The first real resistance appeared in front of them. A bunker with a few machine guns in it, and a decent concentration of enemies. In a matter of seconds, it was laid to waste. The enemy was still confused, taken by surprise. It would take them days to fully regroup if this attack was successful, but for now they had about an hour before the resistance would turn fierce.
From the five thousand troops jumping down, a large four thousand were on planet, and had started storming the enemy positions. From the 307 AA-batteries, only two had been taken out so far.
Garell landed nimbly on his feet, bending through his knees to reduce the blast, as his suit shoved a flamethrower into his left hand. He stood on his two feet again as he jumped a few feet forward, turning his shoulders as he opened fire on a few Scrals on his left. The concentrated napalm in his flamethrower seeping through the cracks in their carapace, cooking them in their own 'skins'.
He rolled on the ground as a shell passed right over his head. Without ever halting his run, he got back on his feet and returned the gesture by hurling a grenade at them, blowing them up. This was what the AAI spent countless hours on a simulator for. For concentrated close combat, at a rapid pace, without ever having a chance for a break. Where milliseconds decided survival.
He stormed forward, the nearest ally being a few hundred feet away. He could see the fortress in the distance. An entire hill turned into a network of tunnels, artillery, machine gun emplacements, booby traps, minefields, and god knows what more.
He paused, and traded his flamethrower and rifle for a sniper rifle that he quickly assembled. Their suits pretty much served as a walking armory. He aimed carefully, before shooting down a Scral by sending a nice thick through the humanoid's brain mass. He moved on to the next target. Most AA-batteries were on the surface of the gigantic fortress, making them easy pickings.
As heavy fighting started to rage all over the area, around 3800 troopers started hitting the Scral harder and harder, as they tried to take out the remaining 246 batteries.
Another pull on the trigger, another Scral going down. By now the Scral realized there were snipers outside the base, and a large assault group popped out of the holes, a few hundred Scral bearing down on less than a dozen soldiers. They couldn't have made a bigger mistake.