Unimaginative Wonderer
Russians attacking trenches - 6mm sci fi diorama. Story up.
It was expected to be like any other day, a day of just waiting in our trenches, listening to our artillery pounding the Russians. So far our invasion of Siberia was pretty successful. We bombed the Russian bases from orbit, from aircraft and from the sea. Missiles were fired to clean up what was left, and then it was our turn. Our landing wasn't opposed, but as we moved into the country we started to meet cells of Russian resistance. Snipers, mines and fast guerilla raids. It wasn't hard to repel these attempts since we did outgun all these small groups, but just 3 days in the trouble really started. Turns out our orbital bombardment and the missiles didn't do as much damage as was hoped, and our vanguards were met with rockets, mortar mines, bullets and shells. We dug in, but so far we didn't come into proper face to face combat with the Russians. Until today. In the distance we saw our air support falling down, trailing black smoke, and crashing. At night bright explosions lit up the darkness. At dawn, the shells fell on our positions. Explosive rounds fell into the minefields in front of our trenches, disabling most, if not all of the mines. Shrapnel and the explosive force ripped apart and mauled my comrades, despite our armour designed to protect us against that. After shells came rockets, sent from descendants of the old WW2 katyushas. The trenches became hell, literally. Despite our gear being fireproof, everything was burning. It was absolutely terrifying. What have we gotten ourselves into, I thought, just 3 days into the campaign. As wounded were evacuated and dead moved to be buried (with all the gear taken off), our helmet HUDs notified us to get ready to repel the incoming attack. At first we couldn't see anything in the distance, that is until our visors magnified the view of the landscape so that we could spot the dark green Russian tanks rapidly advancing straight at us. Infantry ran behind them, surprisingly keeping up with the tanks. No doubt they wore armour with exoskeletons. Missiles flew from behind our trenches at the tanks, and we had hope that will be the end of that, but we were very disappointed. The machine guns on the turrets rapidly fired at the incoming missiles and, to our horror, blew them up. Bleeding hell, why did our superiors think this was a good idea in the first place?
The tanks rolled closer and closer. We held our fire, letting the Russians get closer. They advanced silently, until a rough, amplified, barking voice rang out from their ranks. '- Oni prishli na nashu zemlyu, oni ubili nashihk lyudey!...', which my HUD translated to 'They came on our land and killed our people'. I couldn't argue with that, and doubted any one of us could. 'We will strike them hard, strike them down without mercy, we shall teach them what happens when they invade mother Russia!' The HUD continued to translate the speech. The tanks were very close and we finally opened fire, unleashing a wave of rockets, bullets and energy beams unto the tanks and the infantry following them. Nevertheless the barking voice continued 'Kill them all comrades! Uraaaaa!'. The loud 'URAAAAAA!' filled the air. Not only were the Russians screaming it at the very top of their lungs, their voices were also greatly amplified. It was so loud gunfire became hardly noticeable.
The tanks opened fire. Their shells ripped our trenches and men in them apart. The machine guns did their best to knock out the rockets coming in at them. The infantry too opened fire. Bullets showered us. Some of our men fell down with bullet holes in their grey armour. At first I sat, cowering and afraid, trying to push myself into to the mud wall of the trench so that I became one with it. Then a sergeant moved over to me, ducking under the bullets. 'Come on son, we're all in the same bucket here, stand up, shoot. It's the only way to survive this.' He shouted over the gunfire and the Russian screams. I did as was told. It wasn't just his words that motivated me, it was also his rifle pointing, seemingly accidentally, at my chest. I looked around and saw several others of my comrades in the same stupor that I was in moments ago. I also spotted some of our soldiers running away from the oncoming enemy, out of the trenches towards our rear. They were cut down with a burst of bullets. I hope it were the Russians that did that. I turned towards the tanks. They were literally 40m away. Under the whistling bullets and humming beams I loaded a grenade into my rifle and fired into the midst of the Russian infantry. I blew one's legs off. He lay there, screaming, face down in a pool of blood. The rest paid no heed to him, his armour will take care of him until medics arrive. I shot more bullets, but that wasn't particularly effective. This was the most terrifying situation for all of us, never before, nor after, did we feel the same raw, desperate, animal fear. All our shooting did little to inhibit the Russian assault. Already tanks and specialists were flooding our trenches with fire, grenades were thrown in and out, and the enemy infantry jumped in, bayonets and spades poised to kill. Violent close combat erupted along our positions. Amid that, the scary, animal 'OOORAAAAH' deafened us. A grenade fell beside me. I only had time to look at it numbly before it exploded. Everything went black and my body burned. I lost consciousness.
