"RZUCONA ISKRA". (Thrown Spark)
30 September 2022 Imperial Polish Calendar 21:37:00
Captain Jan "Brytol" Cena
JW GROM
Outside the zone of Civilization, the Empire Gra Valkas. The continent of Maerica
"Contact, patrol, 6 targets. What to do Brytol?" Said over the CYRKON combat net Ensign Jan "Mydło" Tomaszewski, lying flat on the ground under a bush in the dense forest to Captain Cena, who commanded the unit, "Let them pass."
"Accepted." Mydło replied and tags appeared on Brytol's helmet confirming that he had accepted the order from the rest of the six-man Thunder commando team. Holding an SKW-89 Chlor sniper rifle was Szymon "Duch" Rilejski having a painted cadaverous skull on his triangular visor whose veil was always black in color. Behind him stood Grzegorz "Karaluch" Aleksandrowicz with his faithful CPM-8 submachine gun named Rura, the Karaluch himself is nicknamed unkillable and capable of receiving considerable wounds that would have sent anyone else to the afterlife long ago, hence the nickname Karaluch.
Next to Mydło, meanwhile, was the team's chief heavy equipment operator Aleksander "Cyfra" Mason holding in his hands his beloved UKM-10 which he called the Cleaner. Cyfra disgruntledly added through a combat net that the Valkasans wouldn't even be able to find if they knew it existed, "Captain, they're coming right into a perfect fire zone we could kill them before anyone knew about it, and so we have to storm our target later that it will be loud."
"Fuck Cyfra, I'm not fucked up enough to break through to the target while being searched by the enemy, if we have an opportunity to sneak in quietly, let's take it, later you'll shoot yourself." Replied Franciszek "Drewniak" Lóds standing behind the captain to his always narrated colleague.
"YES and these six will disturb us as we fuck up the base." He began to oppose, Brytol quickly interrupted the discussion "Silence, Cyfra do not make excuses, and you Drewniak do not provoke well you know how Cyfra has a short flight, at the base you will argue like ladies." With that, the argument quieted down and the six-man Valkasan patrol, which for the Poles in their equipment and uniforms I remind them of their grandparents from the Third Great Continental War also called the Second or as recently started the Third World War, passed completely without noticing the Commandos buried around the path, behaving relatively frivolously, joking around or bantering among themselves, they thought they had hit the easiest job in the world after the Summoning as they made their way to Arcadia, after all, who could have wormed their way so deep into the territory of the Empire Gra Valkas without being completely noticed?
Their language to the Poles sounded like complete gibberish and only thanks to the translation program in their helmets were they able to understand what they were saying, but it comes out so average, this was due not to the weakness of the translator this one was very good but to the fact that the Valkasan language was not completely broken and also in itself looked like someone took one of the human languages and completely twisted it using the rules of phonetics of a completely different language group.
Many language specialists in Poland were tearing their hair out because of this and the AI, despite the sizable advances made over the decades, was not and still is not able to bail people out of some things, especially when it doesn't know where to start because the person who wants to use it doesn't know either. On the other hand, there are so many people in the Empire that it is cheaper to throw them in a large mass than to use special AI.
As soon as the patrol left, the Commandos quickly dropped out of the bushes beside the path walking toward the base from which it was coming. The onward march was devoid of any unusual surprises, the advanced sensor system built into the commandos' armor formed an automatic system within the CYRKON network detecting every movement, sound and heat signatures transmitting the data directly to the helmets on the HUD.
Movement represented by a motion sensor called a "lookout" by Imperial Soldiers showed allies on an orange dial in the lower corner of the HUD using blue dots, enemies using red dots and the last group conventionally called neutrals using yellow dots. Allies were tracked using an armor and helmet-built two-piece set of self/alien indirection. Reds were detected that they didn't have it and the sensor system detected with extreme sensitivity in the absence of the enemy's own-alien kit, speech and other elements that were characteristic of the enemy-for example, given uniforms give off a certain amount of body heat. Neutrals are simply anyone whose sensors are unable to determine who they are, or the analysis yielded that they are animals.
Sound and its source were also shown on the HUD in the form of going from the center of small waves, while the development of thermal imaging and night vision has gone so far that not only have they become one and the same and can even be used in daylight, the corresponding program itself filters the image seen through the viewfinder.
The whole thing was powered by fairly sizable but not numerous batteries hidden in the armor and helmet that could be removed and recharged with solar energy relatively easily. Fortunately, each commando had three sets of batteries for replacement. One set allowed operation for a full 24 hours on full power all the time, when set on optimal power for 72 hours and economical for up to a full week. Although depending on the setting, not all functions would work.
