The Battle for Equestria

Day 67

Hello once again diary, or journal, yeah, that DOES sound manlier.

Today we had steak for lunch instead of the regular MRE shit we get usually. Command must be celebrating the battle we won here in the south side of Shanghai. We pushed the Chinese out of there in ONLY five hours! Automatic AA systems shot down another Chinese spy drone today, they didn't have to announce that they had downed it. You wanna know why? Because it crash landed about only 40 feet away from the camp! No one was injured though. Command has been telling us that the Russians are on their way. The Russians aren't on China's side either, so it looks like it's gonna be a three way. We're rolling out, going straight to the heart of this war, don't know if this'll be my last entry.

Nolan Bates - Sniper

Nolan snapped the book shut, clipping it to his backpack that was on the table in front of him. Nolan was sitting in a small tent, with a table, and a makeshift bed sprawled out on the ground. He finished clipping the journal to his backpack, and slipped the backpack over his shoulders and put it on. He grabbed his M40A5 rifle, and walked out of the tent.

The army camp he was stationed at was placed in a parking lot in downtown Shanghai. There were various army transport vehicles lined up towards the road, with helicopters taking off from rooftops. Tanks were speeding down the road, towards the upcoming fight. Nolan frowned. He was a fun loving dude, was a class clown his entire life, he did NOT belong in the USMC. He might have been a great sniper, but he didn't like it.

He heard his name called, he looked over to what he determined was the source. He saw two other soldiers that stood out from the others that were running to their various means of transports. He saw his two squad mates, standing near an MRAP. Gerard, and Jake. Gerard was an Asian-American man, Nolan's best friend,  and he was slightly taller than Nolan. Gerard was a medic, and had stitched up a pretty bad wound on Nolan several times. One time, Nolan's hand was bleeding and cut up because he got into a CQC situation, and busted his hand on the hostile's head, but it DID knock the enemy out, and gave him a concussion. Jake was Caucasian, much like Nolan. He was a support. Jake was much stronger than anyone Nolan has ever known, being able to carry two giant extra ammo bags, an LMG, and all the ammo for it.

Now's the time for Nolan's description. He was a tall man. He was a sniper, and was DAMN good at it too, didn't like fighting much though. He had messy light brown hair, and the moment he would comb it, it'd immediately get scruffy again. He wore a boonie, and a bandanna that he put over his mouth. You might be thinking he did it for the cool factor, but no, the pollution in the air was a bit toxic. Command advised soldiers to wear masks or bandannas.

Nolan clipped the sniper rifle to his chest, and ran towards the truck, Gerard and Jake got in the back, and two soldiers that Nolan did not recognize got in the front two seats. Jake held the door open for Nolan with one hand, but pulled him in with great force with the other.

Nolan sat down on the padded seat that was hanging off the wall. The passenger leaned back, looking at Gerard. "Where do you wanna get off? Straight to the fight?" He asked. "I see you got a sniper, he'll probably want to be dropped off before we get there." Nolan nodded when the passenger said that. "Yeah, drop off our sniper near a tall building, and then we'll head straight to the fight."

Gerard answered.

The truck started up, pushing itself forward, and enters the convoy of tanks, trucks, and jeeps. Helicopters flying over head.

"Let's get this started!" The commander announced confidently over the hand radios that's connected to each soldier's shoulders. Jake fist pumped.

"We're gonna fuck. them. up." He said loudly. Nolan cringed a bit when he heard the gunshots start up in the city, the fight has begun. Prepare for death.

"What about the Russians?" Gerard asked. "Command said that they were approaching, but will they be here for the fight?"

"They weren't too far off, they're gonna be here to fight." Nolan said, looking out the window at the abandoned city. Civilians had evacuated the second U.S. troops entered the city. Nolan blinked, pulling the bandanna off his face for the first time in the day. He rubbed his chin, feeling the recently shaved stubble. He had a recently shaved mustache, too. It had a certain style to it. Some people called it a 'pornostache' or 'molestache'. (Some people being Gerard, and most of his friends back in the states.)

He put the bandanna back up, looking back up at Gerard, who was sitting across from him, then to Jake who was stretching out, lying sideways on the seat.

"Ok, this building's perfect!" The passenger suddenly announced, and the truck halted to a stop. Knocking Jake against the wall, making him grumble while rubbing the back of his head.

Nolan looked out of the window, seeing the 30ish story building raising above the 10 story or shorter buildings next to it. Nolan used his leg to knock the door open, and slid out. He sprinted to the building (gunshots were now constant, it was rare that there was a 5 second length of time without a burst of assault rifle shots, or an explosion.) Nolan, fearing getting snipped by a rooftop sniper, stopped behind a piece of cover half way to the building. He sighed, and whipped some sweat off of his forehead.

