Appia Highway, 2nd April, 2021 (1700)
They've been marching for days to end towards Italica, so far, they're no where near the city. The Knights are eager to kill some barbarian scum, who dared to invade the empire.
"When we arrive in Italica, we are gonna change the tide of war and invade their homeland, rape their women, steal their wealth and more!" One of them boasts, followed by cheers.
Bozes however, is worried about her friend Panache, she told her to send another messenger to the Rose Knights after arriving in Italica to confirm she has arrived safely, but right now, she didn't see any messenger in horses riding towards them.
Bozes can only hope that nothing happened to her friend, but deep inside, she thinks that maybe she has been killed or captured by the other-worlders.
I hope she's fine…..
1st Recon's roadblock (1800)
The sun is starting to set, it's orange light gleaming off the mirrors of the Humvees under the camo nets, birds high in the sky are returning to their nest, some wild wyverns can even be seen flying, the scenery is beautiful and tranquil.
Under one of the camo nets, is Simon, together with Gunny Mays and Lt Mistral, he is looking at a screen inside his Humvee, if shown to normal civilians, it would look like as if somebody tried installing their computer into a Humvee, Simon is looking at it intently while eating a MRE M&Ms. He is not playing games or watching movies, he and his superiors are looking at the BLUFOR Tracker, their eyes fixed on a logo labeled "1st MARDIV", slowly moving on MSR Tijuana. They're also looking at another logo, labeled "1st Recon Btn" , 35 klicks east of the "1st MARDIV" logo.
Simon points his right hand at the logo, his left hand holding the M&Ms.
"That's the 1st Division." Simon states, his superior still looking at the BLUFOR Tracker.
"Few hours ago on the comm nets, they said that they're moving into position to take Italica, but then they said they encountered heavy enemy presence along the way, which means that there's an enemy presence just north of our position, sir." He continues, turning his head towards Lt Mistral and Gunny Mays.
"I heard it too on the net, RCT-5 was engaged around 10 klicks away from Italica, heard they suffered some casualties, but no deaths." Lt Mistral spoke up, looking at Simon, referring to the Regimental Combat Team-5 aka 5th Marine Regiment.
"Has Godfather said any words on when are we are going to move out of this fucking shithole?" Simon asks, wanting to know if they're going to be stuck here doing roadblocks for the rest of the war.
"Sergeant, Godfather has no words on our present status and no words on when we might move out, he only receives orders from the Division's Commander, and from the look of it, Godfather haven't got any words from the General." Lt Mistral replied, smiling grimly, no one knows how long will they stay at the roadblock.
Just then, 2 Vipers flew over their heads, making shrieks as the kicked up dusts, heading towards Italica. The Marines, seeing this, pumped their fist into the air and yelled,
"Get some!"
Simon just stares at them, tired of the waiting and doing nothing at the roadblock.
"By the time we actually fucking move, nothing will be left anymore since the fucking Air Force and Marine Air Wing already blew the shit out of them before us." Simon remarked disappointedly.
"Such is the reality of war." Gunny Mays said, before leaving the camo net with the Lt.
From under the Humvee, a person pops out his head, his face full of white liquid as if he was in a gay porn, it appears he has been consuming MRE milkshakes, drinking it while lying down.
"Lemme guess, we got blueballed by the fuckin' chair force huh?" Evan said, crawling from under the Humvee, he has been listening to their conversation the whole time, before gulping down the milkshake, making a mess.
"Yeah, it's some fucking bullshit." Simon replied dejectedly, spitting on the ground.
"It seems like our dear battalion commander is trying to get us into the fight, isn't it? Too bad evey time he do that, he fucked it up, because we are gonna stay at this roadblock till the end of the war, because the enemy will totally comes to us right?." Evan sarcastically jokes at their current situation, trying to cheer his team leader up.
"Then we have our currently, half-depressed faggot-looking Sergeant and Corpsman, disappointed that they didn't get to shoot at bunch of Romans knock-offs in this fucking isekai shithole ridden with STDs and shit." Evan continues his attempt to annoy his team leader and corpsman for their looks, gulping down the milkshake in the process.
Hearing this, Simon and Doc Clancy immediately snapped their heads towards Evan, who's currently grinning, it isn't long before Simon responds to his attempt at trying to annoy him.
