Just Outside the Prussian Military Base, New Heathers
They just ran. He had blasted open the head of the soldier in the lead, only to have the sergeant order a full on charge.
Idiots he though, pulling back the bolt then snapping back it into place. They were now in full view. He squeezed the trigger and took out the one closest to the field, blasting open his head as well. They were now only about a hundred yards from the training ground.
By now, the trainees and the other two snipers near him had taken notice. He heard two shots, then two more. He did not see if any had gone down, but doubted they had missed - he was to busy watching the man that appeared to be the sergeant.
He was near the front of the pack, running like a madman, and shooting like one as well. Apparently using "spray and pray" firing tactics, he came close to shooting his own men more than twice.
The sniper saw the Prussian NCOs on the field ordering the Fascist revolutionaries into firing position, in a wide line several men deep, reminiscent of Napoleonic battlefield tactics.
They're jumping out the frying pan into the fire he thought, watching the first of the unidentified enemy soldiers reach the field, bursting out of the woods. They must be Japs, he thought with a chuckle, No one else could be so suicidal.
They began blazing away with their automatic guns, waving them at the Prussian and Heatherean Fascist forces more than a hundred yards away.
The officer in charge appeared to yell something and waved his sword downward. As he did, they fired a volley, all having had time to pick their target.
They fired three more volleys at the officer's command, about twenty-five having already gone down from enemy fire.
He turned back slowly, stealthily, not wishing to make his position known to any hostiles still in the forest.
He decided he needed to take a risk. He brought a small, miniature radio out of his pocket, and spoke into it quietly, in a harsh whisper.
"Aachen. Aachen, come in, this is Bauer."
"Bauer, what in hell are you doing on the radio? There might still be hostiles about."
"Ja, I believe there are. I thought I saw way more than how many ran into the clearing - I suspect they're still lying in wait."
"You don't see 'em?"
"No. But look from your position, to the southwest, near the largest tree, with the moss on all sides..."
"Ja?"
"Just look around it."
Several seconds passed. He could hear the gunfire in the clearing - he was surprised any of the enemies were still alive.
"Oh, Bauer."
"Ja?"
"There are men around it. Looks like there's a squad on my side, maybe five men, and another squad, much nearer you. Look down, and then slowly look up, going northwest."
He did so. He saw them - it was a large clump of leaves, that didn't appear to belong there.
"I got 'em."
"Yep. I'll radio Fiester."
About thirty seconds went by, and the radio came back to life.
"He sees them. Do you think they're spotted us?"
"No. Impossible. I have moved twice in the past twelve hours, and even then only slightly. I'm talking as quiet as I possibly can now - I can barely hear myself."
"I can barely hear you either. All right, he's taking the one at the back. You take the one at the front. I'll shoot first - you two shoot afterwards. Remember, take them all out. Reload, fire, reload, fire - as quickly as possible."
"Understood."
He lined up his telescopic sight with the front man's head. The crosshairs centered on what was probably his ear. He waited for the shot - then heard it. He squeezed the trigger immediately, and heard the gunshot from Fiester as he fired as well.
Training Field, Prussian Military Base, New Hethera
"Fire!"
The Haumptmann shouted it for the forth time, swinging down his gleaming sword as the sunlight glinted off of it, almost blinding him.
He had seen the men come bursting out of the woods soon after what sounded like the shot of a high-caliber rifle. He immediately began forming the new 'troops' into firing lines, hearing machine gun fire. Once the few men came bursting out, guns-a-blazing, he gave the order to fire a volley, and a hail of bullets went into the trees.
Now, there were only a few enemy soldiers left. Several of the Fascists had gone down, probably about twenty or thirty by now.
There were only two men left. They were firing willy-nilly, hoping to hit something. Three bullets whizzed by his body, barely missing him. Then they didn't. Two hit him in the leg, another in the hip.
He yelled as he went down, though he stifled the scream as best he could. It was more out of surprise than pain, however - he had been wounded in the German-Persian War as well.
