309 Bronze VS Lead (1/2)
”Pull all the troops back and attack here!” Moel Rothschild commanded his aides. ”There is a breach in the enemy lines!”
The Imperial runners saluted and hastily rode off to relay the message to the rest of the battlefield. Flags and horns were soon waved and blown, redirecting the masses of Imperial troops towards the breach in the UN defense lines.
”Double time!” Moel yelled. ”We can't let the Black Scorpions take all the credit! Faster! Move faster!”
The Imperials troops knew that once the enemy lines were breached there were be riches to be looted and women for them to enjoy. They formed up en-mass and charged after the Black Scorpions without any order or formation in their haste.
Even those with their morale broken rejoined the fight once word spread to their ears. Moel was excited, for he rode alongside his troops, urging them to hurry their paces.
The troops having advanced halfway of the battlefield without any danger, grew braver with each step and they wanted blood in revenge for the hell they had been put through by the enemy.
”CHAAAARRRRGEEE!!!”
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”FALL BACK!” A Marine yelled at Mills's ear as he fired his carbine at the Imperial soldier that finally collapsed face down in the trenches, oozing out some thick and black substance.
Mills had realized that these Imperials were not Undead, rather some kind of super heavy armored automata that could absorb a lot of damage before they went down.
”Back! Back!” Mills turned and pushed his radioman by his radio wore on his back. ”Come on, Ted! Told you, you need to stop eating those fries! Hurry up, man!”
”Sarge!” The radioman panted as he carried the heavy gear, including his weapon and ran, following the trench line. ”Not... funny!”
”Ha!” Mills laughed as he took a look behind. He could see some of the flamers still at work, they washed their flames over the Imperials who had dropped into the trenches. ”Whoops! More Terminators at our ass! Hump it, soldier!”
Luckily for the Marines, the enemy did not know that they had trenches as defenses, thinking that they only had some form of low wall instead. Hence the great swords of the Bronze Men actually worked against them, as they were unable to swing the weapon in the tight confines of the tunnels.
Some of the 'Terminators' as the Marines started to coin them, were standing over the trenches and striking downwards at the running Marines who ducked low and kept falling back. Those that stood on top of the trenches were exposed to the .50 cal machine gun teams sited at the second line of defense.
The Haven 1 or H1 .50 caliber machine gun variant was designed and developed locally and so far it had proven to be as good as Earth's version of the similar weapon.
The high powered .50 caliber round blew the 'Terminators' away as they stood there in the open. Some of the 'Terminators' still retaining their great shields, raised them up and tanked the .50 cal rounds for a couple of seconds before the steel of shields were twisted without recognition by the force of .50 cal rounds.
Armor bits and gore rained down as the Imperials Terminators collapsed in an unidentified mess before the .50 calibers switched targets and continued firing.
”Hold here!” Mills grabbed a couple of Marines and ordered them to make a stand. ”We hold this tunnel!”
One of the Marines was an Orc and he carried the MG - 1 as his weapon of choice. The Orc Marine prone flat on the trench floor and deployed his weapon's bipod while the rest crouched down and aimed their weapons at the other end of the tunnel where they just came from.
Heavy clanks of armor could be heard approached with brief thunderous roars of machine gun fire over their heads. Soon a smoking figure appeared from the corner of the trench tunnel and it turned its head robotically to face the Marines.
”Wait for it!” Mills hissed. ”Wait till that damn Terminator comes in full view!”
The distance between the two was barely ten meters away as the trenches were dug in a zig zag manner with twists and turns, every few ten to fifteen meters intervals. It was to prevent infiltrating enemy troops from simply firing down the length of the trench lines, and it helped prevent any gas or artillery attacks from spreading far down the line.
The Imperial turned its whole body and entered directly into the line of fire of the waiting Marines. It had abandoned its great shield and instead held its great sword pointing forward like a spear. It's once pristine black armor has slightly sagged from the heat of the flamers while several bullets covered its chest plate.
Its helmet looked dented and had some sticky substance oozing out its eye slits and bullet holes. The Imperial braced its self as if it was going to make a charge and Mills roared. ”FIREE!”
Everyone fired, including Mills and sparks erupted all over the armor of the Imperial. It took a step back to balance itself as round after round slammed into its body.
It managed to take two steps forward before it crumpled down in a heap on the floor. But as the Marines were rejoicing, another 'Terminator' came into sight.
”Fuck! Kill it!”
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UN Northern Front Central Command
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Joseph hovered anxiously over the map table as he looked at the minute updates coming in from the front.
”Sir, All units in Trench Alpha Two has fallen back to Secondary Alpha Two.” One of the command staff reported. ”Units at Alpha One and Beta One has been reinforced.”
”Good!” Joseph nodded in acknowledgment of the report. ”What's the ground situation at Sec Alpha Two?”
”Falcon Company is holding the ground there,” The command staff replied. ”But they are encountering a new enemy that appears to be very resilient to our firearms. Heavy fighting amongst the trenches connecting to Sec Alpha Two had been reported.
”What? New weapons from the Imperials?” Joseph was surprised and turned to the Intel Officer. ”What kind? Do you know?”
”Sorry, Sir,” The Intel Officer shook his head. ”We are still in the midst of finding out. But what we know as of now is that they are heavily armored, at least with three times the protection of an average full armored Knight and also covered with at least a Level 1 arcane protection at least.”
”Our flamethrowers are reporting that their flames are not very effective against these Imperials,” The Intel Officer added. ”And the Marines are dubbing these new Imperials troops as 'Terminators'”
”Terminators?” Joseph rosed an eyebrow.
”Yes, Sir,” The Intel Officer said. ”T-800 'Terminator' from the movie, Termi-”