I got to the airdrop after hiking for at least an hour. When I got to the drop area I spotted one problem large problem, there is a giant boar in the clearing that it landed in. usually, that wouldn’t be a problem, except the boar was fucking glowing, and it shot a bolt of lightning at a nearby deer when it got too close to the clearing. One thing I know about boars is they are tricky bastards to kill. I looked down at my M4A1 and it’s 5.56 round. Normally it would put down anything that I could run into in a warzone. But for boar, let alone one that can shoot lighting. I would like something with a bit more stopping power.
I snuck up on the boar from downwind so the beast couldn’t smell me. I was planning on throwing a grenade at the thing and then shooting it until it was dead. It was a good plan, a simple plan.
Except, it didn’t account for a soldier stumbling out of the brush on the other side of the tree line from where I was. I noticed he was a Russian soldier. I was so surprised and shocked to see him, that I temporarily forgot about the glowing boar, which was now charging toward him. He slammed the safety off his AK-74 and started shooting as fast as possible. Unluckily for him, the boar seemed to absorb his bullets. Not like they were bouncing off; they were hitting their target. The boar just didn’t seem to give a shit.
I already had the safety off, so I started hosing the boar with bullets. I emptied my mag, grabbed a frag grenade off my vest, pulled the pin, released the spoon, and started counting. 1 Mississippi, 2 Mississippi, 3 Mississippi. I threw the grenade, dropped to the ground, and rolling behind a dirt mound, screaming, “Grenade!” I hope the Russian understood what I said.
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Alexei’s POV
Alexei had just gotten to the drop site, he stumbled but found it none the less. Alexei had expected ukrainian or russian soldiers gathered around a box maybe with a few guarding the rest. But what he didn’t expect was a GLOWING FUCKEN BOAR. The beast let out an eardrum-shattering roar and charged him. He picked up his rifle off his chest sling, slammed the safety off, and pulled the trigger. BANG, he cursed, flicked the fire selector to the full-auto setting, and yanked down on the trigger. A staccato pattern of gunfire drowned out the roar of the oncoming beast.
Soon after Alexei had opened fire on the beast, he heard another weapon report. When his weapon ran out of rounds, Alexei had a couple of options, run like hell and hope the other guy killed this fucken thing, reload, or try to dodge. Of course, Alexei chose to run away from whatever that fucking thing was.
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He watched where he would put his feet, so he didn’t end up like a horror movie character. Then he heard “Grenade!” he didn’t even hear the last part of the word because as he had already thrown himself into a shallow divot. That saved his life as a bolt of lightning split the ground where he was standing, flash-baking the muddy ground and turning it into flaky hard-packed dirt. Then another explosion answered the first, it was probably a grenade judging by the sound of shrapnel sent thudding into trees around the forest.
Alexei peaked his head over the edge of the divot. The boar thing was ripped apart and bleeding from the grenade shrapnel. A figure came out of some bushes across from where he had enter the clearing from. Alexei got out of the ditch with his rifle held in his left hand and the barrel toward the sky.
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I heard a boom as if someone had just hit my ear protection with a sledgehammer. I listened to the shrapnel from the grenade thudding off the trees and the ground around me. After waiting a second or two so I wouldn’t get hit by a stray piece of shrapnel, I got out from behind the dirt mound. The dead boar was fucken sparking like it was a cut wire. I looked around at all the dew on the grass surrounding the boar and said fuck that. I continued scanning the clearing until I found the shape of a human. I looked back toward the dead body of the boar and saw it was no longer sparking, so I could walk over to him without getting barbecued.
I waved him over, and he walked over with his rifle held in one hand like he was surrendering. “Why are you surrendering? We ain’t in Kharkiv anymore,” I asked somewhat rhetorically, not expecting him to understand me.
“Well, let's at least not kill each other for the time being.” the Russian said in flawless English. This surprised me a bit, but I guess in Europe, they tend to speak other languages than .
“You speak English? though I phrased it as a question, I said it more like a statement.
“No, you speak Russian?” again, the English was flawless and only with a hint of an accent.
“No, well, that’s fucked,”
Me and the Russian talked while, unwrapping the airdrop. , We discovered that both of us were on a combat deployment. We both decided to worry about the auto-translating thing later when we had the time. So we grabbed all we could from the airdrop, tied the rest in a waterproof tarp, and hung it up in a tree.
We got about 1/10th of the supplies in the drop, until it started raining by the time we had finished. Along the way, I had learned the Russian’s name, Alexei, which wasn’t a bad name, to be honest, at least, by my standards.
It was a slog to get back to camp. The trees had been spaced out enough that you couldn’t use most of them for handholds, plus the rain, so we were boot-deep in mud, which is slippery. I must have fallen three or more times, and it was the same for Alexei, so that was not a fun time. But, at least it was quiet; we didn’t need any more excitement for today.