seanos08
Monarch
Great story so far. Why no Beserkers in the story? Their attack value is as good as infantry.
The Great Patriotic War
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The reason there are no berserkers is because at thispoint Scandinavia's army has been completely modernized.
After the skirmish in the pass, the 14th infantry army arrives at the hills surrounding Sidi bou Zid. Called the ‘Key to Carthage’, Sidi bou Zid is a road town. Controlling it will allow the Scandinavians access to almost any city west of the mountains. Ragnar orders the 14th to take the town, all or nothing.
I looked through my A-1 sights, keeping the scout in my line of fire. It was night, the only conditions favorable to the assault. We were going to start soon I knew, and frankly I was dreading it. Our tanks couldn’t move into the hilly ground, which meant no real cover. We would have to run across an eighth of a mile of open ground before we reached the town. We had only two advantages. Surprise, and the experienced artillery men of the 375th Colonial Egyptian artillery.
We waited five minutes, then ten. A shot rang out. “Open Fire!” I fired twice, the scout’s body jerking with each shot. All across the line we opened up, raining lead on the town. The enemy’s forward scouts were shot down in a matter of seconds. Our mortar men set up our small 60mm mortars, and began to blast away at the town, hoping to give us some covering fire. “14th infantry, advance!” I scrambled up and ran towards a long frozen irrigation ditch. The Mayans opened up with more weapons fire than I had ever seen. MG fire raked our line, mowing us down by the score. We made the first ditch, then the second and third, but casualties were high. Artillery began to hit us. I lay at the lip of the ditch, firing my A-1. “Since when could those Mayans shoot this good?!” A man behind me asked. A radio man yelled, “Hey, everyone pop smoke, we’re bringing in close air support!” He brought the receiver up to his ear, occasionally saying something-I couldn’t hear.
There was one thing I learned that night. Fighters don’t fight. They murder. Once our lines were marked, Scandinavian fighters roared out of the night sky, all six .50 caliber machine guns firing. The bullets were armor piercing, which meant the bricks the buildings were made out of were no deterrent. The buildings were being shot so much they almost appeared to be sparkling. Some of the fighters also dropped bombs powerful enough to greatly damage the buildings they hit. Small arms fire halted. “14th, move, move, move!” We rose out of the irrigation ditch, some pausing to fire, but most just running. I made it to the out skirts of the town, sliding into the wall of the closest building. I leaned around the corner, and fired my rifle at the black shapes moving from house to house. Behind me, a radio man and an officer came to the building, the officer leaning above my crouched form and firing, the radio man calling for artillery. He got it. We had never really had big guns on our side. The 60mms were all that we had ever worked with. Now, for the first time, we saw the sheer power of a 120mm howitzer barrage. The shells tore through buildings, and barriers, and the men of the 375th kept a heavy rate of fire on the Mayans.
I shoved a clip into my empty rifle, and fired again and again. We slowly advanced, the Mayans shooting at us with anything they could. Our gains were measured in yards. We also discovered a new danger-The Mayans had placed land mines. We came to a fork, and the hundred men who went down the left fork were killed by the Mayan shrapnel mines. We wisely went to the right. Dawn began to rise, and we still hadn’t captured the town. Mayan snipers and machine gunners would run across plank walkways to get from roof to roof. Our attack slowed, and then it stalled. “Where the hell are our tanks?” More than one man asked, and I agreed. Even this hilly terrain couldn’t delay them this long. Myself, the officer, the radio man, and three others were in an artillery crater, firing on the Mayans when ever we could. A low rumble came as if answering our question. A Scandinavian heavy tank rolled into the street, the turret swiveling, taking aim at a house where the Mayans had been using an MG on us. The turret barked, and the lower half of the house was destroyed in a flash of fire and dust. The tank turret swiveled back, and it rumbled on down the road. We looked to the radio man. “The Mayans are in retreat.” He told us, a large smile on his face. “Even better, our fighters are catching them as they cross the river.” We all smiled grimly, remembering the destruction those fighters had caused earlier. Mayan resistance had greatly slowed, so we, along with many more soldiers, got to the edge of the town, firing our rifles at the retreating Mayans. The 375th began firing again, and their shells cut down the Mayans. “Run you traitors, run!” I yelled, firing my rifle. A light machine gunner set up his tripod further down the line, and gunned down the fleeing Mayans efficiently. Then it was silent. We began to go through out the town in kind of a stupor, shocked at how the Mayans had resisted. Our bombers flew over head, and many of us cheered, waving our wool caps at them. A Scandinavian flag flew at the governor’s home. Even better, we found an entire cache of Mayan whiskey. That night, we drank to victory.
Epilogue: Convinced that Carthage will inevitably go back to the Scandinavians, Ragnar pulls the 14th off the line two weeks later. After the battle at Sidi bou Zid, the 14th’s casualties in Carthage had reached almost 30,000, the most in one army. They are resupplied, reinforced, and relocated, this time to a rallying point in the Mariana island chain, one hundred miles away from a Mayan colony. Though they don’t know it, they are going to be some of the first Scandinavians to set foot on the Mayan homeland.
After the skirmish in the pass, the 14th infantry army arrives at the hills surrounding Sidi bou Zid. Called the ‘Key to Carthage’, Sidi bou Zid is a road town. Controlling it will allow the Scandinavians access to almost any city west of the mountains. Ragnar orders the 14th to take the town, all or nothing.
I looked through my A-1 sights, keeping the scout in my line of fire. It was night, the only conditions favorable to the assault. We were going to start soon I knew, and frankly I was dreading it. Our tanks couldn’t move into the hilly ground, which meant no real cover. We would have to run across an eighth of a mile of open ground before we reached the town. We had only two advantages. Surprise, and the experienced artillery men of the 375th Colonial Egyptian artillery.
We waited five minutes, then ten. A shot rang out. “Open Fire!” I fired twice, the scout’s body jerking with each shot. All across the line we opened up, raining lead on the town. The enemy’s forward scouts were shot down in a matter of seconds. Our mortar men set up our small 60mm mortars, and began to blast away at the town, hoping to give us some covering fire. “14th infantry, advance!” I scrambled up and ran towards a long frozen irrigation ditch. The Mayans opened up with more weapons fire than I had ever seen. MG fire raked our line, mowing us down by the score. We made the first ditch, then the second and third, but casualties were high. Artillery began to hit us. I lay at the lip of the ditch, firing my A-1. “Since when could those Mayans shoot this good?!” A man behind me asked. A radio man yelled, “Hey, everyone pop smoke, we’re bringing in close air support!” He brought the receiver up to his ear, occasionally saying something-I couldn’t hear.
There was one thing I learned that night. Fighters don’t fight. They murder. Once our lines were marked, Scandinavian fighters roared out of the night sky, all six .50 caliber machine guns firing. The bullets were armor piercing, which meant the bricks the buildings were made out of were no deterrent. The buildings were being shot so much they almost appeared to be sparkling. Some of the fighters also dropped bombs powerful enough to greatly damage the buildings they hit. Small arms fire halted. “14th, move, move, move!” We rose out of the irrigation ditch, some pausing to fire, but most just running. I made it to the out skirts of the town, sliding into the wall of the closest building. I leaned around the corner, and fired my rifle at the black shapes moving from house to house. Behind me, a radio man and an officer came to the building, the officer leaning above my crouched form and firing, the radio man calling for artillery. He got it. We had never really had big guns on our side. The 60mms were all that we had ever worked with. Now, for the first time, we saw the sheer power of a 120mm howitzer barrage. The shells tore through buildings, and barriers, and the men of the 375th kept a heavy rate of fire on the Mayans.
