"THIS IS FIREBASE KHE SANH! WE'RE REQUESTING FOR A BROKEN ARROW! MULTIPLE ENEMY BRIGADES ARE STORMING THE LINE! THE BUSHES ARE SHITTING THEM AND WE'RE GETTING BOMBED LIKE GOD ITSELF IS SHITTING AT US FROM ABOVE!"
As the Colonel frantically calls for help in ATC Tower, it its left on the makeshift dirt runway, a C-130H taxis into the Runway as it gets bombed.
"Boxcar, Boxcar to Khe Sanh. We're not aborting take off over. Outpost Delta needs these supplies."
"ROGER BOXCAR! TAKE OFF NOW BEFORE THE HARRASSING BARRAGE REACHES HALF OF THE RUNWAY!"
"Copy on all. Godspeed."
"GODSPEED TO YOU TOO!"
Meanwhile all hell breaks loose on the Firebase as players with skeleton soldiers frantically shoot into the bushes with M16A4s and M4A1s. The jungle was Tropical and the heat could kill a man if they didn't drink enough water. Mud and dirt is scattered around the base as M1A1 AIMs and M1A2Cs form a firing line. The C-130H's pilot puts the throttle to max as large magic fireballs strike the uppermost part of the runway. The daring flyboys took off successfully, though shrapnel visibly hit the bottom of the fuselage, they quickly shifted their direction Northeast.
Over the rice paddies and miles and miles of jungle so thick they see the stricken Outpost Delta. Its defenders are already fighting inside as Hueys and Blackhawks circle it like vultures, providing air support as half wolf and half horse human hybrids storm the barbwires and fences. Their immense speed and keen hearing proved difficult to the low level players who can only rely on their modern weapons as the equalizer.
"Boxcar to Outpost Delta, what's the situation down there? We got the M-One-One-Threes you've requested over."
"ROGER BOXCAR! LZ NOWHERE IS HOT! BUT I STILL HAVE A CONTINGENT OF ENGINEERS THERE! DROP IT AND WE'LL QUICKLY BOARD THEM!"
"Affirmativo Delta. We'll circle around and skid them on the grass."
"GET HIM OUT OF HERE! GO! GO! GO! DRAG HIM OUT!"
The transmission cuts out and the C-130H puts down its landing gears. The open killing field engulfed a former Helicopter landing area, which was big enough for the cargo plane to perform a Low Altitude Parachute Extraction. Even with all the death and suffering below them, the two pilots kept their cool and smoothly turned around and aligned the aircraft. They then perfectly performed the LAPES without a witch. The M113 APCs skidded their way into the scarred grassland and surviving Engineers defended by remaining troops immediately got the .50s into action.
Fifty miles away, a carrier strike group from the Men of the Woods arrived.
"Firebase Khe Sanh, this is MOW Grahame, a Kitty-Hawk class aircraft carrier supported by an Enterprise class nuclear aircraft carrier. We're deploying Super Hornets, Phantoms, and Growlers to immediately support you, over."
"THANK GOD! THEY'RE ALREADY DEEP INSIDE THE BASE! YOU'RE CLEARED TO LAY WASTE ON EVERYTHING!!!"
"Copy Colonel Hartmann. Stay tight, what's your respawn area, over?"
"IT'S ALREADY GONE! THE VILLAGE WAS BURNED DOWN BY THESE TRIBAL FUCKS TWO HOURS AGO AND THEY'VE REACHED THE BASES ALTAR! WE HAVE NO RESPAWN POINTS!"
Super Hornets flew low and fast but the F-4 Phantom IIs carrying ten 750lb of Napalm overtook them as the stricken Firebase came into view with pillars of smoke and all sorts of differing coloured magical beams fired down upon it. The old Vietnam era fighter jet was pinpoint in this bombing run. Engulfing the entire length of the base with two lines of nothing but pure smoke and fire. The Tribal warriors of the Blue Moon clan and the Mud Calk were charred, not even their bones were left as the Napalm burned everything, even the leftover vehicles.
YOU ARE READING
Army of the Damned
General Fiction"The objective here is to return home. By any means necessary." An Isekai about Politics, Strategy and War. Players of Dark World, a Full Dive VR game suddenly got teleported into the world of Threa. Our cast of people, found and recuited by a luckl...
