Insurrectionrp

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The mopping up had continued for months. The CLF were defeated in Yost, but hadn’t given up, had no way out of the city, sacrificed for the good of the nation, so they had fought. Every day, the army, or the border guards, or police would get one or two more, and lose one or two every week. It was the kind of mission where you stood a higher chance of being killed as the monotony built up. You got complacent, then killed.

Today it had rained, the platoon had been in bivouac beside the school, and they could hear the pattering of the rain on their small tents as they awoke. They would be tasked by sections, their captain would send three on patrol and keep one back. They would rotate all day, although being back really only meant that you got to eat quickly and guard the base. They would continue like this for a fortnight before getting one week in the rear echelon, doing perimiter security for the whole area, much less dangerous work as the rebels were smart enough to realize they couldn’t escape.

This patrol was a mixed one, with a few CNP officers along to arrest anyone who wasn’t shooting. They met up with a troop of border guards, who the Senior Sergeant insisted on taking with them. “But Senior, they’re just slacking off anyhow, let’s just leave them.” No dice.

They were making their way down the Pugachev Prospekt, when a shot rang out. They dove for cover, scrambling off to the sides of the streets. This one was hiding, different from some of the others who were just interested in being killed in battle. They would have to search eight apartment buildings before the street was even remotely safe. The other sections would be called in, they would do a room by room search, with the casualty rate for urban warfare being 25%. The result was two shell casings, 7.62 x 39 and an empty ration pouch, #11 Jamaican Porkchops.

The country was getting back on it’s feet, but only very slowly.

2

The situation had slowly been returning to normal for the last month, with only a few insurgents left in the city. The accommodations situation had gotten better, with the troops of the company living in the school, instead of in tents next to it. It had taken forever to clear the damned thing of just the broken glass, but since the CLF had booby-trapped the thing twice over, it took even longer. The word “trap” wasn’t applicable, because the common method was to wedge a grenade somewhere without the pin in it. If you opened the wrong door, or window, or moved the wrong thing, you died. The engineers were lucky to lose no one in clearing the building, although they did have some bad injuries, guys who had been flown out of the area and never came back.

The common presence patrol was still the same though, you walked along to show your adversary you controlled the area, they shot at you to prove you didn’t and you shot back to prove that in the end, you did. This time the same thing happened, only easier. A civilian(one of few who had stayed) wandered up bloodied and with torn clothes to say he’d been kidnapped by two gunmen. The section moved carefully, it was just them, so they knew they could count on each other. Suddenly, from one of the food stores, the shots rang out. Discipline broke quickly, as some of the troops ran for the store, while their partners waited for orders. Eventually, the situation was resolved, the two attackers were dead and one of those who’d run into the store was wounded, but just in the calf, he’d be back soon enough.

As they walked back, they passed the entrance to the city, among all the barbed wire that surrounded it, at the gate, an unusually high level of security searched four buses and their occupants. “What gives?”
It turned out that the occupants of the city were being allowed to come back, in the hope that it would smother the guerillas into hiding, which on the whole, it did. Most of them would sneak out over the next few months and go back to their lives and the cause of the CAO’s autonomy would disintegrate.