Fortunately, the Commandos had no intention of staying long in Gra Valkas therefore they operated at full power. Therefore, they easily evaded every Valkasan patrol and lookout and any of their traps for uninvited guests were disarmed or avoided and, in the case of radio-programmed mines, reprogrammed to serve the Poles during the retreat.
And so like a shadow or the wind they reached their destination. Captain Cena and his squad arrived at a picturesque basin and in it their destination was hidden. A small research base Gra Valkas located among the Palachian mountains. Small but significant because it was a deception intended to hide the real base under the mountains.
Officially, it was a center for researching new means of defense against weapons of mass destruction. Unofficially, it was researching new means of attack with weapons of mass destruction. Pretty clever to hide it that way, right? At the end of the day, no one will ask unnecessary questions why new dangerous toys are being tested, after all, they have to do it to test protection for their own soldiers.
After all, we don't want those to be exposed to a nasty death from chemical, biological, cluster, thermal or nuclear weapons. After all, new weapons are a byproduct of research, aren't they, gentlemen?
That's why it took a while for Intelligence to figure out that something was amiss here. No less, although the air and satellite intelligence gave a fair amount of information, and the few agents of the Polish spy network in Gra Valkas passed on what they knew, it fell on the shoulders of the Cenas unit to find out what was going on here, and if suspicions were confirmed to do as much damage as possible and snatch as much data as they could.
"Well well well, we've got some good traffic here, let's have the captain take a look at it," Mydło said while lying on the cliff and looking at the base below through the binoculars built into his helmet.
"Transmit the image to my helmet," replied the Captain in the forest deploying light and small reconnaissance drone launchers LBSP-16 Licho with Karaluch.
"Roger" And after a moment on the commander's HUD appeared the Valkasan base in all its glory, Brytol ordered with his hand Drewniak to help Karaluch, while he himself looked at what Mydło sees.
"Indeed, we apparently hit perfectly on some remodeling. The Valkasans were kind enough to show us one of the main entrances. We won't have to wade through a ton of corridors and the occasional personal obstacle on our way to the warehouse." He raised his eyebrows in satisfaction.
"Launcher ready Captain." Karaluch spoke up, Brytol looked at the prepared equipment. A small drone that looked like a small aircraft powered by an electric motor was ready to fly into the sky. Unfortunately, in order to achieve the ability to carry it literally on their backs, the designers at WB Elektronika had to significantly slim down the whole thing making them a disposable drone with a very short operating time of barely two hours and a limited range of capabilities. In return, it can be launched anywhere, needs no lengthy preparation and is fully autonomous.
"Fire away, and have them map the area, when they do let them move away for a while, then they will serve as extra eyes for us when we proceed with the assault." The captain ordered.
Karaluch nodded and made the necessary preparations after which, with the help of Wood, he launched them high into the air. The four small drones quickly got to work, and thanks to their engines they were almost inaudible, although the noise below effectively muffled their sounds.
The chaos in the pit, combined with the relaxed attitude of the sentries, after all, what could get here made almost no one pay much attention to the Lichs flying in the air, and those few who noticed considered them mere toys that someone from the staff was playing with, after all, there were such small radio-guided planes and it happened that bored soldiers or researchers played with them from time to time.
The drones, meanwhile, intercepted everything down below, allowing them to effectively map and prepare a plan to strike the base for the Captain.
"It's all so simple, Captain. Too simple in my opinion. I don't like that we got here so easily, I feel in my bones that something is not right." Duch away, he stared at the augmented reality map of the base mapped by the drones, displayed thanks to his helmet.
"Are you a coward Duch?" chuckled Cyfra mockingly
"No." He replied rolling his eyes behind the viewfinder Duch
"What you're panicking about, they don't even know we're here. And with our technology, those grandparents might as well have blindfolded themselves and plugged their ears. They're in no position to know we got here. Well, until we make a brothel here."
"Calm Cyfra" The Captain spoke up after which he included the prepared plan on the map. "Okay gentlemen, the plan is as follows. We will divide into three sections, two assault and one support. Duch you lead the third support section you stay here" he pointed to a point on the map "you will cover us from above. And these places" corresponding markers "are your designated hiding places. The Karaluch will cover you."
"Myself and Drewniak as the first section will attack from here," he pointed to a green star located in the southern part of the base, "and push forward through ourselves to here," he indicated a large building going into the wall of the mountain. "There we will make a mess and turn off the base's electricity for good and divert attention for a while."
