04-11-2025, 11:35 PM
11:48, military convoy, south-west of Sholemberg, liberated Amudim.
The fighting had been intense lately, as these mercenaries were unwilling to retreat peacefully. They were taking their time, looting as they went. It was a smart tactic, damage the land as much as possible to make it more difficult for the rebels to set up any semblance of a structured society. Bannerhafen would love to use that in their news broadcasts. The Jelbic undercover troops had been helping the rebels mop up several mercenary outposts so far, just yesterday they had taken out a dozen of them that were packing up televisions and washing machines from a looted electronics store. Recent radio contact had made it clear the fighting had to quiet down before they would be cycled out. She had been here almost a year now. She thought of home and her dog. Better not have chewed on the new couch again. As she looked out at the sandy and rocky land around them she saw something flash by..
The car before them had exploded with a great force. Their driver had swerved off just in time. "CONTACT FRONT!" Her sergeant had shouted before being shot seconds later. The firefight was intense, the mercenaries had them on at least two sides with intense machinegun fire. We're sitting ducks here. She tapped the senior sergeant next to her. "We're moving up, on me." She got up and started to lay down covering fire. So did the rest of the squad. She got two, then she sprinted across behind the burning pick up truck. She peeked left and saw one man firing an RPG. Oh. Then it all went dark.
The fighting had been intense lately, as these mercenaries were unwilling to retreat peacefully. They were taking their time, looting as they went. It was a smart tactic, damage the land as much as possible to make it more difficult for the rebels to set up any semblance of a structured society. Bannerhafen would love to use that in their news broadcasts. The Jelbic undercover troops had been helping the rebels mop up several mercenary outposts so far, just yesterday they had taken out a dozen of them that were packing up televisions and washing machines from a looted electronics store. Recent radio contact had made it clear the fighting had to quiet down before they would be cycled out. She had been here almost a year now. She thought of home and her dog. Better not have chewed on the new couch again. As she looked out at the sandy and rocky land around them she saw something flash by..
The car before them had exploded with a great force. Their driver had swerved off just in time. "CONTACT FRONT!" Her sergeant had shouted before being shot seconds later. The firefight was intense, the mercenaries had them on at least two sides with intense machinegun fire. We're sitting ducks here. She tapped the senior sergeant next to her. "We're moving up, on me." She got up and started to lay down covering fire. So did the rest of the squad. She got two, then she sprinted across behind the burning pick up truck. She peeked left and saw one man firing an RPG. Oh. Then it all went dark.