I shoved a clip into my empty rifle, and fired again and again. We slowly advanced, the Mayans shooting at us with anything they could. Our gains were measured in yards. We also discovered a new danger-The Mayans had placed land mines. We came to a fork, and the hundred men who went down the left fork were killed by the Mayan shrapnel mines. We wisely went to the right. Dawn began to rise, and we still hadn’t captured the town. Mayan snipers and machine gunners would run across plank walkways to get from roof to roof. Our attack slowed, and then it stalled. “Where the hell are our tanks?” More than one man asked, and I agreed. Even this hilly terrain couldn’t delay them this long. Myself, the officer, the radio man, and three others were in an artillery crater, firing on the Mayans when ever we could. A low rumble came as if answering our question. A Scandinavian heavy tank rolled into the street, the turret swiveling, taking aim at a house where the Mayans had been using an MG on us. The turret barked, and the lower half of the house was destroyed in a flash of fire and dust. The tank turret swiveled back, and it rumbled on down the road. We looked to the radio man. “The Mayans are in retreat.” He told us, a large smile on his face. “Even better, our fighters are catching them as they cross the river.” We all smiled grimly, remembering the destruction those fighters had caused earlier. Mayan resistance had greatly slowed, so we, along with many more soldiers, got to the edge of the town, firing our rifles at the retreating Mayans. The 375th began firing again, and their shells cut down the Mayans. “Run you traitors, run!” I yelled, firing my rifle. A light machine gunner set up his tripod further down the line, and gunned down the fleeing Mayans efficiently. Then it was silent. We began to go through out the town in kind of a stupor, shocked at how the Mayans had resisted. Our bombers flew over head, and many of us cheered, waving our wool caps at them. A Scandinavian flag flew at the governor’s home. Even better, we found an entire cache of Mayan whiskey. That night, we drank to victory.
Epilogue: Convinced that Carthage will inevitably go back to the Scandinavians, Ragnar pulls the 14th off the line two weeks later. After the battle at Sidi bou Zid, the 14th’s casualties in Carthage had reached almost 30,000, the most in one army. They are resupplied, reinforced, and relocated, this time to a rallying point in the Mariana island chain, one hundred miles away from a Mayan colony. Though they don’t know it, they are going to be some of the first Scandinavians to set foot on the Mayan homeland.
1672- Mayan troops are driven off Carthage. The 2nd armored corps rolled over the last Mayan troops at Mareth, Turning the tide. In an act of desperation, Mayan bombers attack the Iroquois colonies in the area, hoping to hurt Scandinavian supply lines. The Iroquois, along with the Mongols and the Babylonians join Scandinavia, starting the first true World War. The Sumerians, The Romans, and the Ottomans join the Mayans. Fighting erupts all over the world. Scandinavia, the most powerful of her allies, proposes an assault on the former French islands. The 14th infantry army, along with the 2nd and 8th marine armies, the brand new 22nd, 23rd, and 24th paratrooper divisions, supported by the 3rd fleet, would make up the main force in the invasion. Iroquois troops will land at the northern end of the Island; the Scandinavians will take the southern end. Mayan troops were flown in by the hundreds, then the thousands. They know to surrender is to die. As the ships of the 3rd fleet open fire, they prepare, and they wait.
I leaned over the side of the LSI and vomited, the second time since the islands had come into view. We had never performed an amphibious assault, especially not in the jungle terrain that so greatly dominated the French islands.
After the Saxon-Mayan war, the French and the Mayans had practically traded colonies, the French taking the Gilbert Islands just as the Mayans took the chain we were now approaching. The war ended soon after word. These islands had been centers of war for years. Barbarians, French, Mayans, Ottomans, Mongols, and Scandinavians had fought here at some point in history.
I checked my brand new Raider battle rifle, the first battle rifle ever made by any country. Combining the finest aspects of a rifle and a light machine gun, the weapon was powerful, hard hitting, and accurate. Even better, it could be fired no matter how dirty, which had been a big problem for the Viking smg. I was one of the lucky 500 men who had one. The rest had the A-1 semi automatic rifle. We had been completely resupplied. Gone were the trench coats and wool caps of Carthage, replaced by a cotton t-shirt, jacket, pants, and a steel helmet with a camouflaged lining. We had also been given new back packs, better combat boots, and some better ammo carriers.
"Ok! Listen up!" A gravely voice yelled. It belonged to Captain Baldr, a former cavalry officer. He was now the commanding officer of my company. We knew him to be tough, aggressive, skilled, brave, and fair. He had fought in several wars, and was known to be a good leader. "We will be landing in an area were the Mayans are expected to resist. Fiercely. Our goal is to force our way through Mayan forces, and capture the city of St. Saveur, and its airfield. We need that place to fuel our main advance. The paratroopers have landed last night, so we should link up with some of them. The pass word is FUBAR, the reply is SNAFU. Got it?" He looked around, making sure we understood. "Our medium and heavy tanks can't fight in this jungle, so we have the N-5 Beowulf for support. Keep sand out of your sights, and your aim true. I'll see you on the beach."
The LSI hit a coral reef, and the coxswain beached the ship, making sure we could get ashore. Mayan small arms fire bounced off the metal hull, and the ships machine gunners returned fire. Our destroyers moved in and fired they're 105mm shore bombardment guns. The ramp went down, and we charged.
Mayan machine gun fire buzzed around our heads. I threw myself to the beach, staying low to avoid the murderous fire. Large rocks dotted the beach, and it took me a second to realize the Mayans were in the rocks. They had had a year to prepare, and now we were paying the price for Ragnar’s choice to sacrifice surprise for numbers. The Mayan troops were using everything from 60mm mortars to 120mm howitzers on us. I raised my battle rifle and fired a full clip at the jungle. Bullets kicked up the sand in front of me, so I wiggled into the sand, lowering myself out of sight. An N-5 light tank rolled out of a LST, and was promptly destroyed by a Mayan anti-tank weapon. Several men were mowed down as they tried to reach the .30 caliber machine gun on the turret.
I slowly crawled out of my hole, knowing hiding there would accomplish nothing. All across the beach others came to the same line of thinking. We moved forward slowly, artillery fire and MG fire tearing us apart. A LSI could hold almost sixty men, and on many of the ships, not one touched the sand. We made the first real cover on the beach, a small sea wall of sand and stone. Our light machine gunners set up they’re weapons and sprayed the Mayan defenses while officers organized their men, and prepared a coordinated push towards the Mayans. I was lying down at the lip of the wall firing my rifle, when someone grabbed me and yanked me bodily away from the wall. It was the Captain. “PFC Leif! You’re with me.” He walked away, waving his pistol and practically throwing men onto the wall to fight. I ran after him, keeping low and wondering how in hell he hadn’t been shot yet. Capt. Baldr stood upright, and walked at almost a leisurely way. Occasionally he fired his pistol at the Mayans as if they were a distraction. My respect for the man soared that day. He walked right up onto the top of the wall and stood out in the open, Mayan bullets flying around him. “Only two people are staying on this beach. The dead, those who are going to die. Get moving!” He yelled, and we surged over the wall in a renewed attempt. I ran towards the MG rock closest towards me. I ran around it, finding a stair case the Mayans had hacked into the stone. I pulled the pin off of one of my grenades and hurled it into the MG nest. An explosion, followed by Mayan screams. I ran in and sprayed the room. I ran out, went to the next nest and repeated the process. Soon, the N-5 light tanks were able to land safely, and they immediately began using they’re 37mm turrets on the rock MG nests. Tank borne infantry men manned the .30 cal machine guns and raked the machine gun nests.
