Chương 320: 291. The Siege of Gunner Plaza PT.4

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With that, Sico gave the signal, and the Minutemen surged forward, breaching the command room in a coordinated assault. The final battle for Gunner Plaza had begun.

The heavy door to the command room shuddered as the Minutemen forced it open, a booming crash that reverberated through the metal and concrete structure of Gunner Plaza. The breach sent the Gunners inside into a frenzy, scrambling to defensive positions behind overturned tables, makeshift barricades, and the remnants of the room's once-organized layout. The command room was large, but its space was now cluttered with debris, and the air was thick with tension as both sides prepared for the final clash.

Sico led the charge, his assault rifle raised as he swept into the room. Behind him, Robert, clad in his Power Armor, and MacCready, with his keen sharpshooter's eye, flanked his sides, while Preston and Jenny surged in with their squads. The Minutemen poured into the room like a relentless tide, their movements coordinated and their eyes locked on the enemy.

But the Gunners were ready.

A hail of gunfire erupted as soon as the Minutemen crossed the threshold, bullets ricocheting off walls and tearing through the air with a deadly whine. The Gunners had entrenched themselves well, using the room's natural layout to create overlapping fields of fire. It was clear that they were determined to hold their ground, and their leader, a grizzled veteran clad in heavy combat armor, was orchestrating the defense with brutal efficiency.

"Take cover!" Sico shouted, diving behind a toppled steel desk as bullets whizzed past his head. The rest of the Minutemen quickly followed suit, ducking behind whatever cover they could find. The room became a cacophony of gunfire, shouts, and the sharp clang of bullets striking metal.

Sico's mind raced as he assessed the situation. The Gunners had the advantage of prepared defenses and were heavily armed, but the Minutemen had the advantage of numbers and momentum. They couldn't afford to get bogged down in a drawn-out firefight; they needed to break through the Gunners' lines and take out their leader.

"MacCready, we need suppressing fire on that left flank!" Sico ordered, pointing to a cluster of Gunners who had set up a deadly crossfire from behind a row of overturned consoles.

"On it!" MacCready responded, popping up from his cover just long enough to unleash a volley of precise shots. His rifle cracked loudly, each shot carefully aimed, forcing the Gunners to duck behind their cover. The momentary lapse in their fire allowed Sico to lean out and return fire, his bullets chipping away at the edges of their barricade.

"Preston, Jenny, push forward! We need to break their line!" Sico commanded, his voice cutting through the chaos.

Preston nodded, signaling to his squad. "Keep low, stay tight!" he barked, and with that, they began advancing, using the debris scattered across the room to cover their approach. Jenny was right beside him, her assault rifle spitting out suppressive fire as they moved.

The Gunners, seeing the Minutemen advancing, redoubled their efforts. Their leader, the veteran Gunner, shouted orders over the din of battle, his voice hoarse but commanding. "Don't let them through! Hold the line!" His presence was like a rallying cry to his troops, who fought with a ferocity born of desperation. They knew this was their last stand, and they weren't going to give it up without a fight.

Robert, his Power Armor shrugging off most of the incoming fire, took the brunt of the Gunners' counterattack as he advanced. He wielded a minigun, the barrels spinning as it unleashed a torrent of bullets that forced the Gunners to keep their heads down. "Keep moving!" he shouted, his voice amplified by the suit's speakers.

As the Minutemen pressed forward, the battle intensified. The Gunners' defenses were well-organized, with overlapping fields of fire that made it difficult for the Minutemen to advance without taking heavy casualties. But the Minutemen were relentless, their determination to take Gunner Plaza fueling their every move.

Sico darted from cover to cover, his mind focused on the Gunner leader. If they could take him out, the rest of the Gunners might falter. He spotted the veteran Gunner barking orders from behind a reinforced console near the back of the room. His armor was thick, and his movements were calculated, clearly the mark of a seasoned soldier.

"We need to take out that leader!" Sico called out, pointing to the Gunner commander. "MacCready, can you get a shot?"

MacCready, crouched behind a pile of rubble, followed Sico's gaze and saw the target. "It's going to be tough. He's got good cover, but I'll see what I can do."

He lined up his shot, his breathing steady despite the chaos around him. The world seemed to slow as he focused, waiting for the perfect moment when the Gunner leader leaned out to issue another order. MacCready squeezed the trigger, the sharp crack of his rifle barely audible over the roar of the battle.

The bullet streaked across the room, but at the last second, the Gunner leader shifted, the round deflecting harmlessly off his armor. He turned, his eyes locking onto MacCready's position. A grim smile spread across his face as he realized he had been targeted. He raised his weapon—a modified assault rifle with an underslung grenade launcher—and fired off a grenade.

