"Alright, we'll be landing here in a few minutes," Sergeant Belmont said looking out the window watching the flares fire in small clumps. Three at a time, then four, then maybe two.

"Thirty seconds," Sergeant Belmont alerted grabbing the door, "all up, be prepared to become under fire. Move fast and get to cover," Sergeant Belmont said his voice a little shaky. The was a loud thud from the ramp outside hitting the ground. Sergeant Belmont pushed the doors open and was followed by two of his troops. The third standing directly right of Natasha fired his rifle at the defenders that resided still at their farmstead.

"Get off the fucking ship you cowards," Sergeant Belmont said, "Natasha stick with me." Snippy rushed past Natasha and took off up the closest hill getting behind proper cover to provide over watch. The first three hid behind whatever rocks or trees that were available still firing at the farmhands, keeping their heads down. The mounted machine guns laid bursts of fire from the deck of the airship ripping holes through the farmers houses and spraying dirt and rocks to all the walls.