Even better, our bombers finally showed up. They flew in and dropped payload after payload. They’re ball turret gunners raked the areas held by the Mayans. The Mayans began to give ground, but they still fought fiercely. They would hide in the jungle, then fire on any group of Scandinavians they could. We really stopped taking prisoners after that. A small force of Mayans approached me, hands up, and I emptied my clip into them, mowing them down like dogs. Mayan light tanks came on then, but we used they’re own anti tank weapons against them. In minutes, they left, minus six tanks. rifle fire slowed, then stopped. Almost immediately our reinforcements were brought in, followed by jeeps, trucks, halftracks, N-5s, and more infantry. The beach was ours.
I leaned over the side of the LSI and vomited, the second time since the islands had come into view. We had never performed an amphibious assault, especially not in the jungle terrain that so greatly dominated the French islands.
After the Saxon-Mayan war, the French and the Mayans had practically traded colonies, the French taking the Gilbert Islands just as the Mayans took the chain we were now approaching. The war ended soon after word. These islands had been centers of war for years. Barbarians, French, Mayans, Ottomans, Mongols, and Scandinavians had fought here at some point in history.
I checked my brand new Raider battle rifle, the first battle rifle ever made by any country. Combining the finest aspects of a rifle and a light machine gun, the weapon was powerful, hard hitting, and accurate. Even better, it could be fired no matter how dirty, which had been a big problem for the Viking smg. I was one of the lucky 500 men who had one. The rest had the A-1 semi automatic rifle. We had been completely resupplied. Gone were the trench coats and wool caps of Carthage, replaced by a cotton t-shirt, jacket, pants, and a steel helmet with a camouflaged lining. We had also been given new back packs, better combat boots, and some better ammo carriers.
"Ok! Listen up!" A gravely voice yelled. It belonged to Captain Baldr, a former cavalry officer. He was now the commanding officer of my company. We knew him to be tough, aggressive, skilled, brave, and fair. He had fought in several wars, and was known to be a good leader. "We will be landing in an area were the Mayans are expected to resist. Fiercely. Our goal is to force our way through Mayan forces, and capture the city of St. Saveur, and its airfield. We need that place to fuel our main advance. The paratroopers have landed last night, so we should link up with some of them. The pass word is FUBAR, the reply is SNAFU. Got it?" He looked around, making sure we understood. "Our medium and heavy tanks can't fight in this jungle, so we have the N-5 Beowulf for support. Keep sand out of your sights, and your aim true. I'll see you on the beach."
The LSI hit a coral reef, and the coxswain beached the ship, making sure we could get ashore. Mayan small arms fire bounced off the metal hull, and the ships machine gunners returned fire. Our destroyers moved in and fired they're 105mm shore bombardment guns. The ramp went down, and we charged.
Mayan machine gun fire buzzed around our heads. I threw myself to the beach, staying low to avoid the murderous fire. Large rocks dotted the beach, and it took me a second to realize the Mayans were in the rocks. They had had a year to prepare, and now we were paying the price for Ragnar’s choice to sacrifice surprise for numbers. The Mayan troops were using everything from 60mm mortars to 120mm howitzers on us. I raised my battle rifle and fired a full clip at the jungle. Bullets kicked up the sand in front of me, so I wiggled into the sand, lowering myself out of sight. An N-5 light tank rolled out of a LST, and was promptly destroyed by a Mayan anti-tank weapon. Several men were mowed down as they tried to reach the .30 caliber machine gun on the turret.
I slowly crawled out of my hole, knowing hiding there would accomplish nothing. All across the beach others came to the same line of thinking. We moved forward slowly, artillery fire and MG fire tearing us apart. A LSI could hold almost sixty men, and on many of the ships, not one touched the sand. We made the first real cover on the beach, a small sea wall of sand and stone. Our light machine gunners set up they’re weapons and sprayed the Mayan defenses while officers organized their men, and prepared a coordinated push towards the Mayans. I was lying down at the lip of the wall firing my rifle, when someone grabbed me and yanked me bodily away from the wall. It was the Captain. “PFC Leif! You’re with me.” He walked away, waving his pistol and practically throwing men onto the wall to fight. I ran after him, keeping low and wondering how in hell he hadn’t been shot yet. Capt. Baldr stood upright, and walked at almost a leisurely way. Occasionally he fired his pistol at the Mayans as if they were a distraction. My respect for the man soared that day. He walked right up onto the top of the wall and stood out in the open, Mayan bullets flying around him. “Only two people are staying on this beach. The dead, those who are going to die. Get moving!” He yelled, and we surged over the wall in a renewed attempt. I ran towards the MG rock closest towards me. I ran around it, finding a stair case the Mayans had hacked into the stone. I pulled the pin off of one of my grenades and hurled it into the MG nest. An explosion, followed by Mayan screams. I ran in and sprayed the room. I ran out, went to the next nest and repeated the process. Soon, the N-5 light tanks were able to land safely, and they immediately began using they’re 37mm turrets on the rock MG nests. Tank borne infantry men manned the .30 cal machine guns and raked the machine gun nests.
Even better, our bombers finally showed up. They flew in and dropped payload after payload. They’re ball turret gunners raked the areas held by the Mayans. The Mayans began to give ground, but they still fought fiercely. They would hide in the jungle, then fire on any group of Scandinavians they could. We really stopped taking prisoners after that. A small force of Mayans approached me, hands up, and I emptied my clip into them, mowing them down like dogs. Mayan light tanks came on then, but we used they’re own anti tank weapons against them. In minutes, they left, minus six tanks. rifle fire slowed, then stopped. Almost immediately our reinforcements were brought in, followed by jeeps, trucks, halftracks, N-5s, and more infantry. The beach was ours.
Sashie VII
Balance of Power
A week after the invasion, a batalion from the 14th infantry army moved inland, towards a hill numbered 210. It has to be secured so that the 14th can move inland, to St. Saveur. As the force reaches the hill, they come under heavy attack from the Mayan 2nd guerilla army. They can only just hold their position. Ragnar orders the entire 14th to move in and destroy the Mayan troops.
The gound was burnt and charred. I could see the wooden Mayan bunkers at the summit of the hill, and the bodies of my comrades who had died trying to reach it. The captain assembled us. "Ok, B comp'ny. We're going to a ridge held by 1st batalion's D comp'ny. Enemy troops have been hitting that spot really hard. 4th heavy artillerys moved up, along with the 83rd bomber fleet, so we should have alot of support. Also, a platoon from the 24th airborne will be with us. Any questions?" He paused very briefly. "Outstanding. Move out!"
