Ambush
Nick swears to himself, the clatter of
gunfire still surrounding him. His rifle had stopped firing, checking
the safety he turns the weapon, the cocking handle was jammed. F**k.
Removing his magazine he slides the handle back and locks the moving
parts to the rear, shaking the jammed round loose, he then replaces
the magazine and lets the moving parts forward. With a satisfying
click! The weapon is live, and he opens fire again.
It
had taken him a total of ten seconds to perform the stoppage
drill.
Glancing to his left, he watches Sam let rip with his
LSW, the machine gun singing with glee as it fired round after round.
The section was hunkered down in a ditch, the enemy caught between
them and a banking too steep to climb, the only cover they had was
two Jeeps. Whereas his section were practically invisible.
Firing
quickly, Nick watches his rounds fly downrange, and winces as one
makes contact with a moving target, the man flipping and landing on
his back hard. He didn't get up. Happy with progress, Nick stops
firing and unloads, removing the magazine and placing it in his
webbing, the few extra rounds could be used later. Placing a fresh
one into his rifle he steps back into the ditch and runs, low down,
to 3 Section, they were on his left, and would be the people out
first on the way back to the FRV. From there they'd bug out to RV 2,
followed by RV 1 and then base camp.
Corporal Stark was
amongst his men, firing like a man possessed with his Minimi machine
gun. Tapping him on the shoulder Nick hunkers down close, to avoid
incoming AK fire, "Stark! Start buggin' out! Get to the FRV on
the hill and lay down fire, cover us and then we'll both cover 1
Section!"
A nod from Stark, who raises himself out of the
ditch too, and goes about talking to his soldiers. Nick returns to 2
Section, and begins to get them ready. They continue to fire but
slower, Nick raising his voice above the gunfire, "BRAVO! WATCH
AND SHOOT! WATCH AND SHOOT!"
Stark's men were running to
the West, the FRV was on a hill overlooking the field the ambush was
in, It was a good firing point in itself, but the ditch meant the
enemy had no cover. So the ambush had been set here.
"BRAVO!
BUG OUT!"
As one the ten man section raise themselves up,
and run, machine gun fire rains down from 3 Section on the hill and
was the only cover they had. Thankfully the hill was high but not
steep, a burst of speed soon had Nick in place by Corporal Stark, the
hill was now raining hell on the enemy, and 1 Section was already
moving,
"Four, Two, get some HE on that Jeep!"
A
sudden series of fwoomps erupt from beside him, as
Under-barrel Grenades are launched, one falls short, causing mere
annoyance, but one strikes the enemy Land Rover dead on, and it
explodes in a fireball of petrol and scorching hot steel. The field
goes silent.
Nick releases a breath, he hadn't known
he was even holding one in. Replacing the magazine again on his
rifle, he clips the sling back together, which lets him release the
weapon, it remains on his chest, barrel aiming upwards.
“SitRep! Anyone hit!?”
“Sergeant, over here!”
Following the sound Nick finds several
members of Charlie, 3 Section, huddled around one of their own, she
was pale, shaking and there was a massive pool of blood on the grass
around her, Nick crouches down beside her, “Hey Lucy, you look like
s**t girl”
A weak giggle from her, which causes
blood to spurt from her mouth, her torso was riddled with holes,
Maybe a whole AK magazine, just emptied into her. Nick sighs, and
watches as the light goes out in her eyes.
She was 14 years old.
Looking around he takes in the state of
the troops, they were upset, tired, and that was to be expected. They
were only Army Cadets.