The fire team 25BD had laid out fully three layers of defensive perimeters, each with successively shorter circumference. They had got information that a 1st Airborne Division GH44 was coming their way carrying a squad strength of combat infantry to relieve them. It is apparently only an hour or two out, flying at maximum speed towards them. Till then they had to hold the ground. Between the four commandos they have 2 CS56AR Assault Rifles, one CS76AR Assault Rifle, one CS76AW Squad Automatic Weapon, four CS90SM Sub Machine Guns and one CS40GL Grenade Launcher. Each commando carried 500 rounds each of 5.56 x 45mm and 7.62 x 51mm rounds and ten 40 x 46mm grenades and 15 each of fragmentation and smoke grenades. Their stocks of MNP Anti personnel mines were already laid out in the defenses. As they distributed their ammunition stocks in preparation for the assault, the militias could be seen approaching from around 4 kilometers out, they mentally prepared for the impending fire fight.
Hunkering down at the outermost perimeter where they had all dug their own foxholes, the fire team started shooting bursts at single shots at the extreme range of their CS56AR Assault Rifles. The rifles with their silencers were being silently effective driving the horde in a very planned fashion towards the mine traps. After a sufficient number of militia had crossed the first minefield, the mines were remotely triggered and in a massive crump several of the militia fell down. This however only enraged the militia further and they started running towards the team shouting and screaming, with several of them firing guns at them, albeit with a relatively poor aim. The team started firing in volumes at the approaching hordes but soon realized that their outer perimeter is untenable. Triggering smoke grenades they grabbed the remaining munitions from that defense line and raced to the middle line hoping that the distraction of smokes and triggered grenades that would explode in a few seconds would buy them enough confusion in the enemy ranks for them to settle securely in their second firebase which was in a skewed axis from that of the approach towards the outer defensive line.
However as the smoke cleared the commandos were in for a shock themselves. Contrary to all aspects of common sense and intelligence the militia had run blindly through the smokescreen and exploding grenades to be only a few yards in front of them. In a controlled panic the fire team started firing at the approaching militia many of them apparently injured already from the numerous blood stains all over their body. Several of them even seemed to be injured in the face but still keeping on fighting, their faces also bloodied. As the firefights soon turned into close quarter combat the commandos all switched to their sub machine guns and laid out a massive volume of fire on the rampaging horde of militia. Crouching shoulder to shoulder in a tight arc, they had realized earlier on that the militia were not very proficient in small arms and did not seem to have any explosive munitions, they as one increased the tempo of firing and laid out a volley of grenades from the under slung grenade launchers of their rifles. In the devastative lull caused by this intense volley they made their run towards the last defensive line. Immediately after reaching this line they triggered the rest of their mine traps, hoping against hope that the devastation caused by this round of attrition would make the militia retreat. As they watched to their horror that the militia though depleted severely in numbers were still approaching with a mad fury, the Team Lead, a Major in RCSF called to the GH44 which should have been at their position almost 15 minutes back. However there was only static in the comms codes corresponding to the GH44 sent to them. As he switched around to the base frequency of Task Force Rajput he finally made contact and he shouted, " This is SpecFor Two Five Bravo Delta! Where is that bloody relief you promised us."
To this after a tense two seconds came the reply, "Bad news, the GH44 crashed on the way at El Tuparro National Park, causes unknown. You are on your own. You are advised to escape and evade from the location as soon as possible. Sorry."
The Major had only one response to that, an expletive of four syllables.
"Team, we are on our own, we have to fight our way out. No alternative. Rescue team has crashed and no one is coming now," the Major screamed to the rest of his fireteam.
"Well isn't that just wonderful? They have got more numbers than we have bullets left and they seem too hyper aggressive to even care about attrition," The Squad Sergeant said derisively while wiping dirt, sweat and grime off her forehead.
"So basically we are screwed?" The Lieutenant asked while shooting another 3 round burst at two approaching militia from his CS76AR.
"Oh yes Sir, we are definitely dead here. Well at least let us take more of them down before they take us down. After all by numbers we are certainly way ahead of them. I have a count of 58. How many have you tagged, Lieut?" the Lance Corporal asked.
"I think I have tagged around 49, but the champ is the Sarge, with her Machine gun. Sarge, how many have you tagged?" The Lieutenant asked.
"Shut up and kill more of them instead of counting. And knowing you Corporal, I am amazed that you even know to count up to 58," the Sergeant scolded the two team mates before laying another swathe of fire at the approaching militia whose gunfire were now becoming actually dangerous enough to matter, because of proximity. "Also, I believe 145, " the Sergeant replied with a rare smile.