We gathered our gear and ammo, and moved east. My battle rifle barrel had actually melted-I had fired it to much while clearing the beach-so I was back to an A-1 rifle. It was still early in the morning, so things were calm. three N-5 light tanks rolled across the burnt field. Chaplains gave last rights to the dead, and prayers to their Berserker ancesters. Reserve troops moved into their new positions as the battle fatiuged troops moved off the line. It was the second day of the battle.
We made it to the ridge in about thirty minutes. Scorch marks and craters littered the rise to the 14th infantry's positions. Enemy bodies were everywhere, and with the intense heat of the jungle, they had already begun to rot. The men who were already there said little, and we returned the favor. We just jumped into the nearest fox hole. Those who couldn't get one hacked one into the soft, dusty ground. Our company's mortars set up along with D company's. Several N-5s' moved into their positions, large holes protected by sandbags and dirt battlements. It was completely silent for an hour. The sun was up and the heat was blistering. A man set up a .50 caliber mg in our fox hole. Another hour passed uneventfully. A voice finally yelled, "Fire three rounds at anything that looks suspicious to you." I looked over the rim of my hole and squeezed off the rounds into the jungle.
The response was an amazing amount of small arms fire. Mayan guerilla fighters seemed to pop out of the jungle. They wore torn clothes which blended in perfectly with the surrounding foliage. Their pith helmets had leaves and rags coming out of them, only adding to their camoflauge. For the most part they used old bolt action rifles.
They chargd our position, and we mowed them down. I didn't have to aim, they were so thick in the area. I just raised my rifle over the battlement and fired, shoving clips into my rifle when it was empty. The machine gunner next to me opened up, his weapon spewing lead. Our mortars came in, and yet they continued coming, yelling for our blood. The N-5's 37mm cannon was effective against such large crowds of enemy troops, and the Mayans ere mowed down with impunity. For three hours the battle raged, enemy troops continually charging our position. Wecut them down again and again, but eventually, they reached our line. Our fire subsided in some areas, as the Mayans engaged our troops in close combat. The machine gunner next to me grabbed his A-1 viking smg. The .50 cal had run out of ammo. I fixed my bayonet and kept on firing. A Mayan soldier came to the lip of our hole and we filled him with lead. His body jerked as the rounds hit him. Another came to our hole, and plunged my bayonet into his stomach. I pulled it out and hit the next mayan with the butt of the rifle. The machine gunner mowed down the fourth with his smg. I pulled my self over the lip of the fox hole, knowing we had no close combat advantage in that position. Others were doing the same.
I raised my rifle and squeezed off a round into the closest Mayan, then another. He fell to the ground even as I fired on another enemy soldier. All around me, men from both sides were falling to the ground. One of our fighters flew over the field, its six .50 caliber machine guns blazing. a bomber flew over a minute later, dropping a large canister over the slop of the hill. The next thing I knew, the slope had erupted into a wall of fire. We could see the burning Mayan troops flailing their arms, screaming or their famalies, and those of us who could shot them without mercy. We began to slowly overwhelm the enemy troops who were engaged in close combat with us.
A flaming Mayan soldier came running at me, some how firing his weapon. I stopped him with the A-1's .30 caliber rounds. He fell to the ground, his skin crackling. The machine gunner had run out of ammo for his smg and was now using his pistol. We shot as many Mayans as we could until they got into close combat again, and we didn't give one inche. The Mayans fell, and the flames blocked off reinforcments. slowly, we exterminated those who reamined. More ammo was brought up, Mayan bodies were thrown into the flames, and we were back into out fox holes. It was dusk when I sank to the ground in my hole. We were fighting a tough and deteremined enemy, one different from those we had fought in Carthage. It was goingto be a long campaign.
The gound was burnt and charred. I could see the wooden Mayan bunkers at the summit of the hill, and the bodies of my comrades who had died trying to reach it. The captain assembled us. "Ok, B comp'ny. We're going to a ridge held by 1st batalion's D comp'ny. Enemy troops have been hitting that spot really hard. 4th heavy artillerys moved up, along with the 83rd bomber fleet, so we should have alot of support. Also, a platoon from the 24th airborne will be with us. Any questions?" He paused very briefly. "Outstanding. Move out!"
We gathered our gear and ammo, and moved east. My battle rifle barrel had actually melted-I had fired it to much while clearing the beach-so I was back to an A-1 rifle. It was still early in the morning, so things were calm. three N-5 light tanks rolled across the burnt field. Chaplains gave last rights to the dead, and prayers to their Berserker ancesters. Reserve troops moved into their new positions as the battle fatiuged troops moved off the line. It was the second day of the battle.
We made it to the ridge in about thirty minutes. Scorch marks and craters littered the rise to the 14th infantry's positions. Enemy bodies were everywhere, and with the intense heat of the jungle, they had already begun to rot. The men who were already there said little, and we returned the favor. We just jumped into the nearest fox hole. Those who couldn't get one hacked one into the soft, dusty ground. Our company's mortars set up along with D company's. Several N-5s' moved into their positions, large holes protected by sandbags and dirt battlements. It was completely silent for an hour. The sun was up and the heat was blistering. A man set up a .50 caliber mg in our fox hole. Another hour passed uneventfully. A voice finally yelled, "Fire three rounds at anything that looks suspicious to you." I looked over the rim of my hole and squeezed off the rounds into the jungle.
The response was an amazing amount of small arms fire. Mayan guerilla fighters seemed to pop out of the jungle. They wore torn clothes which blended in perfectly with the surrounding foliage. Their pith helmets had leaves and rags coming out of them, only adding to their camoflauge. For the most part they used old bolt action rifles.
They chargd our position, and we mowed them down. I didn't have to aim, they were so thick in the area. I just raised my rifle over the battlement and fired, shoving clips into my rifle when it was empty. The machine gunner next to me opened up, his weapon spewing lead. Our mortars came in, and yet they continued coming, yelling for our blood. The N-5's 37mm cannon was effective against such large crowds of enemy troops, and the Mayans ere mowed down with impunity. For three hours the battle raged, enemy troops continually charging our position. Wecut them down again and again, but eventually, they reached our line. Our fire subsided in some areas, as the Mayans engaged our troops in close combat. The machine gunner next to me grabbed his A-1 viking smg. The .50 cal had run out of ammo. I fixed my bayonet and kept on firing. A Mayan soldier came to the lip of our hole and we filled him with lead. His body jerked as the rounds hit him. Another came to our hole, and plunged my bayonet into his stomach. I pulled it out and hit the next mayan with the butt of the rifle. The machine gunner mowed down the fourth with his smg. I pulled my self over the lip of the fox hole, knowing we had no close combat advantage in that position. Others were doing the same.
I raised my rifle and squeezed off a round into the closest Mayan, then another. He fell to the ground even as I fired on another enemy soldier. All around me, men from both sides were falling to the ground. One of our fighters flew over the field, its six .50 caliber machine guns blazing. a bomber flew over a minute later, dropping a large canister over the slop of the hill. The next thing I knew, the slope had erupted into a wall of fire. We could see the burning Mayan troops flailing their arms, screaming or their famalies, and those of us who could shot them without mercy. We began to slowly overwhelm the enemy troops who were engaged in close combat with us.
