Revolution in Parakos
Atlas War/Diplomatic rp
Trees and coffee fields panned out of site and fell far behind the sprinting horses and farm trucks that carried the 12th Revolutionary Infantry regiment. Their goal was an armored train carrying state troops, supplies, and most importantly weapons. A captain aboard the train had been radioing in information to the rebels as he had hoped it would grant him some power in the new regime, but these hungry and dirty men were only focused on derailing the coughing iron casket. There would be no time to distinguish the traitors from the soldiers.
As they zoomed forward in the dead of night, the only indicator they had as to the position of the train was it's obnoxious wheezing and consistent pumping wheels. As silently as two-hundred horse mounted men could, they raced behind the back car as it turned a slight corner beside a hill. Making it within a hundred feet of the train before it unleashed multiple sprays of heavy machine gun fire from multiple positions.
"AAAGHH.."
Gut-wrenching screams filled the heads of those who managed to survive the first nine yards of ammo that was loosed on to them. But they raced on. Splitting into two different columns, they peppered the wood and iron beast from both sides with a mixture of hunting rifles and shotguns. Those unlucky enough to fail at boarding where crushed under the weight of it. Hatches alongside the carts opened and automatic rifle fire cleared the cavalry in droves. But they pressed on.
As everyone was in position seven trucks stripped of useless metal in favor of speed crept up beside the columns of horses and tossed dynamite and other homemade explosives to the cavalry, shouting "Viva la Revolution!"
The soldiers proceeded to open up whole cart-doors in order to accurately fire on the rebels. RPGs flared a ear-drum wrecking echo as missiles launched from the confined infantry cars. Horse and human, with no distinction, flew high into the air. Trucks exploded and caused other trucks to collide. But enough dynamite had been handed out and the remaining seventy-five men zipped to the engine at the front of the train and lobbed short fused sticks of black powder dynamite at it's wheels and chimney.
"KABOOM!"
Many revolutionaries blew themselves up under the pressure and forced timing of the bombs, but the few that landed had done enough damage to cause a metal wheel to teeter on and off of the railway. It rocked back and forth and looked as if it wasn't going to tip but the next turn would decide the worth of the sacrifice of men from both sides...
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