Monroe finished cutting the front wire, all around him he could hear cannons firing, some closer then others, soldiers getting blasted to bits, Even smaller then bits in some cases! But the job was not yet done. He grabbed his shotgun and ran over the dune, a shot rang of and just missed his head, He kept running. Another went off knocking him down, his head hurt, his helmet maybe? Didn't matter, he was awake and still in the marksmen line of sight. He got up just as a shot barely missed him again. His luck was high now but he really didn't want to push his luck.

Monroe landed just at the base of one of the bunkers, the bunker next to his took a shell right in the front, a good one too, Though he could still see shots coming from it. Hunter peered around the corner of the bunker and found his marksmen as he was almost shot. He ducked back into cover, this guy was technically in range of his gun but he had an uphill advantage. And his sights were trained as well as in cover.

Steven turned around the corner firing in suppression fire with his shotgun. *BLAM* *BLAM* *BLAM* *BLAM* After these shots he ran for closer cover, only getting himself stuck in a crater. "Shit shit shit shit!" He was stuck, he was also way to far ahead of the other soldiers. He would be forced to wait here until someone took out the marksmen.

@Kurai Assassin Scott nodded and getting up. Upon seeing the tank he is given a bright sense of hope. like he just might make it out in one piece

A tank shell hit the Massive bunker and blown up a quarter of it, the machine gunner inside almost gotten blown up and was knocked to his feet, another machine gunner was killed almost instantly

their was only 3 Gunners firing at the moment. the Hail of bullets slowed down for once.

"Hey, were gonna do this now. follow me and just suppress the guy up in the pillbox. were gonna link up with the engineers up on the front line" Damian said pulling his rifle around so he was ready to fire. he waited for the rounds to stop firing. Looking down his sights he aimed at the guy reloading the weapon, *blam* *blam* *blam* 3 shots zipped off towards, the first pinged of the ammo case, the second ricocheted of the weapon its self and hit the main gunner and the final round hit the german soldier in his shoulder incapacitating him. Damian now took off towards the beach head and then motioned for Scott to do the same

Steven was suppressed, the guy shooting at him had a friend now. Monroe went though his supplies to find a grenade. "Alright! You ass holes can surrender now or I will throw this thing at you!" More shots went off around him. Maybe they didn't understand him, but he gave fair warning. he lobbed the grenade at them but it landed short in front of the crest of the hill they were shooting at him from. Though it pinned them long enough for him to get closer. This time though a shot rang out hitting him int he leg dropping him into another crater. "DAMMIT!" It hurt...like hell.

Monroe was getting ready to return fire but his gun wasn't it he hole. he looked just over the edge to see his gun fell just outside of it, if he reached for it he would get shot again. He drew his sidearm and fired a couple shots at the two shooters. They returned fire just as fast. "Okay okay, new plan...I got nothing...Crap." Hunter was in the hole right now...Literally.

At this point all he could do was wait it out and hope for the best. More troops maybe? A medic? Decent food? he would take any of those right now.

@Kurai Assassin Scott ran out of the cover, and quickly noticing the persons missing gun, He runs over to grab it with a stream of bullets nearly hitting him and striking the beach beside him, Scott swooped down and grabbed it, throwing it to the person in the tiny hole and kept running,

Scott kept running towards the beach head following his orders the gunner turned his attention to him, Sending a stream of bullets at Scott, each one whizzed by him. Pain Exploded into Scotts leg and Scott unleashes a Loud yell. a bullet went straight through his leg causing him to fall down into a trench. out of sight from the gunner's

Scott was still alive though. the gunner's would think that hes dead.

Shit. now the kid was down. Damian quickly got up and ran towards the trench that Scott had gone down in. noticing the wound he tore open the trouser leg, and laughed. "You lucky son of a bitch, its a ricochet. must've hit a rock or one of those iron things that are along the beach." there was blood coming from the wound but it wasnt deep to a point where it was serious. he had to however get the round out of scotts leg. most of the medics were with the engineers at the beach head so that wasnt an option. " Brace yourself kid this is gonna be painful" he said grabbing his bayonet from his pack.

the spent shell fell out of the cannon and Slauchik loaded another HE, "FIRE" Bohater commanded, sending another round into the bunker, the tank had managed to get close enough and Kolwalski began shooting the hull machine gun at the Germans on the hill. "target the other bunker" the tank's turret swiveled around to the other bunker and fired into it.

The rifle men got pinned by machine gun fire from the beach, sadly that only slowed them down. Hunter was still too wounded to run, so he was stuck. "Hey! Assholes! Stop shooting for a seconds so I can grab my gun and shoot you!" Hunter thought it would work but two shots rang by him again. "Just wait cowards! once I am armed I'll get ya both!" He still had his side arm but against two rifles he was likely to get killed at this range. Though it may buy him time to grab his gun?

Hunter reached over the side long enough to empty his 1911 into the hill side, when he ran out he reached over to his shotgun and grabbed it pulling it into his hole. "Step one, get gun, check."

@Kurai Assassin Scott stared at his leg and the guys Bayonet, he shaked his head knowing what the guy would do, theirs no way hes gonna let him shove a blade into his leg. ew, Uhhhmmmm No thanks eh! He said with his eyes open as he stared at the guy

and then the bunker beside him exploded as a nearby tank shot it, a chunk of rock nearly hitting him and causing a big rock fall to the right, making a tiny rock staircase to the bunker

"look trust me, unless you wanna lose the leg this is the only way. id get one of the medics todo it but theyre at the beach head or dead" Damian said as a mortar round hit just infront of the trench him and jack were in.

