Post by KyferLegs (Diria) on Feb 4, 2023 1:20:45 GMT -5
Soldiers quickly got up and ran across the dune while three smoke grenades splashed and rolled. The sand kicked up as the hiss of smoke spreading were hidden by the immediate reaction of rifle and machine gun fire. Quickly, the front of the many makeshift defenses and trenches set up at the base of the dune blanked by a white smog, only broken by the yellow flashes of gunfire. Quickly, the attacking men rushed down from the dunes into the trench, the first losing his footing as his feet slammed into the other side of the trench. Grunting, he pointed his rifle away from his side while he sat on his back, only for red to stain his thigh. Quickly after, the Sergeant and the rest of the squad rushed into the sprawling network. A hail of bullets slammed next to the Sergeant when turning a corner, and an unfortunate Private was dotted red, splashed across his torso as he fell. The Sergeant quickly swiveled his rifle held to his stomach as the smoke began to clear. He promptly spoke while grabbing a blue-colored grenade from his webbing and looked to the Lance Corporal and Private hiding behind a couple of crates, "On my mark!" Quickly, and pulling the pen, he tossed the grenade down the long stretch of trench only for nothing to happen.
Nonetheless, he quickly gave some hand signals and rushed down the passage with raised guns. He turned the corner and stared at the disgruntled-looking men dressed as him with red armbands. The Lance Corporal promptly ran ahead, taking cover at the front of the trench they had just taken. The Sergeant jokingly tipped his cap to the fellow Sergeant, acting dead, while he rubbed his brow. However, before the squad of three could celebrate, another soldier away from their position quickly yelled a slurry of obscenities which the Sergeant easily translated as armor: "Armor!" Close to their position, an armored car and its large desert-accustomed wheels sank into the dune. It promptly stopped, its suspension compressed violently as the vehicle titled forwards. The car had a red flag attached to its oversized turret fitted with a covered 25mm coaxial cannon and a functioning hull-mounted LMG, all built apart of the relatively small chassis.
The LMG of the armored car quickly opened up after the warning, a hail of paint bullets splashing against the area where the soldier had shouted. The Sergeant promptly tugged the Private down as he dove to where the Lance Corporal tucked his head down. The Lance Corporal quickly murmured, "There goes the rest." The loud, exhausted engine of the armored car grew close to the position of three. However, before it could find a suitable angle to eliminate them, the loud sputter and clang of failing machinery caused the men to look over the ridge of the trench. The soldiers watched the pitiful sight of the armored car emitting foul black smoke and tilting too far backward from, most likely, a broken rear axle. Quickly after, the crew hopped out, waving the smoke from their faces. Quickly the Lance Corporal cheekily turns his face to his Sergeant and speaks, "Seems like Allah was with us today." The Sergeant, nonetheless, despite their luck and probably a day without a sore chest, sighs. His eyes focused on the supposedly "revolutionary" vehicle in front of him while he listened to the whispers around him; "Does that mean we win?"
Nonetheless, he quickly gave some hand signals and rushed down the passage with raised guns. He turned the corner and stared at the disgruntled-looking men dressed as him with red armbands. The Lance Corporal promptly ran ahead, taking cover at the front of the trench they had just taken. The Sergeant jokingly tipped his cap to the fellow Sergeant, acting dead, while he rubbed his brow. However, before the squad of three could celebrate, another soldier away from their position quickly yelled a slurry of obscenities which the Sergeant easily translated as armor: "Armor!" Close to their position, an armored car and its large desert-accustomed wheels sank into the dune. It promptly stopped, its suspension compressed violently as the vehicle titled forwards. The car had a red flag attached to its oversized turret fitted with a covered 25mm coaxial cannon and a functioning hull-mounted LMG, all built apart of the relatively small chassis.
The LMG of the armored car quickly opened up after the warning, a hail of paint bullets splashing against the area where the soldier had shouted. The Sergeant promptly tugged the Private down as he dove to where the Lance Corporal tucked his head down. The Lance Corporal quickly murmured, "There goes the rest." The loud, exhausted engine of the armored car grew close to the position of three. However, before it could find a suitable angle to eliminate them, the loud sputter and clang of failing machinery caused the men to look over the ridge of the trench. The soldiers watched the pitiful sight of the armored car emitting foul black smoke and tilting too far backward from, most likely, a broken rear axle. Quickly after, the crew hopped out, waving the smoke from their faces. Quickly the Lance Corporal cheekily turns his face to his Sergeant and speaks, "Seems like Allah was with us today." The Sergeant, nonetheless, despite their luck and probably a day without a sore chest, sighs. His eyes focused on the supposedly "revolutionary" vehicle in front of him while he listened to the whispers around him; "Does that mean we win?"