"Mydło and Cyfra, as the second section, on the other hand, will start from here" in the northern part, close to the mountain wall the blue star began to flash "and they will move towards the main entrance and secure it. We will join them when they secure the entrance. Then Mydło and Karaluch will be tasked with keeping help away from the entrance. You are to do this for half an hour after we go inside. Communication will most likely not be possible from the underground, so if we don't return by then, it means we have failed the mission and you are to evacuate to Sokole Oko."
"The assault, on the other hand, will begin when Sokole Oko fires on the base. Any questions?" Finished the argument Captain. None of the commandos spoke up.
"None? Good, then get to work. You have ten minutes to get into position."
Lt. pilot Mateusz Morawiecki
17 Special Operations Squadron
The base itself was arranged in an extremely charming corner, and immediately appealed to Mateusz. And the way the little people on its grounds were busying themselves was a sight pleasing to his eye.
It's a pity that as soon as he gets the sign he will have to blow it all to hell. Well, service is no second best, and for the sake of the Polish Empire, unfortunately, beauty must be sacrificed more than once for the Empire to prosper.
Therefore, sitting safely in the cockpit of the VLOT aircraft, CZL.75D Czajka, he admired as much as he could of the landscape visible through the glass before rocket fire fell on the area like a hammer.
There was something to admire, not far from the base there was a nice river that went through the forest, the base itself was located in a basin surrounded on three sides by the cliffs of the mountainside showing the stones and minerals found here and there that glittered from the sun hitting them.
The mountain itself, on the other hand, seemed to shine from afar, but because the land was difficult to access from land it remained largely untouched by human hand.
"Sokole Oko (Hawkeye), this is Barbara-6 how do you hear me?" The radio with the Captain's distinctive voice played, Mateusz turned off the zoom on his helmet and focused on the radio.
"Barbara-6, this is Sokole Oko, I can hear you loud and clear, what status?" Replied Mateusz confidently
"I am relaying the coordinates of the targets, did you receive?"
Mateusz quickly checked the data he received, he got a full map of the base with the targets marked, most coincided with those previously marked, only a couple were deleted or changed from the original map.
"Targets picked up, Barbara-6." Confirmed Mateusz
"Open fire in eight minutes."
"Roger Barbara-6, open fire in eight minutes. Over and out." Mateusz replied, then activated the targeting system and aimed at each target marked below and a few kilometers south of him.
He watched through the combat net as Cena's squad took their positions killing time, honestly it was too easy, the enemy didn't even have a chance to see him other than with his naked eyes provided someone ventured into this part of the mountains. And even if he knew, how was he supposed to stop a series of Grzmot (Thunder) missiles? He had barely mastered the basics of firing unguided rockets.
And as for the enemy machines, good riddance that any propeller-driven aircraft could have caught up to the Czajka let alone shot down this pretty big transport plane that could hover in the air like a helicopter. And Mateusz could have gutted them with his rotary 20mm cannon just as well with his eyes closed, letting the targeting support systems guide his hand.
Therefore, bored, he waited those eight minutes, hovering over one of the mountains of this mountain range, then pressed the button responsible for firing a series of four missiles, then again and again and one last time so that a total of sixteen Thunder missiles, in his opinion an exaggeration and a waste of money, would flash to their target.
If only every action looked like this one he could almost like the war. Almost, because he wasn't a psychopath or sociopath, and even the impersonality of what he did couldn't obscure one fact.
That he just slaughtered dozens of people effortlessly.
And today he was not the only one.
Ensign Jan "Mydło" Tomaszewski
JW GROM
"Oh it's just flying." Said Cyfra briefly, noticing on his helmet the symbol of incoming missiles, after which the Grzmots, true to their name, slammed sharply into the base startling everyone in it. After which more came to bring death, these fell straight on the magazines, one as Mydło noticed must have been full of some kind of special ammunition, because the explosion tore the magazine to shreds bringing death to dozens of people, because a whole bunch of contacts marked on the helmet suddenly disappeared.
Then the alarm sounded, but before it could do anything another wave arrived which blew up another part of the base while damaging the base's radio system, causing the siren to play intermittently, which played on Jan's nerves.
The last wave of shells arrived no less suddenly than the rest and blew up both the huge fuel tankers standing in the western part of the base and the support vehicles performing the same role and the fire of burning oil and gasoline contributed to shrouding the entire base in black smoke, a perfect veil for the Imperial commandos.
"Move!" He said to Cyfra and in the background, shots began to ring out from the Duch's sniper rifle, which began to spread chaos by shooting off officers, non-commissioned officers or anyone who tried to embrace the mess around them.
