Post by The Mammoth on Mar 26, 2009 2:40:04 GMT -5
"Fall back! Fall back!" Edgar's voice rang over the battlefield, over the roar of gunfire, over the explosions and artillery fire that scarred the land and scattered dirt and men among the battlefield. His men, garbed in their green armor and soldiers uniform, scattered in their attempt to escape the pursuing soldiers of Corinate. Edgar barked orders at his soldiers, keeping them from breaking completely. His soldiers were fleeing, but the chasing soldiers were keeping up with them, and slowly beginning to gain on them.
Edgar was bringing up the rear, firing on the pursuing men, putting those who got close down. Bullets whizzed by his head, and the sound of mortal shells rocked the terrain when they hit the cliff-face to his right. Edgar turned and ran with his men, coming to a crater-filled landscape. His men were exhausted, and they were slowing down...
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Hours earlier, Edgar and his group were moving behind enemy lines in a recon job. They were assigned with finding and marking the locations of the enemy forces, and then reporting back with the strike coordinates. That way the military of Wixol would be able to execute airstrikes that would damage the morale and the troop numbers of the enemy, likely breaking much of their forces. As he led his forces quietly through the swamplands, he came upon a small recon force of twelve men. He halted his men and got them into the surrounding swampland, covered. That would allow the recon force to move by Edgar's unit. However, once they were all in position, he saw a few more squads combing the swamp like the others, he glanced around, watching his men realize the same thing and move themselves slowly to position themselves out of danger. Edgar gritted his teeth.
There weren't supposed to be any recon groups here. Our UAV said the nearest camp wasn't for fifty miles! Where the hell did these guys come from. There is no way our forces didn't know these guys are here...
Edgar and his men laid in the muck for hours, positioning themselves out of harms way of the marching recon forces. Luckily, Edgar's unit was highly trained, and knew how to keep themselves out of trouble in these situations. However, Edgar's fears came true when along the horizon he saw hundreds of soldiers, likely a platoon marching on the border where Wixol's military were building up their forces. Edgar looked around and knew his men were in serious trouble if he didn't act fast. If they were found by any marching soldier, they were sitting ducks. Edgar pulled a pin on his grenade, holding onto the switch. He spoke into this com-link,
"Initiating code seven." He whispered to his men.
With that he hurled the grenade as far as he could into the wooded area to the east. In a few seconds the grenade exploded, causing the entire military platoon to turn and search the area where the grenade exploded for enemies. However, Edgar and his men were to the west, where they began running to the southwest, trying to escape unnoticed in the mayhem. However, it was not meant to be, as soldiers soon noticed the fleeing recon squad...
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"Keep running off to the west! I'll hold back the enemy. Don't stop for anything" Edgar said to his men, turning and halting and dropping to the ground. He engaged his rifle-mounted grenade launcher and fired a rocket into the charging soldiers. The explosion sent men flying. Releasing the capsule and shoving another in the chamber, Edgar took another shot, taking out another large group of the men. He rolled to the side as a mortar shell slammed the ground near him. His ears rang, his heart pounded. But, the Corinate forces were slowing up, allowing Edgar's men to flee. Edgar's second in command, William, was taking control of men, getting them away from the attacking men.
Edgar fired on the attacking men and rose to his feet to run as bullets whizzed by him again. He could hear the screams of the soldiers that were chasing him. His forces were escaping, but he would be stuck behind the enemy lines, left to fend for himself.
Edgar turned into the swamp and jumped into the nearest bog. Pulling a small tube from his pack, he stuck it in his mouth and began breathing through it. He could hear the muffled sound of footsteps passing the bog. He could also hear the water being disturbed as men ran by him.
Minutes later, Edgar emerged from the water and moved further into enemy territory. Getting out would be a problem as he would have to go through thousands of soldiers, he would have to make his way through enemy territory and find a unguarded border to cross back to his military. However, in the time being he would have to survive. He knew that he was likely not the only soldier left behind the lines. There were other recon squads sent other than Edgar's, and it was likely that they were caught in the same trouble.