He finished the sprint, and bashed in a door that had a sign on it that translated to "Employees Only" He clipped the sniper rifle to his chest, and pulled his M9 out of his pistol holster that was on his chest.  He waved it around the lobby. The place was some sort of hotel. He quietly made his way to the elevators, but right as he was about to enter it, he heard a very small, ever so quiet creak come from behind him. Nolan spun around, seeing a non-American soldier, he acted on instinct, and slapped the pistol aimed at him with his left hand, as he aimed his M9 at the attacker's chest and shot twice.

With a slump the attacker fell. Nolan sighed, and examined the body. Surprised to see it was not a Chinese soldier, it was a Russian! He grabbed his portable radio.

"Command?" He called out. Right as he was about to ask again, the commander spoke.

"What soldier?" He asked.

"I just killed a Russian soldier, they're not on their way! They're here!" Nolan announced looking around the room.

"Great, thanks for the info soldier." The commander thanked. "Commander out."

A few seconds later Nolan's radio went off again. "Attention all soldiers, the Russians are here, and are hostile towards both us, and the Chinese, over." He said. Then the radio fell silent. Nolan turned and rushed to the elevator, selecting the roof before anyone had the chance to jump out at him.

The elevator opened after a 30 second, elevator music filled ride. Nolan walked to the edge of the building, looking down at the fire and chaos below. Gunshots cut through the polluted air every second that ticked.

Nolan set up his sniper rifle on the railing, and looked through the scope. He overlooked an entire battle. He saw cars being run over by tanks, he saw helicopters raining hell-fire down on people below. He saw people getting shot down. It was utter chaos.

He looked through a window pane on a small two-story building about 300 meters away from Nolan, He zoomed in his scope, and peered through the glass, looking for any movement. The glass busted as a bullet pierced out of it, and at an American squad below. The squad ran to cover, but couldn't fire back, as the hostile in the window had them suppressed.

The people popped up in the window, revealing the culprits to be three Russian soldiers. Nolan immediately adjusted for bullet drop, and shot. Killing one of the three. He cycled the bolt, and aimed back at the window, but saw something in the scope also. A Chinese soldier ran out of an alley way holding a red flare. He saw the Russians and whipped the flare on the buildings roof, but soon after, was shot down by the American squad taking cover about five feet away. The Russians didn't notice the flare, so they kept shooting, but soon, a Chinese attack Jet passed over the building shooting hundreds of bullets down the street, piercing the roof, killing everyone inside.

Utter chaos, death and destruction. THIS is what the war brought. Nolan frowned, searching for a new target. Yet again, he heard a quiet noise behind him, it's a wonder how he heard it through the chaos and destruction of the battle, but no matter. He whipped around again, seeing a Russian soldier again. He attempted to grab his pistol out of the Russian's hands, and it worked, he ripped it out of his hands, and stumbled when the Russian fought back, kicking Nolan towards the edge of the building. He stumbled back and hit the railing, nearly flipping over it and falling to his death, but he didn't and was lucky for it. The pistol, on the other hand, flipped out of his hands, and fell off.

Nolan grunted, and stood up, the first thing he saw when he looked up was a knee coming towards his face, getting knee'd in the face doesn't feet great y'know? Nolan was leaning against the railing again, and the Russian took this as an advantage, and grabbed Nolan, and started trying to force him over the edge.

"просто чертовски умереть!" The Russian blurted out. Continuing the fight. Nolan fought back, weakly punching his gasmask with his left hand, as he held on to the railing with his right, as to not fall.

The Russian suddenly stopped pushing, and Nolan fell to the ground. Nolan looked up, expecting a gun to be shoved in his face, but the Russian had backed off, he was now staring up into the sky, just standing there, staring. Nolan stood up turning to whatever the Russian was staring at.

"Oh shit." He said simply.

The Chinese attack jet from before had turned around, and was making another pass, it was aiming straight for them.

They died very painlessly, and quickly. After they were shredded by the mini-guns, the Russian just simply fell over dead, whereas Nolan fell off the edge.

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Discord sat watching. This... this violence, this war, this... this chaos. He loved it, he wished to have an army of his own, as violence was unheard of in Equestria. Or it least it HAS been unheard of. Back before the times of harmony, the "Princess Celestia Era" so about 1000 years back, Equestria was a lawless wasteland. Children stories and books and plays tend to leave this out, but before Celestia came along, Pegasi, Earth Ponies, and Unicorns were in a bloody, death filled war. Much like the Chinese, Americans, and Russians are in right as he thought. If he managed to bring these humans TO Equestria, he could... he could very well rule the entire planet.

Oh if only, if only he could do that! OH WAIT! HE TOTALLY CAN! Using his powers, Discord planed to bring one of the forces to Equestria to work for him. He'd have to make them ponies so they can blend in, but he'd give them abilities to stand and run on two hooves, and use guns, if they were regular ponies, they would not have been able to do either of those. Maybe a few Americans, or Russians would get over too, but no matter, without Discord calling to them and bringing them together like he would the Chinese, they'd either get jailed, or wander into the Everfree and get eaten by timber wolves.

Discord laughed to himself.

With just a snap of his fingers, the plan would be set in motion.

SNAP