01-11-2020, 01:55 AM
Into Freeborn: Part II
Monday, January 6th, 4:45 PM
Freeborn, Vulkaria
Another blast erupted on the street as the men hunkered behind abandoned vehicles and walls of Freeborn’s multistoried complexes. Two Zamastanian soldiers rushed out into the open and exposed road as others provided covering fire from the safety of their concrete structures. A screaming soldier laid on the ground, covered in dust and blood, as his comrades grabbed his arms and dragged him to the safety of the bricked wall and bullet casings exploded on the asphalt around them. One soldier, carrying a shoulder mounted system, launched a rocket propelled grenade into the second floor of a building from which the squad was taking fire. The facade erupted in a darkened blast of stone and brick blocks, spraying the street further in debris and silencing much of the gunfire and grenade blasts from enemy fighters.
“Colonel,” a soldier shouted, “half a block! The turret is around this corner on the right.”
“Keep moving! Get medics up here to tend to our wounded, we have to take out that turret. It’s the last one in the residence areas of the city.”
The troops picked themselves up from their hunkered positions, firing once more in the direction of some of the incoming fire from scattered cover ahead of them, and they began running towards the intersection in the road leading to the warehouse. Upon turning the corner, the soldiers once again took cover, seeing the groups of huddled terrorists guarding the anti-air turret begin to react as their remaining comrades from the now battle-damaged street were crawling and running injured in their direction. A few well placed rifle shots dropped the enemy fighters to the ground and some targeted grenade tosses from the Zamastanian soldiers erupted next to the turret, causing a massive explosion that rocked the parking lot. As the troops secured areas around the remains of the turret, Colonel Marsh called over the radio to the forces waiting on the other end of the bridge.
“Anti-aircraft turret is disabled! Reinforcements need to begin their move into the city.”
The outskirts of Freeborn
“Yessir,” Commander James Greshen replied through the radio coms, “we’ll begin moving now.” Greshen signaled with his hand to the lead APV, and the armored vehicles and columns of troops began their march once again, this time across the bridge and into the center of the city.
As the forces progressed, they encountered minimal resistance, but whatever terrorist insurgents they found were quickly defeated or turned tail and retreated. As they entered the center plaza of the city, however, the battle began to turn more fierce.
An APV paused at the intersection of Freeborn’s Landrie Square, swiveling its turret to meet incoming fire from heavily dug in trenches of enemy combatants. The APV’s guns unloaded in blasts of hot air and caused the entrenchments to erupt in the puffs of sand and dirt and rock. Zamastanian troops flooded into the square on their APVs, shielding themselves behind their heavy metal armor.
For a few moments, it seemed that the insurgents were completely boxed in, with only two of the eight streets leading into the square being open for them to escape. However, the sudden appearance of an apparently commandeered Vulkarian Army tank with M.L.F. fighters hanging from the side, hooting and hollering their war cries, changed the tone. One shot from the tank’s cannon blasted through one of the APVs. A few well placed turret shots from the remaining vehicles put the tank out of commision, and thanks to the absence of the M.L.F.’s anti-aircraft weaponry within the city, an airstrike in the heart of the city square sent the vast majority of resisting insurgents leaving their protected dugouts and fleeing. Most were picked off by Zamastanian firepower, and the stragglers either surrendered or kept running. The city of Freeborn was captured, but the outskirts to the north and west were open for the terrorists to flee.
“Alert the Shen army,” Commander Greshen ordered, “they have to be ready for a possible retaliation strike by M.L.F. retreating fighters.”
Monday, January 6th, 4:45 PM
Freeborn, Vulkaria
Another blast erupted on the street as the men hunkered behind abandoned vehicles and walls of Freeborn’s multistoried complexes. Two Zamastanian soldiers rushed out into the open and exposed road as others provided covering fire from the safety of their concrete structures. A screaming soldier laid on the ground, covered in dust and blood, as his comrades grabbed his arms and dragged him to the safety of the bricked wall and bullet casings exploded on the asphalt around them. One soldier, carrying a shoulder mounted system, launched a rocket propelled grenade into the second floor of a building from which the squad was taking fire. The facade erupted in a darkened blast of stone and brick blocks, spraying the street further in debris and silencing much of the gunfire and grenade blasts from enemy fighters.
“Colonel,” a soldier shouted, “half a block! The turret is around this corner on the right.”
“Keep moving! Get medics up here to tend to our wounded, we have to take out that turret. It’s the last one in the residence areas of the city.”
The troops picked themselves up from their hunkered positions, firing once more in the direction of some of the incoming fire from scattered cover ahead of them, and they began running towards the intersection in the road leading to the warehouse. Upon turning the corner, the soldiers once again took cover, seeing the groups of huddled terrorists guarding the anti-air turret begin to react as their remaining comrades from the now battle-damaged street were crawling and running injured in their direction. A few well placed rifle shots dropped the enemy fighters to the ground and some targeted grenade tosses from the Zamastanian soldiers erupted next to the turret, causing a massive explosion that rocked the parking lot. As the troops secured areas around the remains of the turret, Colonel Marsh called over the radio to the forces waiting on the other end of the bridge.
“Anti-aircraft turret is disabled! Reinforcements need to begin their move into the city.”
The outskirts of Freeborn
“Yessir,” Commander James Greshen replied through the radio coms, “we’ll begin moving now.” Greshen signaled with his hand to the lead APV, and the armored vehicles and columns of troops began their march once again, this time across the bridge and into the center of the city.
As the forces progressed, they encountered minimal resistance, but whatever terrorist insurgents they found were quickly defeated or turned tail and retreated. As they entered the center plaza of the city, however, the battle began to turn more fierce.
An APV paused at the intersection of Freeborn’s Landrie Square, swiveling its turret to meet incoming fire from heavily dug in trenches of enemy combatants. The APV’s guns unloaded in blasts of hot air and caused the entrenchments to erupt in the puffs of sand and dirt and rock. Zamastanian troops flooded into the square on their APVs, shielding themselves behind their heavy metal armor.
For a few moments, it seemed that the insurgents were completely boxed in, with only two of the eight streets leading into the square being open for them to escape. However, the sudden appearance of an apparently commandeered Vulkarian Army tank with M.L.F. fighters hanging from the side, hooting and hollering their war cries, changed the tone. One shot from the tank’s cannon blasted through one of the APVs. A few well placed turret shots from the remaining vehicles put the tank out of commision, and thanks to the absence of the M.L.F.’s anti-aircraft weaponry within the city, an airstrike in the heart of the city square sent the vast majority of resisting insurgents leaving their protected dugouts and fleeing. Most were picked off by Zamastanian firepower, and the stragglers either surrendered or kept running. The city of Freeborn was captured, but the outskirts to the north and west were open for the terrorists to flee.
“Alert the Shen army,” Commander Greshen ordered, “they have to be ready for a possible retaliation strike by M.L.F. retreating fighters.”