They took crouched positions and began to fire into the trees madly, forcing the AnR soldiers to fall back into their cover. Nevertheless, as they hid behind cover, the captain ordered a charge. Soon, the sound of rifle barrels cracking as the snipers began to fire sounded off, echoing in the small hillside. The sound of the trees being riddled by bullets filled the air and the captain stood stoically from behind a rock.
“Charge,” he said, shouting into his communicator
His unit took to their feet and began to sneak forward, taking cover behind trees whenever they could. As they moved they took shots, killing only a few Bolivians each time. With a heavy bit of impatience, Captain Sorenson marched forward without thought of his action. He carried a father large pistol, which when fired nearly made the sniper rifles pale in comparison. His men tried their best to follow, but by the time they would catch up, he would go quicker.
“Begin flank,” said the captain, but little to his knowledge they had already began their advance. Atlas, humiliated by the captain, reloaded his G27 and quickly made his way forward. The men followed, only to stop when they fired, making sure it was a kill each time. As they began to reach the tree line, Sorenson stopped and took cover behind a tree to reload and prepare for a final push. The others joined him, though they began to hear the trees chirping as bullets dug deep into their trunks.
On count, the first unit lurched out from their cover and began their charge. The Bolivians quickly retreated back into the church, though some stayed out and took cover behind the boxes. As for the 10o5, they suffered no casualties up to that point. The bullets which did hit them were affected immediately by the Concussive Guard, an electric shield which covered the front of the R5290 combat armor. Unfortunately, as they advanced on the church, they came closer to the enemy and, with a sudden shock of pain running down his leg, an AnR soldier fell to his knees and keeled over in pain.
“We need a…” Atlas began to say, only to hear Captain Sorenson scream over his words as he charged into and behind one of the cargo boxes. He reloaded before turning and killing the Bolivian behind it, shooting him through the right side of his temple. He continued on, killing two more who hid behind one of the large boxes. As he did so, from one of the many windows on the second floor of the church, the sound of an XM312 began to ring off as rounds shot out into the tree line. They tore through the trunks and began to riddle the ground on the opposite side.
Before Atlas could react, he heard the horrible sound echoing in the communicator. To his right, a young Black Sun soldier fell to the ground, his shoulder having only a bit left attached, screaming and crying out loud. Soon, the sound which had filled the hillside stopped. The XM312 had ceased firing for a few seconds. Seizing the opportunity, Atlas charged out and into the field before the church, the men following behind him. They made no sounds, whether it be a scream or a even a breath. As they came onto the cargo boxes, they knew they had to keep going. The food and the supplies inside would not stop the .50 caliber rounds.
Soon the flanking units came in distance of the church and took cover behind many of the trucks which sat on both sides. Captain Sorenson, seeing his men line up, took to one of the windows, spying in. With only a second to react, a man carrying a modded M4 sat there, ready to fire. With a squeeze, the trigger was pressed and a horrible sound echoed through the trees. A bullet, one single fragment of metal, darted across the hillside and into the throat of the Bolivian insurgent. By the time he had fallen, the snipers bullet had done more than enough work to have killed him immediately. Taking full advantage of it, Sorenson began to fire madly into the room, though he screamed his loudest as he did so and found himself squinting his eyes. He failed to hit anyone or thing other than the walls.
From behind, he felt a firm embrace on his shoulder – it was Atlas grabbing and pulled him away. Only seconds after Sorenson fell back and against the wall a volley of Bolivian M4 fire responded, riddling the windowpane with holes and destroying the boxes in front of it.
“Are you god damn insane?” Atlas asked in a shockingly calm manner.
Sorenson replied, “Don’t you ever…”
“You better hope Helios is a forgiving man!” Atlas shouted.
“To hell with Helios…”
“You do know that they listen to your communicator while in battle, right, Sorenson?” Atlas paused a moment as the silence grew. “Commander Helios is hearing everything you’re saying; I’d wager Apollo is listening as well.”
