Hogsweat
01-05-2005, 22:40
OOC - tags only please.
Major Whitting lay on the wet mud, stomach down, peering at the Gurdeni positions with his field binoculars. The dark covered much of what he could see but as he flicked the tiny switch for night vision mode it lit up what he could see like a sixty watt bulb in a completely dark room - except greener, of course. He scanned from side to side - watching the Gurdeni sentries and observing what the enemy could fight back with - mostly what he had to put to paper, rifles, light machine guns and the odd mortar scattered here and there. Whitting had already split up his eighty strong attack force into two groups consisting of thirty riflemen each. Whitting had ordered his light machine guns and mortars to stay back in the ditch he was lying in to provide covering fire for the advance force. There was a buzz in Whittings earpiece as he got a report from one of his lieutenants.
"Sir, left flank is ready to engage. Alpha Whiskey out" The crackled voice was met by Whitting's short reply of
"Affirmative Alpha Whiskey. Over."
When the right flank gave the go, Whitting was ready to attack. He crawled along to his command team on the left flank, giving out some pre battle handshakes.
Hopefully the Gurdeni's would not be expecting them.
"3..2..1" Whitting whispered over the microhpone. he was tense. His FAMAS rifle was loaded and cocked and slowly he whispered
"go."
The light machine guns on the trench opened up, flashes of bright yellow light in the late night darkness predominent, forcing the darkness out in place for the flashes of the machine guns. The mortars opened up from behind shrubbery, sending fifty nine millimetre projectiles hurtling down on top of the Gurdeni troops positions. On the right flank, the troops quickly jumped up from their prone positions, and covering each other with bursts from their FAMAS's the soldiers ran towards the low Gurdeni hill's, occasionally stopping to let off a burst from their rifles to cover their comrades. Whitting gulped, and wit a wave he ushered his troops upwards and charged..
Major Whitting lay on the wet mud, stomach down, peering at the Gurdeni positions with his field binoculars. The dark covered much of what he could see but as he flicked the tiny switch for night vision mode it lit up what he could see like a sixty watt bulb in a completely dark room - except greener, of course. He scanned from side to side - watching the Gurdeni sentries and observing what the enemy could fight back with - mostly what he had to put to paper, rifles, light machine guns and the odd mortar scattered here and there. Whitting had already split up his eighty strong attack force into two groups consisting of thirty riflemen each. Whitting had ordered his light machine guns and mortars to stay back in the ditch he was lying in to provide covering fire for the advance force. There was a buzz in Whittings earpiece as he got a report from one of his lieutenants.
"Sir, left flank is ready to engage. Alpha Whiskey out" The crackled voice was met by Whitting's short reply of
"Affirmative Alpha Whiskey. Over."
When the right flank gave the go, Whitting was ready to attack. He crawled along to his command team on the left flank, giving out some pre battle handshakes.
Hopefully the Gurdeni's would not be expecting them.
"3..2..1" Whitting whispered over the microhpone. he was tense. His FAMAS rifle was loaded and cocked and slowly he whispered
"go."
The light machine guns on the trench opened up, flashes of bright yellow light in the late night darkness predominent, forcing the darkness out in place for the flashes of the machine guns. The mortars opened up from behind shrubbery, sending fifty nine millimetre projectiles hurtling down on top of the Gurdeni troops positions. On the right flank, the troops quickly jumped up from their prone positions, and covering each other with bursts from their FAMAS's the soldiers ran towards the low Gurdeni hill's, occasionally stopping to let off a burst from their rifles to cover their comrades. Whitting gulped, and wit a wave he ushered his troops upwards and charged..