"Then again, if you didn't die because we don't get to fight some Roman knock-offs, I wouldn't have to deal with traveling to your fucking white trash incest-ridden town in some backwards Appalachian hillbilly Republican-state shithole, with the average IQ of a fucking room temperature, filled with testicle-faced, zit-exploding cowboys who fucks their daughter before going to rodeo every morning, whose mayor of the town repeated 2nd Grade 7 times and looks like some rotten-ass chicken popeyes, just to inform your family that you died after fucking a catgirl with STD and got your dick chopped off due to infection and dying of bloodloss." Simon immediately shot back, insulting him as a payback for calling him a fag, grinning while saying all of the insult.
Evan just laughs it off, happy now that he manages to provoke a response from his team leader, while Doc Clancy just stares at him from his seat. The Traveler meanwhile, is writing the whole insult into his notebook. Evan, not affected by the insult, continues.
"Yeah, you know what, I was wrong about my theory about sex and war, I found the real reason for why are we here!" Evan said, earning him the glance of Simon and Doc.
"Evan, please….." Simon tried telling him to stop to no avail, as he continues his newest theory on the war.
"We are here to capture Jeffrey Epstein, alright, don't get me wrong, Epstein DID kill himself to escape the Clinton Foundation, only to be reincarnated into this fucking Falmart shithole like one of those anime protagonist shit in isekai animes right? Except instead of a lazy-ass smelly social reject who haven't seen sunlight for a decade, it's a registered sex offender and a pedo. Think about it man!" Evan theorizes, ignoring Simon's plea, it seems that the mix of Rip-Its energy drinks and MRE milkshakes has made him very, very talkative.
"This area is like fucking dream for pedos, lots of bitches, underaged bitches and shit, the reason why Gate opened isn't so mysterious after-all, it was created by Clinton Foundation to capture Epstein for ratting them out, with fundings from Obama and Bush themselves, they decided to open it in middle of San Diego and disguised it under some mysterious Gate, so when Molt and his gang of retards entered the Gate, we would have a legit reason to go in and blow the shit out of everyone, trying to find reincarnated Epstei-!" Evan continues his non-serious rant, Simon cuts him off, staring at him with a death glare, his mouth however, looks like as if he's holding back a smile.
"Please, shut the fuck up." Simon bluntly asks him to shut up. Now that he manages to make Simon smile, stops his rant.
"Yes Sergeant~" He said teasingly, before crawling back into his fighting hole.
"Thank you"
April 3rd, 2021, 1st Recon's roadblock (0200)
Dow's 2-1 Bravo and Simon's 2-1 Alpha team are laying down just off the road, peering through their NVGs and rifle scope on the road, scanning for any possible enemy forces trying to pass through. The night sky is clear, giving a nice view of the space, unknown galaxies can be seen from the ground, stars can be seen high in the sky, their lights gleaming like diamonds from afar. The unknown galaxy they're seeing looks like the Milky Way, but way brighter, as a second galaxy can be seen too.
The continent is untouched by light pollution, making the night sky very beautiful. Occasionally, the Marines would see Aurora forming up in the sky at night, it seems like despite having a Mediterranean-like climate, Auroras can still be seen from the continent.
Traveler, Dow, Nathan, Doc Clancy and even the usually talkative Evan can't seem to stop admiring the night sky. It's not everyday for them to see this night sky clearly, occasionally, they'd see shooting stars, auroras and unknown galaxies, of course, being Marines they're, would wish for…..
"Kill some Romans." Nathan said, smiling at the night sky, he would wish he had a camera right now, to capture this once in a lifetime moment.
"Get some pussy that isn't ridden with STDs in Falmart." Evan joins in, he too is staring at the sky, squinting his eyes to search for shooting stars.
"Hentai Mangas that I ordered before we stepped off from Alnus." Doc Clancy wishes, as he can't jack off without visual aids.
Dow and Traveler stayed quiet, still staring at the sky, mesmerized by the beautiful sky. Only to be disturbed by Simon calling him, he seems to be staring at them two, at night, he looks like some sort of monster in the dark, due to the greenlights emitting from his PVS-15 NVGs.
"Dawg, why'd you disturb me bruh, I was just thinking of hoods back home, man, I was 'bout to wish for the hoods to stop blowing each other's up because of bunch of pimped up cars." Dow just shakes his head, before going back to his own business staring at the night sky.
"As if that's gonna happen." Simon replied, turning his head toward the road up ahead, looking through his ACOG.
"Shut up white boy, go eat a Baloney Sandwich." Dow shot back, his eyes still fixed on the night sky. Simon stayed quiet, not responding as he is busy scanning the road through his NVGs and ACOG.
