Chapter 6

The Middle of the Battle

There were ominous, circular shadows as several dozens of G.I.s and Guardian G.I.s parachuted from the C-130 Hercules aircrafts. It was an eerie yet fascinating sight. As soon as the soldiers touched the earth, they took off their parachutes and their bags, readied their weapons and stashed their parachutes in a mountain of snow-white and brown that came from a parcel wrapping.

Woom, woom, woom!
"Huh?" wondered Private Ranger, who turned around to see a five blue lights that could have come from a neon advertisement. The blue lights slowly twirled round and round, eventually forming five figures in Chrono Suits.

"Those must be Chrono Legionnaires", a nearby soldier whispered.
Indeed the soldier was right. There was the sound of a cannon firing as the figures flashed a blinding white before revealing themselves.

"It’s the legendary Major Wallace!" cried a soldier.

Many soldiers in the Allied Army knew of the famous Major’s exploits. One example was when he managed to erase a Psychic Beacon at the last second when it was about to mind-control all the people in Seoul while the Chrono Legionnaires in his squad defended him. Another was when he saved an entire infantry division when he erased the propeller off a Russian Yak-9, which was used in the Soviet Air Force to eliminate infantry. But that Yak-9 was no ordinary airplane. It was part of the infamous 202nd Lenin Squadron, better known as 'The Erasers'. The result was the Yak crashed into another Yak, repeating the entire process till the last plane.

At that same moment, a tank rolled out of the War Factory. It had the sleek, tough body frame of the old Allied Medium, used in the First Red War. It had the same, dome-shaped turret of the old Allied Light Tank, except that it had designs taken from the Medium. It was originally going to have a 120mm cannon, but there was a problem with the chassis, so they had a 100mm cannon with explosive shells instead. In short, it was a combination of the old Allied Medium and the Light Tank: the Grizzly Battle Tank.

Two more Grizzlies rolled down the assembly line onto the ground, poised for action. Meanwhile, another C-130 hovered passed and two IFVs parachuted out into the ground. The IFV was a multi-purpose, lightweight vehicle with some of the highest in Allied technology: the Transformer Panel, designed by legendary scientist Professor Einstein. Put an M16 on the Transformer Panel and the missile-launching pods will morph into a ball-shaped turret with a hideous M230 chain gun. The capabilities of the IFV made Soviet soldiers terrified. Just mention ‘IFV’ and even the toughest, most cold-blooded of soldiers will cower underneath the bunk.

Private Ranger readied his M16 automatic rifle. 
"Let’s rock." said Private Ranger in a cool, flashy accent of a pop-star.
All of a sudden, there was a mighty 'CRASH' as the gates were literally torn apart by a great rusty-red, mushroom-shaped cloud. A female sergeant, standing too close, was flattened by one of the massive doors. There was a sick squelch as red liquid blood painted a portion of the gate. A cloud of grayish-black smog rose to the skies. 
Then, a low rumbling was heard as Rhino Heavy Tank rolled briskly into the base.

"OPEN FIRE!" ordered Lt. General Chopin.
Hails of yellow light rushed toward the tank. The bullets were like ants trying to slay an elephant...they didn’t create even a scratch. The tank spun its turret around and fired at a G.I. The G.I., too afraid to move a muscle, was blown to pieces. A grisly, bloodcurdling scream for help was heard as the shell plunged into the soldier’s body. A nearby G.I. had his leg ripped off because of the explosion. Another was killed because he wasn’t tough enough to withstand the shock.

A Grizzly Battle Tank spat a shell at the Rhino, but thanks to the curved, thick armor, the shell ricocheted off and hit one of the walls instead. Finally, a Guardian G.I. deployed his TOW Launcher. A ‘whoosh’ was heard as the missile screamed across toward the tank.

A great ‘BOOM’ was heard as the missile disappeared in an ocean of red flames. The turret slanted to the left, then pointed down after a grinding mechanical sound erupted from the turret. A muffled cough was heard and a few golden daggers of electricity spewed to the heavens. Black smoke poured out one of the holes like water from a broken jug. 

"Hurrah!" all of the G.I.s cheered, but Private Ranger, who knew better, used his cunning and to his horror figured something nasty was going to make soldiers see black for all of eternity and some see a hospital bed waiting for them.

