped at the tank's weakness, below the turret above the main body. His sarge loaded the LAW and handed him the rocket launcher...next stop, that bastards tracks.... Then suddenly, somebody manages to get the frequency the CPNC is using and radios Galen, "We are Mercenaries (or Militia men). We come in peace. We are here to support the military against the Raider assault." He says while they keep up with the other vehicles towards the bunker. As the fight raged on the CPNC troops were getting nearer and nearer to the bunker.
The rocket hit the snow before the tank but still it dealt damage to the track of the mighty vechicle. One thing was for sure it wouldn't move properly till they don't get that thing fixed.
Galen stood up from a hill and moved about 20m forward. Suddenly he fell and saw two raiders who were trying to sneak up on him. He let of a shot from his laser pistol that burnt a hole into the chest of the first raider. The second one rose up his huge axe and swung it towards him. Rolling onto the side he avoided being hit but he couldn't let of any more shots cause he want in any good position. Suddenly there was a burst heard from the near and the raider fell to the ground. A CPNC soldier-with an assault riffle in his hand- ran over to Galen.
"Sir! Are you ok?"
"Yeah I'm fine. Proceed with the attack.
"Actually sir we got a radio transmission from somebody who claims that they are mercenaries and they're coming to help us."
"What?!?!?! How the heck did they crack the code? Give me that radio now!!!"
Galen reached out for the radio with his hand and replied.
"Listen up... I don't know who you are... or where you come from... or how you managed to crack our code. If you're really those who you say you are then stay where you are and dont interfere! This is an order civilian!!!" Galen clicked the radio off and waited for a reply. This wasn't good in any way. He didn't know who these people were but he knew that he doesn't need them right now. 2 more LAW rockets sped towards the tank, one to the turret, and one to the tracks. Whilst M-60s pounded attempted advances made by the CPNC. Then someone noticed the 20mm and had 4 snipers set their sights on the operators. The raiders could still retreat if necessary, but it would not be. The CPNC could not assist its bunkered allies, and soon raiders would be swarming the country side as the CO of the mission picked up his radio and sent a signal out through out the Raider channels pin pointing his location. Then suddenly Galen receives another transmission, "We are not just mercenaries but we also want the terrorism to end. We won't stop until the Raiders are lost!" Rick says and clicks off the radio. You ain't gonna stop me. I want the peace back... "Sir, awaiting orders." Galen reached for the radio.
"Helicopter, commence attack but look out. Those goddamn bastards got some rockets." Rick and his mercenaries finally arrive at the bunker. "GO, GO, GO! We won't let these bastards destroy anything!" He says while signaling his men to move quickly and to go directly to the front. Rick and his mercenaries finally arrive at the bunker. "GO, GO, GO! We won't let these bastards destroy anything!" He says while signaling his men to move quickly and to go directly to the front. The Warthog was circling the base in a standard pattern when they got the radio signal to engage at will. It sputtered, rocked and spat out oil as it roared across the tundra, causing the entire ground to tremble. A whole slew of raiders were running towards the tank, trying set bombs upon it but they were quickly ripped to pieces by the machine gun mounted on top.
Devi was manning the gun, blowing away anyone who came close. Body parts flew and blood soaked the snow, turning the battlefield into a disgusting combination of mud and carnage. A blast ripped apart the ice and sent raiders--in more than one piece--flying overhead. Suddenly, rocket blasts echoed behind the vehicle.
TAKE EVASIVE ACTION!!!
The tank turned and slid a ways on the slippery terrain as blast after blast clipped the sides and front of it. The heat was unbearable so Devi slid back inside. Just when they thought they had cleared this sector of all on coming enemies, the whole horizon filled with bloodthirsty men charging their way. This was about to get more interesting.
BRING IT ON!!!
Another round was blown from the cannon and exploded in the distance. Division Two was less than fifteen minutes away, but the question was, could Platoon 16 hold out that long.
With the support from the chopper and tanks, maybe.
"Blow the charges, NOW!" The Lieutenant said just as the last person was on the second floor and the main floor hatch was broken open.
