This is the next chapter,hopefully I will do a sequel for this,it seems popular enough.
Does anyone think this is going to be DashxDima?.I dont know really.
Operation Thunderstrike part3-+2days:Sargent Dima.
"Uggghhhh".Dima began to come could smell the stench of death and even lying down the craters where the bombs fell were visable,the shattered skeletons of buildings entered his view. But still he could hear fighting.
He was hungry,on his own and throwing the lampost off himself and assessing the situation,Dima crouched keeping his profile low as the metal clink of tracks was heard in the distance.
The dream of him being in a place called Equestria had faded away.
"Come in..I repeat come in".The faint tell tell signs of a radio lifted Dimas spirits,he soon located the source.A dead Russian soldiers radio was still on.
Crawling his fowards and opening the dead soliders tunic,Dima discovered that the man was a regular,not VDV or GRU and he had strange hair it was in the colour of a to the bone now,Dima grabbed the dead mans radio,AK47 and of course his field rations.
But what was a regular soldier doing out here?,were they sent to clear up?,why did he have the same hair as that woman?.All these questions filled Dimas head as he munched on a sandiwich and drank his favourite alcohol:Vodka. "Come in command this is a field unit".Dima finished and worked the radio.
"Roger,this is 58th Army,second division,fourth battalion,sixth company field command,what is your... is your situation".An instant report came he needed to sound like a typical Siberian accent wasnt going to fool anyone.
"Backup needed,I have a platoon sized VDV unit in my location".
"Sending a task force now".
"Suckers".The sargent grinned he would catch a ride back home after announcing that he was Spetsnaz. Infact the sheer thought of being taken away from this hellhole was enough to make his legs feel better after taking the brunt of the lampost that fell on him.
"Ah,that noise must be the backup".The sound of metal treads prompted Dima to stand up and look his eyes,he saw the distant figure of a T72 mainbattle tank rumbeling towards him."This is a strange development...could be a escort".Dima reassured himself,even when the tank didnt stop until it was 50metres away from him.
"Stop!,I am Russian GRU Sargent Dima".Dima called out his number,rank and sign after that but still the tank didnt the cold relisation that its 125m smoothbore cannon was pointed at him.
Its treads started to 40+ ton tank suddenly accelrated at the was going to kill him.
Reacting quickly,Dima ran at the tell tale sound of a 125mm high explosive round being loaded and shut in the barrel,he jumped a fraction of a second before the tank fired its main gun.
The super hot shell just missed his crotch by inches,the burning wake left a mark on his legs but still Dima sprinted towards his goal.
The T72 was just a few metres away,but the gun stuck for that the Sargent jumped and clutched himself on it. Pulling himself up and running on the barrel like he was a tight-rope walker,Dima soon reached the turret.A hatch was open and a crewmans chest stuck out with a pistol in his hands he aimed and then fired.
The first shots missed,by then the second one ripped into Dimas rest thankully punched holes in his body armour but didnt make it all the way in.
"Battalion command this is tank 045,we are being unegaged by unknown hostile,support is requested!".The crewman had time to report before Dima blew his head off.
"Whos next?".
Dima spoke too soon,as the driver came out of his port,and a another hatch opened".Both crewmembers held out a knife and rushed at the from below and one next to him.
The spetsnaz man reacted with all that came out of a year of training and three years fighting,he threw a punch at the crew member on the turret,making him fall off. The driver came next,swining a poorly aimed knife attack.
In response Dima smashed his heavy boot into the mans face until he knocked him out.
The man who he threw off,came silently from his knife around Dimas assailant chuckled slightly.
"You look imagination my friend".Dima laughed back before twisting round and using the mans own knife to slit his throat.
The driver was then prompletly shot in the head. "That was easy,were you guys really trying?".
Dima then jumped off the crewless tank and walked towards the skeleton remains of a school.
The dream about the Poniestroubled him,was Dima going mad?,who was that rainbow Pegasus?.
And then the deja" vu" feeling of being knocked out attacked him again.
This time he wasnt fast enough.