The Other Side

One Shot

Location: Village in Atlas territory

Uyghur: You heard dispatch! 5 more minutes until we get artillery support! We can do it, we don't have a fucking choice. LLNO!

The surviving troops opened fire out of windows as artillery hounded the last structure. The scene devolved into one similar to that of Menagerie's city hall during the rebellion. Soldiers and civilians holding off against an unstoppable tide, surrounded from every side and with help far away. The fires were another thing in common, blazes burned inside of the building and because this was a small village there was no hope of putting it out. 

The Atlesians however did have a fire truck, originally put in an SDC mine it was armored up and had it's water tank swapped with something more, combative. Instead of water it hauled flammable fuel with flame dust infused to cause extra damage. The mixture formed something akin to napalm, incredibly hard to put out and extra lethal. Atlas troops moved up behind armored cars with a hose while bullets flew overhead.

The first attack had been stopped and the surviving Atlesians rallied behind the reinforcements. The soldiers began their assault on the crippled NO company as the hose team moved slowly up with a demolition crew. The demolitionists started to plant a bomb when a civilian armed with a hunting rifle saw them and fired a series of shots. The soldiers died and the bomb dropped but it was too late, the device activated. Nearby soldiers from both sides ducked for cover as the bomb blew a hole through the wall. Smoke rose and the hose was tossed in and the pump activated. 

The fluid moved through the hose and began to make the fires inside worse, igniting half of the ground floor. Because of how the liquid worked it seeped into the basement and small fires started at the entrance to the bunker. With this only being seconds of pumping there was little hope for survival.

Then the cruise missiles impacted. The modified truck was destroyed in the first of a series of blasts. Rockets obliterated large portions of the Atlesian assault and the liquid spilled across the village. The fires and debris gave NO troops a small amount of time to figure out a solution to their problems. 

Uyghur: I need the fires downstairs out ASAP, smother it or some shit. I also need that bunker entrance secured, we need a place to retreat if those bastards get in. Start grabbing debris and make a barrier around anything, block those fucks out.

Soldiers and civilians alike quickly started completing their tasks. A few soldiers ran outside to a well and grabbed buckets before filling them with mud. Other soldiers filled their helmets with mud and gravel. They would dump all of it on top of the burning liquid in a last ditch effort to starve the fire of oxygen. The effort proved a success but had the averse effect of burning many of the soldiers on firefighting duty. With these soldiers injured and no medical supplies to go around they were put in spots less likely to be attacked directly and put the (more, everyone has taken some hits by now) uninjured soldiers near the most probably targets.

Other groups piled debris in front of doors and a pair of civilians attempted to board up windows on the ground floor. They got all of two boards partially attached when gunfire tore through the walls again. The shelling and fires left the walls unable to stop many bullets, now enemy machine guns tore into NO defenders despite the cover. Luckily the fire was inaccurate and the soldiers were able to respond fast. 

A pair of soldiers from the basement heard the machine gun fire from above and decided to look for a anti vehicle weapon. Artillery had destroyed the 12th's rocket launchers and as such something improvised would be needed. Said improvised weapon was simple, a Molotov.

Soldier: Grab the booze, make some firebombs. If this works we can hold those dickweeds back for a little longer.

Now the soldiers here were not in the best combat capability, both having been hit repeatedly be enemy fire. Another issue was finding rags, most cloth had been taken by medics to treat the injured with makeshift splints and bandages. Because of this the soldiers decided dirty bandages that had been discarded would have to work.