Kapitel 371: 340. Testing Sentinel on Combat Action PT.2
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The Raiders were about to experience the full force of Minutemen might. And with the Sentinel at the helm, they wouldn't stand a chance.
As the convoy neared the outskirts of the Raider camp, the tension in the air thickened. The vehicles slowed to a halt behind a rocky outcrop that provided some cover from the view of the camp. Sico stepped out of the Humvee, feeling the shift in atmosphere as the soldiers behind him prepared themselves for the imminent battle. The soft rustling of gear and the occasional murmur of voices were the only sounds breaking the quiet of the waning daylight.
The camp itself lay just ahead, partially obscured by a cluster of trees and low hills. Sico reached into his gear bag and pulled out his binoculars, raising them to his eyes as he took in the layout of the camp. The Raiders had set up a relatively well-fortified position, something he had half-expected given the recent reports of their increased organization. They weren't the disorganized bandits they once were—this camp showed signs of a more coordinated effort, which only made this mission more important.
Through the binoculars, Sico carefully scanned the area. The first thing that caught his attention were the four watchtowers standing at each corner of the camp, their wooden frames hastily but effectively constructed. From his position, he could make out the silhouettes of Raiders stationed in each tower, rifles slung across their shoulders as they lazily kept watch. The towers weren't heavily armored, but they were high enough to provide a clear view of the surrounding area. Taking them out quickly would be crucial to avoid giving the Raiders the chance to mount an organized defense.
Sico's gaze shifted to the camp's main gate. It was a crude but solid structure, constructed from scavenged metal and old steel beams. At least six Raiders were patrolling the gate, their movements coordinated as they kept a careful eye on the perimeter. Flanking them were four large, snarling dogs, tethered to chains but clearly ready to attack on command. These weren't just ordinary guard dogs—they were feral, mutated beasts bred for violence, their muscles rippling under mangy fur as they prowled back and forth.
Sico lowered the binoculars, his mind already forming a plan. He turned to Sarah, who had been crouching beside him, her keen eyes fixed on the camp. "Sarah," he said in a low voice, his tone carrying the weight of command, "the Raiders have fortified this place more than I expected. There are four watchtowers, each manned by at least one guard. The main gate is patrolled by six of them, with four dogs. We need to hit them fast and hard before they can sound any alarms."
Sarah nodded, her expression focused. "I'll position the soldiers to cover the Sentinel's advance, General. We'll take care of any ground threats while the Sentinel handles the heavy firepower."
Sico appreciated Sarah's tactical acumen—she knew how to handle her troops and would ensure that the Sentinel had the protection it needed to operate at full capacity. "Good. Once I give the signal to attack, have the soldiers move in to shield the Sentinel and mop up any remaining forces on the ground. We'll need to neutralize those watchtowers quickly, then breach the gate before the Raiders can reinforce."
Sarah gave a curt nod, her gaze sharp as she signaled to her squad leaders. The soldiers, having been briefed on the plan earlier, moved into position with silent efficiency. They spread out in a defensive formation around the convoy, ready to push forward as soon as the order was given. The tension in the air was palpable now, but it was the controlled, disciplined tension of seasoned fighters who knew what needed to be done.
Satisfied with Sarah's preparations, Sico turned his attention to Mel, who was crouched near the Sentinel, his face flushed with excitement. Mel had been waiting for this moment ever since the Sentinel had been completed, and now, it was finally time to see if all his hard work would pay off.
"Mel," Sico called, his voice low but firm as he approached the head scientist, "when we start the attack, I want the Sentinel to prioritize the watchtowers first. They're too exposed to ignore, and if we leave them standing, they'll rain fire down on us the moment we breach the gate. After the towers are neutralized, focus on the gate itself. We'll need to punch through fast before the Raiders can organize a counterattack."
Mel grinned, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "You got it, General! The Sentinel's main cannon will make quick work of those towers, and once we breach the gate, it can handle anything they throw at us. I've made sure the targeting systems are fully operational. We'll knock them out before they even know what hit them."
Sico nodded, trusting Mel's confidence in the Sentinel's capabilities. This was the moment they had all been working toward—the culmination of months of preparation, design, and training. He knew that Mel's team had done everything they could to ensure that the Sentinel would perform at its peak. Now, it was up to the machine—and the soldiers who would fight beside it.
Sico glanced at the horizon, where the sun was dipping lower, casting a warm, orange glow over the landscape. The shadows lengthened, cloaking the convoy in partial darkness. It was the perfect time to strike—the fading light would provide them with the cover they needed to get close before the Raiders could react.
He took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment settle over him. This mission wasn't just about testing the Sentinel—it was about sending a message to the Raiders, to the other factions that threatened Minutemen, and to the world beyond. They were prepared to fight for their future, and anyone who stood in their way would be crushed.
With everything in place, Sico raised his arm, signaling to the convoy and the soldiers. The quiet murmurs ceased, replaced by the low hum of engines as the Trucks and Humvees idled in place, ready to move at a moment's notice. The soldiers tightened their grips on their weapons, eyes focused on the camp ahead.
