"Any visual", Scott asked Petrovonic, who was peering through the binoculars atop a large mountain overlooking the enemy camp. Men moved around in a rush.
"Nothing, since that women was dragged into that tent. But that was three hours ago", replied Petro. "Any ID on the girl?".
"Negative on that, probably just some villager. sex slave now. Well hop on up, I'll take it from here. Get a feed mate", Scott said kicking the soldier in the legs to move.
"Do you reckon the people watching this are enjoying it?", petrovonic asked walking away.
"Fuck if I care what some stuck up piece of shit thinks, I'm here to make the fucking grass grow!", Scott said peering through the binoculars down onto the unsuspecting camp.
Thirty minutes into Scotts, two hour watch, Fuller kicks him in the boot. "We are hitting the camp. Got the green, if he's not there we torch it, if he is we get his head and then torch it".
"Something feels off, there's to much activity going on, why now. Wait till nightfall our NVG's will make us near ghosts", argued Scott.
"Tenshins, camp is under attack. We are going to pull back but first we raid this camp, so gear up Lance Corporal, time to make the grass grow", replied Fuller. "we have mortar support for this, in five minutes they will bombard the camp with High explosive shells, for two minutes and lay down a smoke screen, our thermals will make it a walk in the park".
"Thermals?", Scott questioned.
"Please tell me you have thermals?"
"No, I don't"
"Fuck, righto, same with Kim. Right you two stay behind and secure our exfil. Weapons are hot, shoot to kill".
"Formation mate?"
"The standard, no need to get too technical. We hit the tent and get out, just make sure the exfil is secure".
"We'll make em into dogs breakfast if they walk in".
"Kitchens open, well let's hop to".
The six men partaking in the assault waited in the tree line as the mortar strikes hammered in the enemy camp shaking the ground violently in an amazing display of lights and fire power.
"Reminds of the Fourth of July as a kid", remarked Svertis smiling, watching on as the enemy run around getting dismembered.
Crouched down only metres from himself, leaves and branches obscuring his shape and environment displacement from the prehistoric enemy. The giant Chad born Argentine, looked to his right at the American and quietly spoke, "you are fucked in the head".
Oleg who was also in ear shot gave a smirk and silent laugh.
What seemed like a lifetime of earth pounding high explosives, the barrage was over after five minutes. Over a hundred earth rattling shells landed round the enemy camp in pure dominance, sending anyone who was foolish to stand around to meet a gruelling end.
Just as the enemy were able to catch their breath in the lull, their sight vanished and breathed hardened as the air around them turned to white. Just as they thought things couldn't get worse a soldier trembling with his sword in hand lashing out violently, slices into his friends back causing the armoured warrior to tumble down into the dirt, sending blood squirting all around. But the distraught trembling man had no chance to reflect on his actions his head exploded as a high velocity five-five-six full metal jacketed round forced its way with relative ease and the man slumped into the dust, and vanished in the haze of smoke.
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Full Metal History
Historical FictionThe Italian military has started a project which will hook up to a persons brain and send them back in time in their dreams. 8 men have been chosen and its up to CPL Fuller to keep them alive, for if you die there, you die in real life. Follow the s...