"This is some nice view out here, man." Evan said, as he opened a can of Rip-Its.
"Except for the occasional artillery explosions." Traveler spoke up, artillery can be heard rumbling in the distance, possibly bombarding Italica.
"Yeah, but they're random." Evan replied, before downing a can of energy drinks to stay awake.
The night continues on for the 1st Recon Marines, doing nothing but observing the roads, and watching the absolutely beautiful night sky with artillery in the background. Sometimes they'd spot fighter jets high in the sky, on their way to drop bombs and missiles on Imperial Troops positions near Italica and Dumas.
Clicking on his "push to talk" button, he contacts Lt Mistral through his radio headset to report the lack of enemy contacts, despite observing the road for almost 3 hours now.
"Hitman-2 Actual, this is Hitman 2-1 Actual, we had our eyes on the road for over 3 hours now, no signs of the enemy trying to breach the roadblock, how copy? Over." Simon reports the lack of movement into the radio.
"Solid Copy 2-1 Actual, over." Lt Mistral replied immediately.
Next to their position are the 4 tanks of Centurion-1, their gas turbines sometimes disrupting the view of the night sky. Luckily, they turned off their engines this night to save fuel, and to not ruin the beautiful night sky.
Their turrets slowly turn from left and right, like a predator hunting for its prey, searching for any signs of enemy to report on, and maybe to kill some Imperials. But it seems like the Imperials isn't a fan of night battles, based on previous engagement, as the Marines have the night advantage. They, for all intent and purposes, own the night of Falmart. They're the new apex predator of the continent, even defeating the once legendary Fire Dragon with ease, treating it as some sort of minor inconvenience to their advance to Sadera.
Inside his tank, Lt Nick Connolly is looking through the Commander's Display Unit akas CDU thermal sight, while chewing on a gum, so far, they don't see anything yet.
He then turns towards his gunner, Sergeant Park, to ask him if he sees anything.
"Hey Park, did you see anything on the road? I see nothing, how about you?" Lt Connolly asks his gunner, turning his head towards him.
Park is on the Gunner's Auxiliary Sight aka GAS, moving the turret from left and right, seeing nothing but deserted roads and fields, with wild dogs feasting on the dead body of the suspected enemy spotter they blew up yesterday.
"Nope, I can't see jackshit, nothing." Park answered his question after some time, shaking his head to indicate that he sees nothing.
Just then, he spots something on the CDU, he immediately focused on something moving on the road, it seems to be a group of people, moving towards their position,
"I got possible footmobiles! My 11 o'clock!" Immediately after he said that, everyone in the tank tensed up, Park is looking through his GAS, seeing the figures, confirming his CO's suspicion.
"Yeah! I see them!" Park said, the turret turning towards the figures in the darkness.
"Do not fire, I need to tell Hitman 2-1 about this first." Lt Connolly orders Park to not fire yet, telling Simon's team about their findings first.
"Centurion-1 Actual to Hitman 2-1 Actual, be advised, we have possible footmobiles to your, 12, we count maybe 40 to 60, over." Lt Connolly spoke on the radio.
"Copy that, Centurion-1 Actual, I can see them, thanks for informing us, out." Simon replied on the radio, before going back to observing the figures.
Simon is looking through his ACOG, with Doc Clancy to his right, both of them are looking through their ACOGs while wearing NVGs. They're watching the 70 possible enemies walking down the road lazily.
"Doc, you see them?" Simon asks, wanting to confirm the number of the figures.
"Yeah, I counted maybe 73, 74 figures walking down the road, they seems to be unarmed." Doc Clancy immediately replied.
Getting on his radio, Simon immediately contacts Lt Mistral about their findings.
"Hitman 2, this is Hitman 2-1, we have multiple people walking down the roadblock, they appear to be unarmed, over." Simon informed Lt Mistral about the findings.
"Do not engage, I say again, do not engage, those are civilians! They're refugees from Italica, out." Lt Mistral immediately warns them, telling them they're not hostiles, but rather civilians fleeing the bombardment of Italica.
Hearing this, Simon and Doc immediately lower their weapons, everyone immediately looks at each other, it seems like they have to deal with civilians now…
Note :
GAS - Gunnery Auxiliary Sight
CDU - Commander Display Unit
BLUFOR Tracker - Blue Force Tracker, a display unit showing positions of friendly units
Fighting Hole - What Marines call Foxhole, they don't call them foxholes iirc