Why would our military send us into an entire platoon of soldiers... There is no way that group could have been overlooked... Something smells fishy. I'll figure it out later. For now... Time to get out of here...
Edgar began moving out, checking his magazine and readying his night vision for the coming night...
Edgar was bringing up the rear, firing on the pursuing men, putting those who got close down. Bullets whizzed by his head, and the sound of mortal shells rocked the terrain when they hit the cliff-face to his right. Edgar turned and ran with his men, coming to a crater-filled landscape. His men were exhausted, and they were slowing down...
---
Hours earlier, Edgar and his group were moving behind enemy lines in a recon job. They were assigned with finding and marking the locations of the enemy forces, and then reporting back with the strike coordinates. That way the military of Wixol would be able to execute airstrikes that would damage the morale and the troop numbers of the enemy, likely breaking much of their forces. As he led his forces quietly through the swamplands, he came upon a small recon force of twelve men. He halted his men and got them into the surrounding swampland, covered. That would allow the recon force to move by Edgar's unit. However, once they were all in position, he saw a few more squads combing the swamp like the others, he glanced around, watching his men realize the same thing and move themselves slowly to position themselves out of danger. Edgar gritted his teeth.
There weren't supposed to be any recon groups here. Our UAV said the nearest camp wasn't for fifty miles! Where the hell did these guys come from. There is no way our forces didn't know these guys are here...
Edgar and his men laid in the muck for hours, positioning themselves out of harms way of the marching recon forces. Luckily, Edgar's unit was highly trained, and knew how to keep themselves out of trouble in these situations. However, Edgar's fears came true when along the horizon he saw hundreds of soldiers, likely a platoon marching on the border where Wixol's military were building up their forces. Edgar looked around and knew his men were in serious trouble if he didn't act fast. If they were found by any marching soldier, they were sitting ducks. Edgar pulled a pin on his grenade, holding onto the switch. He spoke into this com-link,
"Initiating code seven." He whispered to his men.
With that he hurled the grenade as far as he could into the wooded area to the east. In a few seconds the grenade exploded, causing the entire military platoon to turn and search the area where the grenade exploded for enemies. However, Edgar and his men were to the west, where they began running to the southwest, trying to escape unnoticed in the mayhem. However, it was not meant to be, as soldiers soon noticed the fleeing recon squad...
---
"Keep running off to the west! I'll hold back the enemy. Don't stop for anything" Edgar said to his men, turning and halting and dropping to the ground. He engaged his rifle-mounted grenade launcher and fired a rocket into the charging soldiers. The explosion sent men flying. Releasing the capsule and shoving another in the chamber, Edgar took another shot, taking out another large group of the men. He rolled to the side as a mortar shell slammed the ground near him. His ears rang, his heart pounded. But, the Corinate forces were slowing up, allowing Edgar's men to flee. Edgar's second in command, William, was taking control of men, getting them away from the attacking men.
Edgar fired on the attacking men and rose to his feet to run as bullets whizzed by him again. He could hear the screams of the soldiers that were chasing him. His forces were escaping, but he would be stuck behind the enemy lines, left to fend for himself.
Edgar turned into the swamp and jumped into the nearest bog. Pulling a small tube from his pack, he stuck it in his mouth and began breathing through it. He could hear the muffled sound of footsteps passing the bog. He could also hear the water being disturbed as men ran by him.
Minutes later, Edgar emerged from the water and moved further into enemy territory. Getting out would be a problem as he would have to go through thousands of soldiers, he would have to make his way through enemy territory and find a unguarded border to cross back to his military. However, in the time being he would have to survive. He knew that he was likely not the only soldier left behind the lines. There were other recon squads sent other than Edgar's, and it was likely that they were caught in the same trouble.
Why would our military send us into an entire platoon of soldiers... There is no way that group could have been overlooked... Something smells fishy. I'll figure it out later. For now... Time to get out of here...
Edgar began moving out, checking his magazine and readying his night vision for the coming night...