Major Montogo cursed his luck for the third time in one day. His bad luck began when he drew the short straw and ended up at the rear of the convoy. It was about four o'clock Earth time and the two suns in the sky were both beginning to set in the east. Suddenly a message came down the line to halt the convoy; the rest of the details were lost in static. Montogo thought that an APC had thrown its track and needed to get repaired, but what he did not know was that the convoy had halted and the exact spot the Celebrate had wanted the Terran to the convoy was in place, now was time for the Zerg to attack. Montogo did not know the length of time that they would be stopped and for every minute that they did not move, he felt that more Zerg would mass at the rear. Montogo was smart enough to disembark half the men under his command and dig them in, in case of a rear attack. Montogo was paranoid and this time his paranoia would save his life again. The last remaining ultralisks combined with their smaller brethren came of the hill and poured into the rear position.
Montogo leaped from his command APC in time as a volley of no less the fifty spines hit the vehicle and destroyed it. He spun around quickly, with his finger on the trigger. He had no time to see the deaths he had caused because again he was running for his life. The expected weakened rear was unexpectedly fortified to a degree and the initial Zerg losses were high, but like all close combat fighters they eventually over-ran the human position and began to tear into the Terran. Montogo leapt up from his crouched position and ran to help troops hold part of the collapsing line.
Private Conto finger was going numb from pressing the trigger on his heavy machine gun to the point that the muzzle was almost melting. He had killed countless amounts of zerglings. His ammo indicator on his HUD was in the red and he had no remaining rounds. "Get down", yelled someone over the din of the battle. Conto gut told him to listen to the voice. He hit the dirt and not a moment to soon, just as he did about a hundred spines hit Conto position. Dozens were killed; a deep throaty roar was heard. Conto got back to his position only to see for the last time the charge of zerglings.
Montogo arrived to the collapsing line just as Private Conto and his platoon were killed. Montogo's remaining men were finished, but they had killed two of the three ultralisks. All around Montogo, troops and Zerg were killing and being killed. Montogo had no time to watch the battle, for he quickly became a participant when he was struck from behind by a zergling. Montogo should have died then had it not been for the trigger happy, private Conto. Who expertly shot the creature off without a dent to the Major's armor. The major and Conto quickly retreated up a hill to dig in with the remaining Terran, which sadly was less then thirty. Montogo looked around at the remains of his men; none of them were ranked above corporal. They had one heavy machine gun, two firebats and one missile launcher, and judging by the sounds of battle coming from up the road there would be no reinforcements. The first wave of zerglings made it to the base of the hill before the Terran could open fire, killing dozens within twenty seconds, but they kept coming.
Major Montogo could not believe that the Zerg were retreating, they were within twenty feet of the Terran line when the turned and fled. He knew in the back of his mind that the Zerg would be back and they would win, but for now all he could think about was the false sense of victory. The attack came within twenty minutes, at first it was only Zerglings, which could not get near the line, thanks to the hvy. Machine gun and the firebats. "Hydralisks"! Private Conto yelled out as twenty hydralisks appeared in the second wave of Zerg. Montogo hit the dirt as a dozen spines pierced Corporal Hyde's chest. At least three others were killed before the second wave was driven off, Montogo thought that maybe they had won and they would all live. He was sadly mistaken as a third wave of Zerg came. Targets were plentiful, even a blind man could hit something thought Monty. The third wave was being repulsed when the outline of the last remaining ultralisks loomed at the rear of the attack wave. "Take down that fucker if you want to live". Yelled Major Monty as the beast charged towards the line crushing Zerg underneath it. Gunfire was having no effect and the lonely rocket missed completely leaving no choice in Monty's mind. "Retreat for the love of Earth, fall back". Yelled Monty. It was to late as the monster reached the line and with a sweep of its tusks cut the hvy. Machine gunner in half and crushed two marines. The survivors were in full flight; a firebat's tanks ruptured engulfing him and another marine in fire. Monty dropped his rifle but could care less about that or the rest of his men. All he was worried about was his survival, which would get him killed; Monty had always stressed to the new men that if they remembered their training then they would survive. He forgot that day that training taught that when fighting the Zerg stay with a friend. Sadly Monty forgot that part of the training and ended up being digested by no less then three different Zerg as they ripped apart him piece by piece while he was still alive screaming in agony. It was a terrible loss of life for the Terran along the back portion of the convoy, four hundred marines lost, twenty tanks, ten APC's, and hundreds stranded fighting a losing battle. Only time would tell the outcome of the front portion and the outcome of the Terran strike.