Baryzack Diplomacy

“The machine guns clattered for a moment and six of the soldiers became dead riddled bundles and three half-dead riddled bundles, and three of the soldiers escaped into the hills

Some of the bullets managed to hit some of the barrels which caused a chain reaction of explosions. Soldiers everywhere were returning fire while other gasping for help. Fletcher scanned around the room for Marcel. He saw him lying behind a brick wall as cover. He seemed to be severely injured as his hand, tainted with blood, covered of what seemed to be several bullet holes. Fletcher couldn’t believe what was happening. There were soldiers lying lifeless here and there. It was complete chaos. Fletcher knew he had been fooled. He knew that secretly there was no prize. He knew that he had to

They are all sleeping in bed. A bright light hit Miriam´s face from the bedroom window, it woke her, and her husband Omar. A huge alarm is set off; outside their house, it is the bombing alarm. He jumps up from the bed, grabs her arm and screams that they have to run down to the basement. Their son, Ali stood outside the parents’ bedroom door, tired and yawning, Omar lifted his son, while holding his wife’s hand, and ran down the stairs. Another explosion hit outside their house. They see the bright light, and hear the screams from the people running

Rat-tat-tat-tat, as some of the tank commanders fired the 12.7mm Browning M2 machine guns, and the loaders fired 7.62mm M240 machine guns toward their targets, a spec ops soldier had been assigned to each tank to operated the 7.62mm M240 coaxial

I look over at Caleb and see that he is unconscious, with blood rolling down his forehead from a shard of glass that hit him when the back windows exploded. Suddenly I hear a loud scream. Sirens, making a noise so blood curdling, like a symphony of women screaming at the top of their lungs. It reminds me of that day when I was eight, except this time it’s my brother who I am hoping is okay, not Tina, who I knew wasn’t going to make it.

An hour later four trucks and one truck with an M-60 mounted in the bed drove into town. Raising his hand, Jackson signaled his men to hold fire until they had the vehicles between them as he pulled his left arm out of the sling before wrapping it around the rifle sling and taking careful aim. Firing his first shot, Jackson took out the right front tire of the truck with the M-60 with his second round taking out the back right tire, effectively stopping the truck in the middle of the road. After those shots, his men followed suit, flattening the tires on the rest of the trucks with their well-placed rounds. Under fire with immobile vehicles, the militiamen quickly dove out of their vehicles and tried to return fire at their unseen enemy on the rooftops.

With his inevitable death looming just minutes, probably even seconds away, he figured he may as well make the most of the time he had left. If he was going to die, he was at least going to take some of these freaks down with him. He thrust his hands into the vat of goop between his legs, and the targeting arrays came to life. The guns had barely finished their

“GET DOWN, GET DOWN!!!” as soldiers come over the hill, gunfire blazed through the night sky hitting and wounding most of the

“I discovered that there is an emotion much stronger than fear, and that is shame.” He said he started to feel so ashamed of himself, he knew that he had been trained as a gunner, but yet he was hiding instead of helping his shipmates. He finally built up enough courage to go help out, he said the Lord helped him. He left his hiding place and went into the armory where the machine guns were stored, by that time there were others that had gathered. They rounded up machine guns and mounted them on American planes that were parked on the ground. The last gun that he put in was the gun that he stayed on the rest of the attack.

“God damn it! Get some fire on their position, Robinson!” Blackburn was screaming at me from the driver seat while grabbing his M4. I was in Shell Shock. Once I understood what was happening, I positioned the 50 Cal. sights on the ridge. I opened fire. Forcing the enemy into cover giving time for the other Marines to recuperate and get ready to do what Marine’s do best.

Throughout the fighting Nick hides away near the cold foods section inside of a freezer hoping that the fighting will soon end. Nick gets frightened as a shadow walks by the freezer but luckily whomever it was didn’t quite seem him but for Nick this was no excuse to let his guard down even for a second, he had to stay vigilant. About 10 minutes pass before the gunshots stop and Nick takes a look outside of the freezer only to find what he feared the most. His group’s corpses were being feasted upon by the undead!. In a fit of unbridled rage Nick takes to arms and begins to fire upon the crowd of the undead and because of the loud firing of his machine gun hammering the bullets out of its muzzle he inadvertently draws in more of them. He fires until the magazine empties and he has lost every whim to fight and when he least expected it a corpse right

Then the marine jumped to attention and said Yes sir, Red grabs the rifle and heads up to the roof as he scopes out the area he spots a drop ship dropping 2 elites and 20 grunts, Red immediately shot and killed 10 grunts then he aimed for the yellow elites head and shot it in the head and killed it.

As the shot rang in his ears the soldier’s body slumped forward, face smearing blood onto the soldier next to him, leaving him with an expression of sheer terror as over one-hundred-fifty wehrmacht soldiers charge from the trees toward the forward trenches and foxholes screaming ”Für das Vaterland!” . (for the

Corporal Mike Brady crouched deeper into the trench. The hail of gunfire had trailed off to an occasional burst of automatic machine gun fire. The ground beneath him felt jagged, no doubt a mortar shell had landed where he was recently and turned the earth over every which way. He was thankful for that at least. The freshly dug dirt was warm to the touch, even if it did reek of powder and oil.

"Target practice" Trey told her pointing at the dead people. "You might need your rifle though". The embarrassed woman ran to the truck for her rifle. The ex-soldier talked her through the manual of arms which had fled her brain. The moving targets were danger close before a round connected with a goon's head. A black mist filled into the air behind it, the former airport manager teetered back and forth before falling.