"Well, well, well. We have had the miracle of our lifetimes. The Sergeant has cracked a wit. Now let us get on with it, friends," the Major said bayoneting a militia who had jumped rather close to him and shooting through him to take out two other militia. The four commandos of the Royal Cochin Special Forces carried on firing at the militia, not unmindful of the fact that death is but a few minutes away but determined to embrace it blazing and with panache as is traditional for the "Invisibles" of the 25th Special Forces Regiment.
Hunkering down at the outermost perimeter where they had all dug their own foxholes, the fire team started shooting bursts at single shots at the extreme range of their CS56AR Assault Rifles. The rifles with their silencers were being silently effective driving the horde in a very planned fashion towards the mine traps. After a sufficient number of militia had crossed the first minefield, the mines were remotely triggered and in a massive crump several of the militia fell down. This however only enraged the militia further and they started running towards the team shouting and screaming, with several of them firing guns at them, albeit with a relatively poor aim. The team started firing in volumes at the approaching hordes but soon realized that their outer perimeter is untenable. Triggering smoke grenades they grabbed the remaining munitions from that defense line and raced to the middle line hoping that the distraction of smokes and triggered grenades that would explode in a few seconds would buy them enough confusion in the enemy ranks for them to settle securely in their second firebase which was in a skewed axis from that of the approach towards the outer defensive line.
However as the smoke cleared the commandos were in for a shock themselves. Contrary to all aspects of common sense and intelligence the militia had run blindly through the smokescreen and exploding grenades to be only a few yards in front of them. In a controlled panic the fire team started firing at the approaching militia many of them apparently injured already from the numerous blood stains all over their body. Several of them even seemed to be injured in the face but still keeping on fighting, their faces also bloodied. As the firefights soon turned into close quarter combat the commandos all switched to their sub machine guns and laid out a massive volume of fire on the rampaging horde of militia. Crouching shoulder to shoulder in a tight arc, they had realized earlier on that the militia were not very proficient in small arms and did not seem to have any explosive munitions, they as one increased the tempo of firing and laid out a volley of grenades from the under slung grenade launchers of their rifles. In the devastative lull caused by this intense volley they made their run towards the last defensive line. Immediately after reaching this line they triggered the rest of their mine traps, hoping against hope that the devastation caused by this round of attrition would make the militia retreat. As they watched to their horror that the militia though depleted severely in numbers were still approaching with a mad fury, the Team Lead, a Major in RCSF called to the GH44 which should have been at their position almost 15 minutes back. However there was only static in the comms codes corresponding to the GH44 sent to them. As he switched around to the base frequency of Task Force Rajput he finally made contact and he shouted, " This is SpecFor Two Five Bravo Delta! Where is that bloody relief you promised us."
To this after a tense two seconds came the reply, "Bad news, the GH44 crashed on the way at El Tuparro National Park, causes unknown. You are on your own. You are advised to escape and evade from the location as soon as possible. Sorry."
The Major had only one response to that, an expletive of four syllables.
"Team, we are on our own, we have to fight our way out. No alternative. Rescue team has crashed and no one is coming now," the Major screamed to the rest of his fireteam.
"Well isn't that just wonderful? They have got more numbers than we have bullets left and they seem too hyper aggressive to even care about attrition," The Squad Sergeant said derisively while wiping dirt, sweat and grime off her forehead.
"So basically we are screwed?" The Lieutenant asked while shooting another 3 round burst at two approaching militia from his CS76AR.
"Oh yes Sir, we are definitely dead here. Well at least let us take more of them down before they take us down. After all by numbers we are certainly way ahead of them. I have a count of 58. How many have you tagged, Lieut?" the Lance Corporal asked.
"I think I have tagged around 49, but the champ is the Sarge, with her Machine gun. Sarge, how many have you tagged?" The Lieutenant asked.
"Shut up and kill more of them instead of counting. And knowing you Corporal, I am amazed that you even know to count up to 58," the Sergeant scolded the two team mates before laying another swathe of fire at the approaching militia whose gunfire were now becoming actually dangerous enough to matter, because of proximity. "Also, I believe 145, " the Sergeant replied with a rare smile.
"Well, well, well. We have had the miracle of our lifetimes. The Sergeant has cracked a wit. Now let us get on with it, friends," the Major said bayoneting a militia who had jumped rather close to him and shooting through him to take out two other militia. The four commandos of the Royal Cochin Special Forces carried on firing at the militia, not unmindful of the fact that death is but a few minutes away but determined to embrace it blazing and with panache as is traditional for the "Invisibles" of the 25th Special Forces Regiment.
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