Standing on the wall, one could hear the screeching of the bugs as they move outside and then the air was filled with weapons fire as the turrets and those manning the wall opened fire on the advancing wave. Taking a deep breath through the nose, one man could smell the burnt skin of the bugs as they died and frankly it didn't worry him at the moment because looking behind him he could see the entire Sixth Division of the Mobile Infantry waiting for the gate to open again.
This would be the third time that they tried to open the gate, the first two times, right after the air wings took care of the Plasma Bugs, the ground forces were halted as the Warriors came out of the ground and rather than release his fellow soldiers, Harry had closed the gate and his men and women began to open fire.
Lowering his weapon, Harry moved behind one of his troopers as he keyed his radio, "General Iwasaki, I'm going to recommend that we hold off on letting you guys out."
"That is a negative, Captain," Iwasaki reply as he looked at the wall from the command center, "Heavy armor won't be here for another day, they got delayed again. Get me that damn gate open!"
Damn it that the second time this has happened, Harry thought as he resume his position and looked out to see another wave coming at them, "Warlocks, hold fire, it seems that I will have to deal with one."
Handing his weapon over to the nearest troopers, Harry lifted himself up onto the wall and turning towards the command center gave a wave as he back flipped off. Everyone watched as he got onto the wall and was in shocked as he jumped. Iwasaki had shock on his face as he flipped a switch and the external cameras came online in the command center while everyone else rushed up to the wall and looked out as Harry landed on the ground.
Hitting the ground, Harry looked at the wall before turning around and looking at the incoming horde. He had to admit that sometimes he did stupid things that a friend once called his "saving people" thing and he most likely did.
"Potter what hell you are doing?!"
"I'm doing my job, General" Harry replied as he removed his gloves and threw them on the ground, "We I give the word you open those gates and get everyone in formation, sir."
Time seemed to slowdown for everyone as Harry raised his hand and the ground shook as several statues rose up from the dirt. Potter himself took a deep breath as he looked at the seven figures, "Attero bugs."
At his command the dirt creatures moved forward and began to tear the bugs apart, Harry waited for them to get a few steps in front of him before his whispered, "Incendia Verbero."
Two fire whips appeared in his hands and everyone watched as he began to tear through the remaining bugs that seemed to consider him the threat. It was strange to see one man using this type of power as he moved into the enemy lines.
When he was far enough away, Harry yelled, "NOW, General!"
It only took two minutes for the gates to be opened and the Sixth Division rushed out and looked around in shock at the dead bugs. That shock didn't last long as regiments commander began to give orders to their commanders. Harry was breathing hard as he and his last three figures fought off the remaining bugs as a hail a bullets began to push them back further. Releasing the whips, which disappeared in the wind, Harry nodded at a few troopers as they moved forward.
He was so tired that he went to knee and tried to control his breathing before he felt a hand on his back, forcing him to look up to see a male medic standing beside him.
"Captain, I going to need you to sit down for a second," the medic said as he looked at Harry.
Nodding his head, Harry followed the man orders as he said down on the ground to allow himself to be checked out. Those two spells took a lot out of him and he knew it, however it still got the job done and he would use the remaining three golems to defend the base while also making more to back them up. He would not just rely on his troopers and the defenses, but would start using magic.
"Iwasaki to Potter, when you are up and better, I want to see you in the command center."
Harry just nodded his head, as another Medic came over and help the first with tending to the scratch marks that had appeared on his body.
Not that far from, Harry two platoons watched as he was help up and moved back to the base. Lieutenants Justin Willy & Jean Rasczak had to admit that whoever the man was he did a lot of damage to enemy. Jean was looked at two of his former students as they had shock written on their faces whether it was from the carnage or seeing their former High School teacher standing before him, he had no idea.
"Justin, watch out for Rico and Flores," Jean told his counterpart, "They one of my few remaining students."
Willy nodded his head and gave him a smile, "Don't worry Jean, I got them."
The two men nodded to each other as they began to move in two different directions.
Standing in one of the rooms on the medical deck, Harry was looking at his wrist as he rubbed the area. In the final days of the Blood Wars, a muggle scientist had come up with a way to give him more room in his fight and as a result combine his blood which was saturated with basilisk venom with Fawkes tears and his feather from the wand, however while he had the power he would get tired after using heavy spells and if he kept going for long period of times he could die. Military Intelligence has experiment on him when they found him frozen in the wilderness in Scotland and he was able to go longer with his spells and he was more powerful; so far there had been drawbacks, but he was waiting.
