The crackle of distant gunfire was in the air as slave soldiers advanced into the teeth of modern defenses. Using the distraction, the half dozen APCs trundled their way up a small draw. Perhaps not the stealthiest vehicles, but when hidden from view they worked well enough.
"Blade Lead, this is Blade Four. Snakes coming up at speed. Six Hoplite-IIs, over."
Of course, if the defenders had specifically set up the battlefield to limit the movements of special infantry, then good reasoning was somewhat suspect.
"Blade Four, Blade Lead. Let the Bodies go first. Over."
"Understood. Out."
From where the Steel Guardsman was covered in a loose layer of dirt and gravel, Polopokiv glanced disquietly at the hiding places of the four 'Nekron' assault... Bodies, that had been assigned to his unit for front line testing. Having resurrected bodies in power on your side was useful, if a bit revolting. Then again, the Draka were far, far worse from what the Chinese had been saying.
But...
Even six months ago Polopokiv would have practically embraced the Nekron bodies as a tool for holding back the Snakes. Back then, anything that would have protected from the southern aggressors next attack would have been heralded as a great step forward in protecting the people. Now, though... They had the tanks to match the Snakes' own armor. They had the weapons to meet them in open combat. They had the development to supply and move armies. Desperation tactics were simply no longer needed.
On the other hand, they would be going in first and Polopokiv had no desire to die.
Four combat suits erupted from hiding as the convoy came up to their position. Unlike the clean camouflage of the Steel Guard regulars, the Nekron detachment were painted for effect: a black coat of paint with varying designs on their fronts. This unit had skeletons across their fronts, and were doing their level best to live up to that allusion to Death.
The first suit to reach the reacting Drakan transports bore a nasty looking saw and a Twin Dushka. Almost as if it had forgotten that it had a gun, the Body went for the crippling blow on the vehicle by sheering a wheel in half. The remainder of the four... 'Man', team piled in shortly after that, and their attack was the signal for the regulars to emerge from hiding and join in.
Polopokiv drove his suit forwards, orienting his weapon on the enemy. Citizens were spilling out of their vehicles now, recognizing the folly of remaining inside when in close quarters with Steel Guard. Three Citizens rushed one of the Nekrons, perhaps seeking to drag it down through weight of numbers. But whatever intelligence clung to the body entombed in the armor was not foolish, and the first to enter proximity to the suit was met with a crushing blow from the dual gun rig that sent the body rolling away.
The next was met with the saw.
The last had grappled with the suit and made it onto the back of the Body's suit when Polopokiv looked away. Another Body had been set alight by a flamethrower, but didn't look very impeded. Still, mostly remembered training turned Polopokiv's gun on the operator and he let loose with an exploratory volley. Heavy shells punched into three of the Citizens in the same group, and nearly instantly the unlucky Snakes had all but disappeared in short lived bursts of red and grey. Automatically tracking his shells, the Guardsman played his fire over the flame trooper and cleansed the horror from existence in a ball of liquid fire.
Polopokiv staggered for a second as his armored shell rang with impacts, then turned his weapon on the offending APC. Several other Guardsmen were doing the same, and whichever one penetrated the result was the same: the turret was peeled open by SAP shells and internal detonations while pocks and holes opened up everywhere else in it's chassis. A juddering roar from down the line caused Polopokiv to reorient in mild panic, but one of the APCs had suffered a fuel tank breach and flames were sent rippling out along the ground.
"Blades, Blade Lead. Return to formation." Polopokiv could hear the satisfaction in the Lieutenant's voice. "I'd say we've done good work herre."
Which... Was true. A squad of Russian mechanical infantry had taken on a mechanized company of Drakan Citizen soldiers, and won. Minor injuries and mechanical damage had been taken, but, even from ambush, this was about as good of a result as could be expected and better than effectively all conventional engagements with the Snakes.
Polopokiv turned his suit to look at the Nekrons: one crisped, one with a partial body hanging off of it's back, another with high caliber score marks on it's armor, and the last still having flames guttering on it's feet.
...Maybe he could tolerate them, if they always did this good of work.