"Move!" Sico yelled as the grenade arced toward MacCready's position.

MacCready dove to the side just as the grenade exploded, the blast sending debris flying. He hit the ground hard, his ears ringing from the explosion. He was dazed, but alive, thanks to Sico's warning.

Seeing their opportunity, the Gunners pushed back with renewed intensity, laying down a withering hail of fire that forced the Minutemen to dig in deeper. The battle was at a stalemate, with neither side able to gain the upper hand. Every inch of ground was contested, every movement calculated to avoid the deadly fire from the other side.

Sico gritted his teeth as he fired a burst at a Gunner who had popped up to take a shot at Jenny. The Minuteman beside him went down, clutching his bleeding leg, and Sico quickly dragged him back behind cover. "Medic!" he shouted, and one of the Minutemen rushed over, beginning to treat the wounded soldier as best as he could in the middle of the firefight.

"We need to flank them," Sico said, thinking aloud as he reloaded his rifle. "Preston, can you get around to the right? They're not as heavily defended on that side."

Preston glanced over to where Sico had indicated. The right side was a mess of overturned furniture and broken consoles, but there was enough cover to make an approach. "We can do it, but we'll need covering fire."

"MacCready and I will keep them busy," Sico replied. He then turned to Robert. "Once Preston's in position, we're going to hit them hard from both sides. Be ready."

Robert gave a grim nod, the servos in his Power Armor whirring as he shifted his stance. "Just give the word, General."

Sico signaled to MacCready, and the sharpshooter nodded in understanding. They both leaned out from their cover and began firing, drawing the Gunners' attention as Preston and his squad started their flanking maneuver. Bullets and lasers crisscrossed the room, the intensity of the battle reaching a fever pitch.

Preston's squad moved with precision, using the chaotic battlefield to their advantage. They leaped from cover to cover, gradually closing the distance to the Gunners' position on the right side. The Gunners, focused on Sico's and MacCready's suppressing fire, were slow to react, but as Preston's squad neared their position, they finally noticed the flanking maneuver.

"Gunners on the right! Take them down!" the leader shouted, his voice cutting through the noise. The Gunners turned their fire toward Preston's squad, but it was too late. The Minutemen were already in position.

"Now, Robert!" Sico called out as Preston's squad opened fire on the Gunners from the side.

Robert stepped forward, his minigun spinning up with a high-pitched whine before unleashing a devastating barrage of bullets. The Gunners, caught in a deadly crossfire, faltered under the combined assault. The once well-organized defense began to crumble as the Minutemen pressed their advantage.

The Gunner leader, realizing his position was rapidly becoming untenable, shouted a final command to his remaining troops. "Fall back! We can't hold this position any longer!"

But there was nowhere to fall back to. The Minutemen had them pinned down, their escape routes cut off. Desperation flashed in the eyes of the remaining Gunners as they fought on, but it was clear that their resolve was beginning to waver.

Sico could see it—the moment when the Gunners' discipline began to break. But the battle was far from over. The Gunner leader, still as resolute as ever, prepared to make his last stand, rallying his remaining troops for a final push.

"Don't give them an inch!" Sico shouted, his voice rising above the clamor of battle. "This is where we end this!"

The Minutemen, spurred on by their General's words, advanced with renewed vigor. The command room was a chaotic melee of gunfire, shouted orders, and the ever-present scent of blood and gunpowder. The outcome of the battle was hanging by a thread, and every decision, every shot, could tip the balance.

And at the heart of it all, Sico kept his focus on the Gunner leader. He knew that as long as the leader stood, the Gunners would fight with the ferocity of cornered beasts. Taking him down was the key to ending the battle.

But getting to him would not be easy. The Gunner leader was a seasoned warrior, and he had positioned himself well, using the room's layout to his advantage. Sico would need to be careful, precise, and above all, relentless.

As the battle raged on, the Minutemen continued to push forward, inch by hard-fought inch, toward the Gunner leader's position. The room was a battlefield in every sense of the word, but Sico could feel the tide beginning to turn.

They were close, so close to ending this once and for all.

But for now, the battle continued, and the final confrontation was yet to come.

The battle in the command room reached a fever pitch, the clash of opposing forces reverberating through the concrete walls of Gunner Plaza. The air was thick with the acrid scent of gunpowder, and the din of gunfire was deafening. The Minutemen fought with everything they had, their determination unyielding as they pushed forward, inch by bloody inch, towards the heart of the Gunner defenses.

