I feel the moisture from the soil that makes its way through my camouflage.
Building.
peering through the viewfinder My assault rifle, a suitably equipped G36C RED DOT that looks forward to the voracious time to spit fire automatic bursts of 20 rounds per second ... but it's not time yet ...
building, careful not to making a sound that reveals my presence. The woodland
does its job well, hiding in the scenario of land-rocks-branches-leaves. I try to sharpen my senses to detect the enemy but the constant roar of the river behind me and the slow movement of leaves due to weak wind does not make it easy.
The wait is stressful, there is a lot of tension in the air, but I remain motionless.
control for the umpteenth Once my arsenal:
- Red Dot: On cross-wires with
- Electric Fire: Automatic blast
- Top Uploader: full and spring loaded
- secondary load: full and spring loaded
- Transceiver: on and set up team-frequency, microphone jack and earphone included.
I am ready and I have enough ammo to take out an army: 2 packs of 470 each BB + 1000 additional ammo (it is best that abound in deficit).
Rest lying invisible in perfect silence.
The enemy is wily and fast, superiority numeric, silent and deadly and we are all novices. I think with little chance of victory when you feel faint ... I see a shadow on my right, followed by continuous rustling sound of dry and some broken branches. Can not be them, it's all wrong, we were ready to receive them from the front, but they are not from the right side ... had to come from there and my friends? Captured? Dead?
Rest lying invisible in perfect silence.
The enemy is wily and fast, superiority numeric, silent and deadly and we are all novices. I think with little chance of victory when you feel faint ... I see a shadow on my right, followed by continuous rustling sound of dry and some broken branches. Can not be them, it's all wrong, we were ready to receive them from the front, but they are not from the right side ... had to come from there and my friends? Captured? Dead?
... a second shadow becomes the enemy. It 'a few feet from me behind a tree. Did not see me, can not see me ... I have plenty of time to turn my range of 45 degrees to the right, slowly, quietly, here it is in my viewfinder, I'm going to make fire, warn others when hiss .. other branches broken .. other shadows .. ... all other enemies in quick succession move on my right side to no more than 'a 3 feet away from me ... unaware of my presence, well-hidden by a thick bush.
Still other enemies .. but how many? I stand for a moment and examine the possibility of not engaging . This is a good location but ... I think this is too much when they begin to move .. and come to me .. I have no choice .. it begins: I focus on eliminating 15 hours with 2 strokes, fast on 14 and then 13 hours in continuous burst, by 2 others .... A fraction of a second .......... here is hell! I do not know how many workstations 4-5 are unknown to me the fire in my direction. Do not see me but my previous shocks have revealed my presence.
Hundreds of bullets riddle the shrubs that make me a shelter, try to fall back without getting up but I have no space, the dense vegetation behind me keeps me from back. Here's my perfect strategic cave become my prison.
Cowgirl other shocks to zero in their direction but I do not see anything .... Cry: " COVERAGE. . "Hoping for a good defensive maneuver, but I feel just a friend to shoot from behind .. the others are too far away ....
Using the radio ... " Coverage 15 hours 15 hours repeat coverage!"
Here, I see an enemy in 13 hours, whirl the gun, I shoot for but it is too late, I am struck by a bullet in his left cheek, killing him instantly. June
Rest ', still, then I pull on my knee lift in the red jacket and head for the dead in the cemetery where I very much welcome more' enemies than friends. This we win.
Still other enemies .. but how many? I stand for a moment and examine the possibility of not engaging . This is a good location but ... I think this is too much when they begin to move .. and come to me .. I have no choice .. it begins: I focus on eliminating 15 hours with 2 strokes, fast on 14 and then 13 hours in continuous burst, by 2 others .... A fraction of a second .......... here is hell! I do not know how many workstations 4-5 are unknown to me the fire in my direction. Do not see me but my previous shocks have revealed my presence.
Hundreds of bullets riddle the shrubs that make me a shelter, try to fall back without getting up but I have no space, the dense vegetation behind me keeps me from back. Here's my perfect strategic cave become my prison.
Cowgirl other shocks to zero in their direction but I do not see anything .... Cry: " COVERAGE. . "Hoping for a good defensive maneuver, but I feel just a friend to shoot from behind .. the others are too far away ....
Using the radio ... " Coverage 15 hours 15 hours repeat coverage!"
Here, I see an enemy in 13 hours, whirl the gun, I shoot for but it is too late, I am struck by a bullet in his left cheek, killing him instantly. June
Rest ', still, then I pull on my knee lift in the red jacket and head for the dead in the cemetery where I very much welcome more' enemies than friends. This we win.