Snippet #1253407

Surprisingly, a few moments after Whitesword makes his call to arms, the soldiers ahead disperse into a combat formation, spreading out and finding cover. They did not seem to have spotted the unit yet, but it was only a matter of time- something had certainly blown their cover. Even more surprisingly, Lurk's voice crackles over the comm. "Sir. Our cover seems to be blown. Permission to engage?" Wherever he was, he apparently had eyes on the Chinese.

Anyone who was able to see a fair distance away, such as Whitesword, would see that the Chinese were armed with four Type 95 Assault Rifles, one Type 95 LMG, and one Type 88 DMR. From what they could tell, they were forming their defenses around an uncharacteristic mound of snow, roughly eight feet high and twenty feet wide. The area west-facing of the mound, the direction they were headed in from, was fairly clear of trees; which would provide at least passable visibility, and cover moving up from the occasional downed tree or stump, for as much worth as they would provide.

They were close enough to the base at this point that an open confrontation, if not resolved quickly, would likely result in a larger part of the Chinese force moving in against them. The tanks, fortunately, would have trouble moving through the thick woods, but there was still a considerable Infantry force inside the base proper. As soon as the fighting started, they would have to operate with the utmost efficiency. Of course, there were always other options.