Echo Six: Black Ops 4 - Chechen Massacre by Eric Meyer

crawling rapidly toward the train under intense hostile fire. He loosed off a full clip of ammunition at the North Koreans, trying to keep their heads down, but it made little difference.
    "Major, we have to join up with Guy's squad. If you stay here, the only thing you’ll be in charge of is a heap of bodies."
    Without waiting for a reply, Talley began snaking across the snow-covered ground, following every fold and wrinkle to shelter from the enemy fire. He reached the train and slid underneath the wheels, then turned to see the North Koreans still firing enthusiastically; churning up the position he'd just left, saturating it with an intense blanket of machine gun and rocket fire. An RPG impacted only a few meters from Barrington and exploded. For a moment, Talley thought the MP was hit, caught inside the blast radius, but his head popped up at last. He'd been sheltering in a shallow depression in the frozen ground. As he watched, Barrington began crawling toward him. A few seconds later, he reached the train and snuck behind the shelter of the iron wheels.
    "Let's go," Talley shouted to him over the racket of the NK barrage.
    They wormed out the other side and emerged where Rovere and his squad were waiting. Without a word, Talley led them racing toward the back of the train. They were hidden from the enemy fire, although they could hear the North Koreans pounding the position they’d just left. He keyed his mic.
    "Echo Two, this is One. We're heading toward your position, advancing behind the train. We should come up right behind your attackers.”
    "Copy that. I'll order the men to pour it on to cover your approach. Let me know when you're about to go in."
    "Roger that."
    He glanced around. Rovere was right behind him, next to Captain Falco. Barrington was struggling along in the rear, floundering in the thick snow. He looked exhausted. The shock of the enemy ambush had hit him like a hammer blow. Reynolds plowed along with Virgil Kane in front of him, and the rest of the men were strung out in a line. They drove on, moving from snowdrift to snowdrift, and as they came up on the firefight, ducked under the wagons. The ground immediately in front of them was dark and empty. He keyed his mic.
    "Listen up, people. We're going to crawl across the open ground until we’re in a position to come up behind the NKs attacking Guy’s position. Keep very low. We're almost on top of them."
    He didn't need to add, 'If they see us, we're dead'. They knew.
    He slid across the snow. If the attackers cared to send a patrol down the length of the train, they'd spot them for sure, but there was no enemy patrol. He made it and ducked behind the low bank sheltering the men attacking the train. The bank was a zigzag shape, following the natural contours of the ground, and they were able to keep out of sight of the main force at the other end of the train. The rest of his squad joined him, and he gave orders to move out. When they were only fifty meters from the NKs, he called a halt, and they ducked behind the shelter of an old maintenance hut.
    "I estimate two thirds of the hostiles attacked us at the front, and the other third at the rear. My guess is about seventy men, possibly with some of the Chechens. If we hit them from behind, we could wipe out a big chunk of their force."
    Barrington objected: "We're still heavily outnumbered. It would be far better, Commander, if we hit them with heavy fire, enough to scare them away. That way, we can make our escape. We've obviously come up against a much stronger force. All we can do is get out of here and advise Admiral Brooks to send in more men."
    "That’s not going to happen, Major. If we pull out, those nukes will reach Pyongyang, and it'll be impossible to do anything about them," Talley grimaced.
    The MP gaped at him: "You still think you can succeed here? That's crazy! There's no way we can beat those North Koreans, especially now we've lost the element of surprise. We don't even know