Gateway from Newberslawnia

Beyond the Wire

Adastra, Newberslawnian-controlled territory, 24/4/977
When the sun was rising, the outpost of the Newberslawnian Ground Forces now have a lot of body bags in the vicinity. They were gathered from a field to the North where a brief fighting took place before it was over, numbers too large to count.

It is believed that about 9,000 perished in the process, but no one really knows for sure until someone finally did the math. For now though, the Newberslawnian has a lot on their plate.

"Annnnnnnd right... there! Oof!" grunted a Newberslawnian personnel as he then pants after he lets go of a bag "That should be the last of them"

"That's 10... 20, 21 right?"

"Yep! Ow... Fuck, I might need to rest my back a little bit..." as he would squat down before making contact to the ground with his bottom.

"Quite a hard work isn't it?"

"Yeah..." as the guy would turn his head to the right where his eyes immediately meets strange figures donning a distinctly olive of non-digital pattern passing by. They're clearly aren't Newberslawnians but rather...

"Hey aren't they Builtish?" as he turns back to the other soldier while pointing at them at the same time. The guy turns around.

"Yep, they are"

"What are they doing here?"

"Well... I've heard from some of our boys saying that we were going to allow some foreign troops to be on this side of the gateway with some regulations, starting with the Builtish"

"Ah, then in that case, I really hope they bring their own equipment because we Newberslawnians don't got any 5.56 here"

That did make the second man chuckle a little bit.

"Hopefully..."

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"BMP to Tigr to BMP to Tigr..." mumbled Pyotr as he took steps by steps "Ground Forces really screwing with me eh?" before letting out a sigh, an annoyed one at best as Command placed him behind the wheels of an IMV... again.

Pyotr is not having whatever the hell the Army is doing, in this case constantly rotating him from a 4-wheel drive armored car to the IFV that literally has the name 'Infantry Fighting Vehicle 2' for the fourth time. Nonetheless, he had to put up with it and just follow the orders.

And as he let out some frustration subtly, he would reach the tent where his squad is staying in. Pushing the entrance to the sides, he would find everyone except for Stanislav and Timur alongside Zinon.

"Hey boys, we're going beyond the wire for a while so pack your stuff, we'll leave soon"

"What's the occassion?" said Ivan, one of the 2 riflemen.

"Hearts and mind, or at least that's what the commander said. I recommend getting as much ammo as you can for this one"

"What about the Starshina and Timur?" said Danya, the senior riflemen of the squad.

"SL has to do some staffing so he can't come, Timur's busy with the BMP for the time being. Oh and speaking of which, Danya you do the leading in his place yeah?"

"I'll try"

"Good, and Zinon, you're coming with us, we will need a lot of translating"

Zinon replied back with just a nod in acknowledgement.

"Alright, if no one has any question, get geared up and get going" and then Pyotr quickly takes his leave and make his way back.

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