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Text taken from the post by Evgeny Norin
Rook is an SU-25 ground interdiction fixed wing fighter
Crests is Russian slang for Ukrainian soldiers.
Militants are Ukrainians soldiers.
VSUshnik are Ukrainian soldiers.
Mobilized are Ukrainian men between 16 and 70 who are pressed into Ukrainian military service.
Muscovites are Russians.
AGS-17 is a Russian made automatic grenade launcher.
DTK is the Russian brand of muzzle brake made for AKs, especially the AK-74.
About the soldiers who captured the first captured American BMP "Bradley" M2A2 ODS.
How the assault detachment "Kerch" fights
When the “offensive” began, we were sent to reinforce various strongholds, where, according to intelligence, there would most likely be an assault in the near future. We traveled often, but not every time the VSU officers managed to get to our positions in principle. So we just acted as moral support for the mobilized. The backbone of our platoon is about twenty militants themselves and a dozen more drivers, signalmen and people who are simply useful in the household. So they fought.
At one fine moment, the crests pushed the Muscovites from the *** regiment a little. It all started as a typical amplification. We were divided into groups of six people. Some had to sit in positions for three days, others, and then they would take us off for rest. We just sit and wait, you never know what task will be. Well, the first six people sat. And on the third day, attempts by the Armed Forces of Ukraine to come to us began.
On two BMPs, they tried to lead troops into the forest belt on neutral so that they would sit there before the assault. One BMP was blown up by a mine, and ours began to shoot at the landing. The crests calmed down, there was silence all day. Six served time, our turn came. We came, sat down to drink tea, asked where and what, what kind of dugout to occupy. And at that moment a report comes to the company commander that crests are in tenth position. Three mobilized people who were sitting there saw the Ukrainians and ran away.
The tenth position is a small height, a hillock between three forest belts. Everything around is burned out, knocked out by tanks, artillery, trees burned down. And then the Ukrainians came to her. They broke through to the next position, but there they were stopped by the mobilized. We also went to shoot from a machine gun, helped to pull out the wounded. But until we started working. The whole day we sat under shelling. Three volleys of 122mm BM-21 "Gradov", tanks, even a plane arrived. By evening, ours came up - this is the first six that we replaced.
Muscovites have not yet had time to dig the trenches completely. Two positions were ready there, and all the rest were dugouts, not connected by trenches. That is, it was necessary to run just on the surface. And it was necessary to run to position number 8. So we started to run across, and at some point I look: oh, the plane, now it will break into Ukrainians.
They tell me: yes, no, he flies from the wrong side. I look out and see, really, "Rook" is flying from the other side. I say: come on, probably ours, crests don’t have aviation
... BOOM !! Damn, NURS. Missed. Lucky.
He flew wildly dangerous, low, turns around, and I look, really, a huge trident on the tail, you can see it directly. Just goof off. A very scary thing, it’s good that he didn’t hit - he came in at a very high speed. If I hit the fifth position, where a lot of people gathered, it would be really bad. We ran to the position under tank fire.
But it was getting dark, he stopped shooting, left, and we ourselves began to fire at crests. Our people are already experienced, literate, they understood that going on the attack now is nonsense, so they simply began to process them from RPGs and AGS-17. We have a young boy there, Athlete, he is 19 and will be turning soon. He is now in a hospital in the Crimea, the second wound in two weeks.
And then he just decided to come with us - he jumped into the car, like in a movie, at the last moment: "I'll go!" – it was too late to pull out. He fired five times from a grenade launcher, smeared everything, but then on the sixth time he hit - already screams could be heard. He is 19 and will be turning 19 soon. He is now in a hospital in the Crimea, the second wound in two weeks.
"Varyag" (Kuzmen)
After that, the seam on his back parted - his wound had not yet healed, shrapnel, from a tank shell. Well, we put him to bed and went to bed ourselves. At night, our troops became more active, shot at the Ukrainian reinforcements, and did not let them approach.
In the morning at seven o'clock we got up, drank some water, had breakfast, brushed our teeth. I managed to watch the movie, Diamond Cop, on my phone. Well, they say: that's it, we need to storm.
On the radio, some officer says: “Whoever takes the post, that “Man” immediately!” We decided that he was joking about the orders there, but, of course, let's go.
The head of the group, Odessa - he really is from Odessa - then cursed: “I told you, morons, four grenades for a bulletproof vest, two in a grenade. Who from your sports team took four armor grenades?
You, you, and what about the rest? And the rest just scored and forgot awake.
Odessa is a private, he joined the Russian Armed Forces recently, after being wounded, when the Wagner did not shine for him because of his health. But on this exit, he was the eldest.
Okay, we started to approach the Ukrainians. Before that, our FPV drone hit, then the prisoner said that the drone had wounded three people, and the Armed Forces hid. For the first time, it was like we jumped into a trench, and no one fired at us.