Raiders came pouring in to their death as the first floor crumbled on them, also allowing more protection to the second floor. If they wanted in now, they'd have to dig out the entrance, something they didn't have time to do. All of Rick's men went out and engaged every Raider that opposes them. Rick then radios the C2 tank, "You call yourself Warthog don't you? Watch your six!" He warns the tank for the incoming MAW. "Roger that sir. Fire at will." The gunner opened up with a barrage of rockets on the raiders. They left their pods at lightning quick speeds, and were on top of the raiders before they knew what was happening. They didn't stop berating the raiders until they were out of rockets. "Engage in selective fire."
"Roger that." The gunner began to use the mini-gun to pick off raider after raider. Galen was getting pissed off. He then grabbed the radio.
"Alright everyone... find that raider with the rocket launcher and kill him. Take up a hedge formation and advance to the bunker and get the raiders away from there.
Mercenaries. If you really want to help then take up position and fire suppressive fire onto the raiders positions while our troops move in"
Mostly the raiders were beaten back from the bunker... but still they were around and the CPNC troops couldn't get near it. The 16th platoon lost about 14 soldiers and 10 were wounded lying around somewhere.
If the relief really should come...then Galen would let the wounded be taken away and then refill his platoon. "Roger that. You heard him men, GO, GO, GO! I want you to engage every raider if you can. FIRE AT WILL!!!" As he speaks, a raider sneaks behind him and the intention was to stab him but his second in command yelled at him, "Sir! Behind you!" and shoots the raider. Rick looked back in horror and thanked his man for what he did, "One more thing," he tells his men, "Watch your six!" and he begins to shoot Raiders. She asks Rick, "Sir, where could I stay that's safe?" She says while covering her ears to soften the noise coming from the gunfights. He screams at Heather, "Go inside the APC and don't go out until I say so!" He then gets near the Warthog (Devi's Warthog) and radios her, "Could you blow up that boulder over there? I can't see clearly." All of a sudden, the helicopter's rotor flew off, because of bolts not tightened properly during the last maintenance. Then, for no apparent reason, before it hit the ground, the helicopter exploded. The CPNC lines weren't holding up to the attack, their best chance was to dig in and try to not get pushed back any further.
In the distance, a group of transports could be seen. Soldiers from the second division were leading a mad, desperate charge against the raider forces, but it would be another five minutes before they arrived.
Colonel Vaughn was in the lead jeep, standing tall and proud, trying to keep the look of worry from his face. He couldn't fully mask it. "Don't stop until we hit their lines!" As the transports were approaching the bunker, Zak busted one window open and says, "Fuck all the Raiders!" After, he shot 2 raiders who were in his sight.
Jeeps were patrolling the main entry points into CPNC territory, guard towers with searchlights at constant alert, and squadrons of four soldiers each doing random searches of their sectors.
Guard tower thirty-seven, just over a barracks bunker the size of three large room, one for the living area, one for bunks and the other for the mess and kitchen. Lieutenant Jody Mariana looked for any signs of enemy movement through her military grade binoculars on top of the tower, but nothing was in sight.
It was a clear day. The blizzards the normally ravaged Canada had slowed for the moment, and the enemy would be easy to see on a day like this.
Suddenly, a speck on the horizon. The lieutenant looked at it with great interest, it was the first activity she had seen in days. She just assumed that it was a CPNC patrol, until more could be seen. And more.
"Oh shit... Contact Toronto and get the troops up quickly!" She yelled down into the lower part of the tower.
Movement could be heard mere seconds later, and a great amount of commotion. If someone working for a weapons manufacturer was here, they'd be drooling at the thought of all the ammunition that would be used in the next hour or two.
Ammo was being slammed into everything that was in the bunker, from a 10mm pistol to an AK-112 to Heavy Assault rifles. Weapons started to pop out of the gun holes in the upper part of the bunker, and the tower became filled with snipers.
As all this was happening, Lieutenant Mariana continued to watch as more and more enemies appeared on the horizon. Finally a private came up to her with a radio. The Prime Minister's voice could be heard.
"Lieutenant, listen very carefully to me. Re-enforcements are on the way, but you'll have to hold out for at least an hour before the fifth will arrive. The sixteenth will arrive shortly after. Good luck!"
"Yes sir..." She said, her voice weak. Every soldier in the tower and bunker found they had a weak voice as they watched the approaching raiders. They may be suicidal and thirst for battle, but the Canadian forces just wanted to avoid it. The time for avoidance had ended though, now it was the time for battle.
