Flashia In A New World

Crusade (Eljeð pt.2)

it's already obvious if you have read this from start to here but if you didn't, basically I don't like this arc, I don't know what I was thinking even kicking this off.

Expect this whole thing going forward to be rushed at some point, or maybe not but the chance is high enough for me to warn you about it.

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3 days have passed since their initial push into the island of many cold taigas, and the engine has finally restarted.

"This is Foghorn Actual, be advised, our vics are all started up and ready, I repeat, our vics are all ready, the column is now ready to move, how copy over?"

As the Foreign Battalions soldiers in the Western portion of the island prepares for the awaited offensive, the commander of the platoon of Berian origin keyed his PTT.

"Glacier acknowledged, we will be mounting up shortly"

Then he turns to his counterpart in the actual Berian Army who had returned to the island with the rest of his regiment.

["Remember what I have told you"]

["Yes, we stay here and defend this settlement with our lives, you go kill more demons for our Beria, you do not have to tell me twice"]

The Foreign Battalion Berian gave a court nod before he then left for the vehicles waiting for him and all his men to get on. He walks up to the 2nd rear IFV and climbed into the vehicle via the already opened rear door. Shortly after that, he closed it shut.

"Glacier Actual is now onboard, we are good to go"

"Roger that, Foghorns' moving out"

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"Infantry, West" calmly called out a soldier sitting at the outer edge of the taiga to the East of the island looking through the thermal sight mounted on his rifle.

"...Where? Don't see 'em anyway..." his partner next to him scanned the area to no avail.

"Probably a cloaker..."

"...Yeah, that tracks... haaah..."

The battle buddy reached for the PTT button.

"Rifle-2 speaking here, Rifle-3 has spotted a cloaker checking us out, how should we proceed? Over"

"Tré, if you're within range, just take him out before we run into further problems" answered the squad leader.

A sharp bang loudly resonated throughout the air immediately after.

"Terra down" the shooter with the thermal sight reported.

"He dead?" he leaned over the soldier while briefly letting go of the PTT.

"Dead as hell"

"You sure?"

"I saw blood splatter out his head, I'm sure"

"Solid copy, Tré" the fingers return to press and hold onto the button again "Rifle-3 already took care of that"

"Tré roger that"

The infantrymen continued to hold their grounds, scanning in an almost 270-degree radius for threats other than the devil one of them just shot for a while.

To their left, another rifle squad was jogging up to the front before lowering their posture in a stop. To their right, a BMK 16 slightly sped past them and as it overtakes the squad, the RWS discharges a burst out of its GPMG.