The Black March Conflict (IC MT)

[Lauzanne]

Velichkov felt the pain start to creep in as he dragged the unconscious man that was below him, gun up in case the extremists tried to rush the new opening. de Lazure pulled back as well, grabbing a couple of the belts before bolting back. A wet sensation was creeping down Velichkov's side as he grit his teeth. Although the vests they wore were supposed to protect them, shrapnel remains a constant threat to a soldier's life and limbs.
"Fox, we gotta pull back! Belanger, handle it!" Velichkov ordered, dragging the WAF fighter with him.
Upstairs, Belanger's two shots had missed. It was down to his suppressed AS-14, taking aim at the man with the RPG. Two shots, both hitting him in the gut and flooring him, even if he didn't kill him. Belanger's position was quickly at the centre of the extremists' fire, as Belanger started to run towards the stairs. He was knocked off his feet by a 9mm striking him in the back, the vest stopping it but he felt a rib crack.
"Merde..." he wheezed, starting to crawl to his feet again as the fire died down.

Fox heard Cowls' reply, nodding. The grenade had gone off, causing a gap in the fire.
"Martin!" Fox shouted on the radio, being answered by two thwack noises and the .50cal going silent. Foster and Fox pulled out smoke grenades, tossing them at the biggest concentrations of extremist troops. As soon as the smoke had concealed them, Fox, Foster and the WAF fighter with them pulled back, ending up near Cowls.
"Get your men, get the fuck outta he-" Fox started, before a round impacted his helmet. Blood started pooling on the floor even as he hit it, groaning in anger and pain.
"Fuck you!" He shouted, unloading a burst of fire in the suspected direction of the hit. Foster pulled him into cover, pulling the bloodied helmet off as he saw the impact.
"You'll live, Boss." Foster said, pulling out his gauze and bandages as he got ready to patch Fox up.
"Get your men, gun's down. Get the fuck outta here, contact Vantchev if you have to. They'll have bigger guns. Don't trip on the grenade wires. Take your boys too." Fox ordered cowls, the white bandage already staining red as the right side of his hair was matted with blood.
"Go!" He shouted, sliding another magazine into place and hitting the bolt release. de Lazure and Velichkov had reached the same room, de Lazure going prone and firing the Raikka at the Southern area.
"Got three belts, Boss!" de Lazure stated, the bursts of fire keeping the extremists' heads down.
"We hold them off and fuck them up! We're Razvedka!" Fox stated, adrenaline keeping him going despite the extreme pain.

Sure, they felt the pressure. Sure, they were still likely outnumbered 2-to-1 at best. But they were the best, and they had a job to do.

[Welzat]

Cowls was never the one to take orders from anyone but his leader, however, he quickly nodded as the injured Fox ordered him to leave this carnage. He knew Knoll had to live or this battle would be for nothing and so the loyalist started gathering his WAF soldiers that were now scattered across the house. All were glad to leave this hellish firefight, all but Smith.

"Lt. please I want to stay these guys need all the help and this is a scratch! Just please get Finny out of this..." He said respectfully and Cowls with no time to argue with the determined fighter gripped his hand and simply said, "Good Luck." grinning and then leaving to gather Knolls downstairs.

"Doctor the Lauzanne are going to buy us some time! We have to leave now!" He said motioning the old man to follow him out.

"Well... Okay, Cowls let us leave... we are so close to the government... if we can just escape this terrible affair and get these talks going..."

"Doctor please, we do not need this right now. Let us move!" A shine of determination and a bit of fear came into the fighter's eye and Knoll knew not to fight anymore with his second in command.

The gunfire was still sporadic but the smokescreen was making each shot wild and inaccurate. The six loyalists now gathered at the door and with a bellowing yell Cowls called out to his foreign comrades. "Give him hell!" He said slamming the door open and with the doctor in the middle of the group made a mad dash for the vehicles. It was as if all hell broke loose as they ran to the safety of the woods bullets whizzing and hissing by. Cowls lead the group through the field ever so closer to the vehicles that awaited the group before a bullet slammed into his boot tearing both leather and flesh off the top of his foot. However, adrenaline was coursing through his veins and as dived into the bushes with the rest of his group.

Meanwhile, in the distance dust was being kicked up and if the fighters could hear over their commotion the unmistakable sounds of a convey were nearing the house. The battle was close to a true victory if only the defenders could hold for minutes more as the flames in the house started gaining...