A flaming Mayan soldier came running at me, some how firing his weapon. I stopped him with the A-1's .30 caliber rounds. He fell to the ground, his skin crackling. The machine gunner had run out of ammo for his smg and was now using his pistol. We shot as many Mayans as we could until they got into close combat again, and we didn't give one inche. The Mayans fell, and the flames blocked off reinforcments. slowly, we exterminated those who reamined. More ammo was brought up, Mayan bodies were thrown into the flames, and we were back into out fox holes. It was dusk when I sank to the ground in my hole. We were fighting a tough and deteremined enemy, one different from those we had fought in Carthage. It was goingto be a long campaign.
"PFC." I opened my eyes, still tired. It was late in the night, but I could still see. The ground at the foot of the ridge was still on fire. Captain Baldr stood above me.
"PFC Leif, I wanted to tell you. Your corporal is dead." I had been around death for a long time now. I didn't flinch at the news. "A sniper shot him three minutes ago. Scince you are ranking private in your squad, (2nd squad, 3rd platoon, 2nd batalion, 12th infantry regiment, 4th infantry division, 14th infantry army) you are his replacment."
Now I was suprised. I pulled myself out of my fox hole. The captain put the new rank pin in my helmet covering. He gave me a nod of his head, and left. I jumped back into my fox hole. The man next to me, the machine gunner, stirred slightly. "whats the news PFC?" "You mean corporal." He half opened his eyes and looked at me with a sleepy grin. "Good for you." He said seriously, no sarcasm in his voice. Both of us sank into a deep sleep soon after.
We were awakened again by the sound of mortars and rifle fire. The machine gunner put a belt of ammo into his MG and pulled the reaciver back. We both looked around. "You see anything?" he asked me. "Not a damned thing." I answered. A near by radio man had the handset up to his mouth. "I need illumination, at preplanned positions Copenhagen, and Trondheim." He whispered.
Our line bristled, men preparing their weapons. A sound, that of the flairs, was the only sound we could hear now. There was a bang and the sky lit up. Enemy troops were 30 yards away. The entire line opened up, rifle fire cutting down the exposed Mayans. I took aim and fired, the rifle buckling with each shot. The enemy returned fire, but they simply lacked the cover to do any type of real damage.
The machine gunner scythed his fire, moving it left and right. Our 60mm mortars began to hit the ridge, only adding to the Mayan chaos. A large force of Mayan guerillas charged up the hill, bayonets at the ready. I didn't need to aim, as they were bunched up. Captain Baldr moved down the line, a pistol in hand. "Attach bayonets!" He yelled. We stared at him, wide eyed. One man started to voice a protest. The captain shot him in the chest.
I hooked my bayonet over the end of my rifle and waited for the order. "Over the top! CHARGE!" The captain yelled. I scrambled over the lip of the fox hole, the soft dirt making it harder than normal. Some Mayans stayed at the foot of the hill and fired on us, but most charged us. We hacked them back with our bayonets, forcing our way forward.
I killed as many as I could before I got into close combat. It was vicious but short. The guerillas began to fall back, and we pursued, yelling old berserker battle cries. We stabbed their wounded as we passed, and shot the backs of the retreating guerillas.
I came across one Mayan soldier lying on the ground. He was holding his intestines in with his hands- mortar shrapnel had gutted him. I thought about shooting him, but then decided to leave him. The traitor wasn't worth the bullet.
Our N-5 Beowulf light tanks began to move up, and their 37mm cannon was dangerous at close ranges. The Guerillas were in full retreat. It was a rout. And suddenly, we were told to halt.
"We took hill 210." Captain Baldr yelled. He was standing on an N-5. "Get to your fox holes and rest. We continue on to St Savuer tommorow. The 61st, 79th, and the 844th infantry divisons will be taking over our lines on the morrow."
"PFC Leif, I wanted to tell you. Your corporal is dead." I had been around death for a long time now. I didn't flinch at the news. "A sniper shot him three minutes ago. Scince you are ranking private in your squad, (2nd squad, 3rd platoon, 2nd batalion, 12th infantry regiment, 4th infantry division, 14th infantry army) you are his replacment."
Now I was suprised. I pulled myself out of my fox hole. The captain put the new rank pin in my helmet covering. He gave me a nod of his head, and left. I jumped back into my fox hole. The man next to me, the machine gunner, stirred slightly. "whats the news PFC?" "You mean corporal." He half opened his eyes and looked at me with a sleepy grin. "Good for you." He said seriously, no sarcasm in his voice. Both of us sank into a deep sleep soon after.
We were awakened again by the sound of mortars and rifle fire. The machine gunner put a belt of ammo into his MG and pulled the reaciver back. We both looked around. "You see anything?" he asked me. "Not a damned thing." I answered. A near by radio man had the handset up to his mouth. "I need illumination, at preplanned positions Copenhagen, and Trondheim." He whispered.
Our line bristled, men preparing their weapons. A sound, that of the flairs, was the only sound we could hear now. There was a bang and the sky lit up. Enemy troops were 30 yards away. The entire line opened up, rifle fire cutting down the exposed Mayans. I took aim and fired, the rifle buckling with each shot. The enemy returned fire, but they simply lacked the cover to do any type of real damage.
The machine gunner scythed his fire, moving it left and right. Our 60mm mortars began to hit the ridge, only adding to the Mayan chaos. A large force of Mayan guerillas charged up the hill, bayonets at the ready. I didn't need to aim, as they were bunched up. Captain Baldr moved down the line, a pistol in hand. "Attach bayonets!" He yelled. We stared at him, wide eyed. One man started to voice a protest. The captain shot him in the chest.
I hooked my bayonet over the end of my rifle and waited for the order. "Over the top! CHARGE!" The captain yelled. I scrambled over the lip of the fox hole, the soft dirt making it harder than normal. Some Mayans stayed at the foot of the hill and fired on us, but most charged us. We hacked them back with our bayonets, forcing our way forward.
I killed as many as I could before I got into close combat. It was vicious but short. The guerillas began to fall back, and we pursued, yelling old berserker battle cries. We stabbed their wounded as we passed, and shot the backs of the retreating guerillas.
I came across one Mayan soldier lying on the ground. He was holding his intestines in with his hands- mortar shrapnel had gutted him. I thought about shooting him, but then decided to leave him. The traitor wasn't worth the bullet.
Our N-5 Beowulf light tanks began to move up, and their 37mm cannon was dangerous at close ranges. The Guerillas were in full retreat. It was a rout. And suddenly, we were told to halt.
"We took hill 210." Captain Baldr yelled. He was standing on an N-5. "Get to your fox holes and rest. We continue on to St Savuer tommorow. The 61st, 79th, and the 844th infantry divisons will be taking over our lines on the morrow."
1673
Location- Former French Islands, one mile south of the French port city of St Saveur.
14th infantry army objective- Secure the town and its airfield and port.
Situation- scandinavian artillery has fired several smokescreen shells into the field between the 14th infantry and the town.
account:
I Kept my A-1 rifle pressed firmly against my shoulder, my eyes down the length of the barrel. My aim was slightly off, due to the bayonet on the end of my rifle.
We were moving in a loose formation, so each man could see only the outline of the man in front of him. We couldn't see anything beyond a couple of feet in front of us, and it was driving us insane.
I heard the sound of a bullet fly past my head, but I heard no rifle, so I couldn't return fire. sweat covered my hands, and i wiped my palms on the wooden stock of my rifle. I heard another bullet, this one closer.
