It is currently 11:20 in the morning, D-Day is to occur in 8 days, the Grimm have let off their advance for now, more elements of the 501st have arrived in the past hour.
"Sir all men are uninjured and accounted for," Jaune reported.
"Good good, would hate to start having to write letters to families this early into the operation," I said honestly.
"Hate to deliver them too," Adam said agreeing with me.
"How's Dog and Fox company settling in?" I asked Adam, "you last talked with them after all," I pointed out.
"They seem fine if at all a bit rattled at the sheer amount and ferocity of the Grimm, my request sir, once we finish the air field and the forward base, we should look into field training," he said sitting up straight.
"Field training?" I asked, that's new to me.
"Yeah, trial by fire as it were, once the recruits have gone through basic training we send them out here to get experience with the real deal, it's not like the beowolfs are gonna be shooting back at us any time soon," he explained.
"I'll send the request up to MacNamara, he's in charge of this army now," I said to Adam.
"Well yeah, but you still have special privileges," he mentioned.
"Which I will only use if absolutely needed," I pointed back.
"Fairs fair, but it would do the shinies some good," Adam said casually.
"Shinies?" I asked.
"Yeah the ones fresh outta training, no field experience whatsoever," he said.
"Isn't that like the entire army except for our company?" I asked sarcastically.
"Yeah, now you're getting it," he replied chuckling.
"Alright then," I said turning back to the maps.
I wonder how 1st infantry and 1st armored are getting along?
— with the infantry —
"Oum, this is gonna push us right to the dead line, keep pushing!" An infantry captain shouted from the back of a Sherman.
"Perez, how far is the 101st?" The captain asked the tank commander.
"About 18 miles due east, it'll be a while and we'll need constant alertness and movement, these mierda Grimm bastards aren't gonna let us get our jobs done too easily, luckily for us the return journey should be nicer, not least of which is thanks to the fact that the engineers are setting up constant machine gun emplacements to keep the Grimm off our backs," Perez said pointing at a makeshift bunker made from a foxhole.
"This is gonna be the death of me," the captain said.
— Airborne —
Ehh I'm sure they'll be fine
"Adam, how long will our supplies last?" I asked.
"Should last for the week, in any case we'll be ferrying in more supplies as the week goes on," he said getting up from his chair.
"Where you headed?" I asked.
"Grimm hunting, nothing better to do, and I could use the practice, gotta keep my skills sharp," he said walking outta the tent.
Perhaps I should look into getting teams RWBY and JNPR here to do the same, lord knows that Jaune could use it, and he's already here.
"Uhh sir, I just realized, what am I supposed to do about my classes," Jaune asked, placing his clipboard on my makeshift desk.
"I'll have Ozpin excuse you from them for the duration of the operation," I said not looking away from a map of the local area.
"Err right, anyways sir, the main mountain valley pass has been captured, and the new M1 mini guns the ordinance department wanted us to test has been set up along the forest line," Jaune reported.
"Good, good, those M1's should be a good boost of fire power for us," I said looking over the current plans for the base.
"It's noon by the way, O'Connor and his boys are cooking up shit on a shingle," Jaune said walking out of the tent.
"Shit on a-, oh wait hamburger gravy on toast, army classic I suppose," I said shrugging and joining him.
— S.O.S —
It is currently 2:00 in the afternoon, also the next day, the invasion of Mountain Glenn or D-Day will occur in 7 days.
I hit the audio recording button on my scroll, "this is MRA army captain, Brian Nash, reporting in, we have single handedly held off all Grimm attempts at a counter attack, though we expect for larger and deadlier Grimm forces to arrive in the coming days, request for 76mm AT gun, I repeat, request for 76mm AT gun." I take a breath, "There have been no casualties so far into our advance, that's not a good sign if history has anything to say about that. So far we've suffered a couple of minor scrapes and cuts, all of the men who were injured in that manner have been taken care of in the medical field hospital we've set up out here," I pause for a minute to compose my thoughts a bit, "any patrols we've sent out have generally returned with no reports of anything unusual, and in fact have been an opportunity for them to start mapping out the local area of anything of interest, so they've found multiple new species of various plants that have never been encountered before, and unless the Grimm can be plants now, they seem safe to eat. A couple of young hopefuls have been documenting local fauna and their interactions with Grimm, they seemed to be ignored, the few that weren't ignored seemed to have unlocked aura. Later today, hell as I'm recording this report Lisa lavender is arriving to show the world our current operations, Captain Brian Nash, over and out," I said hitting the stop button in my scroll.
