Chechnya,South Korea 2020

The Mil Mi-24 “HIND” helicopter flew through the sky at a nap of the Earth, preventing Chechen radar systems from picking it up. The “HIND” helicopter was chock loaded with eight Spetznas soldiers, eight dogs of war. Among the men, sat one of the most “badass” people ever to grace the battlefield. Corporal Yuri Bezmenov, a forty one year old from Moscow, Russia ”LOCK AND LOAD!” Yuri hollered, in Russian. Every man down the line loaded a 30 round magazine into his AKS-74U assault rifle, .”Approaching drop-zone, E.T.A thirty seconds.” Yuri heard this chime through his headphones, he raised a finger, making a whirling motion with it. The men stood up from their seats, securing their rifles on the slings over their shoulders.”Ten seconds, Sarge!” Yuri hooked himself up to the fast rope and.”Get ready, boys! I will see you on the ground!” He to his men.

The chopper steadied itself over a field, and the men slid down the fast ropes with speed. Securing a three hundred and sixty degree security perimeter as soon as their feet had touched the ground.”Let's move up, even spacing. Watch out for snipers in the bell towers.” Yuri nodded to his men, as they moved through the street of the small village. ”Our mission is to hold this town, the Chechens have mounted an assault group and high command can't afford to send any tanks our way. We're going to have to handle this one on our own, no air support.. no nothing.” Yuri chuckled as a soldier yelled ”Sounds like a suicide mission,Sir .” Yuri shrugged ”Yeah, the Chechens are really going to have some trouble, aren't they?” Howls of laughter erupted from the men as they set up their defensive positions in a church courtyard.

Yuri was awoken by a loud piercing siren, coming from a group of Chechen infantry that had set themselves up down the street. ”Looks like this is the first wave” One of his many men yelled. ”Quiet down, let them move up.. we ambush them when they get too close.” Yuri nodded over to his men quietly checking the chamber of his AKS-74U. ”Suppressors on, get ready.” They all screwed their suppressor attachments to the end of their assault carbines. The loud sounds of Chechen boots slamming into the ground were heard, as the group marched closer to the choke point the Spetznaz soldiers had set up. Soon, the Chechens were in plain view of the Spetznaz. The poor bastards had no clue what was about to hit them.

“OPEN FIRE!” Yuri screamed, as he popped over the low wall he was using for cover. The eruption of suppressed gunfire echoed around the courtyard, as the men unloaded their magazines into the group. Chechens skipped to their deaths, as they were blown off of their feet by automatic rifle fire. The screams filled the air, some of them tried to run, only to be cut down by the sniper he had set up in the bell tower. By the end of the day, they had killed two squads of Chechen infantry, a total of 30 men. Yuri assembled the men in the courtyard.”That was only a reconnaissance group, tomorrow they'll be hitting us with all they got. We have two snipers, one in the bell tower and one on the roof of the church. They'll watch over us as we get some rest.” The men nodded, laying down on the cobblestone pathways of the courtyard.

Harper sat in her tent waiting for something to happen, or for those under her to report something. She didn't like this war but she knew she was fighting for a just cause, well she thought she was. Her dark hair fell in her face and she let out a frustrated sigh while pulling it from her eyes and her eyes went over the reports yet again finding nothing new, just the same fights on the front and small skirmishes on the boarders. "When can I go home?" she asked herself, she missed her family and she pulled out a picture of the huge smiling family. A sad smile rested on Harper's lips and she sighed quietly.
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Akhenaten stood on guard duty, tired and grimy. His sharp eyes fallowed the boarder not noticing any movement, his shift would be over and then he would get to get cleaned up and sleep for awhile. When he felt someone tap his shoulder and he quickly spun around to salute his comrade, "Finally my shifts over" he joked and walked toward his small tent so he could sleep some. As soon as his body touched the sleeping bed he was out cold.

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Alina smiled as she polished her rifle, she had only recently been sent to this line of battle and so far it was very slow and she was growing bored. She almost wanted to go look for trouble but knew that her own team mates would kill her for abandonment. Her short blond hair was pulled into a tight bun and she reached up to check that it was in place. She sighed and grabbed her tiny cross around her throat, it made her feel better.

“WE'RE UNDER HEAVY FIRE!” a soldier screamed, causing Yuri to jolt up out of his resting spot on the ground. Bullets tore into the wooden door of the church, as Chechen soldiers ripped it apart with their AK47 rifles.Yuri looked around to his fellow soldiers, two of which were already dead on the ground. Another two were up against the wall, slowly dieing. He popped his head up over the cover, which was a wooden flowerbed. He aimed down the sight of his Ak7U, directing his aim on a Chechen Sergeant's neck. A burst of rounds cut through the Sergeant's neck, causing him to spin into the ground. He unscrewed his suppressor, standing up over the flower bed into plain view. His wepon jumped, as he held in the trigger. Thirty rounds of armor piercing rounds tore through Chechen soldiers, as he made his way over to his team. ”RPG! GET OUT OF THE BELLTOWER!” a rocket blew up in the bell tower, throwing the sniper out of it and to his final resting place, the fountain in the middle of courtyard. Yuri then moved and stood in the corner of the courtyard, spraying rounds at the enemy. Bullets riccocheted off of the stone walls of the church, almost hitting him. His rifle fell off of the roof of the church, landing on the ground. The other sniper was dead, there were only four of them left now.”Soldier ! GET SOME FUCKING AIR SUPPORT!” Alas the radioman hooked onto his own radio with confidence turning coils and fliping switches.

The Chechens were running through the courtyard, most of them getting cut down at the entrance by the men.”Reloading!” Yuri hollered out, as he slapped another 30 round magazine into his Wepon.placeing shots at his enemies, cutting through their chests.”They're going to slaughter us, Sir!” one man screamed, but Yuri simply smiled at him.”We will die heroes, kid.. Do not fear them.”the men had both ran out of ammunition at that point. They both drew their hatchets out of their respective holsters, as they slid down behind the torn up flowerbed. They were ready to make their final stand. As the radioman contacted the homeland

"We are besieged by heavy fire...if there is any assistance at all please come..we are surrounded!"

“Be glorified, our fatherland, united and free!...The sure bulwark of the friendship of the peoples!...The Soviet banner is the flag of the people,..Let it lead from victory to victory!” The men screamed in unison, as they hopped over the flowerbed. Charging at their enemies with their hatchets cocked back. Yuri swung the hatchet into the jaw of one of his enemies, who was too busy fumbling the magazine into his empty AK47 to make a kill. The swing snapped the bone that actually held the mandible up, causing his jaw to hang off. Then he brought his hatchet into the cap of an enemy's skull. The pick at the top smashing through bone, and into the brain. He pulled it out, and a spray of blood and brain matter splattered onto his face. The men hacked and slashed at their enemies, until they took knotice of them "Fleeing?". The Chechen Captain ran through the bodies, and up toward the mountains.