Both of them threw themselves into a run easily running down the slope to the base, they quickly reached the lickety-split netting meant only to mark the boundaries of the base, no one who built and designed this base expected anyone to get here by quietly slipping through unnoticed by base security.
Mydło quickly pulled out a bayonet-knife and turned it on after which he cut the flimsy wire with the red-hot blade with a couple of swipes as if he were cutting the air just as well, creating a breach in the mesh.
They then both walked quickly through the breach and headed toward their destination, a huge steel gate in the mountainside hiding the rest of the research facility.
Without much difficulty they made their way through the spreading chaos avoiding combat, thanks to their armor and airborne auxiliaries they could see the markers where the enemy was, although there was an audible echoing of rifles signifying that Brytol and Drewniak were being forced to make their way through the enemies to their destination.
It was only in the last meters that Mydło and Cyfra encountered resistance, running into a group of soldiers running out of the mountain.
One Valkasan immediately spotted the foreign soldiers and shouted "Enemy!" before Mydło opened fire into the crowd, followed by Cyfra. The enemy was initially suspended and the misstatement caused those to start looking for where the enemy was instead of falling to the ground.
Therefore, the two Poles managed to knock out half a group before the enemy began to move and counterattack with fire. Unfortunately, coordination lay and the officer who could coordinate anything was one of the first to die, and individual NCOs in the face of enemy fire were preoccupied with not getting killed.
Cyfra, in particular, took considerable credit for this by sending quick bursts from his machine gun at the enemy, mowing down some of them like grain.
Cyfra's heavy fire effectively prevented accurate Valkasan fire which made Mydło take down one by one as if it were a shooting range. It would be too easy if he could do that to everyone right?
Therefore, fate decided to make their task a little more difficult through a heavy machine gun position located inside the grand entrance. To be more precise, through two positions which effectively covered the entire foreground of the gate with their fire.
The gunmen, who only now realized that someone close to them was massacring their comrades, opened fire, forcing the Poles to seek cover, fortunately the smoke, which kept growing and hiding more and more, allowed the Poles to break contact relatively easily.
While assault rifle cartridges commando armor can withstand for quite a while without much problem, rifle cartridges fired at machine speed can no longer.
"Damn it, two HMG." growled Mydło as he hid behind the remains of the wall of one of the buildings across from the Entrance then joined up with Cena "Brytol, we have a problem, two bunkers are placed in the entrance!" HMG bullets flew over his head, the gunner apparently firing blindly.
A moment passed without reply before Mydło growled again "Brytol, it's Mydło, can you fucking hear me?"
It was only then that the Captain's voice rang out on the radio, "Mydło, this is Brytol, I can hear you, unfortunately we have a small complication, the matter must be handled by yourself."
"Kurwa!" Cursed Mydło then added over the radio, "Roger Brytol." He searched for Cyfra's marker and quickly found it hidden behind an armored car that had been turned on its side from an explosion, he sat on his ass and looked to the side looking for targets. Then he looked again at the entrance and the two bunkers. "Damn, we could use a grenade launcher but only Drewniak has one," he said. After which he huddled behind the wall again when some stray series, as he thought for a moment, flew over his head. Thanks to his helmet's systems, he had the flight paths of the bullets displayed as if on his hand so he knew where it came from.
Another series of bullets led him out, someone spotted him and started shooting at him. Very dense shooting, he counted four markers.
He let Cyfra know where he was and told him to hit them from the flank, while he himself went to a better position after which he opened fire towards the markers, fired a couple of rounds in their direction but only when Cyfra changed position did he see their silhouette frame showing how many silhouettes were hidden from his point of view.
He calculated the correction and began to shoot and Cyfra with his UKM supported him, quick commands and reports on the sectional channel through CYRKON together with the helmet's updated assessment of the situation through various markers allowed the two Commandos to easily stamp out a four-man team of opponents who, through the smoke and chaos, were not only demoralized but blind and deaf.
When they finished Cyfra joined him. "Then what's Mydło's plan? Huh? How do we knock down these bunkers?"
"I don't fucking know, look for some of their grenade launcher or guns." Replied Mydło to Cyfra, the latter only shook his head "Thanks a fuck, Mr. Obvious." After which he added under his breath, "Look for it yourself, idiot."
Mydło, on the other hand, was busy calling Duch, "Duch, this is Mydło, we need help, do you see anything that can be used to blow up a thick concrete wall?" He waited a moment before Duch's cool voice rang through his earpiece.