A sergeant piped his head into the tent I was and spoke, "Erm sir the bullhead from vale has arrived, Lisa lavender's crew is currently setting up right now, you should prob-"
"Yes yes, I'll be right there," I said, cutting the sergeant off, getting up, I walked out of the tent and got my microphone cane from my inventory.
"Miss lavender," I said sticking my hand out.
"Mr Nash, I'm glad that you allowed us to broadcast this to the people of vale," she said shaking my hand.
"Yes, well if it were up to me I wouldn't have civilians in an area of active combat, lucky for everyone here at least we aren't getting returning fire," I said releasing my hand from the handshake.
"We'll try not to get in the way, just go about your day as you would if we weren't here," she said smiling.
"I don't see why we would have changed our behavior to begin with, we're out here fighting Grimm, not to become the next news sensation," I said slightly louder than was needed, what I needed to get the point across to the volunteers from that universe, I did have to call up help from across the multiverse, for one I wouldn't know how to train an army to save my life, I'm so glad I have that multiverse radio the more I think about it.
"Well then I'll be starting on my broadcast then, feel free to go back to whatever you were doing," she said walking to her news crew.
An alarm starts blaring in the base.
"Oh Jesus, what kind of fuckin luck- Everybody, defensive positions, new Grimm attack!" I shouted into a nearby intercom system. Something that we did manage to find time for to set up, funny enough.
Running to the nearest machine gun I man it and start to cut down the oncoming horde of beowolfs, seriously I don't know where Salem keeps these fuckers, either there are more Grimm spawning pools in the world than I know of, or the ones inside the grimmlands must be just constantly spawning thousands upon thousands of these and they're just scattered all along sanus.
"Keep firing men, make no retreat!" Dog company's CO shouted to his men.
Someone tapped me on the shoulder, I look behind me to find a sergeant, "Malarkey you here to relieve me of this machine gun?" I asked while firing.
"Ha ha, but yes I am," he said, taking over.
"Alright then," I said letting go of the machine gun, grabbing a Thompson from my inventory. I found a radio man in the trench.
"Greens get over here, call up vale air command and get them to send a VTOL-AT with the gun pods, any air support right now is appreciated," I shouted above the din of machine gun fire.
Giving his reply he ran off to a slightly more quiet location and started the call.
"C'mon boys, show em what you're made of," one of the CO's from a different battalion shouted, why we're all so condensed is beyond me, makes it easier to defend the area at least.
Looking out onto the field since I got a chance to review the battlefield I notice that besides young and normal beowolfs there are also alphas in this attack, "easy company wanna show Vale why we're the best? We've got alphas I this horde, show Vale why we'll be the ones to finish off the Grimm!" I shouted at the men, noticing the alphas they started to fire upon them, most of them landing their marks and killing them in one shot. Joining the action I fire upon the Grimm as well, mainly prioritizing the larger alphas.
So while I'm doing this mindless activity let me give a world of remnant like monologue about ammunition propellants. Since the beginning of humanity, or at least the written beginning of humanity, people have used dust to help supplement the old use of melee combat against the Grimm.
Utilizing the properties of fire dust, man created firearms and were able to hold off Grimm. Anyways that's the main gist of what I need to cover about dust, now firing ammunition loaded with dust has revealed to me that dust munitions tend to be a weaker powder load, thus the required powder load to properly kill a Grimm about the age of an alpha in one shot, the round would be the size of a .50 BMG round, which last time I checked was about the size of ruby's rifle.
Thanks to some quick maths, and a bit of field testing, I've determined that the optimal size round for use against grimm is 7.62x63mm or the US 30-06, convenient enough for me, I needed to have a standard round for my army, and 30 ought 6, is plenty good enough for me. One thing smokeless powder doesn't have compared to dust is its ability at larger powder loads to launch a person, mostly because it's just too dangerous, but dust does seem to function like a rocket propellant, especially the elemental rounds, gravity dust is the preferred round for launching persons.
Anyways where was I...oh right, me, army, grimm attack.
"Where's that goddamn air support!?" I yelled at the radio man.
"Coming in T minus 5 minutes, unfortunately the artillery is simply out of range, then perhaps we could have bombarded away the grimm," the radio man said.
"Good to know," I said, not looking away from the field of grimm.
It is currently 3:00 P.M., it's gonna be a long week.