Gate: War Of Two Worlds

The sound of cannon and rifle fire can be loud outside. The autocannon from the M2 Bradly they are riding in would be lighting up. The Bradly will suddenly stop, and the back door will open, forming a ramp for the troops to get out.

"Alright Rangers, payback! Engage at will and cover your sectors." Major Sharpe says over his team radio. It is quite over the team radio network as everyone is excited and nervous at the same time. Most of his team have never seen combat until today. A billion of things going on through everyone head, at least until that first bullet is fired.

Everyone will rush out of their vehicles and head to the front line. It will be dark outside, fireballs will be flying through the air and landing close to our force. What seems like Romans soldiers from the history textbook would be standing there in lines, charging their position.

"Targets in range, engage the one's closet, don't let them get close." Sharpe order. He sees Sergeant Alicia and Jerry on his left open fire on the incoming legions. When Sergeant Marvin Scott gets out of the Bradle, he begins providing support fire with his M240 machine gun.

Sharpe notices how tight the enemy infantry is. It reminded him of the Earth's ancient world on how the Romans, Greeks and other formations were.

Noticing this he orders his riflemen to aim at the flanks of the enemy formation. He then directs his gunner Scott to aim for the center. The troops in the enemy formation would compact seeing the soldier falling next to them. That just made it easier for Scott to spray the enemy down.

With the combination of his team, the machine guns on the tanks and the hundreds of other U.S. Soldiers in the area. The first enemy defense line was crushed with ease. These large beasts that look like trolls from the fantasy books would be charging up to their established line. Seeing the threat, they were focus fired by the tanks. The trolls and other tall monsters would be destroyed within seconds.

Over the team radio, he hears Colonel Robert speak up. Colonel Robert is the highest-ranking officer leading the first wave of America counterattack. A 1st Cavalry commander known to be hard-hitting and aggressive in combat. "All troops, the first wave secured, establish a permitted for the Stryker. Watch out for the enemy artillery, it looks like fireballs. Rangers secure the left flank. Bravo Company establishes a defensive line upfront until the second wave arrives."

Sharpe raises his rifle and fires his M4, taking out a soldier that was running up towards them.

He will hear his second in command speak up, Second Lieutenant Charles Johnson. "Be advised, their armor is useless. Aim for their hardpoints."

"Roger that, move left and form a line," Sharpe orders his team.

He then starts to move along with his rangers. All around he sees other soldiers of the assault force fighting, covering their tanks and other armored vehicles. A bright fireball would land on top of an M1 Abrams tank, being caught in a gulf of flames. The tank suffering no damage from the strike and would fire its cannon at a line of enemy soldiers.

His Rangers, other Rangers and other Army soldiers forming up on the left flank. Through the night vision goggles, it looks like a two thousand enemy soldiers marching up the hill towards them.

He will see his Second Lieutenant Charles Johnson ahead of him, giving orders for everyone into a firing line. Everyone will open fire into the oncoming crowd. It will seem like an endless wave of soldiers as they drop down dead.

Sergeant Major Randy Dodson rush up to Major Sharpe's side and tap on his soldier. "Sir, tree line, looks like cavalry." He will then point over to their left, at this think tree line.

Sharpe will pull out his binoculars and switch to night vision. "Where... o there. Holy shit."

"Yeah, it looks like a battalion-size, maybe more," Dodson says, looking through his binoculars.

Sharpe will look around and think. It looks like the enemy is trying to flank our attack from the rear. We have far superior firepower, but they have the numbers. If their cavalry reaches our lines, the infantry is tossed.

Sharpe will speak through his team radio, contacting his unit radio operator Sergeant Alicia Moore. "Alicia, get over here."

Within seconds, Alicia will rush over to both of them. "Sir?" She will say in a slight southern accent.

"Tell the Colonel, I need the second wave over here now. Cavalry inbound." Sharpe says.

She will nod and contact the Colonel through the network.

"Assault Lead, this is Vanguard-7 to Task Force Charlie Command, we have enemy Cavalry on our flanks, battalion size. Requesting support or were overrun." Sergeant Alicia will report.

There is a short delay in the network. "Vanguard-7 this is Assault Lead. Two Stryker platoons from the second wave that is inbound to your position. Do not let the enemy in the perimeter. Task Force Charlie Command out."

"Sir, Stryker's inbound. Colonel says to hold the line." Alicia says to Sharpe.

He will look around and point to the firing line. "Rangers, hold the line."

Everyone will maintain the consent fire support, raining lead on the incoming cavalry. However, there are just moving so fast and there are so many. They would be a quarter-mile away until a few blasts would hit the leading forces.

"Vanguard-7, this is Vanguard 2. We have your nine clocks. Engaging incoming forces." There will a short delay from Major Davis Vanguard team. "Sergeant, form that line there." They can hear over the net.

Heavy fire support from the Stryker's would rain down on the incoming cavalry. 50. Caliber, Mk 47 Striker grenade launcher, and 30mm chain guns would rain down on the enemy. More infantry would disembark from their Stryker's and join the Rangers in the defense line.

As the left flank is reinforced, hundreds of American soldiers letting lose with everything they have down at the incoming cavalry. All anyone can see is this massive horde of horses charging. All the American firepower though is ripping through the first and second lines of the enemy formation. Just annihilation them.

It would only be a few minutes however; it will seem the enemy cavalry in the back would start to back away. Probably scared to death after watching their comrades get mowed down in minutes.

It looks like the left flank has been secured. He will hear over the radio on what's going on the other fronts.

"Third Assault wave is arriving now. Have the guard 3rd armored platoon. Abrams take our rights and take out their artillery. Hillside."

Suddenly they will see three tanks aim for the hillside a mile away. There will be fires on the hill, looking like a forward base camp. Massive explosions would appear as the enemy artillery piece be destroyed.

"This is Assault Lead to all commands, move out and engage. Secure the Gate."

Sharpe walks up the defense line, points to everyone and ordering them all the move forward. "Stay behind the vehicles and engage at will. Move up and secure that tree line."

A mixture unit of Stryker's, Abrams, Bradly's and other vehicles will move up, steamrolling any line. The infantry and Rangers would mop of anyone else who tries to fight back.

At that moment Sharpe turns around and looks out. All he can see is the flashes from our force's weapons. Fires everywhere from here to the nearby hills, where he assumes the enemy artillery has been. The screams of the enemy, either wounded or fleeing.

... Few hours later...

The First Battle of Alnus Hill would be over, the remaining defends have retreated. The first phase of the campaign is a massive success. And now ten thousand soldiers are securing the Gate and more coming.