My nerves got the best of me, and I fired a round. It echoed, and around me, I could see jumpy men looking all around them.
There was a sound in front of me, like twig breaking. I didn't even think about it, I just started shooting. suddenly the outlines of enemy troops appeared in front of us. all across the line we opened up, firing from the hip.
The first row of enemy troops were cut down, and we met the second row, bayonet scraping on bayonet. I shot the first man who came at me, and the man after him. a third came at me, yelling for the glory of smoke jaguar. I side stepped and thrust my bayonet into his chest. I jerked the rifle, trying to pull the bayonet out. it was stuck, so i fired around off, blowing a hole in the Mayan's body. I jerked the weapon out, and ran towards the city.
Some of our men stayed behind to fight the Mayan troops, but most of us went through their lines, straight for the city. Most of the city was decimated, having been bombed by both our own bombers, and Iroquois bombers. The Mayans hid in the ruins, and we just ran past them, spinning and shooting them when we saw them.
Towards the center of the town we reached a medical ward. Screaming at the top of our lungs against the Mayan invaders, many of us charged into the ward. I didn't go, but I could hear the screams of their wounded before they were shot.
A Mayan machine gun bunker opened up on us, and we dove into a ditch on the side of the road. We tried several times to flank it, but each time we only just got back to te ditch with our skins. Finally we said to hell with it. We would come back when the N-5 Beowulfs' arrived.
Apart from a few strong positions like that, the town was relativley secured. While walking through an alley with three other men, a group of enemy troops fired on us. We leaped to the nearest door way and fire back at them. After several minutes of this, one of the men dropped his rifle and gave out a yelp. He charged the enemy position with his one handed fighting axe, and even though they all shot at him, they all missed. He leaped into the hole where they were hiding, and with blinding speed, cut down the two closest Mayan troops. Startled, one of the mayans fired a shot and ran like hell. The bullet hit the trooper in the helmet. Amazingly, it didn't go through.
All around the cities there were small encounters like that. Our troops would encounter little groups of enemies, kill one or two, and the rest would go running. by after noon, the tnks had arrived, and the city was considerd secure. planess flew in heavy MGs, and our powerful 88mm anti-tank guns. Now we just had to hold the city till our replacments arrived.
Location- Former French Islands, one mile south of the French port city of St Saveur.
14th infantry army objective- Secure the town and its airfield and port.
Situation- scandinavian artillery has fired several smokescreen shells into the field between the 14th infantry and the town.
account:
I Kept my A-1 rifle pressed firmly against my shoulder, my eyes down the length of the barrel. My aim was slightly off, due to the bayonet on the end of my rifle.
We were moving in a loose formation, so each man could see only the outline of the man in front of him. We couldn't see anything beyond a couple of feet in front of us, and it was driving us insane.
I heard the sound of a bullet fly past my head, but I heard no rifle, so I couldn't return fire. sweat covered my hands, and i wiped my palms on the wooden stock of my rifle. I heard another bullet, this one closer.
My nerves got the best of me, and I fired a round. It echoed, and around me, I could see jumpy men looking all around them.
There was a sound in front of me, like twig breaking. I didn't even think about it, I just started shooting. suddenly the outlines of enemy troops appeared in front of us. all across the line we opened up, firing from the hip.
The first row of enemy troops were cut down, and we met the second row, bayonet scraping on bayonet. I shot the first man who came at me, and the man after him. a third came at me, yelling for the glory of smoke jaguar. I side stepped and thrust my bayonet into his chest. I jerked the rifle, trying to pull the bayonet out. it was stuck, so i fired around off, blowing a hole in the Mayan's body. I jerked the weapon out, and ran towards the city.
Some of our men stayed behind to fight the Mayan troops, but most of us went through their lines, straight for the city. Most of the city was decimated, having been bombed by both our own bombers, and Iroquois bombers. The Mayans hid in the ruins, and we just ran past them, spinning and shooting them when we saw them.
Towards the center of the town we reached a medical ward. Screaming at the top of our lungs against the Mayan invaders, many of us charged into the ward. I didn't go, but I could hear the screams of their wounded before they were shot.
A Mayan machine gun bunker opened up on us, and we dove into a ditch on the side of the road. We tried several times to flank it, but each time we only just got back to te ditch with our skins. Finally we said to hell with it. We would come back when the N-5 Beowulfs' arrived.
Apart from a few strong positions like that, the town was relativley secured. While walking through an alley with three other men, a group of enemy troops fired on us. We leaped to the nearest door way and fire back at them. After several minutes of this, one of the men dropped his rifle and gave out a yelp. He charged the enemy position with his one handed fighting axe, and even though they all shot at him, they all missed. He leaped into the hole where they were hiding, and with blinding speed, cut down the two closest Mayan troops. Startled, one of the mayans fired a shot and ran like hell. The bullet hit the trooper in the helmet. Amazingly, it didn't go through.
All around the cities there were small encounters like that. Our troops would encounter little groups of enemies, kill one or two, and the rest would go running. by after noon, the tnks had arrived, and the city was considerd secure. planess flew in heavy MGs, and our powerful 88mm anti-tank guns. Now we just had to hold the city till our replacments arrived.
1673
Location: St. Saveur-La-Vicomete, Former French Islands.
14th Infantry army objective: Hold the town until relieved.
Situation: Mayan heavy tanks have landed further up the coast, and are approaching the town, along with the remains of the 2nd guerilla army, and other forces. Scandinavian troops have 88mm AT guns capable of destroying the tanks, but nothing else. The 2nd marine army is on its way to relieve the 14th infantry.
Account:
I watched the tank go by, and luckily, the commander, who was in plain sight, didn't notice me. Mayan infantry walked on the sides of the streets, uneasy at the lack of gunfire.
It had been a day since we had taken the city, and after only a few hours of sleep, we were once again in combat. I was with a six-man team, as was Wallace, who was on the balcony across from me. The open topped Mayan tank destroyers were approaching, and we both nodded to each other.
There was one man with a rocket launcher in each six man team, and ours was standing up on the balcony, watching the Mayan tank destroyers approach. He fired the rocket, and it hit the crew and the ammo in the vehicle. There was a massive explosion as the ammo exploded.
The man with the rocket launcher moved back, and my team opened fire on the enemy infantry on the sides of the road. Our light machine gunner had set up his weapon in a window to my right, and was using his weapon to rain lead on the Mayans.
I saw one Mayan infantry man trying to get into a nearby house, and I took aim. The rifle buckled against my shoulder, and he fell to the ground, dead. I got a bead on another, and I shot him too. Wallace's anti tank man shot the second tank destroyer, and there was another large explosion. Mayan began hurling grenades at the two balconies, we would hurl them right back.
We could hear the sound of tank treads as a Mayan tank rounded the corner. The turret swiveled, and it fired, the round tearing through the building I was in. The force of the explosion knocked me to my feet, and when I got up, I could tell our machine gunner had been killed. A piece of stone had shot up, through the wooden floor and had lodged itself into his brain. We dragged him away from his position, and got the hell out of the building before it collapsed.
