Blue on Blue
Dawid prepares to fire another burst into the area where he last saw the enemy. A figure rises from the earth, a few meters to the right and a little ahead of the sputtering flare. Dawid can't help but to notice him. This definite target appears to be bringing a rifle to bear but with the odd lighting it's hard to tell who the shadowy figure is about to shoot at. Both men quickly bring their weapons to bear on the new target and open fire, Dawid with a short burst and Craig with three single shots. A tracer round disappears into the dark profile and slams it back into the earth. (Dawid -5 rounds)
With the target down, and no additional enemy in sight, Dawid and Woj pack up the PKM and its ammo and head for the crossroads. Craig limps along behind ready to provide the machinegun team with cover fire should they need it.
Almost as soon as Dieter sits up and lifts his rifle, he's slammed back down again by several essentially simultaneous hammer blows. He lies on his side, the cold, damp earth pressed hard against his face. He can't move or feel anything from the waist down but his head feels like a balloon that's being overinflated with air. Everything's gone dark- an utter blackness darker than the darkest night. No moon, no stars, no light of any kind. He sucks in a shallow, ragged breath. It sounds like someone's slurping the last few drops of liquid from a cup through a straw. Dieter knows that he's dying. (Dieter- mortally wounded)
The flare dies, leaving the field draped in darkness.
Tucker, Minh, and Matias cross the road and push south several meters. There's a body on the ground a little ahead of them and to their right. They can hear the wounded man struggling to breath from several meters away. Looking beyond the wounded enemy, the trio sees no further sign of their ambushers. It appears that the enemy force has beat feet out of the area in a literal interpretation of the classic hit-and-run attack.
There's been no enemy fire for the last minute or so. No enemy are visible in the field.
Meanwhile, Monika and Jeff attempt to treat the wounded general and his CIA "advisor". Johnstone is clearly in quite a bit of pain. He mumbles curses as he holds a field dressing against the left side of his ruined face.
"Fuf! Fuf! Vey fuffin' fop be, vuh fiffy muvafuffas! Fuh fuff fake, viv be fum fuffin' mofeem."
The general bears his less serious wounds with more stoicism.
"Please, help Johnstone first. I will be fine."
Further down the road, Vita [NPC'ed], encouraged by Piotr's forceful shouting, decides the truck is out of immediate danger and rapidly decelerates. The truck stops over 300m west of the crossroads. The last burst of gunfire you saw was a squirt of green tracers streaking from north to south- friendly fire. That was half-a-minute ago. It looks someone survived the ambush. With the flare extinguished, Thor could probably use his night optic to survey the area. Piotr, Mariusz, and the rest of the Polish squad dismount from the truck and deploy in the ditch.
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