Marban Hollow, Lockheed outskirts
"We're heading close to the town that will be painted in Collie's blood and our Flags all around." Says the commanding leader in one of his trucks he's sitting on a passenger seat.
Other trucks followed the same as the one in front, all with soldiers in it, few others with basic materials, and other building suppiles to commence building a FOB, well once they could manage to push back Colonial forces in order to have enough ground to build and defense.
It's not hot, or cold, climate is nice. Water is flowing in the rivers to the lake, and distant smoke is covering the skies slowly..gunshots start being heard more loud and louder as the first waves of soldier start rushing towards their defenses and pillboxes. Struggling to find cover along the bridge while being gunned down
Soldiers opening fire upon each other in a balanced way, which is bringing the frontline into a halt on the bridge, just near the enemy soil of Lockheed, more soldiers started pouring in as the trucks from the convoy soon made their stop, getting themselves to head reverse to save their vehicles. As Jurgen, steps off of the truck, he heard few bullets whistle pass him causing him to drop to the ground for avoiding any nearby stray bullets.
"God! That almost hit me!" Said Jurgen, lying on the ground, holding onto his rifle for dear life as the combat is just front ahead, Wardens all around him and infront, were just trying to hold their ground for now, as his squadmates are being wounded but still around to fight, with morale at a cost, machine gun fire coming from the end of the bridge, sounds of the KRN886-127 Machine Gun is ripping through the air and through comrades of Jurgen's squad he's in. "These fuckers are shooting through some of our cover!"
Another soldier replies, while holding onto his wounded chest, with a pistol in his right hand, "Well shoot back! No point if they are going to shoot through huh?! Some of us are defined by stone walls so get your ass over here and fight!"
Jurgen then crawl near cover, as soldiers are returning fire at where the machine gunner was firing at, before the Collie could get up and escape he got shot down where he was laying, nobody to use the machine gun now the offensive group did a concentrated charge, a squad leader picked up both Jurgen and couple of others off the ground and order them to charge forward but lack sorta behind to take aim and fire at any Collie that may give us more casualties.
"We're breaking through!" Says a fellow soldier, firing his rifle at a Collie to death! As the first Warden soldiers made it onto Lockheed, heading all around to cover ground as gunshots could still be heard....
Marban Hollow, Lockheed.
"We will hold our ground, every man station here must go take defensive positions and I need even more sandbags places around here and this street road here!" Yells an old Colonial officer, before grabbing a NCO throwing em out there with orders along with his squad and other stray soldiers. Everyone else started heading around town, some entering into buildings as they head to barricade windows and such, using it as vantage points for defense. As Wardens were being spotted being brought in from the west of the bridge being fallen under Warden hands, the safehouse north of the townbase was currently being sieged. With Colonials and Wardens fighting desperately for every inch of land they could achieve so far.
The battle doesn't seem so stable for the Colonials as they lost a hand full of suppiles and rifles at the bridge defenses that were just overrun and captured, much more backup is on the way quickly on foot or on motorized. The best that the Wardens could do for offensive is throwing everything they got at them in large numbers with it.
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