Finally, the Lieutenant could be heard speaking again. "Snipers, open fire." The first sounds of war were heard... No matter how the raider forces were a simple detachment, the CPNC forces were badly outnumbered and wouldn't last long unless a miracle would occur.
The snow-covered tundra was in fact more of a winter forest than a true tundra. It stood there in the middle of the thick snow which prevented both the raiders to advance properly and the CPNC troops to shoot accurately. The strong noon sun was reflected on this milky white snow, blinding the combatants no matter the small snow that fell from the sky.
The battlefield and soon to be graveyard was a one hundred meters large clear snow covered path coming from the north, surrounded by leafless trees on both sides. The raiders were coming from there. The frightening forest seemed to end abruptly as it met the guard tower, opening on a snow covered plain to the south of it on kilometers around.
The raiders might not be that organized, but they knew that they could use the forest to their advantage. As the first bullets from the guard tower flew in their direction, divisions of the raider forces split on both sides of the large alley with unnatural grace and reached the wooded borders. Soon, half of their current forces were scattered and concealed behind trees. The 100 meters large and 500 meters long alley seemed to be a red carpet placed there for their arrival, except that someone had forgotten to remove the tiny land mine under it that represented the CPNC guard tower... A small imperfection on the golden path to victory. Still, the CPNC soldiers gripped their guns tightly and based their last hopes on the incoming reinforcements.
The raiders in the snow covered alley charged, determined and already savoring the taste of victory in their mouths. The forces met on the ice. Blood spilled from the raider horde, pft, like they cared. But...the question was, who was leading them?
Hawk, brother to Falcon, charged defiantly 10 meters ahead of the bulk of the one...the only...Scourge. (THERE! I just sealed the battle, the Scourge ain't gonna loose no battle.)
But one thing one must understand about raiders is they are very animal like. They make do with their bodies, not their primate use of tools. The horde charged right into the wall, with all that force, the wall actually creaked back. Ladders were not used; your fellow raider was, up and over. Molotov thrown into the guard towers. Once inside the force attacked the gates. A bloody battle erupted inside those dreaded walls. M-60s were being moved up to the wall, luckily for the CPNC, they didn't make it...they were set up by buildings and other obstacles and cut down raider ranks, sooner or later they were over thrown but at the lose of 10 fold.
The gates were seized and the rest of the horde who didn't make it over, went through The bunker door was sealed tight, sandbags were placed around it. Heavy assault rifles were placed in tripods behind the sandbags, and soldiers without held their AK-112s tightly.
Some were near panic. Others were ready to burst out the door and take the raiders on in hand-to-hand, one on who knew how many. But one thing was constant, the feeling of fear in the air.
The engineers finally arrived with another steel slab, pulling it on a cart. Four soldiers came up and helped lift it into place over the door. The pounding increased from the outside as it was secured into place with rivets.
The Lieutenant turned the external communication system on, to speak to the raiders. She spoke with a clear, strong voice. "Raiders, let me speak to your commander." Concealed raiders within the woods remained unseen to both the CPNC and raider troops. Apparently this attack had been more organized than the average raid on a small no name town, and this could only benefit the raiders in such circumstances... unless their disappearance was unplanned?
As for the raiders remaining in the open field however, they were more than visible to the still well protected CPNC troops. Bullets flew past the heads, slaughtering many in the process. Impure crimson soon covered the crystal clean snow densely covering the wicked and merciless tundra, especially during such a moment. The raiders still had their share of tactics on the open field however. Upon command, three men on four entered an half crouched position and took cover behind various custom made shields varying from an old anti riot police strike force plastic shield to a wooden piece of scrap. Their new position still didn't prevent them to shoot back, and to get shot either.
But the biggest surprise didn't lie in this unusual move that could be called a yet unexplained tactic. A group of six men armed with the best shields grouped together hastily, only to reveal the extremity of a charged rocket launcher! They had brought two rockets against this bunker, and the first one was being aimed at the top of the guard tower, the most lethal part of the CPNC establishment to the raider forces... Hawk motioned for his men to hit the dirt. The bunker was surrounded. Their was no escape, the rocket flew into the tower...killing all inside. 75% of the troops inside the compound honed in their sights on heads, shoulder, or arms of the Confederates. The other quarter were hiding behind other structures or looking for loot inside the structures.