As we ran out the back door, a second tank round hit the building, the shell going straight through and hitting another man in my team. He was thrown ten feet forward, and lay there, very still. I could tell he was dead. We left him where he lay, and kept running, hoping to get to the main line of resistance. Whenever we'd see Mayans, we'd run past them, firing from the hip. We didn't hit any as far as I could tell, but a stray bullet hit my anti tank man's leg. He fell to the ground cussing, and preparing his weapon. He fired it into a large group of Mayans, then he stood up and hopped after us.
At the main line, things weren't going as well as we'd hoped. We had taken out two enemy tanks thanks t the 88's, but they only gave cover to the enemy infantry. After sending the man with the launcher for medical treatment, We found a half-destroyed building. There were already men there, and I was suprised to find Wallace amongst them. He nodded to me, but when I asked him how he had gotten here, he would just cupped his hand around his ear and yell, "WHAT?!" One of his men told me a tank round had exploded as they were running out of their building, and had been very close to Wallace. I nodded, and my team set up and started firing.
We held the position for the better part of an hour, but still they came on, and eventually we had to fall back. After spiking our guns, we scrambled across the Town Square, enemy rifle fire and tank rounds following us. A small force of N-5s' charged into the square, and briefly engaged the enemy tanks. They retreated, almost completely decimated several minutes later. The cost of the tank battle had been eight of our N-5s' for three of their tanks.
We reached the mot powerful position in our sector, a series of buildings that was held by two hundred and fifty soldiers, twenty N-5s' and fifteen 88mm at guns. When the Mayans rushed in, we caught them in a hellish cross fire. Within minutes, their tanks ere smoking, and their infantry lay in piles, yet they still came, sensing victory was near.
How quickly that sense aboandoned them when a fire storm erupted on their right flank.
Marine troops had arrived, and with them, the defeat of the Mayan troops. Together, our infantry and the marines pushed forward, taking back lost ground. within three hours, the city was ours again. The battle was ours.
Epilouge: Due to heavy losses, the 14th infantry was taken out of the French island campaign. They were sent home to rest and refit.
In the north, the Iroquios landings were successfull. After a matter of months, The They met up with Scandinavian forces.
The 14th infantry army is again sent out in 1674, this time to aid the Mongols.
Location: St. Saveur-La-Vicomete, Former French Islands.
14th Infantry army objective: Hold the town until relieved.
Situation: Mayan heavy tanks have landed further up the coast, and are approaching the town, along with the remains of the 2nd guerilla army, and other forces. Scandinavian troops have 88mm AT guns capable of destroying the tanks, but nothing else. The 2nd marine army is on its way to relieve the 14th infantry.
Account:
I watched the tank go by, and luckily, the commander, who was in plain sight, didn't notice me. Mayan infantry walked on the sides of the streets, uneasy at the lack of gunfire.
It had been a day since we had taken the city, and after only a few hours of sleep, we were once again in combat. I was with a six-man team, as was Wallace, who was on the balcony across from me. The open topped Mayan tank destroyers were approaching, and we both nodded to each other.
There was one man with a rocket launcher in each six man team, and ours was standing up on the balcony, watching the Mayan tank destroyers approach. He fired the rocket, and it hit the crew and the ammo in the vehicle. There was a massive explosion as the ammo exploded.
The man with the rocket launcher moved back, and my team opened fire on the enemy infantry on the sides of the road. Our light machine gunner had set up his weapon in a window to my right, and was using his weapon to rain lead on the Mayans.
I saw one Mayan infantry man trying to get into a nearby house, and I took aim. The rifle buckled against my shoulder, and he fell to the ground, dead. I got a bead on another, and I shot him too. Wallace's anti tank man shot the second tank destroyer, and there was another large explosion. Mayan began hurling grenades at the two balconies, we would hurl them right back.
We could hear the sound of tank treads as a Mayan tank rounded the corner. The turret swiveled, and it fired, the round tearing through the building I was in. The force of the explosion knocked me to my feet, and when I got up, I could tell our machine gunner had been killed. A piece of stone had shot up, through the wooden floor and had lodged itself into his brain. We dragged him away from his position, and got the hell out of the building before it collapsed.
As we ran out the back door, a second tank round hit the building, the shell going straight through and hitting another man in my team. He was thrown ten feet forward, and lay there, very still. I could tell he was dead. We left him where he lay, and kept running, hoping to get to the main line of resistance. Whenever we'd see Mayans, we'd run past them, firing from the hip. We didn't hit any as far as I could tell, but a stray bullet hit my anti tank man's leg. He fell to the ground cussing, and preparing his weapon. He fired it into a large group of Mayans, then he stood up and hopped after us.
At the main line, things weren't going as well as we'd hoped. We had taken out two enemy tanks thanks t the 88's, but they only gave cover to the enemy infantry. After sending the man with the launcher for medical treatment, We found a half-destroyed building. There were already men there, and I was suprised to find Wallace amongst them. He nodded to me, but when I asked him how he had gotten here, he would just cupped his hand around his ear and yell, "WHAT?!" One of his men told me a tank round had exploded as they were running out of their building, and had been very close to Wallace. I nodded, and my team set up and started firing.
We held the position for the better part of an hour, but still they came on, and eventually we had to fall back. After spiking our guns, we scrambled across the Town Square, enemy rifle fire and tank rounds following us. A small force of N-5s' charged into the square, and briefly engaged the enemy tanks. They retreated, almost completely decimated several minutes later. The cost of the tank battle had been eight of our N-5s' for three of their tanks.
We reached the mot powerful position in our sector, a series of buildings that was held by two hundred and fifty soldiers, twenty N-5s' and fifteen 88mm at guns. When the Mayans rushed in, we caught them in a hellish cross fire. Within minutes, their tanks ere smoking, and their infantry lay in piles, yet they still came, sensing victory was near.
How quickly that sense aboandoned them when a fire storm erupted on their right flank.
Marine troops had arrived, and with them, the defeat of the Mayan troops. Together, our infantry and the marines pushed forward, taking back lost ground. within three hours, the city was ours again. The battle was ours.
Epilouge: Due to heavy losses, the 14th infantry was taken out of the French island campaign. They were sent home to rest and refit.
In the north, the Iroquios landings were successfull. After a matter of months, The They met up with Scandinavian forces.
The 14th infantry army is again sent out in 1674, this time to aid the Mongols.
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1674
Location: Off the coast of Mongol/ Ottoman continent.
Situation: Ottoman troops, backed by Mayan funding, are driving the Mongol army back. In order to keep the Ottomans from overwhelming the Mongols, Ragnar has sent the 14th infantry, equipped with new weapons, and supporting units to the battle.
Account:
I walked around the LSI, making sure my squad was ready. We were two minutes to the beach.
I held an all new A-2 Viking smg. The weapon was rugged, had a high rate of fire, and was reliable. The rate of fire was 650 rpm, much more than the Mayan smg, which had a rate of fire 420 rounds per minute. (Note: The A-2 looks like a Tommy gun from the 1920s’
Satisfied my men were ready, I found a spot in the craft, and waited. The call went out, the ramp went down, and we charged off the ship.
There was no gunfire. Nothing. It was about as dangerous as stepping off a ferry.
At the end of the day, the entire Scandinavian force was on the beach, and the 14th was heading east to link up with the Mongol troops.
A small part of men, myself included, were moving through a hilly area. The dust had kicked up, bringing our visibility down greatly.