Sico kept his eyes locked on the Gunner leader, the grizzled veteran who orchestrated the defense with ruthless precision. His heavy combat armor made him a daunting target, and his movements were calculated, using the room's natural cover to his advantage. But Sico knew that if they could take him out, the Gunners' resolve would shatter.

The Minutemen pressed on, but the Gunners fought back with a desperation that came from knowing this was their last stand. The room was a chaotic maelstrom of bullets, lasers, and shouted orders. Sico darted from cover to cover, his mind focused on finding an opening, a weakness in the Gunner leader's defense.

"MacCready, keep him pinned down!" Sico shouted over the cacophony.

MacCready, despite the earlier close call with the grenade, had regained his focus. He popped up from behind cover and fired off another precise shot, this time aiming for a gap in the leader's armor. The bullet struck true, but the armor held, though it forced the Gunner leader to duck back behind his reinforced console.

"Robert, lay down covering fire!" Sico ordered.

Robert, his Power Armor shrugging off most of the incoming fire, advanced with his minigun roaring. The barrage of bullets tore through the Gunners' cover, forcing them to keep their heads down and giving Sico the opening he needed.

Seizing the moment, Sico broke from cover, moving swiftly across the battlefield. He zigzagged through the debris-strewn room, his assault rifle at the ready. The Gunner leader spotted him and raised his weapon, but Sico was faster. He dropped to one knee, took aim, and squeezed the trigger.

The burst of gunfire was loud and sharp, the bullets striking the Gunner leader's chest with precision. His armor absorbed most of the impact, but Sico's aim was true, and one of the rounds found its mark in a joint between the armor plates. The Gunner leader staggered, his weapon lowering as he struggled to stay on his feet.

Seeing their leader wounded, the remaining Gunners hesitated, their disciplined defense faltering. The moment of indecision was all the Minutemen needed. Preston and Jenny's squads surged forward, exploiting the weakness in the Gunners' line. Robert's minigun continued to pour suppressive fire into the Gunners' positions, cutting down any who dared to return fire.

Sico kept his sights on the Gunner leader, refusing to let up. He fired another burst, this time aiming for the head. The bullets slammed into the leader's helmet, and with a final, defiant glare, the Gunner leader collapsed to the ground, his weapon slipping from his grasp.

The sight of their leader falling broke the Gunners' morale. They began to retreat, their once fierce resistance crumbling as the reality of their situation set in. But there was no escape. The Minutemen pressed the attack, cutting off any attempts to flee. The Gunners were cornered, and one by one, they fell.

"Push them back! Don't let up!" Sico shouted, his voice carrying through the chaos.

The Minutemen responded with a renewed vigor, their spirits lifted by the sight of the Gunner leader's defeat. The room became a slaughterhouse as the Gunners, now leaderless and disorganized, were systematically taken down. Some tried to surrender, but the Minutemen, driven by the heat of battle, showed no mercy. This was their moment of victory, and they would not be denied.

Within minutes, the last of the Gunners had been dealt with. The command room, once a bastion of Gunner strength, was now littered with the bodies of the fallen. The Minutemen stood victorious, their weapons still hot from the battle.

Sico lowered his rifle, his breath coming in heavy gasps as the adrenaline began to ebb. He surveyed the room, taking in the aftermath of the brutal fight. The Gunners had fought hard, but in the end, they had been no match for the Minutemen's resolve.

"It's over," Preston said, his voice a mix of relief and exhaustion. "We did it."

Sico nodded, his gaze drifting to the fallen Gunner leader. "It was a hard fight, but we got the job done. Gunner Plaza is ours."

The Minutemen began to regroup, tending to the wounded and securing the area. The battle had been costly, but it had been a decisive victory. Gunner Plaza, once a symbol of the Gunners' power, now belonged to the Minutemen. It was a turning point in the war, a victory that would be remembered for years to come.

As the dust settled and the Minutemen began the task of fortifying their new stronghold, Sico allowed himself a moment of quiet reflection. The battle had been fierce, but it had also shown him the strength of the Minutemen, the determination of his comrades. They had faced overwhelming odds and come out on top. And now, with Gunner Plaza secured, the path to reclaiming the Commonwealth was a little clearer.

But the war was far from over. Sico knew that there would be more battles, more challenges ahead. But for now, they had won a crucial victory, and that was something to be proud of.

"Alright, let's get to work," Sico said, his voice steady as he took charge once more. "We've got a lot to do, and the Commonwealth isn't going to free itself."

The Minutemen, their spirits high, set about the task of making Gunner Plaza their own. And as they worked, Sico couldn't help but feel a sense of hope for the future. They had faced the darkness and emerged victorious. And with each victory, the light of freedom grew a little brighter.

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