Post by President Straëker on Oct 28, 2009 14:52:17 GMT -5
With all the U.S. Marines finally at home, every Marine goes back to their base. Orders are sent out to the Generals of every Division to mobilize.
50, 000 Infantry Marines begin to pour into Mexico, their armored convoys and near 1000 M26 Pershing tanks patrol the desert land. Soon the Mexicans are evicted from their homes, and sent to reserves near the Pacific Coast.
One thousand Acres of land are fenced, guards are stationed, cameras are set up, Gun Towers are built at the entrances. Within this wide expanse of land near 8 million roomy tents are set up, all Mexicans from the upper half of Mexico are sent there. The Holding area is nicknamed: Mexicute.
Thereafter, Military bases are set up along the coast, Battleships from the Western and Eastern side of the USA are sent down on either side. Their guns aimed a major coastal cities.
3 X-1 Bells are sent down to recon areas of land, the crimson plane zips past taking hundreds of photos a second of the ground.
A Platoon of 81 soldiers and 6 M26 Pershing tanks makes their way down a road in a rural area of central Mexico, the long line of double-row'd men with a tank in between down the line at random intervals. The whole sight looks pretty initimidating. The sandstorm uniformed Marines with their tinted glasses, sand-colored helmets and Sub-Machine guns hanging from their shoulders.
Suddenly, an Ambush from the surrounding hills sends dozens of grenades into the convoy of Marines. Within fice seconds so many explosions occur in that little valley that it makes most of the men near deaf, and kills 8 Marines. All six tanks survived.
From both sides gunfire breaks out from about twenty feet up on a hill, Mexican Nationalists hide in bushes and behind rocks. These rebels, a ragedy group of un-oiled, used guns. Second hand. Their clothes were dirty rags thrown on to offer atleast some protection. They thought out the plan so well that they thought they knew they would succeed. They underestimated the might of trained American Marines.
The Marines fought back hard, tanks driving up and down, here and there with their rotators spinning and shells firing creating large indents in the hill. Huge mounds of sand and twig and fire blew up with each contact, and the occasional burst of blood and limbs. The Marines themselves took cover behind the tanks, firing at each side with precision aim, MGs on the tanks didn't stop firing as they pelted the hill with bullets, little uplifts of sand flew up every time a bullet made contact.
One Private Dawson, fired at the hill with his sub-machine gun and killed a Mexican, then looked to his left to see his friend shit in the head, the blood flew from the back of his head as his helmet his the ground, followed by his body. Dawson dove to his friend and looked up to see who had shot him. A trained Mexican Militant, in full uniform holding a rifle and cocking it back once more and aiming at him, Dawson quickly went back into cover. Every Mexican on his side of the tank have been killed, so the Marines behind the tanks were safe. The tank Dawson was behind fired off a round and Dawson saw to his pleasure, that the Militant was blown to bits as the tank shell created a huge crater of sand, blood and fire and also killing 2 other Mexicans in the blast.
Eventually the firefight died out, and three Mexicans were captured. Thought three escaped. The CO of the Platoon, Captain Mitchell, pulled out his postil and shot one of the captured Mexicans in the head, who fell to the ground in a pool of his own blood. The other two became scared, and one began to whimper. "Turn them around," the captain said. Two Privates brusquely turned them around so their heads were away from the pistol. Immediately after the Captain shot them in the back with two rapid bullets. He holstered his gun, issued orders to gather American dead and put the Mexicans in a row beside the road: A warning to those who would oppose the American Might.\
In total: 11 Americans died in the attack, 92 Mexicans were killed, 3 escaped.
The convoy continues its patrol.
[To be continued.]
50, 000 Infantry Marines begin to pour into Mexico, their armored convoys and near 1000 M26 Pershing tanks patrol the desert land. Soon the Mexicans are evicted from their homes, and sent to reserves near the Pacific Coast.
One thousand Acres of land are fenced, guards are stationed, cameras are set up, Gun Towers are built at the entrances. Within this wide expanse of land near 8 million roomy tents are set up, all Mexicans from the upper half of Mexico are sent there. The Holding area is nicknamed: Mexicute.
Thereafter, Military bases are set up along the coast, Battleships from the Western and Eastern side of the USA are sent down on either side. Their guns aimed a major coastal cities.
3 X-1 Bells are sent down to recon areas of land, the crimson plane zips past taking hundreds of photos a second of the ground.
A Platoon of 81 soldiers and 6 M26 Pershing tanks makes their way down a road in a rural area of central Mexico, the long line of double-row'd men with a tank in between down the line at random intervals. The whole sight looks pretty initimidating. The sandstorm uniformed Marines with their tinted glasses, sand-colored helmets and Sub-Machine guns hanging from their shoulders.
Suddenly, an Ambush from the surrounding hills sends dozens of grenades into the convoy of Marines. Within fice seconds so many explosions occur in that little valley that it makes most of the men near deaf, and kills 8 Marines. All six tanks survived.
From both sides gunfire breaks out from about twenty feet up on a hill, Mexican Nationalists hide in bushes and behind rocks. These rebels, a ragedy group of un-oiled, used guns. Second hand. Their clothes were dirty rags thrown on to offer atleast some protection. They thought out the plan so well that they thought they knew they would succeed. They underestimated the might of trained American Marines.
The Marines fought back hard, tanks driving up and down, here and there with their rotators spinning and shells firing creating large indents in the hill. Huge mounds of sand and twig and fire blew up with each contact, and the occasional burst of blood and limbs. The Marines themselves took cover behind the tanks, firing at each side with precision aim, MGs on the tanks didn't stop firing as they pelted the hill with bullets, little uplifts of sand flew up every time a bullet made contact.
One Private Dawson, fired at the hill with his sub-machine gun and killed a Mexican, then looked to his left to see his friend shit in the head, the blood flew from the back of his head as his helmet his the ground, followed by his body. Dawson dove to his friend and looked up to see who had shot him. A trained Mexican Militant, in full uniform holding a rifle and cocking it back once more and aiming at him, Dawson quickly went back into cover. Every Mexican on his side of the tank have been killed, so the Marines behind the tanks were safe. The tank Dawson was behind fired off a round and Dawson saw to his pleasure, that the Militant was blown to bits as the tank shell created a huge crater of sand, blood and fire and also killing 2 other Mexicans in the blast.
Eventually the firefight died out, and three Mexicans were captured. Thought three escaped. The CO of the Platoon, Captain Mitchell, pulled out his postil and shot one of the captured Mexicans in the head, who fell to the ground in a pool of his own blood. The other two became scared, and one began to whimper. "Turn them around," the captain said. Two Privates brusquely turned them around so their heads were away from the pistol. Immediately after the Captain shot them in the back with two rapid bullets. He holstered his gun, issued orders to gather American dead and put the Mexicans in a row beside the road: A warning to those who would oppose the American Might.\
In total: 11 Americans died in the attack, 92 Mexicans were killed, 3 escaped.
The convoy continues its patrol.
[To be continued.]