Hawk motioned for his XO to stand up. Next the XO began to speak,
"What do you wish to speak to me about?" "You must realize that CPNC troops are on there way here as we speak. The front lines are being solidified, you can't hope to survive. Withdraw now and your troops will survive. Stay, and none of you will leave alive."
As she was speaking, more steel was being placed on the bunker door, to hold it longer. The defenses around the small door would hold the enemy off a while longer, and if that failed, they could retreat to the second basement level. Hawk motioned the universal "Kill Them" (slash across the neck), which was followed by frag grenades, Molotov cocktails, napalm grenades, M-60 and M- 34 fire, as well as a charge by 3 flamethrowers. I'm talking old school flamethrowers that could burn out an entire bunker. They fried the Confederates like loose chickens in Kentucky.
With most of the ground troops gone now, men with torches attack the rivets and steel clamps located around the bunker. A tight grid was formed around them to ensure their safety while the remainder of the raiders gathered the supplies of the compound and loaded them into a grain truck to be sent across the tundra to the nearest raider base.
The raiders not loading toke to the walls and prepared the area for more Confederates.
The CPNC strike force... the 16th platoon was on its way towards the bunker. On the way inside the Jeep someone put in an old CD into the burnt out CD-driver... it was a miracle that it was still working. The CD started to spin up and it was playing down the sound effects of a Jeep just being started. The next second men old school punk music started to erupt from the speakers.
"What the hell is that???" Galen asked a bit nervous.
"Excuse me sir I thought it would be nice to have a little pump up music."
"Alright... but just one song...then get me onto the speakers of each vehicle and the chopper too."
The 16th platoon was nearing itself towards the bunker... and it would only take them some minutes to arrive. One thing could be said about CPNC engineers; when they built something, they built it to last.
"They're trying to tear the entire bunker apart! Any rivet they take out, I want replaced with two more!"
The engineers left in the bunker were hard at work, but still couldn't keep up. The raiders were going to take the bunker apart, piece-by-piece. It was completely hopeless.
"Retreat to the second level!" The Lieutenant screamed out. The troops picked up their weapons and started to head for the stairs, in an orderly but somewhat rushed manner.
The immense guard tower on top of the bunker was mostly destroyed, and only its foundation remained.
Inside the CPNC bunker...
A specialist sniper that didn't have the time to make it to the top of the tower before the attack had been thanking heaven when he saw it blown to pieces. But now, inside the sequestrated bunker, he felt more like a wingless duck trying to migrate to the south than anything else. While his skills couldn't be used inside the bunker, his tactical intelligence remained an important factor to the survival of his peers nonetheless.
"Lieutenant! If we are to escape to the second level, why not blowing this one to pieces as the raiders penetrate it? We would lose a lot of equipment, but men's lives are worth more than pieces of metal to me."
Outside the walls of the bunker...
The raiders continued their unscrupulous job without mercy. Only a few CPNC privates that had been left out of the bunker as it was sealed were threatening the raider forces with sparse bullets at the moment, and literally nothing could stop them.
"Concentrate the flamethrowers at a single point!!" a subordinate yelled.
Under his suggestion rather than command, the three-flamethrower wielding men concentrated their blazing flame into a single point of the nearly shattered wall of the bunker. Soon, that part of the wall itself would melt under the spitting inferno that were those merciless weapons... The immense guard tower on top of the bunker was mostly destroyed, and only its foundation remained.
Inside the CPNC bunker...
A specialist sniper that didn't have the time to make it to the top of the tower before the attack had been thanking heaven when he saw it blown to pieces. But now, inside the sequestrated bunker, he felt more like a wingless duck trying to migrate to the south than anything else. While his skills couldn't be used inside the bunker, his tactical intelligence remained an important factor to the survival of his peers nonetheless.
"Lieutenant! If we are to escape to the second level, why not blowing this one to pieces as the raiders penetrate it? We would lose a lot of equipment, but men's lives are worth more than pieces of metal to me."
Outside the walls of the bunker...
The raiders continued their unscrupulous job without mercy. Only a few CPNC privates that had been left out of the bunker as it was sealed were threatening the raider forces with sparse bullets at the moment, and literally nothing could stop them.
"Concentrate the flamethrowers at a single point!!" a subordinate yelled.
