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<span class="mu-i">”I’ve found them. Radio intercepts from the pointy ears seems right, looks like they’re getting real mixed up. I think we should go get ‘em, Sglaza.”
“Nah, we won’t be doin’ that, Voronovich.”
“…It won’t get any better than this, Sglaza. If you roll up and we hit them now, they’ll break for sure. They’re engaged with a whole load of Moskity and there’s the armor rolling up their rear while they’re stuck in the north town. If this is about the contract, I think we can get the objective like this too.”
“It’s the contract, yeah, but it’s the principle of the deal, too. We’re not to be rolling in and blowing them away without so much as a hello. So they come to us. Besides, I don’t remember you ever complaining about getting to slack off, Vlad.”
“Voronovich might not complain, but I’m spoilin’ for something to shoot...”
“Easy for you to say, Kryuk. I’m coming on back, then. Guess I don’t care one way or the other as long as the treasure pile that’s promised comes through.”
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To the east, the brutal fight in the forest continued- armored reconnaissance under Lieutenant Orlik ripped a Fusilier platoon to pieces, their automatic cannons doing well at taking apart the enemy, who had little in the way to oppose even the m/28’s light armor. The horse dragoons, on the other hand, were having a rough time of it- nearly the whole platoon had been eviscerated when a burst of fire forced what was left to the ground- but their foolhardy ferocity must have had <span class="mu-i">some</span> effect on the enemy, even if the advantage of weight of fire belonged to the Twaryians. They had taken advantage of the suppression not to attack, but to withdraw. The elimination of their flank support and the approach of friendly armor must have influenced that decision.
In Jagterfisk Pools, a large battle erupted on the train station. Near a full company of Twaryian infantry had been encountered- but they had been caught off guard by the Battalion’s vanguard, and had suffered terribly for it as Lieutenant Wester’s elite platoon ripped the north to shreds with recon support, while the rest of them were incapacitated with Lachrymator-Lavender launched from Sikorsky’s vehicles.
It gave the Ellonauk officer pause for thought, as he drew back, the front melting into lovely hued chemicals. His group had only caught the tail end of the counteroffensive into his ancestors’ homelands, but the Netillians would never have been caught off guard like these Twaryians were. The heavy use of chemical weapons and how bad of an effect they’d had on the enemy, though, surely meant they’d have learned to don chemical protection now…
