"All Foxtrot units," you order, "advance on target one-seven!"
You rise to a crouch, then run doubled over through the rows of tall crops. All around you, the tips of the crops are picked off by increasing fire from the rebel stronghold. The rustle of plants on either side indicates that your troopers are with you, but none of them are firing. Like you, they know that the best way to stay alive right now is to get through this open field and find cover.
You burst clear of the crops, raising your weapon to fire a burst of explosive rounds wildly toward the main building. Bullets ping off your armor, but you reach cover behind a metal shed. You dart around the corner and empty your magazine into the building, astonished at the destructive power of your explosive bullets and the hundreds more raining down from your troopers.
Empty magazine. You slip back behind cover, replace the magazine, and spin out again to fire. As you watch, one of the building supports shatters under the assault, and half of the entire second floor collapses down. You charge forward, reaching the waist-high wall of sandbags the rebels had set up for cover. You shoot one rebel, then slash your bayonet at another.
Breathing heavily, you raise your rifle and assess the situation. A thick cloud of dust from the collapsing floor has obscured most of the building, but even so, you can see several forms slowly emerging from the wreckage. Rebel fighters stagger into view, hands empty and raised.
"All Foxtrot units," you signal, "rebel forces are surrendering."
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