[Lauzanne]

Fox saw the group depart, the fire they were taking getting him and de Lazure to spray fire through the smoke screen to draw their attention to the very real threat of the special forces inside the building. Fox looked down at the bloodied helmet, shaking his head as the bandage was now firmly applied.
"Alright, you band of merry fucks. Smith was it? Don't die, you got friends you've got to protect." Fox looked at his men and the one WAF fighter, bandage also applied to his shoulder.
"We're gonna follow them some, building's on fire. Go East. Got me?" Fox's eyes trained back down his sights as the smoke started to dissipate. Martin and Belanger landed at the bottom of the stairs, rifles at the ready as Foster and Velichkov passed by them. Velichkov started to lay down fire to cover the last two as Fox and de Lazure ran into the cover of the untouched hallway with the stairs leading to the Eastern side of the house.
"Fuck, my head hurts." Fox commented as Martin and Foster cleared corners and hallways.
"Maybe you shouldn't catch bullets with that big head of yours, Boss."
"Fuck off, Vel." Fox gave Velichkov a nudge as the two leads called out "CLEAR!"

The room in the East was untouched, furthest from the fire and seemed relatively defensible. Some tripwired grenades had been set up prior, but now they will see use because it's likely the extremists were coming.
"New belt in the MG, Lazure." Fox pointed at de Laure, him nodding as he started the process of putting in a fresh tray.
"Martin, grenades." Martin drew another defensive grenade, ready to pull the pin
"When you see the fucks, gun them down." As if on cue, de Lazure was firing into the Western part of the house, attempting to suppress the oncoming extremists on foot.
"Good shit. You four, look for the others."

With the oncoming party, Knoll slipping through their fingers, the bruised but fierce Razvedka troops within reach, and they could see oncoming Welzat troops, it was now or never for them.

[Welzat]

The chaos was spiraling as the special forces made a brave stand in the crumbling building. Shells, holes, and death all now inhabited the home but still, an air of ignorance or perhaps it was pure valorous intentions surrounded the once tranquil setting. While the fighting was still heavy it seemed both sides were losing steam, after all, the clashes were a brutal affair. However, in the next moments as dots of the smoke dissipated the WAF rebels still were determined to end this betrayal of their movement. The rebels were thinning in numbers but still another gruesome spraying of bullets penetrated the house and another volley of grenades came ever closer to the defenders. It seemed the creeping advance might have its bloody victory until, even over the noise of battle, came a familiar noise.

"By GOD!" LT Howard said as they neared the carnage and continued blaring into the comms, "WAF targets at the old Victor House! Engaging but reinforcement are needed!" He said as his convey neared the site. The two Iveco LMV's were quick to approach the site with .50 cal machine guns attached it would be a rude awakening for the WAF. Most of the soldiers took to the west into the woods to surprise the rebels from their rears while the vehicles would try and support the troops from the road.

As they neared with their classic uniforms some rear line rebels were utterly shocked at seeing the boys in brown and with clean marks from their Enfields were able to suppress two WAF rebels before the classic untrained spirit of glory came roaring out of the Welzat troops who knew this battle was theirs. " FOR GOD AND PRINCE!" a soldier cried as they went crashing deeper into the woods firing like mad at the rebels who were now being attacked on two fronts. The foliage of spring came tumbling down as a desperate fight was occurring in the forest while those closer to the house stopped their assault to look back into the green abyss and wonder.

[Lauzanne]

The plan was going so well. They were whittling down the rebels, minimal friendly casualties, chances of reinforcements.

Then the boys in brown had to start shooting with .50cals.

Out of nowhere, the heavy boom of .50cal machineguns echoed in the empty spaces, followed by cracks and new holes appearing in the walls.
"Everyone! Out, NOW!"
He pointed to the east of the house, the forest through which the WAF had escaped. de Lazure shouted in pain, blood coming from the back of his leg in a couple places as he hit the ground. Fox cursed as he immediately stopped to pull de Lazure by the handle on the back of his vest.
"Fucking idiots! BLUE ON BLUE!" He shouted as de Lazure groaned and yelled in pain, looking up at his leader.
"Grenade out!" Martin shouted, tossing the prepared grenade into the central room to kick up debris. The explosion rocked the room, Martin already having started at running into the forest and cover. Martin and Belanger pulled smoke grenades, tossing them into the open space between the house and the thick greenery as they took up covering positions to protect their leader and injured comrade.
"Go, Fox! We've got you!"
"Yeah, I know. Dumb bastard is making me work out hard!" Fox called back, allowing a slight laugh to calm his nerves.
"Fuck off, Fox."

They were in distinctive uniforms, and hopefully the Welzat boys this far out were properly briefed about them. If not, the situation could get even messier from here, and Fox hated the thought.