Scott flinched and fell backwards at the Mortar round exploding infront of him, fortunately far enough away not to do any damage, Mud and sand sprayed over the two Soldiers in the trench

Scott grunted, realizing that Damian would be is only help at the moment, fine, but hurry please he commanded Damian,

Quickly but carefully damian inserted the tip into the wound and scooped out the round. "see that wasnt too bad was it." he said grabbing a bandage from his backpack. helping him up Damian carried scott to the tank. "Oi mate. you reckon you can sit him in here with you until we take this beach"

with the machinegun fire from the bunkers lessened Bohater managed to peek out of the tank hatch and use his binoculars to look at the hill as the tank's own two machineguns suppressed it. when he heard someone calling to him over the gunfire he looked down to see an American dragging a Canadian soldier toward the tank "we don't-..." he was cut of by machinegun fire pinging off the tank's armor, the source of which was taken out by the tank's main cannon "just get the Canuck behind us, we'll have the beach soon!"

Meanwhile, in England...

Erik was glaring away across the Channel, he could see the French coast on the other end. It would've been a grand sight, worthy of a postcard, but Erik knew better. He knew there were men there somewhere along that long stretch of sand, fighting the Jerries for the gateway into France. He took his fag (British slang for cigarette) and flicked it off the dock edge, and went down to the warehouse to check on his crew. When he got to the right warehouse, he entered to a small, cheery scene. His crew had found their way into his personal whiskey stash he bought from an American supply clerk and had cracked some open to the tunes of Britain's best singer, John Mcormack.

"Geeman!" Erik yelled "There better still be six of those bottles filled, cause we are definitely going to sell some of them back to the Yanks for cig money, you hear?"

"Well, we could piss in some of em and say its whiskey, maybe get some men sober enough for combat while we're at it," he replied while laughing his head off.

"Or..." Erik said, cutting him off, "I could sell you to Jerry, hell, as if they could stand an hour with ya in the same tent as em."

The crew laughed, and it was a jaunty celebration all the way through, the Bren was in shape, and stocked with shells that could tear any tank's hull in two as far as its been tested. As for Jerry's Meds itself, it had been polished and hooked up to the back of the Bren, ready to pop some pills to cure the German blokes of...well...themselves.

All was good, Jock got a deck of cards from a marine and the gambling began, Erik was away with himself, popping half his pocket's worth on the table at the start, and losing it all in a flush. Yet somehow, even with all his failures, he still managed to bring himself to a net gain of nothing and net loss of nothing. Jock had passed out from whiskey and was lying on the back of the Bren on top of the shells while Tim had left to go back to his bunk. Geeman choose to head into town for the night, as if he hadn't been to town already. As for Erik, Erik went back to the dock edge, sat down, lit up a fag, and took out his pocketbook. In only a matter of hours, he and his men would be across the waves and on the sandy beaches of France. He wondered if any of the Frenchies had extra fags to spare, I mean, he was saving them from Jerry, after all...

@Kurai Assassin Scott Screams in pain as the guy literally cuts a bullet out of his leg without even warning him, the pain exploding inside of his leg for a moment. He stopped screaming shortly after the bullet was cut out,

Scott grabbed the side of the tank and gotten up, Mud covering his legs Thanks Eh He thanked the person, and rested up against the side of the tank, nervously and shaking,

cringing as the Mortar Shells make their loud roar and Blow up the group near him. his face was shell shocked. and frankly, he was too.

"Good luck mate." Damian said and with that he started to sprint back up the beach. reaching the first pill box that was showering the beach in lead Damian grabbed one of his grenades and tossed it straight up and into the pillbox, but one of the soldiers had thrown it back out and it exploded just above Damian sending him flying backwards and knocking him unconscious

@Kurai Assassin Scott watched as his american comrade fell unconscious in front of him, Scott Cringed and nearly fell back, He walked forward and grabbed a hold of his comrades sleeves and pulled him towards the Tank, Grunting as he pulled the Heavy person,

using the tank as a bullet shield, he blinked, not knowing what to do, he looked around him for someone else to give him orders but all he could see was a Sea of corpses,

the bodies of people he never known littered the ground, in torn apart positions, as if they died traumatically, without remorse or mercy, Scott started Hyperventilating he had no idea what to do, the only ally that wasn't dead or asleep was a guy in a tank

He rested against the back of the tank, he couldn't rest at all, the sounds of Bullets were everywhere, he was exhaling in and out. extremely fast.

The gun fire stopped, Monroe didn't know why or how but he took it as his chance to get out of their, he was still limping but he was making decent time. He ran back under the bunker and sat down at the foundation...Then he realized maybe getting off the beach was a good thing...The entire beach lay with dead bodies...Everywhere.

He puked for a moment then shots rang off again, he was getting shot at. He had a few options here, Go back to the beach, stay here and hope he doesn't get flanked, or go at the two sharpshooters. He reloaded the shotgun and pumped it, no matter what he was risking being a dead man.

Monroe grabbed the flare gun from his vest and made sure it was loaded. He fired the flare, it landing one of the soldiers in the face. Steven took this chance to move back onto the beach. He took cover by a dune not far from the tank. He figured here was better then up their getting shot at by snipers.

Scott Watched the soldier do his thing, and run over to cover, Scott still had no idea to do, so he yelled out Hey, What now Eh! Trying to get the persons attention,

Monroe looked over to the other soldier. "Well we need to get past those guns, Lacking a mortar may be a problem but the tank may help!" He stopped and started to think for a second. "If the tank can keep up decent speed I saw a road it may be able to take to give us cover to get over the hill! We still have enemy artillery so if it stops it will be destroyed! But once it gets over the hills we should be good!"

Monroe was hoping that plan would work...He was just hoping the infantry would back off once the tank got over the hill top. Then the rest of the problems could be dealt with later.
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