An Mi-24V Hind is flying through thick snow, inside was a team of Spetsnaz troops about to get deployed.
"They say this place should be perfect for our Northern Fleet to stage an invasion, comrades of the Guild of Red Star, it's our time to be thrown into the hungry war machine!" The burly man's Russian was thick and strong.
"URA! Let's get this over with and go home! I want to eat some McDonalds!"
"Da! How far are we from landing?"
The fuselage of the Hind was rattling violently as it flew through the thick snowstorm, its two player Pilots in absolute concentration in controlling the aircraft with immense precision.
"Vulture to Wolf, we're less than One Kilometer from the landing zone. Prepare for insertion."
"Da Vulture, Wolf is ready for deployment."
The Gunship slowly descends, the icy ground becoming visible from the cockpit and passenger windows. The Pilot then sees flashing lights inside the snowstorm, indicating a landing pad. With precision movements, he's able to swiftly and softly land the armored helicopter, the doors flip open and Wolf exits it and their squad leader greets the truck driver who's gonna transport them to the Forward Operating Base,
' "доброе утро. The truck is ready for you guys, follow me." The young looking skinny man takes them to his truck, a Ural 4320. Below the back chassis, a blowtorch is turned at full power, pointed at the rear axles.
"Comrade, how cold is it here?"
"Negative Forty, Sixty at night."
"Ну и блядь. That's extremely cold."
"Just like how it is in the Urals ehy?"
"Hahahaha, back at home."
They board the Ural and the trucker removes the blowtorch below the chassis.
"Vulture to Wolf, we'll be taking off priyom."
The helicopter takes off behind them, billowing snow and shards of ice as it vanishes into the snowstorm. The truck slowly rolls and as it gains traction, the man driving accelerates and gains high speed on the empty flat ice. The 8-man Spetsnaz squad callsign Wolf stays silent on the entire way to the FoB. Cleaning and checking their weapons. All of them were tall and burly men in Winter Gorka's with 6B45 combat vests over it and 6B47 Combat Helmets with 1PN141 NVGs mounted on top. Armed with AK-103s, MP-443s, RPG-26s and PKPs. The Squad and Team Leader has AK-104s with a GP-25 40mm Grenade Launcher underslung, all armed and equipped to the teeth with not a single patch of skin showing.
The truck tumbles as it makes landfall, making contact with the shoreline and going through an abandoned medieval fishing town. It passes through a frozen forest before entering an icy wasteland. A vast empty field of nothing but snow and dead beasts. The Ural follows the dirt path made for carriages, going above 40 Km/h as Hellspawns appear from the snowstorm. Able to keep up with the vehicle's pace. One of Wolf's team members who was seated near the tailgate points his gun at the Seven Legged Hellspawn on the right of the vehicle, seeing its mangled body that seems to be a mismatch of animal and human parts.
"Боже, помилуй..." he muttered. His view was suddenly blocked as the truck turned a tight left, this time the path turned to a trail of wheels which varied from large, small and tracked. Meanwhile, the Mi-24V Hind lands on a Moskva Class Helicopter Carrier named "Красная Звезда". The icy ocean was extremely violent, making the ship rock like a roller coaster on the frigid cold winter.
"COMRADE COMMANDER, COMRADE ADMIRAL!" The player swiftly salutes to the two commanding officers.
"Da?"
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Army of the Damned
General Fiction"The objective here is to return home. By any means necessary." An Isekai about Politics, Strategy and War. Players of Dark World, a Full Dive VR game suddenly got teleported into the world of Threa. Our cast of people, found and recuited by a luckl...
