466 Battle of Turnstead (1/2)
Pieces of stone and wood rained down as the heavy morning star the size of wrecking ball came slamming into the hull down position of the Infantry Fighting Vehicle. Vehicle Commander Sergeant Rich cursed as he ducked his head from the flying debris. He slipped back into the armoured turret and buttoned up the hatch and yelled to the driver.
”Reverse now!” He peeked through the viewports at the giant morning star that was been dragged back by a thick chain. ”Get us out of here now!”
The dragonite engines roared and spewed smoke as the driver put the IFV in full reverse. The massive wheels spun wildly, kicking up bits and pieces of rock and smoke as it shot backwards out of its hidey hole.
The turret shook as the gunner placed a long burst of 20 mm at the enemy golem that had slammed its morning star at their position. Sparks and smoke erupted out from the golem's magic barrier and shield as the shells slammed into it.
”Pull back to the second line!” Rich yelled as he held on for his life as the driver drove the IFV in reverse.
The appearance of the IFV seemed to attract all the attention of the nearby golems, as giant morning stars almost the height of the IFV slammed around it, further smashing apart the already ruined buildings.
”CORK!” Rich yelled into the radio over the dim of the 20 mm cannon, ”We are compromised! Pulling back to the second line now!”
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”-o the second line now!” The voice of the vehicle commander of the 1st Platoon, Section 2 came into Cork's ears.
”Fark!” Cork leaned on his side as he looked up into the air. He could see the underbelly silhouette of the attack helicopter hovering overhead, its guns firing at some distant target. He pushed himself up to his feet and took cover again as a massive enemy golem stormed past his position.
A whoosh followed by a trail of smoke slammed into the side of the golem which barely rocked it as the golem's magic barrier shimmered. It paused and turned its body with a clank and raised its left arm that had a massive ass shield.
A burst of white steam erupted out from pipes attached to the left arm of the giant golem. It sprayed steam across the ruins and the hot gas flushed out the anti tank team. They yelled and cursed as hot steam flash burn their exposed skin as they fled to get out of range of the golem's steamthrower.
”Fark!” Cork cursed again as he saw another golem appearing through the gap of the wall. The golem stormed over the carcasses of three other of its brethren without pause and behind the golem, more Protectorate soldiers followed behind.
”How many farking golems do they have?” Krew yelled as he fired at the enemy soldiers.
”Last report, two dozen!” Cork replied as he too joined in firing at the enemy infantry. ”We need more AT support!”
”Now that is bullshit!” Krew cursed as he reloaded.
”Section Two!” Cork rosed to a half crouch and yelled out while using one hand to gesture. ”Fall back now!”
Krew grunted as he ran, with Cork following behind him. The surviving members of Section Two fell back as well. They were not worried about the enemy infantry, but more of the giant golems that could take a lot of punishment before dying. ”Damn Beetle heads!”
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Avatar Kruther was in a stage of adrenaline and rapture as he was fully encased inside the control cocoon. His vision was hazy but clear enough for details like shapes and colours to be interpreted. With each step he took, the ground shook and each squeeze of his hands triggered the godly weapons mounted on the Warjack.
He flung the morning star mounted on his right fist at the infidel wagon that spewed unholy death to his faith. The giant morning star shot out with a geyser of steam and unfortunately missed, only smashing apart the building that was in the way.
With a mental thought, the chains attached to the morning star tightened and started to retract the weapon back to his fist. He felt like a god with the power in his hands and for that, he was ever grateful to Ramuh for giving him the power to judge those unworthy.
There was a sudden loud bang, and Kruther's vision flickered. He looked towards the direction the attack came from and raised his left arm and squeezed, spewing steam out in a wide area. He saw the unworthy heretics fleeing like the cowardly scum they were.
He ignored them, leaving them for the Paladins to clean up, his focus on the fleeing wagon that downed so many of his brothers. As an Avatar, he finally found something worthy of his skills, for so far, the lawless were barely even a match to the Protectorate's power.
He will keep killing and destroying until all the lawless were brought before the Judgement!
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”Unicorn One One, One Two,” The radio crackled. ”Cannon is almost dry! Rockets are out!”
”Shit!” The pilot of One One cursed. ”Lem, ammo?”
”Disappearing as fast as a whore takes gold!” The co pilot yelled back. ”Nearly out!”
The pilot looped the gunship around the town, seeing several fallen golems spewing white and black smoke into the air dotted all around the town. He estimated they had in total taken out at least a dozen of those things, yet there appeared to be more concealed in the forest edge just a kilometre or two away.
The golems were harder to kill compared to the enemy's airship as the targets were smaller and they can move surprisingly fast for their weight. And not only that, the gunships had to take out the clusters of mortars lobbing bombs at the dug in troops and anti air projectiles in the skies, and break up any concentrated blocks of enemy infantry.
”Gladius Actual! Gladius Actual! This is Unicorn Flight, over,” The pilot finally spoke into his mike when his co pilot indicated the guns were dry.
”Gladius Actual, send!” The voice of the 1st Army Rifle Regiment commanding officer came in.