He was brought out of his thoughts as the door to the room open and Medic from Military Intelligence entered the room, this medic was his personal medic and went everywhere with him.
"So how bad is it Sergeant," Harry asked.
Staff Sergeant Letícia Ferreira Cunha stood in the doorway and looked at the younger looking man in her care. Letícia looked her thirty-six years old and just looking at her you could tell she was from Brazil by the way she spoke.
"It not that bad, for some reason everything seems to be back in balance," she replied, "However, I would recommend you start mixing it up more between your Light and Dark spells."
Harry nodded as he stood up and grabbed his shirt from the bed, "Okay, just update keep me updated, I have to meeting with the General now."
Exiting the room, the few troopers that Harry passed gave him nod as he took the stairs to the Command Center which was at the top of the Operation Tower.
The two troopers guarding the door that led to the inner sanctum of Sixth Division snapped to attention as soon as he neared the door. Nodding at the troopers, Harry entered the Command Center to find it a buzz of activity as the Sixth Division moved to establish outposts beyond Vanguard Base. Scanning the room, Harry found Major General Yumena Iwasaki standing at the center of the room looking at the graphic map and he looked to be studying the layout of the planet.
"You wanted to see me, General," Harry said as he came to a stop behind the man.
Looking up from the map, Yumena turned around and looked at the younger officers that stood before him. The General had no idea what to make of this officer simply because his service record belonged to Military Intelligence which played by their own rules. However, Yumena had to admit that Potter was not like any other officer from that division.
Closing the file that he had open, Yumena nodded his head, "Yes, I did. I want to personal thanks for securing us an LZ. Frankly, the brasses plans was but and believe I'm glad in this one instance that Intelligence took over this operation. However, we still have a war going on and with Sky Marshal Dienes retiring, there is a new game plan in the books."
"Since we have this foothold, Command has decided to take the rest of the system," the General replied, "Within the next two weeks, heavy armor will finally arrive to the planet to help the garrison unit out, however the Sixth Division will be split up to help the rest of the Mobile Infantry with the system."
"Oh, so the First Division was able to clear Zegema Beach," Harry asked.
"Not even close," Yumena replied, "the Federal Council has ordered the Fleet to just bomb the planet."
Shock came across Harry's face as he looked at the officer, "Sir, are they out of there fucking minds?"
"It policy, Captain," he replied, "If I could, I would send a recommendation to keep fighting, but scorched earth is what has been ordered. The Admiralty feels that if we can't get the planet, then the bugs sure as hell won't have it."
Harry released a sigh as he saw the logic in the choice, "I can understand that, but it doesn't feel right. So, what are my orders?
Before the general could open his mouth the speakers in the room came to life, "This is Wildcat Two-One, and we are at location 856.23-84.5. We are being overrun by bugs, which just popped out of the ground…need reinforcements…"
Harry spared a glance outside the window and noticed that the sun had set and the planet was now dark from night. He spared a glance at the General, "Sir?"
"Captain, get out there and save that unit," the man said, "I'm going to redirect, more units to them, but you have command. Crush every enemy you find, and bring them home, son."
Snapping to attention, Harry rendered a quick salute before he turned and exited the room at a run.
"Potter to Warlocks, suit up and meet me on the landing pad," Harry ordered after he click his radio.
As he entered the nearest armory, he found other troopers rushing to get their armor on and those that had it on were rushing out of the room.
"…Panthers calling for back…."
"Got assigned to…."
"Thought we had…."
…Not even close."
So it not just the Wildcats, Harry thought as he finished getting his armor on and checked his gear. Leaving the room, Harry nodded at several other officers as they rushed into the room to get their own gear.
Running down the stairs of the base, it took Harry a few minutes to exit the base to fresh air. Even thought it was night time, the landing pad was busy as troopers ran onto dropships and those ships took off into the darkness. Using his suit, he was able to locate his Company's IFF near the end of the pad.
He remained standing in his spot for a few second and took a few deep breaths before walking to them.
"Listen up, we have a distress call from the Wildcats," Harry said as he moved within speaking range, "Are orders are to pull them out, and we will pull them all out. We will bring them all home, no matter what. Am. I. Clear?"
"Yes, sir."
"Mount Up," he ordered as he moved toward the dropship.