I don't want to make a wall of text and I'm not ready to do a post in fan fiction till it is done, So attached is the first day of my story I'd love opinions. I think it goes way too fast and is not detailed enough..also might be too dark for C&C type story. Anyhow it is attached, thanks. ((aww it did not attach..)) Right so this is the last time i'll post this story to save space, but i want opinions next time I'll link it from another site.
Day 1…
A hundred men and at least six machines, all brand new Rhino tanks, their armor not dented or scratched by battle. Little was to be done before the battle some of the men smelled of alcohol others of tobacco smoke, by the time of the attack everyone would be ready. Intel had told us that English troops were in the defensive positions in the village across the field. The young senor lieutenant in the 4th tank guards looked over his uniform and adjusting his Guard unit medal wondered a great many things. “Why was England here, this is not there war. Do they know the amount of troops aligned against them? Will I be brave…will they be better fighters” In the long run, worrying and wondering did little to help, having finished his letter home he quickly read over it.
"Dearest Mother and Father, I have wonderful news; I have been given command over one of our premier battle tanks, along with the promotion that comes along with that responsibility, my party membership has given me extra responsibilities such as watching moral and taking notes, a fun job and I digress. My new Rhino tank “Lyusya“is a wonderful peace of precision built machinery, far superior to anything the enemies of our mother land have. So I know I will be safe in any upcoming conflicts as any foe will fall to us as you see my division is being shipped out and by the time I get to finish this letter we will likely be on the front.. Of course it is a secret to where exactly we will be, or that we are even doing it. Still when you receive this letter the world will know that our system our nation is not going to be pushed into the graveyard of time. We will liberate the decadent west and free them from their evil leaders and corporate controls. I’m sure though it will be a hard war and that in time we will show them that we mean to help them towards a better future. I'm sure next time you see me you will be proud to I will surely be a hero in no time, Please forgive the briefness of this letter time is short, I hope little sister Sofia is well, I wish your all the strength and perseverance to get through the times ahead, your loving son. Alexei. "
Major Lubomir yelled down from the hill “SLT Alansdrov get up here, get up here now. “, The Senior Lieutenant moved up the hill, watching the officer grow to size. Major Lubomir was a round man not particularly tall, whose red nose was often his most visible feature. Lieutenant Alexei Alansdrov was not sure what to make of the major, he seemed a decent man and quiet when in the officer’s mess, he seemed to be in his on duty mode. Standing near the major was Captain Beronakovich, the bespectacled man was never a man Alexi liked to see he was a by the book man and never showed any warmth to anyone and while Alexei did not enjoy seeing him, he knew his records, top scores at the academy medal of bravery, order of the red banner. A man who was already a hero, still his eyes were near gone and the sharp blade had been dulled by age. He was a veteran of the second Great War, the only one in our company. He came out of retirement when asked by General Vladimir or so the rumors had said. He never really talked about it. Approaching the two men Alexei saluted. “Comrade Major what is going on?” Lubomir rubbed his head “ I need you to moves up to the ridge with your tanks, one there I want you to fire two shell from each unit then fall back over the ridge. “ Alexei nodded. “Yes sir” Captain Brankonovich added his thoughts “remember fire the first shell on the roll over, the second on the roll back, don’t stop your movement. “ Alexei nodded again as he ran off to his command.
As Alexei rushed down to his command he smiled, he was eager to fight and prove himself. He wanted to be a hero. Looking down at his men he knew that they were good men, hard men, they were the guards, he was sure that the elite troops of the Soviet Union would not fail. They may not be Special Forces but for what they were he was sure they were the best. They had marched and drove into Poland expecting an easy victory, that with the unit in reserve that they would never be moved to the front. Yet, the 56th division was stopped to the north of them so now it was there turn. Their turn to win the day to be heroes.
"Lance corporal Mikhail, get to the men to their machines!" The Lance corporal was one of the most slovenly excuse for a soldier, he knew his job, Alexei could not help but cringe at his state. Mikhail was a man who pushed the regulations of facial hair to their max, his hair was never combed and his uniform was often scuffled. Alexei moved to his tank as the area exploded to life, crew rushing to their machines, checking his stop watch he played his men against his own time schedule. Climbing up onto his own tank “Lyusya“ he could feel the cold steel plates through his wool gloves. Opening the hatch he got in his commander copula, putting on his head set he called into the microphone. “Crews, Status.”