"Mydło, this is Duch, Wait, I'm checking." He said this calmly as if he were talking about the weather in single words. Meanwhile, another team of opponents ran into Duch and Mydło, which they had to deal with.
And in the midst of the shooting, Mydło picked out shots from Chlor Duch's rifle, and on his helmet he noticed after a moment a flight path coming from above. Loud shouts rang out from the crowd of opponents which most likely meant a sniper. And to Mydło's ears came the chill of Duch's speech again, "Mydło, this is Duch, I noticed that a couple of them had primitive recoilless guns with them. I took them down, marking their positions."
"Accepted," Mydło replied and on the ground in front of him appeared golden markers denoting weapons. "Cyfra, cover me, I'm going to get our new toys."
"Understood." Replied Cyfra, then started covering fire and Mydło went on the run using the smoke, Cyfra's fire support and Duch to get the weapons.
When he was right next to him, he felt bullets crashing against his cuirass, and a red arrow appeared on the HUD showing the direction of the shots, and a small simplified picture of all the armor on the right side of the HUD popped up showing the locations of the hits and the condition of the cuirass. He instinctively fell to the ground, then as soon as he targeted the marker he opened fire. He fired a couple of rounds at the enemy, as soon as the marker disappeared, he started crawling toward the marked weapon.
As soon as he crawled towards them another bullet hit him, this time in the right shoulder and bounced to crash on the asphalt.
"Got him!" He heard Cyfra's voice after which a short series with a distinctive bass flew over his head and removed the shooter. He took a quick glance at his surroundings then moved the rifle to the side using the belt attached to it and slung about his neck. He then searched for and took to place next to him two recoil cannons, a large and heavy damned thing that looked like a sewer pipe in rotten-green color, identical to the color of Valkasan uniforms after he began to look for fragmentation and demolition grenades next to the corpses.
It was not an easy job, he had to bend lower every now and then, the Valkasans insisted on shooting him down and in addition he had to check the cannon grenades themselves by feel, the Valkasan alphabet was one of those things that could be read without much difficulty, it was very close to Latin but had some features of Cyrillic, an ancient alphabet once used but eventually supplanted when Bohemia-Hungary conquered the Balkans in the Middle Ages after the fall of Byzantium and Poland conquered Ruthenia and effectively assimilated the Ruthenians with itself, hence the popular name pseudo-Cyrillic, but when the Valkasan language itself was a mess and their alphabet even more so what with the combination that few people know what the Cyrillic characters mean making it impossible to develop a fully functioning translator of inscriptions from that language.
Hence Mydło exerted his brain trying to figure out which grenade was which, fortunately the colored borders were somewhat helpful, only that as always in Gra Valkas they had to be the complete opposite of what they were on Earth. Which annoyed him, of course, as did all of Gra Valkas which was so similar and yet so alien.
He searched like this for a long moment before an unpleasantly close shot flew over his head, too close in Mydło's opinion. Although the latest-generation infantry armor designed for the Imperial Army's Commandos was the absolute pinnacle of resilience, well, at least until a new one was developed, it was nevertheless not durable indefinitely.
That's why he quickly took the bag unbuckled from one of the dead around him, tossed everything inside and loaded the recoilless cannon grenades inside. Of course, he knew that this wasn't allowed, and if something hit the bag it would turn into a one-man rocket at best, and at worst into armored shreds of flesh, but he didn't have much choice.
He threw the bag strap around his neck, then took the two guns in his hands and set off at a run back to Cyfra. During that run, he had the opportunity to feel his back being caressed by the Gra Valkas rifles, but luckily he managed to fall back behind cover when a series from an HMG flew toward him easily splitting bricks like a watermelon's baseball bat.
"You and your damn luck." Mumbled Cyfra noticing this out of the corner of his eye. After which he took one of the cannons from him. "So this will be our opener?" He began to look at the cannon before expressing his opinion, "A gaudy old piece of junk. It reminds me of those old Arcadian bazookas from the Third Continental. My great-grandfather brought one home as a souvenir, if I remember correctly he acquired it when he fought on the Zamorian Front with the Arcadians."
Mydło rolled his eyes at this time put down the bag and poured out the contents "This is not the time for family memories Cyfra, your grandfather from Alashka."
Here Cyfra interjected "Zamorze!(Zamorian) Not Alaska!"
Mydło waved his hand "Whatever you call it, help me with this shit." Only now did Cyfra notice the scattered cannon grenades. After a quick look, without hesitation, he took a grenade from the ground with a pink ring in Mydło's opinion, "This one" Cyfra spoke up
"What's this one?" Mydło asked bluntly
Cyfra snorted "Are you looking for demolition ones?" Mydło nodded "It's the ones with the purple ring that are the demolition ones."