Under his suggestion rather than command, the three-flamethrower wielding men concentrated their blazing flame into a single point of the nearly shattered wall of the bunker. Soon, that part of the wall itself would melt under the spitting inferno that were those merciless weapons... "Very well. Place the charges, but do it quickly!"
It was at that moment that the CPNC troops, all eighty of them, could be heard arriving, and the weapons firing from all sides.
Granted, the CPNC was still outnumbered three to one, but they also had better equipment, making it almost equal.
The soldiers were running around the bunker placing plastic explosive charges around the bunker, while those who were un-occupied continued to flee towards the second floor...
In with the helicopter The helicopter came racing across the landscape at speeds most men of the post-nuclear world have never dreamed of. Nikki passed over the bunker. "Hold your fire." She swung the helicopter around, and began to fly over the battlefield. She radioed Lieutenant Galen, "Sir, we're in position to commence firing." Support Weapon 101: LoS lanes. That way whenever you crossfire you kill more enemy, and you still don't fire at each other. Position 2 support gunners ahead of the main mass at particular points, and fire at near 170 degree angles. With some protection from some Assault Riflemen nearby, and the mass behind you...lots of dead enemies will be seen in the foreground.
While the east flank held their ground, the west flank wasn't having fun. Fucking 100 mm rounds were flying at them.
A LT. turned to his Sergeant after they both his the snow behind a barricade,
"Ever heard of a P-51 Tank Buster?"
"No boss."
"It was something they used centuries ago, highly effective. Well we have something better. LAW and MAW rockets."
"Law boss? I don't like law."
*SMACK! * "L-A-W! Light antitank weapon and Medium antitank weapon," the Lue said as he loaded his rocket launcher with a MAW. Standing up he smiled,
"Give my regards to my dad." The Rocket sped towards the tank....
The Lue had years of training and experience with a rocket launcher, and grinned as his death rocket sped at the tank's weakness, below the turret above the main body. His sarge loaded the LAW and handed him the rocket launcher...next stop, that bastards tracks.... Then suddenly, somebody manages to get the frequency the CPNC is using and radios Galen, "We are Mercenaries (or Militia men). We come in peace. We are here to support the military against the Raider assault." He says while they keep up with the other vehicles towards the bunker. As the fight raged on the CPNC troops were getting nearer and nearer to the bunker.
The rocket hit the snow before the tank but still it dealt damage to the track of the mighty vechicle. One thing was for sure it wouldn't move properly till they don't get that thing fixed.
Galen stood up from a hill and moved about 20m forward. Suddenly he fell and saw two raiders who were trying to sneak up on him. He let of a shot from his laser pistol that burnt a hole into the chest of the first raider. The second one rose up his huge axe and swung it towards him. Rolling onto the side he avoided being hit but he couldn't let of any more shots cause he want in any good position. Suddenly there was a burst heard from the near and the raider fell to the ground. A CPNC soldier-with an assault riffle in his hand- ran over to Galen.
"Sir! Are you ok?"
"Yeah I'm fine. Proceed with the attack.
"Actually sir we got a radio transmission from somebody who claims that they are mercenaries and they're coming to help us."
"What?!?!?! How the heck did they crack the code? Give me that radio now!!!"
Galen reached out for the radio with his hand and replied.
"Listen up... I don't know who you are... or where you come from... or how you managed to crack our code. If you're really those who you say you are then stay where you are and dont interfere! This is an order civilian!!!" Galen clicked the radio off and waited for a reply. This wasn't good in any way. He didn't know who these people were but he knew that he doesn't need them right now. 2 more LAW rockets sped towards the tank, one to the turret, and one to the tracks. Whilst M-60s pounded attempted advances made by the CPNC. Then someone noticed the 20mm and had 4 snipers set their sights on the operators. The raiders could still retreat if necessary, but it would not be. The CPNC could not assist its bunkered allies, and soon raiders would be swarming the country side as the CO of the mission picked up his radio and sent a signal out through out the Raider channels pin pointing his location. Then suddenly Galen receives another transmission, "We are not just mercenaries but we also want the terrorism to end. We won't stop until the Raiders are lost!" Rick says and clicks off the radio. You ain't gonna stop me. I want the peace back... "Sir, awaiting orders." Galen reached for the radio.
