Huge dropships zoom by over head filled with troops, plummiting into combat like lambs to the slaughter. Torn down by mounted guns ripping through squardrons, shooting down dropships as they land;shockwaves rippling the skies. There was a moment of silence before that dropped open, soldiers hearts beating through their flak vests; They grip the metal of their weapon and pour out firing left, right aand centre. The roar of the battlefield was tremendous, guns firing,rockets exploding, this genuinley was hell and they were in the middle of it. Troops cowered behind rocks, containers and anything that can block bullets. They had the bridge and they wernt gonna give it up. 2 snipers steadily snuck closer sticking to the shadows and out of the view of the turrets blinding rage. In postion he waited patiently for his moment, pulling the scope up to his eye and watching the turret gunner like a hawk. The sniper got his break and took the shot, the bullet torre his mask straight off and the bullet pierced through his brain and farced it out through the back of his head. Spraying the soldier behind him into blindness. The attacking soldiers fell out from cover and swept through the barricade taking out the enemy soldiers. The single bullet of an expert sniper through the tide of the battle and the bridge was reclaimed, it was a vital route for supply convoys and resource transporting. The EDF moved into placed and set up the bridge as theirs; Cleared the bodys and burned the enemys bodys in celebration. With the bridge and the resources clearing out the VSI for good will be an easy run through. The next day the EDF rounded up a few of the most dangerous squadrons and brutal roughnecks.