Mydło raised his eyebrows "Are you sure it's not pink?"
Cyfra made an ungainly face "Seriously? Are you asking that?" Mydło looked at him without saying a word and above their heads the remnants of the upper floor were hit by ordinary infantry grenades fired from a grenade launcher and dust and remnants of bricks, blocks and plaster fell on their heads.
"Okay you're right." Mydło admitted after a moment and then when he had taken a brief look at the situation in front of him he turned to Cyfra as he began loading the cannon "And how do you know it's demolition?"
Cyfra didn't answer right away, instead he put the cannon on his shoulder, tilted his head to aim through the sight then checked for something behind him. Then when he was sure it was safe he aimed and before pulling the trigger tongue said, "I just like to paint." Mydło sensed the irony in his voice before the bullet flew out with tremendous power straight at the target.
Cyfra apparently got pretty lucky, the bullet hit the target, although Mydło didn't notice that anything had happened to the bunker but the explosion and the very strong swing from the star of the rifle barrel combined with the loud but muffled sound of the explosion betrayed what had happened. Mydło whistled in awe, "That was the shot in a million."
"Right? And what a landscape I had to make!" Laughed Cyfra mischievously after which Valkasy decided to respond, or more precisely, the twin machine gun position which decided to fire at the position from which it was fired. Nevertheless, the flash from the back of the barrel pierced through the smoke with ease.
Cyfra fell to the ground immediately as soon as the first bullets smashed into his armor. "Damn they're fast." He chuckled as he stopped breathing quickly.
"Like armor?" Mydło was concerned
Cyfra waited a moment before chuckling, "On normal, it was close but nothing got through. Although I don't recommend it, it hurts a lot when you get hit. Like a blow to the solar plexus from an experienced boxer."
Mydło nodded with understanding, then a bolt of bullets rained down on their hiding place, the swish of flying bullets was unpleasant as hell and the splintering shrapnel although they could do nothing to either the armor or the protective layer under the plates annoyed them both.
"Okay, we're changing the position. The bastards will shoot like crazy at this position." Mydło said repeating himself. Cyfra just nodded without paying attention.
Both Commandos limped off and took all their equipment with them, the launchers were thrown on their backs and the grenades were taken by Cyfra, who just happened to have room for them, ammunition was rising at an alarming rate, moving out of the building, Mydło, who displayed a minimap of the area on his HUD, led the way to another building. He intended to sneak across to the twin of the current building on the other side of the road.
So they bounced out of the entrance, further not sure why Valkas didn't close it, and headed down from the top to use the big hall when they passed a couple of buildings to sneak to the other side and back up again.
The plan was as simple as building a cepa, the problem lay elsewhere. In its execution, to do so they had to break through the Valkas soldiers running around like headless chickens looking for them. Even though the base's entire communications with the world and all units in the area had been cut off...
No that's the wrong word, a better one was replaced by fake. The specialized AI aboard the Sokole Oko controlled by the team's specialist hacked into the Gra Valkas channels, ripped all the voices and style of speech of everyone it acquired and began repeating with the help of synthesizers and the original posts were temporarily removed from the communications network of the Gra Valkas Imperial Force by the AI.
Unfortunately, due to the fact that language poses some problems, in fact the AI was forced to repeat the commands it heard in various forms and the whole point was that the command hoped that by the time anyone realized from the Valkas that something was wrong, they would have escaped.
Unfortunately, while the Poles could simply take away their opponents' wireless communications and sabotage cable communications, they could not get rid of couriers or simply noise.
This would require a much larger number of soldiers and, after all, the Poles care about speed which a large troop contradicts.
Well, and they had to perform many different such actions at one time, Gra Valkas stupid were not. They are well aware that this is the work of Poland. Thus, about ten and a half thousand Polish commandos scattered over the vast territory of Gra Valkas that day carried out hundreds of different actions of sabotage, assassination or simple terror in one blow to break the organized system of the Empire.
That's why Mydło and Cyfra had to make their way through a whole lot of enemies, running into the first ones just after sneaking into the corner of the next surviving building this time. "Contact!" Shouted Mydło after which he opened fire and Cyfra behind him pulled out a concussion grenade and threw it after a moment.
He then dashed running ahead and fell to the ground in the middle of the passage to open fire with his UKM. A couple of rounds later, all the Valkasans were lying dead or languishing wounded, the commandos felt sorry for the bullets on them.