One of the men in my squad, a guy named Carlyle (of English decent) began to complain. “Ah jeez, why did they send us to do this? Why didn’t they get the guys who had fought in Egypt here?”
“Because those guys are fighting with the Mayans in Iroquois land.” I said, my tone ending the debate. Carlyle rested his Raider battle Rifle on his shoulder (At this point the raider is being mass-produced) and continued to mumble, though under his breath.
A long rip of machine gun fire erupted in the hills to our left. We scrambled to a small overhang in one of the hills.
“Any know where the hell that came from?” I yelled. Everyone shook their heads. Another burst sounded in the distance.
“Hey, I think that’s an Otto weapon.” One of the men yelled, using a slang term for Ottomans. I nodded my agreement. It had a very distinct sound.
“Ok, Carlyle, you’re with me. Everyone else, stay here. Till I give the signal.” I yelled.
They nodded, and we ran out into the open. Our sand colored uniforms helped us blend in, but we still weren’t invisible. The hidden machine gun ripped a long burst at us, the bullets kicking the sand up around us. I fired a burst from my 71 round drum magazine in the guns general direction, and kept going. We reached a small cliff of about seven feet. I jumped down first, followed by Carlyle.
We were in a small ravine. We stayed crouched at the cliff base, waiting. Convinced the spot was secure, and out of sight of the machine gunner, We threw a smoke grenade, and moved to the two main entrances to the area.
I almost walked straight into an Ottoman rifleman. He was dressed in tan robes, with a veiled turban on his head. A sabre hung from his side, and he carried a bolt action rifle.
I fired my smg into his stomach, the force of the rounds blowing him to the ground. I moved back as more Ottomans came around the corner. I fired my smg, spraying the oncoming Ottoman soldiers. Carlyle was doing very much the same. I got into a crouch, spraying every Ottoman soldier that came around the corner of the ravine.
“I swear to God, if our guys don’t get here, I’ll f****** kill them!” Carlyle yelled over his shoulder. I put another drum into my smg, and kept up my fire, and Ottoman bodies began to pile in front of the corner.
A large force of Ottomans charged around the corner, bayonets and sabres drawn and at the ready. I fired my smg, cutting them down yet still they charged, calling out for their God.
And suddenly, the Ottomans were being cut down en masse. At the top of the cliffs, Our party, and a group of men who were clad like the Ottomans were at the top of the cliff, firing on the Ottomans. The robed men were armed with Scandinavian weapons. Within a few minutes, the Ottomans were dead.
One of the men on the hilltop called down to us. “Hey corporal, We met up with these Mongols. They got some tanks! They say we need to go with them.” I glanced at him, then looked around the ravine.
“Can you get us out of this bloody hole?”
Location: Off the coast of Mongol/ Ottoman continent.
Situation: Ottoman troops, backed by Mayan funding, are driving the Mongol army back. In order to keep the Ottomans from overwhelming the Mongols, Ragnar has sent the 14th infantry, equipped with new weapons, and supporting units to the battle.
Account:
I walked around the LSI, making sure my squad was ready. We were two minutes to the beach.
I held an all new A-2 Viking smg. The weapon was rugged, had a high rate of fire, and was reliable. The rate of fire was 650 rpm, much more than the Mayan smg, which had a rate of fire 420 rounds per minute. (Note: The A-2 looks like a Tommy gun from the 1920s’
Satisfied my men were ready, I found a spot in the craft, and waited. The call went out, the ramp went down, and we charged off the ship.
There was no gunfire. Nothing. It was about as dangerous as stepping off a ferry.
At the end of the day, the entire Scandinavian force was on the beach, and the 14th was heading east to link up with the Mongol troops.
A small part of men, myself included, were moving through a hilly area. The dust had kicked up, bringing our visibility down greatly.
One of the men in my squad, a guy named Carlyle (of English decent) began to complain. “Ah jeez, why did they send us to do this? Why didn’t they get the guys who had fought in Egypt here?”
“Because those guys are fighting with the Mayans in Iroquois land.” I said, my tone ending the debate. Carlyle rested his Raider battle Rifle on his shoulder (At this point the raider is being mass-produced) and continued to mumble, though under his breath.
A long rip of machine gun fire erupted in the hills to our left. We scrambled to a small overhang in one of the hills.
“Any know where the hell that came from?” I yelled. Everyone shook their heads. Another burst sounded in the distance.
“Hey, I think that’s an Otto weapon.” One of the men yelled, using a slang term for Ottomans. I nodded my agreement. It had a very distinct sound.
“Ok, Carlyle, you’re with me. Everyone else, stay here. Till I give the signal.” I yelled.
They nodded, and we ran out into the open. Our sand colored uniforms helped us blend in, but we still weren’t invisible. The hidden machine gun ripped a long burst at us, the bullets kicking the sand up around us. I fired a burst from my 71 round drum magazine in the guns general direction, and kept going. We reached a small cliff of about seven feet. I jumped down first, followed by Carlyle.
We were in a small ravine. We stayed crouched at the cliff base, waiting. Convinced the spot was secure, and out of sight of the machine gunner, We threw a smoke grenade, and moved to the two main entrances to the area.
I almost walked straight into an Ottoman rifleman. He was dressed in tan robes, with a veiled turban on his head. A sabre hung from his side, and he carried a bolt action rifle.
I fired my smg into his stomach, the force of the rounds blowing him to the ground. I moved back as more Ottomans came around the corner. I fired my smg, spraying the oncoming Ottoman soldiers. Carlyle was doing very much the same. I got into a crouch, spraying every Ottoman soldier that came around the corner of the ravine.
“I swear to God, if our guys don’t get here, I’ll f****** kill them!” Carlyle yelled over his shoulder. I put another drum into my smg, and kept up my fire, and Ottoman bodies began to pile in front of the corner.
A large force of Ottomans charged around the corner, bayonets and sabres drawn and at the ready. I fired my smg, cutting them down yet still they charged, calling out for their God.
And suddenly, the Ottomans were being cut down en masse. At the top of the cliffs, Our party, and a group of men who were clad like the Ottomans were at the top of the cliff, firing on the Ottomans. The robed men were armed with Scandinavian weapons. Within a few minutes, the Ottomans were dead.
One of the men on the hilltop called down to us. “Hey corporal, We met up with these Mongols. They got some tanks! They say we need to go with them.” I glanced at him, then looked around the ravine.
“Can you get us out of this bloody hole?”
Oh, and to the person who said the pass thing was based off Big Red One, your wrong, its actually based off the battle of Makinassy pass, which was later in the North African campaign, though I admit, I did use lines from Big Red One there.
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I noticed that the battle was different but I recognized the lines which is why I said it.
I was reading this and I realized I didn't make something clear. Not only had my little brother deleated this file 
gripe but at the point when I began to write this, The war was long ago over. Just to avoid any confusion. Keep posting!
gripe but at the point when I began to write this, The war was long ago over. Just to avoid any confusion. Keep posting!Zixk
Chieftain
Great job with your storie! I don't think I could write anything like it. I am defiently following this!
Sashie VII
Balance of Power
My hols have just ended and I've read the latest update. Great read so far
Dreadnought
Deity
I like it!
Is the vomiting in the LST based off of Medal of Honor Allied Assault - Dday?
Don't answer that
Is the vomiting in the LST based off of Medal of Honor Allied Assault - Dday?
Don't answer that
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