We moved there on foot, there is a distance of 500 meters. We moved slowly along the forest belt. We looked carefully, thought that the crests had mined everything - they mined, in principle, just not where we were going. The last throw is eighty meters.
And the four of us rushed! Me, Shmyga and Horse. Shmyga is a guy of 19 years old, a meter with a cap, last time I talked about him, this is who loves anime girls. Horse is also brand new, an 18-year-old boy, instead of an urgent appointment, he went to fight with us. And the fourth is Malaya, a guy from Donetsk with a very long track record and a difficult fate. Shell-shocked, but does not want to go to rest. After 2014, he has a hefty tooth for crests.
Four of us jumped into the trenches - the first. Leshy came up from behind - a bearded man, who later filmed from the Bradley - and they began to exchange fire. We leaned out of the trenches, fired, the guys at that time went to the flank, and we were left with Shmyga alone. Shmyga went ahead, I covered him.
Some kind of crest began to approach, Shmyga worked on him, shot the store - and then another VSUshnik crawled out of the fox hole from the side. He hesitated, Shmyga managed to jump back, I fired a magazine at him, but missed. Shmyga throws a grenade, the second - and then we hear the cry "I'm all!".
Shmyga shouts: "Uncle, look at me!" He takes him by the collar with his hand, pulls him out of the hole, here I am and Google, our spotter, he came up from behind, yelling: “Drop your weapon!”
Shmyga also yells: “Uncle, come on, drop the machine gun!” And he throws the gun to the side. Shmyga yells: “You were taken by a nineteen-year-old pi ** yuk !!!”
However, Odessa slightly strangled him to tie him up, like George Floyd. But nothing, everything ended well in the end, our prisoner recovered. Well, they grabbed a Ukrainian, began to move along the trenches. Shooting from the loopholes began. I threw a grenade into the trench, where another VSUshnik was sitting, he dug into the dugout. Horse ran up and also threw a grenade.
We shout to him: “Khokhol, are you still alive there ?!”
-"Ah-ah-ah!"
“Are you going to give up?”
- "Glory to Ukraine!"
“Well, then you don’t have to!” He also tried to get a first-aid kit, but the Horse ran in there, and they just made a sieve.
We took the radio from him. And from it we heard how many KIAs, and wounded they have there, who is where.
The guys moved forward even more, shot with crests, made a couple of headshots, went out and hit another fleeing Ukrainian in the back. But I lagged behind, there the trench was broken, boards everywhere, and I'm big, I can't get through. Well, Google is just clumsy.
There, farther on, the trenches completely fell asleep, and it was hard for the Ukrainians to hide. But the terrible thing began when the crests also began to lean back with grenades. These are American grenades, where the shooting of the staple is hard to hear.
It flies, fuck understand what has arrived. A terrible, in fact, weapon - it can fly in and you won’t hear anything. There, a grenade fell on a bag in front of the trench, I fall on my back, cover my head with my hands, I think that's it, but nothing happened. Exploded on the parapet. We threw a couple of Ukrainian grenades back at them.
At this point, we almost had a fight. Goblin retreated, and in the trench they met with Google, and that DTK on the machine was red-hot, and he accidentally stroked his cheek. And they both stood up to their full height and began to sort things out. Orcs for real. And Shmyga is like this: “Guys, don’t quarrel, crests need to be kneaded right now!” - such a gremlin.
Everything was close there, and then we hear on the trophy radio: “Orcs are fighting with themselves! Crazy, right? Probably the cons!”
Then we stopped firing, we are waiting for the grenades to be brought up, and the group of reinforcements is already coming after us - those guys who were supposed to stay in this position. And I hear on the radio:
“What, where are the orcs?
“Yes, they dumped, probably already.”
We started shooting, purely so that life would not seem like honey, and there: “Ah, net, net, they didn’t dump it.”
I went to the bunker "to shoot through" - and the group had already secured us. I see the entire battlefield there and just shoot in different directions so that crests do not raise their heads once again.
I stand and suddenly notice that there is no one from our platoon except Shmyga. Shmyga went to look around the trenches. In reality, he says, there is no one. Well, it's just that we have already started a group of reinforcements, and our platoon pulled back - it's done. And I stood on the backache and didn’t hear a thing, I only had a ringing in my ears.
The group of zakrep is already crowding into the trenches, we tell them to go, they say, back and forth. I stand in the cross, firing at the Ukrainians, and Shmyga sits to himself, recording a video diary.
All this time, a drone was flying over us, correcting who was where, we were covered by a tank, mortars were working on the retreating Ukrainians. The tank destroyed the car that was trying to bring reinforcements, the mortars fired at the landing on which the crests came, and worked there for the group that came for their wounded.
