Day #918: who let the duck out?
Day 918, 12:14
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Published in Serbia 
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by Ilija Bozic
I’m trying to remove the trigger safety, but it’s jammed. I curse, muttering, and give it another jerk, but it won’t let loose. I decide to crawl over to Trekkie, who seems to have done better with his M-90. He removes my safety, apparently a more gentle pull to the right works best. I whisper ‘thanks’ and crawl back to my position.
The Spanish armoured division was clearly visible, speeding towards our position along the road. We had set up our ambush where they would least suspect it, with not much more cover than a few small bushes and trees and the occasional tuft of grass. But as they couldn’t see, our camouflage training hadn’t been in vain. I snickered. They won’t know what hit them. I grinned again. What a corny line.
We were maintaining complete radio silence. As our latest communication equipment had been destroyed in a raid on a warehouse last week, we had to rely on an old method; we had synchronized our watches and would attack exactly 20 seconds after Lunatic’s impression of a Chinese goosander. The first time he showed it to us, some people literally fell on the floor, laughing. But now hell was about to break loose, Lunatic’s impression of a duck was of vital importance.
‘Quack.'
23.29.29.
Twenty seconds left.
Nineteen. Eighteen..Eleven..Six..Three..One..
I quickly crawled to my knees and aimed. My assignment was the second Leopard IIe that would most likely drive up front. And it was. As the hornet it was named after the missile sprung to live and took off, only to explode seconds later as it had pierced through the Leopard’s composite armor. As if it were some over-the-top action movie the turret was separated from the tank and launched into the air.
I dropped the M-90, only meant for a single use, and ran for cover. Other missiles were launched, completely obliterating the first few vehicles in the convoy. A huge column of black smoke started to rise, completely denying vision from my angle, a wall of fire rising from a troop transport. Soon the area would reek of the eerie smell of burning corpses. I could hear bullets soar past us as our snipers were providing cover for our retreat and kept running. I heard an engine start and jumped inside a truck that had been hidden perfectly and immediatly sped off.
They wouldn't be able to advance any further into Liaoning.
Mission accomplished.
quack..quackquackquack!
The Spanish armoured division was clearly visible, speeding towards our position along the road. We had set up our ambush where they would least suspect it, with not much more cover than a few small bushes and trees and the occasional tuft of grass. But as they couldn’t see, our camouflage training hadn’t been in vain. I snickered. They won’t know what hit them. I grinned again. What a corny line.
We were maintaining complete radio silence. As our latest communication equipment had been destroyed in a raid on a warehouse last week, we had to rely on an old method; we had synchronized our watches and would attack exactly 20 seconds after Lunatic’s impression of a Chinese goosander. The first time he showed it to us, some people literally fell on the floor, laughing. But now hell was about to break loose, Lunatic’s impression of a duck was of vital importance.
‘Quack.'
23.29.29.
Twenty seconds left.
Nineteen. Eighteen..Eleven..Six..Three..One..
I quickly crawled to my knees and aimed. My assignment was the second Leopard IIe that would most likely drive up front. And it was. As the hornet it was named after the missile sprung to live and took off, only to explode seconds later as it had pierced through the Leopard’s composite armor. As if it were some over-the-top action movie the turret was separated from the tank and launched into the air.
I dropped the M-90, only meant for a single use, and ran for cover. Other missiles were launched, completely obliterating the first few vehicles in the convoy. A huge column of black smoke started to rise, completely denying vision from my angle, a wall of fire rising from a troop transport. Soon the area would reek of the eerie smell of burning corpses. I could hear bullets soar past us as our snipers were providing cover for our retreat and kept running. I heard an engine start and jumped inside a truck that had been hidden perfectly and immediatly sped off.
They wouldn't be able to advance any further into Liaoning.
Mission accomplished.
quack..quackquackquack!
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😃DDD
Mission accomplished 🙂
we had synchronized our watches and would attack exactly 20 seconds after Lunatic’s impression of a Chinese goosander
I loled
Leopard IIe je nemacki tenak a oni nam saveznici pa ti vidi na kog si pucao
IZDAJA ljudi IZDAJA 😃
"If it floats and doesn't say "quack" sink it"
http://www.erepublik.com/en/article/lianoning-day-917-erep-a-1386507/1/20">http://www.erepublik.com/en/article/lian[..]/1/20
Lunatic’s impression of a duck was of vital importance.
😁)))
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Lunatic’s impression of a duck was of vital importance.
😁)))
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Hehehehe
Quack!