The cunning American was right. There was a sudden clashing of metal as the hatch crashed onto the dented metal of what used to be a tank.

"Two-thousand volts coming up." beamed a sinister, low voice that could have been music from a horror movie.

A man climbed out. It was clear he was a soldier in the Soviet Union, but he was one of the countries that were part of it. First of all, unlike most of the voices of the soldiers in the Soviet Union, which had Russian accents, it was an Iraqi accent. Second of all, just by looking at the transparent, bulletproof and rectangle-shaped glass, you could see his face was a typical Middle Eastern facial build. Yes, the man was wearing a suit. It had steel-plated armor covering almost all of the parts of his top-half. On the right bit of his chest, in bright-red, was the Soviet Hammer and Sickle. The bottom part of his body was bathed in red rubber, except for his lower torso and knees. The shoes had titanium soles and it was made partly of rubber. But on his right wrist, something was glowing an electric-blue, and the glow come from what looked like a miniature version of the Tesla Coil. There were some buttons on it, showing that one button could fire a Tesla bolt and the other could create a giant ball of electricity to whoever the soldier fired. It was a Tesla Trooper.

Some nervous G.I.s fainted. "Don’t just stand there", yelled an alarmed lieutenant, "get ’im!" But it was too late.
The soldier had begun his electrifying rampage of doom. He fired a Tesla bolt at a broad-shouldered Guardian G.I. The neon-blue tongue caused excruciating pain as it rammed into the soldier. 

"AAAAHHHHHHH!!!!" was the last thing he said. The Tesla Trooper stopped firing. The electrocuted man looked dumbfounded, his eyes neutral and they seemed to have come from a complete wacko. A gurgle was heard as the man came to his knees before slumping over and staying still for good.

"No!" cried another Guardian G.I., "you’ve killed my friend! Now you will pay!"

The soldier picked up his TOW launcher and fired it at the Tesla Trooper, who was still standing on the derelict tank’s turret. Amazingly, the Iraqi leapt off, which was surprising as the steel-made Tesla suits were heavy and difficult to walk in. The turret was torn off by a small puff of fiery-red, tossed over the walls and outside the fort.

The man shot a few more Tesla bolts, killing a dozen G.I.s, because they were too frightened to contemplate the pain of the Tesla bolt.

Major Wallace coolly raised his time-removal cannon and aimed it at the Tesla Trooper. A beam of blue and white zoomed at the speed of light and engulfed the man in a ball of sky-blue and pure-white. The Tesla Trooper was frozen in time; one of his legs was on the ground while the other was stuck in mid-air. The bluish-whitish light slowly revolved around the man, picking up more and more speed as it circled him. After 10 seconds, there was a another shot of a cannon and the man was erased out of time, leaving only a blackened circle on the ground with a tiny trail of smoke traveling to the skies.

"Phew!" Private Ranger said, wiping off a ruby-shaped and translucent drop of sweat.

But it wasn’t over yet of course. 
'KA-BOOM!' was the sound of a mighty explosion creating an even bigger hole in the north wall. Huge, burning debris flew in all directions. A huge cloud of gray smoke danced in the air.

On the other side of the huge hole, there was a low, evil chuckling. The man responsible was a Russian demolition expert. He was wearing a black, sleeveless shirt over a gray singlet and black pants. Cylinder-shaped sticks of TNT hung on the sleeveless shirt and his pants, time-bombs and a few remote controls were in his pockets. The man was part of the Soviet demolition expert group codenamed ‘Crazy Ivan’ by the Soviets. The man, whose chuckling had nearly stopped, pulled out a radio.

"Comrade Commander", the man said..."The wall has been demolished, we may send in the tanks."

"Good work Ivan." Commander Sarov replied..."Now get out of there before the Allies discover you."
"Dah comrade", the man chirped and then he ran back to the Soviet assault force, his feet making no sound, similar to the manner of a tiger stalking its prey.

A low rumbling sound was heard as the Soviet tanks crept to the base like bubonic plague spreading from town to town. The smog cleared when the tanks moved into the base.

"Tanks!" screamed Lt. General Chopin, "Get your weapons ready soldiers!"

The interior of Ft. White Fox within minutes was turned into a battlefield, and the body count was rising. It was the brains of the Commander Leech and Commander Sarov that would decide who owned the supply fort and who would prevail.

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