RM Vol 4: War – Chapter 38: Case Yellow (Day 13 – Sunbursts)

    "He''s coming to..." An Erusean physician comments while pulling a chair next to a makeshift bed. "Go take care of the others, I will handle this one."

    After dismissing the nurse, the physician proceeds to fetch the usual medical tools for a check-up of his newest patient. The man is about to bring out his stethoscope when the patient starts coughing before opening his eyes.

    "Easy there, Corporal." The Erusean physician says while putting out an open palm to signal the patient to keep lying down. "You got a nasty cut on the head alongside numerous lacerations and bruises. Miraculously, you don''t seem to suffer from anything severe. It doesn''t change the fact that you collapsed on arrival after trekking goddamn how many kilometers back here though."

    The patient groans as the pain all over his body starts settling in. When the physician sees this, he hums before performing a routine check on the man. Shining a light into the patient''s eyes, the physician says.

    "You were obviously put under by head trauma, blood loss, not to mention running on fumes when we got to you. I advise not making any sudden movement just yet, at least until you can confidently sit up without keeling over to a killing headache. I would have given you something for the pain and the dizziness if it weren''t for our medical supply being stretched thin as is. I am having trouble locating our medical stash these days, you see. Now then," The physician pulls away. "Do you still remember your name at least?"

    "... Soap." The patient pronounces the word clearly after taking a stabilizing breath. He rests his head back on an uncomfortable and itchy pillow, closing his eyes to enjoy the moment of not crawling across the dirt.

    The physician raises an eyebrow before moving to pour a glass of warm water for the man. "Who the Hell named their son Soap, Corporal?"

    "Not my birthname." The patient, Soap, adds. "That moniker I earned back in the days when I started running a 2-pounder crew. Since I drilled my men to be the best they could, achieving the best possible accuracy and rate of fire that were humanely possible, I was nicknamed ''Soap'' by the others."

    "Like a lubricant, you mean." The physician comments before passing Soap the glass of water. He then helps the injured Corporal sit up by adjusting the pillow against the cement grey wall. "I reckon that you also remember your actual name if you can remember your moniker.

    "Yeah, Johny Mactavish, or John, or Soap, whichever works these days. Also..." Soap raises the glass with a scrutinizing gaze. "Is that dried blood I see on the rim?"

    "... Your eyes are playing tricks on you, Soap." The physician looks away and marks something on Soap''s health report. "You can call me Stronoff, by the way."

    "That''s not a very Erusean name." Soap quips before turning the rim of his glass to where he''s sure that relatively clean. The man then proceeds to down the water in slow, deliberate gulps.

    "I get that a lot." Stronoff shrugs. "Also, apologies for the condition of this clinic. Had to make do with converting some warehouses in the bum-fucked area of Dunkirk and turned them into a hospital complex. As you can see..."No?v(el)B\\jnn

    The physician gestures around them, introducing Soap to the sight of a packed clinic with the doctors and nurses running on hopes and dreams. "We''re kinda overtaxed here, so cleanliness isn''t the absolute best right now."

    "Well, colored me impressed." Soap comments. "It''s the thought that counts and all that jazz. Hopefully, those lads are still alive out there."

    Spoiler alert, they may not be.

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    To protect the evacuation effort, Dunkirk was fortified by the Allied forces to have an expansive layered defense, starting from outside of its walls to the inner city area. Rows of trenches and fighting positions are visible outside the walls, with even the remaining tanks being lowered into the ground haphazardly to act as heavy bunkers. The cherry on top is the numerous brown coats tucked behind these makeshift protections. The majority of the defenders here are the Territorials, acting as the main buffer for units like Frankforce to hold the line when the evacuation commences. If everything goes well, the EEF will be shipped away in multiple parts, leaving just enough troops behind to cover their retreat. It''s as good of a plan as any, given their circumstances.

    Although the Belkans have something to say about that.

    Nearly ten kilometers away, Belkan MLRSs are set up. The Sunburst rocket artillery systems are finally given the chance to shine... Quite literally so.

    "Let''s raise some Hell."

    A familiar female voice announces over the Belkan battle net, thus penning the final words for the Allied forces in Dunkirk. Punctuating her words are the numerous rocket launches, with each rocket being 220 mm in size and fitted with a heavy thermobaric warhead. There''s gotta be nearly 200 of these rockets, and the Eruseans won''t know what will hit them. One moment, everything is fine for the EEF. On the next, they hear whistling of disaster coming down right on top of their heads. Then... Well, there''s no then for many of them.

    All at once, the outer layers of Dunkirk''s defenses explode in quick succession. Approximately five kilometers of land and defensive installations are evaporated without as much as a warning. For the normal human soldiers under the effect of the Sunburst rockets, it''s not all sunshine and dandy. The thermobaric rocket''s blast kill mechanism against living targets is unique, and unpleasant. What kills is the pressure wave, and more importantly, the subsequent rarefaction that ruptures the lungs... If the thermobaric mixture deflagrates but does not detonate, victims will be severely burned and will probably also inhale the burning stuff, cooking them from inside. As a little-known crossover of Magitech, weapon design, chemistry, and alchemist, the Belkan thermobaric mixture is highly toxic. Undetonated thermobaric warheads should prove as lethal to personnel caught within the cloud as with most chemical agents. I mean, can one inhale thermite and hope to survive?

    If the Eruseans aren''t obliterated in the blast zone, then they''re probably suffering from multiple internal and invisible injuries like burst eardrums and blindness. Though unconfirmed, the shock and pressure waves may cause minimal damage to brain tissue, meaning victims are not rendered unconscious by the blast, but instead suffer for several seconds or minutes while they suffocate.

    The Sunburst, true to its name, has cast an early morning for everyone to see, one with devastating consequences for the EEF. Gone are the buffer zones that the Eruseans counted on to buy time, much-needed time. Now, there''s nothing but smoldering craters, unrecognizable bodies, and melted carcasses of tanks. Like the ever-watchful hawks that they are, the Belkan Army dives in to seize the opportunity to close the gap even more. The Eruseans are stunned and silenced by the sheer evisceration of their outer defenses before ultimately slapping themselves awake.

    Quite literally, the enemy is now at the gate.

    "I love thermobaric in the morning~!"