Russians attacking trenches - 6mm sci fi diorama. Story up.
It was expected to be like any other day, a day of just waiting in our trenches, listening to our artillery pounding the Russians. So far our invasion of Siberia was pretty successful. We bombed the Russian bases from orbit, from aircraft and from the sea. Missiles were fired to clean up what was left, and then it was our turn. Our landing wasn't opposed, but as we moved into the country we started to meet cells of Russian resistance. Snipers, mines and fast guerilla raids. It wasn't hard to repel these attempts since we did outgun all these small groups, but just 3 days in the trouble really started. Turns out our orbital bombardment and the missiles didn't do as much damage as was hoped, and our vanguards were met with rockets, mortar mines, bullets and shells. We dug in, but so far we didn't come into proper face to face combat with the Russians. Until today. In the distance we saw our air support falling down, trailing black smoke, and crashing. At night bright explosions lit up the darkness. At dawn, the shells fell on our positions. Explosive rounds fell into the minefields in front of our trenches, disabling most, if not all of the mines. Shrapnel and the explosive force ripped apart and mauled my comrades, despite our armour designed to protect us against that. After shells came rockets, sent from descendants of the old WW2 katyushas. The trenches became hell, literally. Despite our gear being fireproof, everything was burning. It was absolutely terrifying. What have we gotten ourselves into, I thought, just 3 days into the campaign. As wounded were evacuated and dead moved to be buried (with all the gear taken off), our helmet HUDs notified us to get ready to repel the incoming attack. At first we couldn't see anything in the distance, that is until our visors magnified the view of the landscape so that we could spot the dark green Russian tanks rapidly advancing straight at us. Infantry ran behind them, surprisingly keeping up with the tanks. No doubt they wore armour with exoskeletons. Missiles flew from behind our trenches at the tanks, and we had hope that will be the end of that, but we were very disappointed. The machine guns on the turrets rapidly fired at the incoming missiles and, to our horror, blew them up. Bleeding hell, why did our superiors think this was a good idea in the first place?
The tanks rolled closer and closer. We held our fire, letting the Russians get closer. They advanced silently, until a rough, amplified, barking voice rang out from their ranks. '- Oni prishli na nashu zemlyu, oni ubili nashihk lyudey!...', which my HUD translated to 'They came on our land and killed our people'. I couldn't argue with that, and doubted any one of us could. 'We will strike them hard, strike them down without mercy, we shall teach them what happens when they invade mother Russia!' The HUD continued to translate the speech. The tanks were very close and we finally opened fire, unleashing a wave of rockets, bullets and energy beams unto the tanks and the infantry following them. Nevertheless the barking voice continued 'Kill them all comrades! Uraaaaa!'. The loud 'URAAAAAA!' filled the air. Not only were the Russians screaming it at the very top of their lungs, their voices were also greatly amplified. It was so loud gunfire became hardly noticeable.
The tanks opened fire. Their shells ripped our trenches and men in them apart. The machine guns did their best to knock out the rockets coming in at them. The infantry too opened fire. Bullets showered us. Some of our men fell down with bullet holes in their grey armour. At first I sat, cowering and afraid, trying to push myself into to the mud wall of the trench so that I became one with it. Then a sergeant moved over to me, ducking under the bullets. 'Come on son, we're all in the same bucket here, stand up, shoot. It's the only way to survive this.' He shouted over the gunfire and the Russian screams. I did as was told. It wasn't just his words that motivated me, it was also his rifle pointing, seemingly accidentally, at my chest. I looked around and saw several others of my comrades in the same stupor that I was in moments ago. I also spotted some of our soldiers running away from the oncoming enemy, out of the trenches towards our rear. They were cut down with a burst of bullets. I hope it were the Russians that did that. I turned towards the tanks. They were literally 40m away. Under the whistling bullets and humming beams I loaded a grenade into my rifle and fired into the midst of the Russian infantry. I blew one's legs off. He lay there, screaming, face down in a pool of blood. The rest paid no heed to him, his armour will take care of him until medics arrive. I shot more bullets, but that wasn't particularly effective. This was the most terrifying situation for all of us, never before, nor after, did we feel the same raw, desperate, animal fear. All our shooting did little to inhibit the Russian assault. Already tanks and specialists were flooding our trenches with fire, grenades were thrown in and out, and the enemy infantry jumped in, bayonets and spades poised to kill. Violent close combat erupted along our positions. Amid that, the scary, animal 'OOORAAAAH' deafened us. A grenade fell beside me. I only had time to look at it numbly before it exploded. Everything went black and my body burned. I lost consciousness.