"Helicopter, commence attack but look out. Those goddamn bastards got some rockets." Rick and his mercenaries finally arrive at the bunker. "GO, GO, GO! We won't let these bastards destroy anything!" He says while signaling his men to move quickly and to go directly to the front. Rick and his mercenaries finally arrive at the bunker. "GO, GO, GO! We won't let these bastards destroy anything!" He says while signaling his men to move quickly and to go directly to the front. The Warthog was circling the base in a standard pattern when they got the radio signal to engage at will. It sputtered, rocked and spat out oil as it roared across the tundra, causing the entire ground to tremble. A whole slew of raiders were running towards the tank, trying set bombs upon it but they were quickly ripped to pieces by the machine gun mounted on top.
Devi was manning the gun, blowing away anyone who came close. Body parts flew and blood soaked the snow, turning the battlefield into a disgusting combination of mud and carnage. A blast ripped apart the ice and sent raiders--in more than one piece--flying overhead. Suddenly, rocket blasts echoed behind the vehicle.
TAKE EVASIVE ACTION!!!
The tank turned and slid a ways on the slippery terrain as blast after blast clipped the sides and front of it. The heat was unbearable so Devi slid back inside. Just when they thought they had cleared this sector of all on coming enemies, the whole horizon filled with bloodthirsty men charging their way. This was about to get more interesting.
BRING IT ON!!!
Another round was blown from the cannon and exploded in the distance. Division Two was less than fifteen minutes away, but the question was, could Platoon 16 hold out that long.
With the support from the chopper and tanks, maybe.
"Blow the charges, NOW!" The Lieutenant said just as the last person was on the second floor and the main floor hatch was broken open.
Raiders came pouring in to their death as the first floor crumbled on them, also allowing more protection to the second floor. If they wanted in now, they'd have to dig out the entrance, something they didn't have time to do. All of Rick's men went out and engaged every Raider that opposes them. Rick then radios the C2 tank, "You call yourself Warthog don't you? Watch your six!" He warns the tank for the incoming MAW. "Roger that sir. Fire at will." The gunner opened up with a barrage of rockets on the raiders. They left their pods at lightning quick speeds, and were on top of the raiders before they knew what was happening. They didn't stop berating the raiders until they were out of rockets. "Engage in selective fire."
"Roger that." The gunner began to use the mini-gun to pick off raider after raider. Galen was getting pissed off. He then grabbed the radio.
"Alright everyone... find that raider with the rocket launcher and kill him. Take up a hedge formation and advance to the bunker and get the raiders away from there.
Mercenaries. If you really want to help then take up position and fire suppressive fire onto the raiders positions while our troops move in"
Mostly the raiders were beaten back from the bunker... but still they were around and the CPNC troops couldn't get near it. The 16th platoon lost about 14 soldiers and 10 were wounded lying around somewhere.
If the relief really should come...then Galen would let the wounded be taken away and then refill his platoon. "Roger that. You heard him men, GO, GO, GO! I want you to engage every raider if you can. FIRE AT WILL!!!" As he speaks, a raider sneaks behind him and the intention was to stab him but his second in command yelled at him, "Sir! Behind you!" and shoots the raider. Rick looked back in horror and thanked his man for what he did, "One more thing," he tells his men, "Watch your six!" and he begins to shoot Raiders. She asks Rick, "Sir, where could I stay that's safe?" She says while covering her ears to soften the noise coming from the gunfights. He screams at Heather, "Go inside the APC and don't go out until I say so!" He then gets near the Warthog (Devi's Warthog) and radios her, "Could you blow up that boulder over there? I can't see clearly." All of a sudden, the helicopter's rotor flew off, because of bolts not tightened properly during the last maintenance. Then, for no apparent reason, before it hit the ground, the helicopter exploded. The CPNC lines weren't holding up to the attack, their best chance was to dig in and try to not get pushed back any further.
In the distance, a group of transports could be seen. Soldiers from the second division were leading a mad, desperate charge against the raider forces, but it would be another five minutes before they arrived.
Colonel Vaughn was in the lead jeep, standing tall and proud, trying to keep the look of worry from his face. He couldn't fully mask it. "Don't stop until we hit their lines!" As the transports were approaching the bunker, Zak busted one window open and says, "Fuck all the Raiders!" After, he shot 2 raiders who were in his sight.