Dead Ground
The Ambush Team
McCoy takes another shot at the second scout. His bullet kicks up a spray of mud just inches from the target. The wounded Russian has regained enough of his composure to fight back and is about to fire off a burst at Minh when another bullet punches through his midsection, mortally wounding him.
A second 82mm HE rounds detonates north of the footbridge, this time, short of the target. Nonetheless, the pyrotechnic display of its detonation is a spectacular display of industrialized violence.
Minh fires single shots at a moving figure on the edge of the enemy's main body. The wild strobing effect of the detonations and muzzle flashes in and around the kill zone reflecting off of the snow on the ground and the low cloud overhead makes it incredibly difficult for anyone in the party to witness the effects of their own fire.
Five 30mm grenades from the AGS-17 in the barge bunker explode in and around the kill zone, sending even more deadly fragments slashing across the killing ground.
Mariuz adds to the cacophany with a second long burst from the GPMG, tearing up the ground as well as the men trying to desperately to melt into it.
From the tug, Jason sends another flurry of 12.7mm rounds into the fray. Once again, the sun-burst muzzle flash from the weapon make it impossible to know whether he's hitting anything.
As the thunder of weapons fire fades, the only sounds coming from the kill zone are the whimpers, moans, and screams of the horribly maimed. Eleven men lie dead or dying in the fire-plowed field, just 200m or so from the ambush party (50m or so from McCoy and Tucker). If any of the enemy managed to return any fire whatsoever, none of it has registered with anyone on the ground or on board the tug.
The ambush was by no means textbook, but it was certainly effective enough. None of the party has so much as a scratch.
The Saboteur
At the sound of his comrade's frantic shouting, the tank commander twists in his hatch to see what's going on. One 9mm round ricochets off the rounded turret roof inches from his hand while two others tear upward into his torso. He slumps down into the turret of the tank, badly wounded. The Polish conscript who'd sounded the warning lifts his AKM and fires a wild burst at Stoner. Rounds crack around all around him but none of them hit their half-naked and completely chilled mark. Stoner's certainly not out of danger yet. If the fuzes were cut correctly, the first of the two demolition charges will go off in just about 5 seconds!
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