The soft voice of Jr. Lieutenant Velenski answer first, “All crews are in good spirits and we have no major malfunctions.” “Very good and you Moshkin? Moshkin.” Alexei spoke, looking down his short line, seeing Moshkin tap his head set. “Sorry power problem.” Moshkin chirped in with a crackle. “right, we are moving to the ridge, load HE shells.” Looking into his own tank Alexei and at lance Corporal Mikhail. “You hear that, HE Shells Mikhail, everyone ready? “ Mikhail nodded handling the red tipped shell and loading it into the gun. “I’m ready commander, just re-calibrated the sight” Gunner Verov warmly spoke. “We should be able to hit an ant.” “Driver ready.” Alexei nodded as the driver Kuranov added his bit. Relaxing his arms onto the copula the next command went out. “Engines on!” With a loud roar the three machines came to life, with soft vibrations through his seat becoming less noticeable Alexei ordered the advance and the machines rumbled unto the ridge. “When the village gets into range fire freely and pull back on the pullback fire a second shell. “ To his right the other two tank buttoned up, but Alexei was a hero or so he thought he raised his binoculars to the ready.
Reaching the top of the ridge the tanks fired, the sound of each 120mm gun going off made Alexei’s ears ring. Shortly followed by a series of smaller distant boom, looking into his binoculars he noticed as shrapnel ripped through the buildings of the village ahead, he could see movement, what a wakeup call for his foes. Jolting backwards the tanks began to move behind the cover of the ridge releasing another volley, more ringing followed by the sounds of clanks on the metal of the tanks as the fore blindly fired up at them with small arms. The radio buzzed “ Alexei move you tank to and up that road to the left, the rest of us will go right. “sir!” Into his channel two “move to the road and reload we form up behind me as lead.”
With precision the tanks jolted into their positions rumbling down the gravel road into the town “ fire freely” As they approached small arm fire opened up on them, the chirping of the bullets on the armor sounds liked a swam of big bees trying to sting his metal home. Alexei had no choice but to button up, sliding into his position he took control over the turrets machinegun. The sounds of the gun were amplified inside the tank and he could smell the gunpowder waft through the tank. It was a cramped place to be, yet in spite of the fire from the town the pushed on. Receiving news through the radio Alexei was quiet. Seems the British had left the town the previous night and that this was only the local militia and as quickly as it began it was already over. The garrison had given up and the battle was over. Alexei stopped his tanks in town as ordered. “What a fight “Alexei sighed loudly. “Damn, I wanted a real battle, status? We all well?” He knew that answer and received it, all well.
The village was secure, opening up his tank, he pulled himself through the copulas hole, then pulling out his megaphone. Reading his speech he began to speak loudly into it hoping that this occupation would work well. “Citizens of the former republic of Poland, Let me be the first to welcome you to a bright future as member of the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics. You will soon find many benefits to you under the new system that we your liberators have brought you. Please stay inside until we can assure your safety. Do not fight against our troops, resistance is not only futile but will only bring harm to your own people. We hope to build a co-operative future. Were we as brothers will live in a soviet society. Please follow all ordinances as set by your local commissar. Rules will be posted in public areas. Thank you and welcome to you future, a bright and new future. “Hoping off the tank Alexei looks about. His crew works at checking and rechecking systems. The other tanks are spread for safety against allied air attacks.
Captain Beronakovich did not like it, the town fell too quickly. He felt it was a trap in his gut he knew something wrong was about. He checked and double checked in his own head chokepoints, zones of fire. He had a good command, nine Rhino tanks, two Tsivil anti air platforms. 60 soldiers in support, 6 anti-armored weapons spread amongst the men, Plus support personnel in the rear. The village was 20 buildings, brick and wood construction. A small church outside of the village, likely one room and a small tower, maybe more, but unlikely. The captains’ mind continued to race, putting a plan into order he got on the radio. “Move the first squad into these buildings on the left, second squad will move to take the chapel, it is walled in brick keep your men spread on the grounds, and third squad hold the right of the village keep the road secure.” He was glad to be in charge of this operation the major moved to his next zone. “Armored squad A, move to positions on the left, Atonin your squad is on the right. Alexei, you are the reserve.” He knew the aggressive Alexei would not like this, but he knew if a counter attack was needed Alexei would be best suited. Captain Beronkovich moved to the church from its bell tower he would get a better view.
