105 – Winter Storm (5)
# Winter Storm (5)
Maniopole.
A representative coastal trading city located in the southern part of Ukraine. It wasn’t just this one time that the place was overrun by Azov.
Ten years ago.
Even in the terrible history recorded as the Quernen War, Maniopol was recaptured and lost dozens of times as a frontline city.
How many Maniopol citizens were sacrificed during the process. It was to the extent that even the third country’s investigation team, which had been dispatched for mediation, stuck out their tongues.
Major General Kinbel Rezanchev was determined to never let that happen to Maniopol again.
But the captain of the guard, who should have stopped the enemies on the front line and safely evacuated the citizens, made the same mistakes as last time.
Kinbell’s determination was trampled on like weeds on the road.
However, I didn’t know if I could keep part of that resolution. By the young ‘Captain’ who leads the meeting in front of no one else!
“There are a total of two passages through which ground troops can enter Maniopolo. West Gate and North Gate. Other than that, it’s completely muddy right now and your troops can’t maneuver properly. However, that means that not only us, but also the places where the enemy forces can maneuver are limited to those two places.”
Enoch Levandel spread his argument without hesitation. The pointer stick in his hand pointed to the northern gate of Maniopol.
“The 8th Assault Magic Infantry in the rear…… No, do you mean that the combat team infiltrates and repulses the enemy that has been driven out in that way?”
Colonel Oleksinova, the commander of the 124th Infantry Regiment, who was silently listening to the explanation, raised his hand and asked a question. The captain nodded and pointed to the western gate this time.
“The prerequisite is yes, but you must not block all the gateways.”
“Why?”
“If we block both the west and the north, the enemy will definitely think it’s a dilemma and try a desperate fight. If that happens, our losses are expected to be considerable.”
If you die and I run after you, the answer is really gone.
Especially street fighting.
Most of the members of the 8th Assault Magic Infantry Combat Team, who have received fairly advanced training, have not yet fully understood the tactical manual for urban combat, and their equipment is not very effective for urban combat.
Even though it’s a lever-action rear-loading musket, it’s not a weapon that scatters bullets a few times a second just by pulling the trigger like a modern gun.
Besides, those cornered may desperately try to break through, either north or west.
In that case, the 124th Infantry Regiment, which eventually had to block both sides, would have limitations in many ways in maintaining a strong encirclement. Even the formation of a siege may fail and one regiment may be destroyed.
“Therefore, please reinforce troops at the northern gateway and keep the siege at the western gateway loose.”
“Rather than making the siege thicker, rather loose?”
“Yes. It has to be full of loopholes, no matter who sees it.”
The heads of the officers tilted. The opponent was a force comparable to that of the regular army, even with cavalry. If the siege was loosened against an army that could not be compared to bandits, wouldn’t it rather break through?
However, they couldn’t help but slap their knees and exclaim in admiration at Enoch’s additional explanation.
“There is a city to the west that has also been occupied by Azov.”
As the pointer rode through the map, Portmork was at the end.
“The enemies, horrified by the attack from the rear, will try to join forces in Portmork. If you open the western door at this time, all forces will be concentrated there.”
When Enoch Levandel snapped his fingers, vivid flames rose in an instant. Even though it was a simple fireworks, the people gathered in the conference room felt overwhelmed by that action alone.
“At this time, the cavalry regiment dispatched to Portmork broke the enemy square.”
The war situation was clearly drawn in Kinbell’s head. A valiant Ukrnian cavalry unit crushing enemies fleeing in disorder toward Portmork.
“Here, after the 101st Direct Control Artillery Battalion, which occupied the hill, opened fire.”
Cannons lined up in a row fire all at once. The bodies of the Azov guys, who don’t even know where the attacks are coming from, are being torn apart by the shells exploding everywhere.
“If the 124th Infantry Regiment catches and eats a completely crippled enemy… ….”
It wasn’t just the Kinbell division commander. All the officers gathered there were just staring at Enoch Levandel with their mouths wide open.
“As we annihilate the Azovs who occupied Maniopole, the recapture of the city is also completed.”
“You’re crazy.”
It was pure admiration.
Originally, he was a division commander famous for being stingy with praise, but the strategy the captain in front of him was putting forward was flawless.
“To make sure the artillery is utilized, it must be done before sunset. There are about four hours left.”
“How long will it take to conceive and plan the operation? In the end, if your troops can’t move, you’ll be completely speechless…….”
“It can be put into operation right now.”
This time, Josef Lewandowski took the horse. He rose slowly and stood right next to Enoch Levandel.
“In fact, some troops are already involved in intelligence operations.”
“Is that true!?”
