SyrianHamster said
It appeared the Russian garrison was in retreat, and with the third and final level of the factory complex taken,
Well, those Russians are all dead men.Gotta love order number 277.
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Well, those Russians are all dead men.Gotta love order number 277.
Junior Sergeant Aleksandr Lagunov’s hand shook uncontrollably as he attempted to reload his rifle. The clip was slick with fresh blood from the hole in his arm and it slipped from his grasp and clattered at his feet. He quickly bent down and retrieved it, ignoring the pain in his arm.
“Sergeant, you need medical attention!” The man next to him, a young private, shouted over the roar of the squad’s DP machine gun.
“N-no….I’m fine.” Was his shaky response. He managed to maneuver the 7.62x54mm clip into place and reload his weapon. He turned and leaned out of a window, aimed at an advancing German soldier, and fired. The shot went a few inches wide, hitting the street next to the soldier. He swore, chambered another cartridge, and fired again. This time he didn't miss, and his target slumped to the ground. Several other hostiles who had attempted to advance were quickly cut down by a long burst from the machine gun.
This was the second German assault on his position, a two story building overlooking a major intersection, in the past three hours. His squad had lost contact with the rest of the platoon during the first assault, and they had been on their own since. They were halting the German’s advance so far, but without support, they wouldn't last much longer.
“Sergeant, you need medical attention!” The man next to him, a young private, shouted over the roar of the squad’s DP machine gun.
“N-no….I’m fine.” Was his shaky response. He managed to maneuver the 7.62x54mm clip into place and reload his weapon. He turned and leaned out of a window, aimed at an advancing German soldier, and fired. The shot went a few inches wide, hitting the street next to the soldier. He swore, chambered another cartridge, and fired again. This time he didn't miss, and his target slumped to the ground. Several other hostiles who had attempted to advance were quickly cut down by a long burst from the machine gun.
This was the second German assault on his position, a two story building overlooking a major intersection, in the past three hours. His squad had lost contact with the rest of the platoon during the first assault, and they had been on their own since. They were halting the German’s advance so far, but without support, they wouldn't last much longer.
Voltus_Ventus said
The woman in the poster is holding a select fire SMG. Not a bolt action...
Do not question the logic of the Soviet Union tovarisch.
Its fine if your character is in Aleksandr's unit solamelike.
Name: Aleksandr “Sasha” Aleksandrovich Lagunov
Age: 22
Description: Aleksandr is about 5’6” tall and his slender frame is hidden by a heavy greatcoat. He has pale blue eyes and wears an ushanka over his short brown hair.
Background: Aleksandr was one of the thousands of young men who enlisted into the Red Army to defend the Motherland. He had only been out of basic training and assigned to the 284th Rifle Division, 62nd Army for a few weeks before the German forces approached the city of Stalingrad. The 62nd Army was ordered to defend the city at all costs, and Aleksandr and his comrades dug in to defend. Early in the battle, many of the junior officers and sergeants in his unit were killed, causing Aleksandr to receive a hasty field promotion to the rank of junior sergeant after rallying his leaderless squad during the fighting. Lacking much combat or leadership experience, he struggles to command his men in the bloody combat.
Unit: 62nd Army, 284th Rifle Division
Role: Section/Squad Leader
Equipment: Mosin Nagant 91/30, RGD-33 Fragmentation Grenade, Bayonet, Several 7.62x54mmR Stripper Clips
Rank: Junior Sergeant
Age: 22
Description: Aleksandr is about 5’6” tall and his slender frame is hidden by a heavy greatcoat. He has pale blue eyes and wears an ushanka over his short brown hair.
Background: Aleksandr was one of the thousands of young men who enlisted into the Red Army to defend the Motherland. He had only been out of basic training and assigned to the 284th Rifle Division, 62nd Army for a few weeks before the German forces approached the city of Stalingrad. The 62nd Army was ordered to defend the city at all costs, and Aleksandr and his comrades dug in to defend. Early in the battle, many of the junior officers and sergeants in his unit were killed, causing Aleksandr to receive a hasty field promotion to the rank of junior sergeant after rallying his leaderless squad during the fighting. Lacking much combat or leadership experience, he struggles to command his men in the bloody combat.
Unit: 62nd Army, 284th Rifle Division
Role: Section/Squad Leader
Equipment: Mosin Nagant 91/30, RGD-33 Fragmentation Grenade, Bayonet, Several 7.62x54mmR Stripper Clips
Rank: Junior Sergeant
If their is room I would love to join. Maybe a junior NCO/Sergeant in the Red Army. If necessary, I could have a German soldier instead.
Mihail returned with Antos to the cabin and sat nearby as the man spoke. Mihail listened rather intently when he mentioned CSAT’s arrival and Aramis’ “big plan”. He didn’t respond or interrupt, just listened and thought. He knew any large operation against the AAF would get him and everyone else killed. It was suicide taking on a far superior force, which the AAF certainly was (although, many of his comrades believed otherwise), with conventional tactics. He nodded in agreement when Antos finished.
The peninsula quickly came into view and when the craft came to a halt, Linn’s questions to why they were here had only partially been answered. He quickly leapt off the boat after Huscarl and followed him as he approached the two men sitting ahead of them.
