Anonymous Mon 27 May 2024 17:39:08 No.66094418 Report

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>>66093846
alright....

>Sliding down the hill with our squadron we're as silent as the night.
>we soon arrive at a little embankment that's about 20 meters away from the enemies position.
> we can hear distinct conversations between the enemy
>"we almost done loading up?"
>"Yes sir, just gotta load up this crate of ammo and we'll be all set"
>we lay in wait and then we hear
>*VROOM!*
>An engine fires up and we can hear it drive away, they just sent out another shipment.
>now is the time to strike.
>I look to my compatriots behind me, we nod to each and start taking off our ski's as it'll be useless in this environment
>I pull up my sub-machinegun and head to the top of the embankment to get an eye on the enemy.
>when i get up there I notice two guards just having a drink.
>most of the nickers are by now sleeping in bunkhouses or having a drunk in the local tavern.
>oh if they only knew....
>my comrades come up to the top with me and draw there arms towards the enemy.
>Our Eversti down in the embankment shouts:
>"NUKEILLE!"
>"NUKEILLE"
>*BANG BANG BA- BANG*
>We light up a shit storm on the nickers and charge straight in.
>"ALARM! ALARM"
>Some nickers bust out of the buildings and before we know it the entire area becomes a good old fire fight.
>I manage to get some shots off before being pinned down by suppressing fire.
>hiding behind some crates I curse our luck as nickers are relatively organized even for a small garrison, but that's mostly in turn for th-
>*BOOM!*
>Armored Company that is giving us hell right now.
>"We need to take out that panzer." a buddy of mine slides right into my cover.
>"Yeah but they got this area locked tight, can't get close."
>my buddy then points to a building.
>"I think you can flank the tank going through that building but its most likely infested with nickers."
>"Fuck it better than nothing."
>I get up from cover and rush over to the building, as I do bullets and explosions fly all around me.
>I barely make it inside....

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Anonymous Mon 27 May 2024 18:01:33 No.66094932 Report

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>>66094418
>"Fuck..... hah. hah.. that was fucking.... scary."
>"Yeah it was.."
>*Clatter.*
> we turn our heads to a noise
>Its a two nickers with an ammunition crate, hauling there shit inside.
>They quickly notice us and there faces go cold.
>*RAD-TA-TA-TA-TA*
>there body's lay there on the floor, gunned down by my ally.
>I take a moment to recompose myself and then start running down a hallway.
>The tank out there is doing some serious damage.
>We reach the other side of the building and peering out there is a shitton of nickers right by that tank.
>if I went out there now would mean the end for me and my friend.
>Gonna have to find another way to take out that tank.
>Upstairs we hear some thumping, nickers are upstairs so maybe...
>I gesture my friend to follow with and we run back down the hallway.
>We reach a stairwell and start up it.
>we hear a bunch of nickers moving around in the hallway.
>peering down there I see something that could help us.
>an RPG being carried by one of the soldiers.
>He enters a room rather quickly as to get into the fight happening in the courtyard.
>my head looks back to my friend then back down the hallway.
>"There's a soldier carrying an RPG"
>"where?"
>"Just entered one of the rooms facing the courtyard."
>"Alright...."
>taking a deep breath I enter the hallway with my gun drawn.
>Right now there all focused on the gunfight so they should be easy to deal with.
>soon enough we reach the room where the nickers are firing from.
>I take a grenade off my webbing.
>and toss it in.
>me and my comrade duck as...
>*BOOM!*
>"AHHA AH FUYCK!"
>We enter the room quickly and take them all down with our submachine guns.
>wasting no time I find the soldier with the RPG and grab it off of him.
>strolling over to a window with the RPG
>I look down and see the Tank firing upon my allies.
>raising my RPG towards the tank I aim for the point with the weakest armor.
>my breathing slows as I focus in on the tank.
>my finger pulls the trigger...