Pvt Bagha is holding on to his assault rifle with whitened hands as the Amphibious Fighting Vehicle is approaching the beaches of Salvador. Just an hour earlier the lead units of the 5th and 7th Marine Divisions had conducted an airborne invasion of the beaches of Salvador assisted by the countless fighters, bombers and Close Air Support aircrafts from the Task Force Jhansi. The Marine Private knew as lead echelons of the first wave of amphibious reinforcements he and his comrades would have a tough time to secure the beachheads the airborne troops would be trying to hold now. Though he had trained for this in several amphibious assault exercises, the prospect of actual combat was quite daunting. Several hours of videos and documentaries the troops had been shown of the Normandy Invasions of World War Two had also acclimatized them to expect a substantial measure of attrition.
Through rolling waves the AFVs carved a way through jostling the combat infantry inside, waiting to be shot at, waiting for the defenses of Holy American Empire to tear through their ranks. Though the batteries aboard the warships of the Task Force and the combat aircrafts patrolling above would ensure that any hostility would be suppressed effectively, it was the norm to expect casualties. However the only roar the soldiers heard were those of the AFV’s own massive engines and numerous aircrafts screaming overhead.
“Prepare yourself for the landing, just 100 meters out, “ the AFV driver announced and the platoon sergeant shouted, “Brace yourself, men, this is it.” With a loud thud the AFV’s tracks made contact with the soil of the beach and started churning it to mud as it raced forward, its turret mounted heavy machine gun scanning for targets and the combat infantry inside pointing their rifles out through the reinforced gunsights. Pvt Bagha who was at the front of the vehicle and the last to leave the vehicle braced for the rear doors to open and the attack to start with fury. The rear doors were thrown open and as the light of breaking dawn ventured into the vehicle, Pvt Bagha ran out of the vehicle following his squad to take firing positions.
It was a mad dash to reach the clearly visible beachhead occupied by the airborne troops and only after he reached the beachhead lines and let his adrenaline be overcome by other senses that he was aware of the most unseeming quietness. No defense. No attack upon them. In fact there seemed to be no human presence at all.
It was then that the stench hit his nose. The most revolting and evil smell that he has ever experienced. The smell of charred and putrifying human remains. It was coming mostly from the South West where the town of Salvador was supposed to be. The Uighur lad prayed a silent prayer to Allah to give him strength to face the horrors he realized he had in store for him.
The same was the story across the Eastern seaboard of South America as the landing units of Task Force Rajput, Jhansi and Khampa arrived at vistas of apocalyptic destruction. The Third and Fourth Marine Divisions had landed north of Georgetown in Guyana and the 8th and 9th Marine Divisions landed South of Rio de Janeiro. Following the Marine Divisions the three Airborne Divisions would be landed at the beachheads as the engineers established logistical pathways for the heavier units to come. The Marine Divisions would start moving along the coastline to secure the continent to be replaced by the Armored cavalry Regiments and Mechanized Divisions as they disembark.
Through rolling waves the AFVs carved a way through jostling the combat infantry inside, waiting to be shot at, waiting for the defenses of Holy American Empire to tear through their ranks. Though the batteries aboard the warships of the Task Force and the combat aircrafts patrolling above would ensure that any hostility would be suppressed effectively, it was the norm to expect casualties. However the only roar the soldiers heard were those of the AFV’s own massive engines and numerous aircrafts screaming overhead.
“Prepare yourself for the landing, just 100 meters out, “ the AFV driver announced and the platoon sergeant shouted, “Brace yourself, men, this is it.” With a loud thud the AFV’s tracks made contact with the soil of the beach and started churning it to mud as it raced forward, its turret mounted heavy machine gun scanning for targets and the combat infantry inside pointing their rifles out through the reinforced gunsights. Pvt Bagha who was at the front of the vehicle and the last to leave the vehicle braced for the rear doors to open and the attack to start with fury. The rear doors were thrown open and as the light of breaking dawn ventured into the vehicle, Pvt Bagha ran out of the vehicle following his squad to take firing positions.
It was a mad dash to reach the clearly visible beachhead occupied by the airborne troops and only after he reached the beachhead lines and let his adrenaline be overcome by other senses that he was aware of the most unseeming quietness. No defense. No attack upon them. In fact there seemed to be no human presence at all.
It was then that the stench hit his nose. The most revolting and evil smell that he has ever experienced. The smell of charred and putrifying human remains. It was coming mostly from the South West where the town of Salvador was supposed to be. The Uighur lad prayed a silent prayer to Allah to give him strength to face the horrors he realized he had in store for him.
The same was the story across the Eastern seaboard of South America as the landing units of Task Force Rajput, Jhansi and Khampa arrived at vistas of apocalyptic destruction. The Third and Fourth Marine Divisions had landed north of Georgetown in Guyana and the 8th and 9th Marine Divisions landed South of Rio de Janeiro. Following the Marine Divisions the three Airborne Divisions would be landed at the beachheads as the engineers established logistical pathways for the heavier units to come. The Marine Divisions would start moving along the coastline to secure the continent to be replaced by the Armored cavalry Regiments and Mechanized Divisions as they disembark.
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