"Madman!" Threw Mydło to Cyfra after which they both moved forward again to the big hall. There were no skirmishes at the side entrance to the hall and on the way there, the smoke in the area was very thick that only the markers on the HUD and the minimap allowed one to know where they were going. And a closed circuit was activated in the armories cutting off the unpleasant smell of burning oil and gasoline.
When they reached the side entrance Mydło only stuck his head in slightly, the door was already open for refreshment before he said, "Damn."
"What happened? A lot of them there?"
Mydło shook his head in response. "That's not it, there are some of them yes but they are all dying. And I think I know why." Whereupon he walked inside as if nothing had happened, giving the sign for Cyfra to follow.
Cyfra followed and got sick to his stomach as he saw what he saw. A whole lot of Valkas, a good portion of them not even soldiers lay dead, and only a few were still alive but their moans and animal cries betrayed that they would soon join them. Those who had the misfortune to live on were men in gas masks and some were in full protective gear.
But it didn't help them much, in some cases walking forward he noticed that something had melted plastic and metal. Only after a while did the yellow marking on the HUD pop up all over his viewfinder and to his ears through his headphones a male bass said.
CONTAMINATION DETECTED!
SECOND LEVEL BIOLOGICAL WEAPONS
LEVEL THREE CHEMICAL WEAPONS
I RECOMMEND EVACUATING AND CALLING IN THE CHEMICAL TROOPS!
REMAINING TIME 09:45
"What happened here?" He asked dully looking at the counter
"This!" Mydło replied, pointing through the markers to two trucks with loaded barrels and barrels around them and a sizable hole above them.
"Fuck." Replied Cyfra simply, "Then what do we do?"
"Nothing, let's get the fuck out as fast as we can by going through the hall avoiding those two trucks where it started, now we know why no one was around here." Said Mydło coolly calmly.
Cyfra nodded as he looked at one of the maybe living or maybe dead Valkasan, the poor guy tried to protect himself with his mask but apparently the material it was made of interacted perfectly with the chemistry in the air melting the mask, then melted his clothes and skin which surprisingly lasted the longest, while a river of blood and bile could be seen all around him.
He didn't know Cyfra why or why it was created, but the effects were nightmarish, and all in all, the weapon could be that quite effective in eradicating the living without much disturbance of heavy equipment, the mask that melted on Valkas' face began to immortalize his features like some kind of sickly death mask.
Only the fact that he wears the heavy combat armor of the future in which dedicated protective gear is very situational and the ordinary soldier already has very effective protection against such inventions protects him from the threat around him. Well, and apparently this weapon performs poorly against non-metal, there are no reports of damage to the plates and the outfit under them which are made of armored graphene.
Cyfra then hurried after Mydło staying away from the center of the problems there the effects were worst and some of the bodies really began to look like from some horror movie. And after all, a few minutes ago there had been a shelling of this position!
As soon as they reached the end of the hall Cyfra broke the silence "Mydło you know what?"
"What?" Mydło asked, checking the exit to make sure it was safe.
"As soon as we complete this mission, let's ask for this place to be nuked, the damn thing can't escape from here."
Mydło shrugged his shoulders "Whatever you think. Though I doubt General Shepherd will be pleased with this request." After which he glared at him "After all, no one fires nukes at some base in the middle of nowhere at the request of a mere sergeant because he saw a terrible weapon of mass destruction."
"On the other hand, this explosion could spread the damn thing further. God only knows what will happen when you combine it with nuclear weapons, and I'm not going to try. We don't need real Supermuntants here, let them remain fiction." Mydło continued as they exited the hall and moved sideways to the back entrance, this time running.
"You have ri..." He paused when they ran into more enemies. "Contact! Enemy in front!" Cyfra shouted.
"I see! Hit them!" growled Mydło firing his rifle, Cyfra mouthed after a moment joined in and all thoughts and nightmare thrown into the back of his brain. Military discipline and indocrination took over again.
The shooting was short-lived, there was no chance for the Valkas, they could barely see the Poles and could only pierce their armor without solid firepower.
After which the Commandos moved again, found more defenders, another shootout which was an execution for the Valkas, and so on and so forth until they reached the twin of their former hideout. Without further ado, they threw grenades inside just to be safe, then broke in.
It turned out that no one was there, and the building itself must apparently have been someone's house or a recreational building. Unbeknownst to all, the grenades had done a lot of damage.
They then proceeded to look for a window from which the second bunker could be seen, after which they opened the window and tore down the curtains to keep them out of the way. They then loaded more grenades into the cannon.
