When we finally got there, it was total chaos. There were eight tanks, and three helicopters. There were dead Marines everywhere. One of them was standing by a weapons stash. I guess he must be Sgt. Jackson.
"We got all of this from the guys who got killed, so some may be low on ammo. You'll have to check." he said. There must have been about sixty guns. They also had some grenades, and extra ammo lying around. They also had fireproof vests.
"This should come in handy." I said, grabbing one of the vests. I also grabbed a M16A4, a USP .45, a few frag and flash bang grenades, and put a few extra ammo clips in my pocket.
"Ready?" Price asked, fully armed. We all nodded yes. "Move out!"
We ran out there. It's a good thing that Truck grabbed an RPG, because soon as we headed towards the other Marines, it started to fire on us. Truck took out the gun, took aim briefly, then fired. "Hit!" Soap yelled.
The Marines were pushed back to Komsomolskaya St. I looked up Russian Street names on Google and found this one. We finally got to them. We got all the extra ammo we could find at the stash and brought it with us. We gave most of it to the other Marines. The Russians were about a mile away. We had time to prepare.
"Listen up!" Price said. "The Russians are almost a mile away from here. They could be here any minute. We need to prepare. I have an idea. Sgt. Jackson, who's your best sniping squad?" price asked. "That would be that one over there." he pointed to a squad in the very back.
"Okay, half of you go in that building, the other half, in that one. My guess is that the helicopters are going to get here first. We're going to get their attention, then you guys take out the three pilots. Understand?" Price asked. "Oorah!" They all yelled.
"Sgt. Jackson, who's your best tank squad?" "Those over there!" He pointed to the squad that was in the front lines. Price whistled for them to come here.
"You guys are going to be hid in the ally. So when the tanks arrive, we're going o fall back, so when they come close to you, shoot them with your rocket launchers. They won't even see you. Understand?" Another oorah.
"The rest of you, spread out. I want some of you behind us, ready to support fire, the rest, stay here and do your best to take out the Russians. Understand." "Oorah!" they all yelled. Even Sgt. Jackson yelled.
"Okay, get ready." Price said.