37 Disaster Relief (1/2)
SSGT Pike leaps off the half-track and bangs the rear container housing troops and medical personnel. ”Alright men, unload! Form up by your sections!” The half-track starts unloading people and supplies, ”Jeeps cover the pass.” The two jeeps slowly roll forward through the crowd of amazed elves into the pass, to cover the approaches with their mounted Pk-229s.
”Staff!” Collins threw a salute and gave a quick report to SSGT Pike. ”So far we got 227 of the natives wounded, with another 59 probably won't be able to make it unless they get to the med bay quick.” He gestures to the pile of half-naked bodies dumped down the mountain slope. ”112 enemies confirm KIA, 48 wounded and in custody. I think it might be some kind of war going on between two countries.”
”Great work.” Pike nods, crouching at the edge of the slope and looking at the bodies. Already the local scavengers have started to feast on the dead. ”Why not burn them? Won't it cause an epidemic?” Pike asks.
”I think the locals think it is too much work, plus,” Collins gestures around the barren mountain slopes, ”not much firework around. Better to feed the wildlife here.”
”How do they fight and what weapons they use?” Pike questions Collins.
”Mostly with sword, spear, and shields. For ranged, they use bows or crossbows.” Collins points at the battlefield. ”They mostly fight in a shield wall, using heavy armored infantry to anchor the enemy, while their croc cavalry charges in like a hammer.”
”Hmm very similar like our own medieval tactics,” Pike observe the nearby elven soldiers, looking at the armor covering their bodies. ”Our weapons effectiveness?”
”Overwhelming, Staff. The bullets over penetrate in fact, and with them standing in formation, our rounds go through them like paper.” Collins grins as he remembers the fight. ”They might as well throw away their armors and shields.”
”Understood.” Pike nods before turning around and hops up a boulder, shouting for the team leaders to gather up for a briefing.
”Alright everyone, so we are dealing with some kind of alien elves in an alien world. All fun and games here!” Pike rubs his hands together. ”We are going to treat this as a disaster relief mission, medical team leads are to organize your men to help with the wounded, support teams are set up cook tents and sleeping areas for the refugees.” He points to the rear of the pass.
”Our supplies are limited but we will do what we can for them.” Pike hops off the boulder, clapping his hands, ”Get to work! Thank you!”
Pike turns to Collins and asks, ”Who's in charge of the goldies?”
”Him for the troops and her for the civilians I think.” Collins points towards a grizzly looking vet standing next to a wagon pulled by a giant croc thingy before pointing to another lady with pink blonde on the other side.
”Got it.” And he heads toward the vet where Collins points first.
”Sir?” Pike executes a perfect parade square salute to the grizzled veteran wearing some sort of golden robes under a chest plate.
Lord General Joesph eyes the approaching stranger in that confusing green brown pattern clothing. The strange short ears are wearing an unfamiliar cap style, with a matching shirt and pants in that confusing blend of green and brown, what appears to be a chest plate colored the same way as his clothes with lots of small pouches and bags. And that crossbow-like weapon, that spits fire and thunder strapped to his chest diagonally.
With his years of experience as a soldier, he recognizes a fellow soldier from the way he walks and holds himself. That man is dangerous, thought Joesph, returning the salute, by thumping his left hand over his chest. Not only their weapons are formidable, even their armor and items of clothing look finely crafted!
Pike follows up with a salute to the beautiful lady with the pink blonde hair, dressed in a dust-stained ivory-colored dress with a slender golden belt. Damn elves, even the old man looks handsome. Shaking his head, he gestures the both of them to follow him, once he is sure that they understand what he is trying to convey, he leads the way over to the pass.
Sherene glances at Joesph, wondering what this strange man is bringing them to see. She notices two more of those magical wagons parked on both sides of the pass, with what appears to be their soldiers and those strange thunder weapons of their standing guard. ”Do you think they meant us ill?” She whispers to Joesph.
Lord General Joesph eyes the strange soldiers and their gear, recognizing their level of professionalism, with the way they stand and hold themselves. ”If they meant us ill, we are completely at their mercy, especially with those thunder sticks of theirs! We can only hope they treat us fairly.”