“Sir, what are we doing?” he asked the captain, but didn't get an answer before one of the men greeted Huscarl. Linn realized he probably wouldn't get an answer after Huscarl greeted this man, Antos. He relaxed slightly after seeing the two knew each other, but kept his rifle ready to fire nonetheless. He noticed the second man, the one with a rifle slung over his shoulder, seemed tense as well. His hand hovered near the handgun holstered on his hip as if he expected a firefight to suddenly erupt, and he wore a slightly confused expression on his face.
Mihail had been wondering who he and Antos had been waiting for exactly, but he was definitely not expecting what appeared to be a team of NATO Spec Ops soldiers to appear on the beach. He was even more surprised when he followed Antos and the team leader inside and saw intelligence they had brought with them. The surprise turned quickly to horror when he heard of the AAF and CSAT's plan.
Linn stood outside the cabin, scanning the surrounding area. This entire situation was suspicious, making a stop unknown to the entire team and giving intel to a pair of armed insurgents. More spy bullshit, and he didn’t like it at all.
“Anyone else know what is going on?” He asked the rest of the team. As if on cue, Huscarl reemerged from the cabin and began explaining the situation on Stratis.
“Fuck…” was Praetorian's response.
Mihail finally took his hand away from his sidearm when the NATO soldiers disappeared into the night. He turned to Antos after several long moments and asked, “What now?”.
The peninsula quickly came into view and when the craft came to a halt, Linn’s questions to why they were here had only partially been answered. He quickly leapt off the boat after Huscarl and followed him as he approached the two men sitting ahead of them.
“Sir, what are we doing?” he asked the captain, but didn't get an answer before one of the men greeted Huscarl. Linn realized he probably wouldn't get an answer after Huscarl greeted this man, Antos. He relaxed slightly after seeing the two knew each other, but kept his rifle ready to fire nonetheless. He noticed the second man, the one with a rifle slung over his shoulder, seemed tense as well. His hand hovered near the handgun holstered on his hip as if he expected a firefight to suddenly erupt, and he wore a slightly confused expression on his face.
Mihail had been wondering who he and Antos had been waiting for exactly, but he was definitely not expecting what appeared to be a team of NATO Spec Ops soldiers to appear on the beach. He was even more surprised when he followed Antos and the team leader inside and saw intelligence they had brought with them. The surprise turned quickly to horror when he heard of the AAF and CSAT's plan.
Linn stood outside the cabin, scanning the surrounding area. This entire situation was suspicious, making a stop unknown to the entire team and giving intel to a pair of armed insurgents. More spy bullshit, and he didn’t like it at all.
“Anyone else know what is going on?” He asked the rest of the team. As if on cue, Huscarl reemerged from the cabin and began explaining the situation on Stratis.
“Fuck…” was Praetorian's response.
Mihail finally took his hand away from his sidearm when the NATO soldiers disappeared into the night. He turned to Antos after several long moments and asked, “What now?”.
Yeah, I just didn't make the connection until then.
I would gladly lead a fireteam in the future.
Also, I just went back to your first post and just noticed this:
And this after rereading your most recent one:
Mind Blown...
Also, I just went back to your first post and just noticed this:
kingkonrad said
Meanwhile…
Somewhere on the Faronaki Peninsula, SW of Pygros
Altis
The bald man walked into the small stone house, approaching the laptop on a small desk- his white vest and three-quarter length trousers not making him seem like much of an intelligence operative. He quickly engaged the small powerful machine, up to 2035's standards. Sitting down, the small room little but a small intelligence hive, was what Antos Konstantavolos needed.
And this after rereading your most recent one:
kingkonrad said
Just snatch us and take us to Faronaki Peninsula- no disagreement, just do it." Arran said, looking back at Mischief, as he then looked over.
Mind Blown...
Faronaki, Altis
Mihail was fairly well hidden in a small house on the peninsula’s coast. Whether the owners had shared the fate of many Altisians and perished during the civil war, fled the nation like many others, or been killed in recent conflict, Mihail didn’t know. But, based on the layer of dust covering the inside of the cabin, it had been abandoned for some time, and worked fine as a rendezvous point. The terrain around the cabin was relatively flat and clear of cover, giving Mihail excellent view of the surrounding area and anyone approaching.
He had been waiting in the small building for about half an hour before he spotted the black pickup cresting a small hill and driving down the dirt road towards the cabin. Antos wasn’t late, that was a good sign. Mihail waited for the vehicle to come to a stop near the cabin before he walked outside. Slinging his rifle over his shoulder, he walked towards the passenger side door of the truck.
"Hello." He greeted the driver.
Mihail was fairly well hidden in a small house on the peninsula’s coast. Whether the owners had shared the fate of many Altisians and perished during the civil war, fled the nation like many others, or been killed in recent conflict, Mihail didn’t know. But, based on the layer of dust covering the inside of the cabin, it had been abandoned for some time, and worked fine as a rendezvous point. The terrain around the cabin was relatively flat and clear of cover, giving Mihail excellent view of the surrounding area and anyone approaching.
He had been waiting in the small building for about half an hour before he spotted the black pickup cresting a small hill and driving down the dirt road towards the cabin. Antos wasn’t late, that was a good sign. Mihail waited for the vehicle to come to a stop near the cabin before he walked outside. Slinging his rifle over his shoulder, he walked towards the passenger side door of the truck.
"Hello." He greeted the driver.
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