Hellsing: Battlefront
Chapter 5: Unexpected surprises
ZR: Ah yes, tis me, the king of procrastination! Sorry it took so long, work, writers block, the usual. I am deeply sorry for the long update. So anyway, here is the next chapter, hope youse enjoy!
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The rocket collided with John's body and exploded, sending a shower of smoldering flesh and shards of armor in all directions. The Freak who fired the rocket, lowered the firing tube and smirked slightly, "Verfluchter Idiot, denken, daß er stannd bis zu einem panzer könnte, ein welcher Esel."(Translation: "Damn idiot vampire, thought he could stand up to a panzer rocket, what a jackass")
As the smoke cleared, they could clearly see where he last stood, his shield, mostly destroyed, lay imbedded in a tree. The Freaks slung their rifles on their backs, and began to walk of back to their bunkers when a scream pierced the air. The Freaks turned to face the sound. One of the Freaks was groping at the sword that had pierced his body. As his body turned to ash, the sword stayed in place, held by an armored hand, which was connected to an, almost complete, armored body. Gazing from the helmet were two gleaming red eyes, filled with anger and rage. His now, completed left arm and hand, pointed toward the tree with the shield sticking out of it. The hand opened, and the shield sprang from the tree toward the outstretched hand. The hand grasped the shield handle as dark mist swirled from his hand and enveloped the shield.
Once the mist dissipated, the shield was completely rebuilt, but it was not the same, the corners at the top now had a curve to them, like the horns of a demon. The insignia on his shield had changed; the sword was now pierced through a severed head. The tip of the sword was no longer visible, the visible part now created a mock cross. The hand that grasped the shield was black as well. The darkness then spread up his arm, continued to his shoulder, and spread throughout his entire armor.
With a snarl, he lunged from one Freak to the next, slicing their heads off, piercing them in the hearts, completely decimating them with blinding quickness, all to turning to dust within seconds of his deadly attacks. He stopped at the lone Freak before him, the one who shot him with the Panzerfaust. He stood there, knees trembling, hands shaking uncontrollably.
"W-W-was sind die Hölle Sie?" (Translation: "W-w-what the hell are you?") he stuttered.
John grabbed the Freak by his helmet and lifted him up over his head. He closed his hand holding him, and crushed his head with terrible strength. He threw the body to the ground, and stabbed the body in the heart, "Nothing you'd know about," he growled at the pile of dust.
The black mist surrounded his body and stripped him of all of his armor, rage and anger, and returning him his military armor, and weaponry. As soon as the mist dissipated, he collapsed to his knees. He wearily opened a pouch and retrieved a blood packet. He slowly opened the packet and drank the crimson fluid contained within.
Static buzzed in his headset before a transmission came through, " Sir, the tanks are now fitted with the equipment, the tanks are now moving through the hedgerows twice as fast, their ranks aren't holding up to us."
"Very good commander, proceed with operations."
"Yes sir!"
John breathed a sigh of relief, even though he didn't need to. Another burst of static, "John, what happened over there? I heard an explosion."
"Well, things got really quiet, really quick after that Seras," he chuckled slightly.
"What so funny?"
"It's been a long time since I got blown up."
"Did it hurt?"
"Heh, nothing I can't handle."
"Right, don't get to carried away now."
"I won't love."
"You remember this isn't a restricted COM frequency."
John smacked his forehead, he forgot. He wondered how many soldiers had heard that, hopefully HICOM didn't hear that one either, "Sorry, I forgot. I'm going to check for any stragglers, I'll back up with the squad after I'm done."
"Rojer, Sergeant Victoria out."
John thought quietly to himself for a moment, "I wonder how the Squad is handling right now. They've been trained by me, so hopefully, nothing serious."
After a few minutes of jogging, John reached a small knoll. He crouched down and crept up the knoll until he nearly reached the top. HE then went prone and crawled the rest of the way up the knoll. Just before he reached the top, he heard rumbling, like that of an engine. Freaks didn't need vehicles; they moved fast enough to cover ground quickly.
He stopped just before the crest of the hill, pulled out a fiber optic wire, linked it up to a small, hand-held view screen, and snaked the wire up over the crest. This allowed him to get a view of what was over there, making that noise, without him being spotted.
The view surprised him greatly. On the monitor, he saw at least a dozen Panther and at least half a dozen Tiger tanks. He quickly retrieved the wire and quickly got the frequency of the Allied Air force base in southern England, muttering to himself, "Jesus, are these guys that nostalgic?"
He click on his radio, "Johnson Air force base, this is First Lieutenant John, I have a armor column target for you're A-10s"
The radio was silent for a few seconds, "First Lieutenant John, this is Johnson Air force base, what are the columns coordinates?"
John grabbed his GPS and Laser sighting Binoculars, "One moment," he targeted the distance of the column, placed the distance in the GPS, and sent the data to the Base, "Sending coordinates now."
The radio was silent for a minute or so before he got a reply, "Sorry Lieutenant, all of our A-10s are currently assigned to other missions."
"Damnit, what other jet do you have that has tank busting capabilities?"
"Well, we have a few new FA-22 Falcons"
John grinned with delight, " Send them over, I need this column taken out now!"
"Right away, ETA: thirty minutes."
"Rojer that," John turned off his radios, ad had to stop himself from laughing. The new Falcons were the best fighter around. Scratch that, they weren't fighters, they had a whole class to them selves. Radar and thermal stealth, Super cruise, able to take out any target even if they can't see them. These jets we're the best to come off the designer's board. " I really hope I can fly one of those beauties," he thought to himself.
Thirty minutes later, John was still in his position, a little sore from the wait, but none the patient. He caught a glimpse of something, he looked up in the sky to see what appeared to be five Falcons, high above, he saw more glimpses, and they've fired their missiles. He watched them as they turned and went back the way they came. FAF missiles, you fire them and forget them, they always found their mark.
It was another minute before the missiles collided with the tanks, obliterating two-thirds of them, and badly damaging the rest, of course, killing the Freaks stupid enough to be walking around the tanks. He realized that this information needed to reach HICOM for the war. He quickly got out the radio again, switched the frequency to the private COM he used to feed information to HICOM.
"High Command, this is First Lieutenant John, I have some information for that would make the war much easier."
"Ah, Sir John, what can I do for you?" replied Walter.
"It seems Millennium is more nostalgic than we thought."
"What equipment did you find?"
"Not equipment Walter, weapons. Apparently Millennium is manufacturing World War two tanks again, Panther and Tiger models from what I saw."
"Oh my, this could prove trouble to the troops,"
"Indeed, I spotted a column not to far from my position, I called in an air strike to take them out before they could do anything to the troops."
"Wonderful John, I'll see to it that this information is distributed to the commanders."
"Rojer that," John turned off the radio, and stowed it back in his backpack. He took one last look around before phasing into the ground, on his way to his squad.
ZR: So, how did you like this chapter? Please review people! I know its annoying to do it, but please, it brings joy to my heart that people are commentating on my stories!