Sico turned to Sarah, giving her a sharp nod. "Move the soldiers into position. We attack on my signal."
Sarah responded with a quick salute before slipping away, her form disappearing into the shadows as she coordinated the soldiers' movements. The troops began to spread out, advancing silently through the rough terrain, their footfalls barely audible over the soft breeze that swept through the trees.
Satisfied that everything was in order, Sico turned back to the Sentinel. It stood tall and imposing, its massive frame casting a long shadow over the convoy. Mel's engineers were making their final adjustments, triple-checking the targeting systems and power supplies, ensuring that the machine was ready to unleash its full might when the time came.
"Mel," Sico said, his voice low but firm, "tell your team to get ready. The moment we begin the assault, I want that cannon locked on the watchtowers."
Mel gave a quick nod, his face lighting up with anticipation. "Understood, General. We'll take them out in one shot."
Sico turned his attention back to the camp. The Raiders, blissfully unaware of the storm that was about to descend upon them, continued their patrols, their movements slow and casual. They had grown too comfortable behind their walls, too confident in their defenses.
It was time to show them just how wrong they were.
Sico raised his hand, ready to give the signal. The camp lay ahead, the Raiders oblivious to their impending doom. The Sentinel hummed softly behind him, a titan waiting to be unleashed. And the soldiers of Sanctuary, now hidden in the shadows, were poised to strike.
"Now," Sico whispered, his voice barely audible as he gave the order to attack.
The crack of the first shot from the Sentinel shattered the stillness of the late afternoon, its powerful cannon erupting with a deep, resonating boom. Sico watched as the round tore through the air, striking the first watchtower dead center. The tower splintered under the impact, the flimsy wooden structure collapsing in on itself in a cloud of debris and dust. The Raider posted at the top barely had time to react before he was swallowed by the wreckage.
The Sentinel's targeting system worked flawlessly, quickly locking onto the second tower. Another thunderous shot followed, and the second watchtower met the same fate as the first, crumbling in a heap of shattered wood and metal. The remaining two towers stood no chance. In rapid succession, the Sentinel took them out with precise, devastating fire, leaving nothing but smoking ruins where the sentries had once stood.
Inside the camp, chaos erupted.
The Raiders, who had been patrolling lazily or standing idle, were suddenly thrown into disarray as their watchtowers were obliterated one by one. Shouts of alarm rang out, and Raiders scrambled to grab their weapons, eyes wide with panic as they scanned the horizon for the source of the attack. But they didn't have long to process what was happening—because the next shot was aimed directly at their gate.
The Sentinel's cannon roared again, and this time, the blast struck the camp's main gate with surgical precision. The crude metal structure buckled and tore apart under the force of the explosion, the impact sending a shockwave through the camp. Raiders who had been standing too close to the gate were thrown to the ground by the blast, some crushed by falling debris, while others lay stunned, their ears ringing from the deafening noise.
The gate was gone, leaving a gaping hole in the camp's defenses. Dust and smoke billowed from the wreckage, and through the haze, the Raiders saw the approaching storm—dozens of Minutemen soldiers advancing through the breach, their weapons raised and ready. And behind them, like a mechanical behemoth, the Sentinel loomed, its cannon still smoking from the recent shots, its imposing frame casting an ominous shadow over the battlefield.
The Raiders were quick to react, but their panic was palpable. Shouts of commands and curses echoed through the camp as they scrambled to form some kind of defense. A few Raiders rushed to the perimeter, taking up defensive positions behind whatever cover they could find, while others tried to organize the remaining patrols into a counterattack.
But they were already too late.
Sarah, leading the vanguard of Minutemen soldiers, pushed through the breach in the gate with ruthless efficiency. Her voice rang out above the noise, clear and commanding as she directed her troops into position. "Squads one and two, flank left! Three and four, on me—we're pushing straight through!"
The Minutemen moved with precision and discipline, a stark contrast to the disorganized chaos of the Raiders. They spread out in tactical formations, rifles at the ready as they advanced on the camp's interior. Raiders who attempted to mount a defense were quickly cut down by the accurate fire of the Minutemen soldiers. The crack of gunfire filled the air, punctuated by the occasional explosion as grenades and rockets were launched at fortified positions.
Sico watched from his position near the Sentinel, his eyes scanning the battlefield as the attack unfolded. Everything was going according to plan. The Raiders were disoriented, their defenses crumbling under the combined assault of the Sentinel and the Minutemen forces. Even the feral dogs, once so menacing, had scattered in confusion after the gate was blown open.
Mel's voice crackled through the comms, barely able to contain his excitement. "The Sentinel's ready for another round, General! We can hit their barracks next, or take out their supply depot. Just say the word!"
Sico hesitated for only a moment, weighing his options. The barracks would likely hold more of the Raiders' fighters, but the supply depot would cripple their ability to sustain any kind of prolonged resistance. With a quick decision, he tapped his comms. "Target the supply depot. We can deal with the remaining fighters once we've taken out their resources."
