Equestrian War II

As I watched my torturer being cut down, my unknown silhouette of a savior fluently stated:

"Stardust, you're okay... Thank Celestia. We're gonna make the Neighponese suffer for what they've done to you."

I canter out of the shack only to see colt-sergeant Sullivan assaulting a Neighponese infantry with a rainbow of a vocabulary. After recollecting his bearings he kneels down to an old crate with a few rifles and 1 pistol resting upon it. Sullivan hoofs me the deadly accurate Neighponese Nam-huf pistol, and tells me to choose whatever other weapon I'd desire, so I chose the forceful Type 1001 Machine Gun with a rate of fire of about 15 rounds in 2 seconds.

"Roe-Buck, signal the strike team. Let's soften these tight fillies up."

Remember that beautiful beach I mentioned about 5 days ago? Yeah, North Ameripony strike missiles are relentless, beach+missiles=you doing math, ha. When the first section of the village was tattered into flames, we progressed to a circle-shack.

"SAVE RYAN!" Sergeant Roe-Buck yells out to the team, next to me, Lance Corporal Tuey pulls out an M1000 rifle and fires 3 bullets at the Neighponese attempting to throw Ryan over the balcony into piranha waters. 2 bullets hit the Neighponese' shoulders, and 1 deadly shot attacks the skull, impaling through to the other side. Ryan is safe.

We run to the other side of the shack and find ourselves met up with reinforcements, the ones you wouldn't like if you were a soldier. Quickly I glance over the area. Snipers: 2, infantry: too many to count, Flak positions: 1 big one. Time allotted to getting off the island: strep for it.

"TAKE OUT THAT MG!"

"I CAN'T GET A CLEAR SHOT!"

"THAN SHOOT THROUGH THE DAMN WOOD!"

Finally i get fed up with the MG placement and throw the both of the MK-2 Fragmentation grenades ,I had arrived with 5 days ago, at the heavily guarded Flak placement. *click* 1, 2, 3, THROW. Then the next one: *click* 1, 2, 3, THROW. Within a couple more seconds I witness a flashing light and flying limbs.  As firing ceased to exist in that area, we went out and followed a trail and as I passed a disembodied head, I get a closer analysis at it, realizing it was the Neighponese sergeant from earlier, I leave my standard issue combat knife in the head, and make my way to catch up with the rest of the group.

"I want to get through the rest of this quick and clean. You hear me? Quick and clean!"

Sergeant Sullivan yell-whispers to us, we all understand his orders, though confused on his tone, even Roe-Buck looks back at me needing closure on what sarge just said.