Private Tsantov was born in Moscow lived in Moscow and wished he was still in Moscow. He had it well there, he had a house and was doing well, in this soviet system he had prospered, the heavy control of the state meant that many good were scarce or controlled. He was a man who could get these items, be it guns, drugs. He could supply them or he could have if he was not conscripted. Military life was not enjoyable to him, he had killed before, but this was different this was just senseless. Checking his gun he slowed his pace, he was not going to rush into position into death. “Corporal, I need to take a leak. “ The corporal glared “hurry up, I’m giving you 5 minutes. “ Tsantov nodded and stepped into alley, before he spotted his target moving to a door of a small white house, he pushed open the door. searching the house for booze, he tore it apart room by room with speed, moving into a bedroom he heard a soft squeak. He knew that sound, someone was in the room. He glanced about quickly he had little time he had to get back but his curiosity edged him on, he opened a closet door and smiled. The girl before him shuttered in fear, he guessed she was fifteen or sixteen “shhh” he grinned and pulled his bayonet “don’t moves a muscle. “ Tsantov tore open her dress, revealing her breast as she began to scream, he quickly moved his hand to her mouth. Pushing her against the wall. “Oh, you want to scream, I’ll make you scream. “
Corporal Rokovich was tired, he was tired of Tsantov this was the last straw going to the alley he heard noise from the nearby house, breaking into the house he moved to the noise. “ Tstantov, you swine, you will hang for this.” He looked at the poor scared girl, he felt awful a sick feeling in his stomach. “Thank god, I went looking” With contempt he pulled his pistol pointing it at Tsantov. “Put your hand up!” Tsantov froze, he knew the game was up. He turned with his hand up, dropping his weapons, the girl collapsing in tears behind him. “ Looks we can forget this it is nothing” Corporal Rokovich filled anger build in him, but the feeling was cut short, the loud crack on a gun split the air. Rockovich, felt a warm feeling. He knew he was hit and he knew it was bad. He could not feel it, and his limbs were going numb, drifting to the ground, he looked behind him. “A kid…why.” Rokovich could not help but close his eyes, so cold, they felt so heavy.
Tsantov took control he knew what had to be done, he smashed through the window, yelling about partisans. Troops in the area move up to the house fearing the worst, at least a dozen men take cover. Around the house. Alexei took notice and rushed onto his tank pointing the 12.7mm AA gun machine gun at the house. What seemed like ages passed, the door cracked open, what appeared to be a gun slide into view and some of the conscripts opened fire. Alexei fired, he wanted to be a hero defeat the partisans. With the loud noise of his gun pounding away the rest of the troops also fire. The gunfire lasted less than a minute and smoked filled the air. Alexei took control now, he moved to the door, beating even the local soldiers, kicking it open he readied his PPsH three bodies, A boy a girl and an old man Perforated with more holes then he had ever seen, Alexei turned and vomited. He felt sick, “was this the enemy” he thought. “No, he must have made a mistake. He knew he was better than this, he was supposed to be a hero. Heroes did not kill woman and children.”
Captain Beronkovich was on the move fire and split the quiet country, he moved troops to the front, he knew the enemy would attack, still he knew he had to investigate. “Alexei, is the area safe?” The pale Lieutenant looked down “sir, we thought they were partisans” Beronkovich looked in, “ nothing we can do about it now, get to your post” Alexei walked off, Beronkovich looked at him in pity, but he knew war was a harsh reality and that many innocents would die. Coldly the captain fished his work, but the attack did not come and time sped forward. Hours on end. It was becoming evening and still it did not come. Perhaps he was wrong.
Tsantov sat next to his gun, worried. He called partisans would he get away with what he had done. He had a plan, he was going to get out of this war as dark fell he crawled towards the enemy lines alone. He was going to surrender, he knew that in his head that the soviets were going to lose. If not his own side was going to shoot him. So, he moved on. The moon shifted in the air and shadows grew, under this moon, a villain was getting away and a hero was in doubt. Alexei sat still ill from the day’s events, drifting to sleep he hoped that nothing like this would happen again. Still the first day was over, unknown to Alexei many more were to come and many challenges awaited.
Day 2…
Edited by LusiGoosi, 16 January 2014 - 02:26 PM.