Google was on the radio, he, together with Odessa, directed the tank and artillery, oriented the headquarters what was happening. In general, everything was excellent with support and communication. As a result, we got lost only when the whole thing was already done.
And here comes a very imposing crest. With weapon. It is covered to the waist with a parapet. Looks at me. And I'm in a multicam, without identification marks.
I ask him: “Who are you?” - not "Who", but "Who".
And he says: "Taras Petrenko."
Me: “What are you going to do here?” - and then behind me appears the commander of the group zakrep, callsign "Junk". So he came without a helmet, but with a black cap with a huge white “Z” on it.
And, apparently, the Little Russian saw this and said: "Give up." And slowly, as in a western, raises the machine gun.
I told him: "So you remove the weapon." And after that, the shooting began almost point-blank. Taras Petrenko disappeared behind the parapet. We threw two efkas, but, apparently, he crawls so fast, like a cockroach, that he managed to crawl away.
A very lucky person. It’s a pity that he crawled away - he had cool ballistic glasses, if everything worked out, I would take them. Well, after that, we did our job, the group settled down in position, and Shmyga and I ran to the starting points. And then they start shooting at us. I was a little muffled - a bullet flew by. And I was stunned and I think something like: "Taras, damn it, what are you doing."
We retreat, but everything is just beginning, because crests are evil, and they begin to hit all positions in turn from everything that is. The Polka fired - a 62 mm Polish mortar, it is quiet, but we heard “exits”, which means that it was standing somewhere nearby.
Cannon artillery fired, Grads, two tanks. Here are the tanks - thanks to our Ka-52s - knocked out right during this battle. They were killed right in front of my eyes.
We got to ours. I'm like: Odessa, let me take off my helmet quickly, because it's hot as fuck, and I still need to refuel. Well, I take off my helmet, armor, refueled everything, put on my clothes, and then a mine hit the parapet in front of me, it was jammed. We ran further along the trenches, because we see a drone hanging above us, and it directs their artillery at us.
The problem here is that the unit that was changing in front of us took with them the only drone piercer in position. There are no complaints about them, this is, in principle, their gun, they didn’t know that those who replace them don’t have such. And our platoon drone piercer had broken down by that time. In general, it was just lucky this time that no one was hurt.
In general, I leave the trench, we continue to retreat, there is just Athlete with his parted seam and Volga, another guy who covered our flank - excellent, by the way, he covered.
And then we hear the drone very close and understand that this is FPV. Burrowed under a bush, we sit, we wait. Arta is down and we can hear him buzzing. He flew close, flew away, and then we hear how he accelerates - he flies at us. The operator, apparently, doubted, and then realized that we were still sitting there. We rushed, the Volga jumped into the trench, but I just didn’t have time to see it.
And in front of me, the grass is just burning, a fallen tree is burning, and I jumped over all this, as in Buinov's video about the Airborne Forces. I see a trench ahead, I fall there, and then a drone flies over me. BOOM! But I'm already in a trench.
I don’t have any strength anymore, I’m also deafened. I rolled over and just crawled like a turtle to the dugout.
There is a mobilizant, he says, what, how, I told him: “Water!” - he gives me a five-liter, and I blew one and a half liters in one fell swoop.
And here again "Grad" starts to work. I lie huddled in a ball, and some fragment flies into the trench. And he was so hot that he immediately burned my leg and ass a little bit. And I thought I was hurt. Well, damn it, I think, damn it, I just shot back, grenades, drones, everything is fine, and then some garbage - and in the ass! But this guy says: yes, everything is fine there. And I understand that it's just a piece of shrapnel burned through the pants.
Well, then our detachment organized mobilizers for defense, because the "Junk" was also shell-shocked. But without our dead, on the other hand, it’s already good.
All in all, it was a good day. We took six helmets, three machine guns, a bulletproof vest and a Ukrainian coat for ourselves. When we got back to our place, this captive crest was still sitting at the bottom of the trench, and I was looking for my backpack; our Muscovites took it away by mistake
- Dantes, damn it, if you are reading this, the headphones cost money there, return it.
And so, our prisoner was sitting there, and when I was getting over him, I stumbled and inadvertently stepped on him. And I say, oh shit, I'm sorry.
Nothing terrible, he says. There was also a wounded man sitting there from another post. He looks at us and says: “Guys, you are, of course, cool, it’s scary to ride with you.”
Well, and only then our platoon captured the Bradley. The guys went to the position that they stormed, and there they grabbed the abandoned Bradley. There was a little gunfire, and the crests ran away. Apparently, at the moment when he was driving to the post, the marines who were standing nearby hit him, and the crew fled.
In general, as Google says, “emotions are unreal, boys, sign up for an assault platoon.”
(c) Evgeny Norin
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