"Okay, we'll take turns shooting, I doubt we'll get as lucky as you did then Cyfra." Mydło instructed after which he positioned himself aimed and fired. And the dust and smoke from the back of the launcher covered the entire room. Fortunately, the armor went into closed circuit again, so they didn't take much damage.
"Did I hit it?" Cyfra looked through another window into the entrance. "Yes, but you only damaged the wall."
And when he saw how some of the opponents began to point to their new hiding place "And you put a stick in an anthill, there will be a lot of them here soon."
"Don't talk just shoot!" Mydło retaliated by reloading the cannon. Cyfra complied with the order but the fired grenade changed course and hit the oncoming crowd of enemies spreading them across the concrete.
"Fuck, miss." growled Cyfra then looked at the launcher wanting to see if something was broken.
Mydło at that time fired and hit again but this time he hit the bore straight through which tore it apart and damaged the barrel. "A hit, pretty fucking accurate this scrap."
"Speak for yourself, okay?" Replied Cyfra in the face of figuring out what went wrong, then dropped the already unnecessary cannon and took his UKM in his hands again. He then leaned with his bipod against the parapet and began firing at the approaching Valkas.
Mydło reloaded once more after which he fired a scare shot inside the entrance and when he spotted the mechanism closing the Gate he decided to damage the whole thing just to be safe. Although all in all he was strongly puzzled why none of the Valkas thought it necessary to close the entrance.
Although on the whole the explanation was simple, no one expected an attack so fast and deep without detection hence there was a certain amount of slack which gave a fair amount of error in the threat. Not the first time in military history, by the way. The unsuccessful first expedition to the island of Borneo in 1867, when General Stanislaw Koziej, commanding the entire expedition, allowed himself to be outgunned and beaten by a band of natives armed with weapons dating back to the 16th century, while having the most modern technological achievements himself, the first machine guns, semi-automatic rifles or modern artillery. Literally everything that could go wrong did go wrong. Even the most basic procedures were not followed because Koziej decided they were unnecessary and when disaster struck he couldn't handle anything and forgot a lot of things.
Of course, he later tried to save himself by putting the blame on others, but the hand of imperial justice is long. He was sentenced to death through unnecessary labor in the penal colony of Alaska and his property was confiscated and distributed to the victims of his actions protecting his own ass and his failure in Borneo.
Since then, procedures are always followed to the letter, and every officer and non-commissioned officer and even an ordinary private is guarded from their knowledge and ability to apply in any situation and adapt existing procedures to a new unforeseen thing. There is no word, I forgot in the dictionary of the Polish soldier.
Mishaps do happen, no less, but never on such a scale as back then, and almost never again have such drastic steps been necessary.
Therefore, despite everything, Mydło noted in his mind every event of today, every such illogical action and shortcoming, it gave a true picture of the state of the Imperial Armed Forces Gra Valkas and not what they tried to sell to the Poles. And this here they will collect could make a lot of difference and save time and trouble well into the future.
No more Third Great Continental War. For the Polish Empire, this war was too much.
And with this thought, Mydło moved with Cyfra ahead inside when they cleared the entire foreground and entrance of enemies. They quickly reached the gate's wheelhouse located just behind the bunkers but separated by another wall of concrete, pacified the operators and disabled the whole thing.
"Here Mydło to Brytol. Gate seized, we are waiting for you." Mydło reported after making sure nothing could prevent them. All in all, it was an unsettling feeling, with almost no one inside. Which made Mydło very curious, wouldn't it be more logical to just hide inside the mountain?
"Understood Mydło. We'll be here in five minutes, it'll take us a while. Keep an eye on the entrance. Over and out." The Captain replied and the sounds of fighting could be heard in the background.
"Well, we'll wait, won't we Cyfra...?" Mydło started to say but interrupted as he saw that his colleague was anxiously looking at the trucks lined up inside the huge underground hall.
"What's going on Cyfra?" Mydło was surprised but Cyfra said nothing instead he approached one of the barrels then noticed Mydło on his HUD that Cyfra was scanning what he was seeing and taking pictures.
When he finished he said just one "Kurwa." Then he turned to Mydło and added, uncovering his face, "You won't like what's here. It's worse than Medziugore."
Mydło, hearing this and seeing how seriously Cyfra was looking at him, only nodded, "Go ahead."
Cyfra explained in short words what he meant.
Indeed, Mydło did not like it. Medziugore by the way was an unconscious detrimental action by the way.
And yet Medziugore to this day is an Exclusion Zone because of the contamination there.
Mydło to this day has not forgiven himself for the disaster.
Oops, something else came up, though. Though all in all, if it had been COD it might have been more vivid. It would have come out better in the game.