“Since we received the emergency dispatch order, our unit has been fully prepared for combat. If you just give us an order to start the operation, we can deploy to Maniopol Harbor right now along with the personnel who have infiltrated there.”
There was no hesitation in the eyes of the two officers belonging to the 8th Assault Magic Infantry Combat Team.
Those who are much higher than their ranks, even if they are not division commanders——the two people who are the lowest ranks in this place.
But he was an officer with more confidence than anyone else gathered here.
For some reason, Division Commander Kinbell felt like he had regained his lost confidence. If you trust only those two people, you will be able to save Maniopol from the clutches of demons.
“Let the operation begin immediately. Staffs can revise tactics based on this operation just drafted.”
“Yes, I understand.”
“Commander of the 18th Cavalry Regiment, prepare for the departure of his troops. As soon as they crawl out, sever their waists right away.”
“I will keep this in mind.”
I will never tolerate mistakes. When division commander Kinbell shouted with a determined voice, all the officers gathered at the command center responded by saluting in unison.
“Glory to the motherland!!”
“Death to them!!”
I should have given you a shot.
Now it was time to break the heads of the fearless intruders.
From noble mtl dot com
***
After neatly dealing with an asshole that fell apart due to s*xual desire, the scouting team successfully infiltrated Maniopole and was able to hide in a safe private house with the help of the residents.
Since it was formed in a winding alley, it was relatively undiscovered from enemy raids.
“Eat this.”
“Ah, thank you.”
The owner of the private house was an old couple. There were already quite a few people who had fled from the intruders, except for the scouting party.
Most of them were the elderly, children and women who were unable to evacuate quickly.
Among them was the daughter of the commander of the 32nd Division, who was deployed outside right away.
“I’m glad you’re all right.”
Arwen Rezanchev.
There was no specific order to rescue the daughter of the commander of the 32nd division, but Rick Hanson, who led the reconnaissance team, sincerely prayed to God.
It was a really tight timing. If it had been a few seconds later, or if they had just entered a different alley, Arwen would have suffered unspeakably.
The situation in Maniopole was even more serious than I thought. Humanity did not exist for outside invaders. Massacres and crimes were rampant everywhere, and the terrible pain and screams of those left behind filled the entire city.
“f*ck the dogs… ….”
Similarly, a soldier from the South shook his hands in anger. I wanted to run out right away and shoot and kill all those bastards, but…….
“Wait, Odell. It is not yet time. Don’t forget your mission.”
He waited patiently for Rick Hanson’s orders. If it was like before, he might have rushed at once, but now he was carrying out his mission as a ‘Pathfinder’ as a member of the proud 8th Assault Magic Infantry Combat Team.
“Captain, what can I do now?”
“First of all, we need to check how many troops are left in the port.”
From the time the 8th Assault Magical Infantry Battalion was founded, it was Sergeant Rick Hanson who had been put into practice and combat without missing a beat. An elite soldier with a better sense of battle than anyone else here.
He calmly laid out a tactical map on the table and began drawing out a route on it.
“What do you think about going this way?”
“No, when I looked back earlier, it was a restaurant. There’s a risk it’s full of hungry Azov pups.”
At that time, Arwen Rezanchev approached and asked. She is the one who has lived in Maniopol for quite some time. She remembered the geography of her area clearly.
“Maybe…… Can I help you?”
“Is there a place from here where I can look over the entire harbor?”
“Ah, yes…… ! If you go straight up from here, you will come to a hill. From there, you can see the entire harbor. It’s just an empty lot, so it’s a place where people are rare.”
Certainly, as she said, the map also had a blunt hill topography drawn at the end of the alley. Quite suitable terrain for reconnaissance. In addition, if there are few people, it is perfect for collecting information.
Since the Pathfinder’s role is to identify the enemy’s location and arrangement as accurately as possible and provide necessary information before the main unit is deployed, securing an area that is easy to reconnoitre was the top priority.
Besides, the last message I received was a note with ‘Operation approved’ written on it, so I had to get the information quickly and deliver it to the main unit.
“Okay. Odell and Annette then remain here to prepare for any possible engagement. How many grenades do you have?”
“Four per person.”
“Enough. If repelling is not possible, civilians can be led to Route C. If that doesn’t work, send the signal by activating ‘Smoke’, an elementary red magic.”
“Yes!”
“The main unit is coming soon. Let’s hold out a little longer.”
One day, during training, Unit Captain Enoch Levandell said something.
It’s normal for the airborne troops to be surrounded. But that’s why it’s a powerful card that can overturn the board itself.
Rick Hanson was not afraid.
Because defeat did not exist for the 8th Assault Magic Infantry Combat Team.
“Then let’s go. To find a way.”
Rick said, pushing the bullet into the chamber.