"Roger that!" Mel's voice came back, and seconds later, the Sentinel's cannon roared once more, sending another devastating round into the heart of the camp.
This time, the target was a cluster of makeshift buildings near the center of the camp—the Raiders' supply depot. The blast hit with terrifying precision, tearing through the walls of the depot and igniting the stockpiles of fuel and ammunition stored inside. A massive explosion followed, the shockwave rippling outward and sending Raiders flying as the depot erupted into a fireball of flame and smoke.
The explosion rocked the camp, sending Raiders scrambling in every direction. Fires broke out along the supply lines, ammunition caches detonating in rapid succession as the inferno spread. The Raiders were in complete disarray now, their chain of command shattered, their morale crumbling under the relentless assault.
Sarah and her soldiers pressed the attack, cutting through the remaining pockets of resistance with ruthless efficiency. The Raiders who attempted to fight back were met with a wall of gunfire and grenades, their hastily organized defenses crumbling as the Minutemen forces advanced deeper into the camp.
"Push forward!" Sarah called out, her voice strong and unwavering as she led her squad through the chaos. "Take out their remaining forces! Don't let them regroup!"
The Minutemen soldiers surged ahead, their momentum unstoppable as they pressed the advantage. The Raiders, already disorganized and demoralized, were falling back, retreating deeper into the camp in a desperate attempt to regroup. But with the supply depot in flames and their defenses shattered, there was nowhere left for them to run.
Sico watched as the battle unfolded, his heart pounding in his chest. The plan was working. The Sentinel had delivered as promised, its firepower devastating the Raiders' defenses and throwing them into chaos. The Minutemen, with Sarah at the helm, were proving themselves to be a disciplined and effective fighting force.
But the battle wasn't over yet.
From the far side of the camp, a group of Raiders, more heavily armed and organized than the rest, emerged from a large warehouse-like structure. These were the camp's elite fighters, the ones who had been held in reserve until now. They moved with purpose, taking up defensive positions behind cover and laying down suppressive fire as they attempted to slow the Minutemen's advance.
"General!" Sarah's voice came through the comms, sharp and urgent. "We've got heavier resistance on the far side of the camp. Looks like their main force is making a last stand."
Sico narrowed his eyes, scanning the battlefield. The Raiders' elite fighters were well-armed and well-positioned, but they were still outnumbered and outgunned. This was their last desperate attempt to hold onto the camp, and Sico wasn't about to let them succeed.
"Keep pushing forward," he ordered, his voice steady. "We can't let them regroup. I'll have the Sentinel provide cover fire."
He turned to Mel, who was still monitoring the Sentinel's systems. "Mel, I want you to suppress their positions on the far side of the camp. Lay down heavy fire to keep them pinned down while the troops advance."
"On it, General!" Mel responded eagerly, he then give order to the Sentinel's crew.
The Sentinel's cannon roared once more, its rounds slamming into the Raiders' defensive positions with devastating accuracy. The elite fighters, despite their heavier weapons and better training, found themselves overwhelmed by the sheer firepower of the Sentinel. Explosions rocked their cover, and the ground shook beneath their feet as the Minutemen pressed the attack.
Sarah's voice rang out over the chaos, rallying her troops as they closed in on the remaining Raiders. "Advance! Don't let up! We've got them on the ropes!"
With the Sentinel providing covering fire, the Minutemen soldiers surged forward, their rifles blazing as they pushed the Raiders back. One by one, the Raiders' defensive positions were overrun, their elite fighters falling under the relentless onslaught of gunfire and explosions.
The battle was nearing its end.
The once-fortified Raider camp was now in ruins, its defenses shattered, its fighters scattered or dead. Flames licked at the remains of the supply depot, and the smoke from the destroyed watchtowers hung heavy in the air.
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• Name: Sico
• Stats :
S: 8,44
P: 7,44
E: 8,44
C: 8,44
I: 9,44
A: 7,45
L: 7
• Skills: advance Mechanic, Science, and Shooting skills, intermediate Medical, Hand to Hand Combat, Lockpicking, Hacking, Persuasion, and Drawing Skills
• Inventory: 53.280 caps, 10mm Pistol, 1500 10mm rounds, 22 mole rats meat, 17 mole rats teeth, 1 fragmentation grenade, 6 stimpak, 1 rad x, 6 fusion core, computer blueprint, modern TV blueprint, camera recorder blueprint, 1 set of combat armor, Automatic Assault Rifle, 1.500 5.56mm rounds, power armor T51 blueprint, Electric Motorcycle blueprint, T-45 power armor, Minigun, 1.000 5mm rounds, Cryolator, 200 cryo cell, Machine Gun Turret Mk1 blueprint, electric car blueprint, Kellogg gun, Righteous Authority, Ashmaker, Furious Power Fist, Full set combat armor blueprint, M240 7.62mm machine guns blueprint, Automatic Assault Rifle blueprint, and Humvee blueprint
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