"Eh, boss, I figure this is probably inconvenient to tell you at this time, but I'm not so hot at aiming and firing a mortar accurately. I did a little bit back in Maine, but I'm still not entirely confident, sir." Johanneke confessed, lugging her mortar as she followed along.
"Christ, you say this now?" Victor chided, his voice just low enough to avoid eavesdropping. "Last thing we need is fragging our own guys with short shells."
"I can't help that they didn't teach me to fire mortars back in the service! Cops don't use mortars, sir! Look, I just need a little bit of guidance and some crash instruction, and I'll figure out the rest from there. If nothing else, I pick up on things really fast." Johanneke blurted with a nervous grin. "Please, I don't want to let you down."
The merc sighed, massaging his temples as he considered the situation. He keyed the radio mounted to his vest. "Farin. Get your arse back to staging area stat. Out."
"I guess Farin is taking my place?" Johanneke asked, setting down her mortar dejectedly.
"We don't have enough people to put Farin on rear duty, fortunately for you." He said, somewhat amused. "She'll get you up and running, but her help will be brief at most."
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"Ok, lessee... dig the baseplate into the ground, get the bubble level centered..." Johanneke muttered as she set up the simplistic mortar she was assigned. With little experience firing the contraption, she lacked the confidence to know if it was even aimed correctly. After setting it up rather haphazardly, she stepped back and gingerly let it go, whereupon the mortar (thankfully unloaded) simply flopped into the dirt.
"Crap."
"Nice." Farin emerged from atop the berm and hopped down, skidding to a stop beside Johanneke. "I suppose Special Task Force types don't learn how to use tube arty, eh?" She was slightly surprised that Victor had given her this menial task, but then again, any mistake could be lethal in combat. Farin was actually somewhat curious about her fellow merc, coming from a similar region with a hell of a service record.
"They teach us how to jump out of perfectly good airplanes, yes, but mortars? That would be handy right about now. Could I please have some help?" Johanneke asked, walking over to right the mortar again.
"First thing - unpack the bombs." She handed the other South African one of the cardboard tubes, taking one and removing the cap. "If you had an assistant gunner, they would remove the rounds before you fired them. Solo, unpack the rounds and pile them in a safe, dry place." She handed the sixty-milimeter shell to Johanneke and gestured at the mortar.
"We call this the 'Commando' mortar. It's a surplus sixty-mil with all the goodies removed, leaving it lightweight and handy. Hard as fuck to hit with, though. It has no bipod..." She planted the end into the ground, the same way Johanneke had, but unusually grasped the cloth wrap with her left hand. "The bubble gives you a range estimate. From here to the enemy, it's about eight hundred meters. Drop the rounds with your other hand and try to avoid the muzzle flash. You might want to stage on the berm to get line of sight on the enemy, since these tubes lack fine adustment and sights. That's about it."
"It's really that simple?" Johanneke said in wonderment. "Well, I suppose that shows how thick I am... Uh, Illumination round on signal, right?" she asked, glancing at the shell Farin had given her. "Is there anything else I need to know about the shells themselves?"
"The first thing is to never forget the fucking ear plugs. Your ears will bleed." Farin allowed herself a small smile as Johanneke cringed. "Long white shells are 'chute flares, the rounded ones with the green case are explosive. They'll fuck anything in a ten meter circle."
"Okay, good thing I still have these for some reason..." said Johanneke, reaching into her BDU pocket for a set of corded earplugs. "So I'm guessing this is the right shell to throw out first." she added, noting the shell in her hand was long and white, somewhat noticeable even in the considerable darkness. "Would there be any danger of mistaking these things once all the muzzle flash and explosions wash out any night vision I've got?"
"Illum is straight walled." Farin said somewhat tersely; though she didn't mean to be hostile, she still had work to do.
"Right, got it." Johanneke blurted, sensing that she should stop asking questions. Plugging her ears and suddenly finding everything else muffled, she took hold of the mortar tube by its cloth wrapping and propped it into place temporarily with a nearby rock and positioned the illumination shell on the ground next to the mortar, stabilization fins brushing lightly against her knee, but she held steady and waited for permission, glancing toward Victor.
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Meanwhile, Saladin found a vantage point on a nearby hill lined with shrubs and bushes where he could view much of the village in front at a distance. After breaking up his outline by draping camouflage netting over his position, he set down his pack in front of him and laid his Mosin-Nagant on top of it, pulling out his binoculars to scan the area. Covers with slits had been placed over the lenses, so as not to give away one's position with light glare from the glass. He scanned the battlefield from right to left and then back. As he panned his view, he could make out a few positions of note inside the village ahead, his attention drawn to the gas station Victor had pointed out in the briefing. Some vaguely bright spark in the militia they were up against had given the forethought to put someone with a DsHK on the roof of the pumping area the two story building about a block down from the gas station also had machine gun nests in the windows, but they were smaller-caliber PKMs compared to the monster positioned atop the gas station. Figuring he should point them out, Saladin got on his radio.
"This is Saladin; be advised, I have spotted a Heavy Machine Gun position on the roof of the fuel station. Some meters down from it, there is a two-story building with two windows on separate levels, facing our direction; those have a PKM in each of those windows, over."