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So... after some digging... because as a nugget-owner I do such things...

Found out that in Vietnam it was not uncommon to take captured GI 22mm spigot launchers and weld them to the muzzles of their Mosins.
-Thus allowing them to use French/US rifle grenades (and later, chinese copies).

Missed an opprotunity, I guess...

^That's a Romey SKS, 59/66 if I'm not mistaken. Otherwise it's a crude Type 67 add-on.

Range was about 150 to 200 meters for lighter frag-nades. (175 max for modified hand grenades due to time-fuze)
-About 50 meters direct-fire with that heavy monster of a nade.

Others would just saw-off the barrel of their mosins until the barrel diameter was close enough to 22mm to function as a nade-launcher and appropriate ranging-grooves were then cut.

Really tempted to post a brief thing on how to employ a machine-gun "the soviet way". Just in case.

Lots of sciences and maths went into their instructions... they even show their work...
-They were big fans of enfilading-fire via positioning heavy weapons along the flanks, firing inwards; shifting fire outwards like a fan as friendlies advanced (in defense, from out to in as the enemy closes distance).

Anyways, more shovels to the shovel-gods. Ghe probably had plenty of time to learn how to throw one...
(In WW2, apparently there was a 2% chance that any given Russian [that would survive the war] was going to beat a German senseless with a pioneer's shovel [BSL-110])

Spike bayonet monopods, deploy!

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Accepted, with some minor formatting tweaks to yours Foster.@Lady Selune

Yeah, I think I completely skipped NPC (mostly because mind went blank as I posted, forgetting we may want a 'marksman' with a scoped SKS or something)

Annnd then I remembered that PAVN soldiers would sometime make a "stringer" of hand-grenades fastened behind their chest-rig (it's just a cord with the 'nades secured via clove-hitches and a slip-hitch of choice fastening it to the rig. Most just as a means of carrying more on the march since your milage may vary when undoing a clove-hitch that's been on something dangling on a string)

Just in case he's ever expected to lay enough traps to allow his team to ambush an entire ARVN rifle platoon.

Greetings & Welcome, @Haterade! which branch? USMC or US Army? I spent some time in the US Army.@Gunther
Will lol if he sez Soviet Army

@Cannon011 Oh, um... posts aren't organized in outline format.

Just a single thread of (un)consiousness.

@ArenaSnow You say this, but your banner indicates otherwise.

Banned for having a banner that probably should be traded with the person above you.

Name: Ghe Tou Vinh

Gender: Male
Nationality: Viet

Ethnicity: Eurasian (Franco-Vietnamese)

Appearance: Ghe is a short, thinly built young man, appearing in his mid to late twenties. Sprting a mild tan, short dark hair, a cut across his left cheek, and a broken smile just barely visible under the brim of his hat when he doesn't think anyone is looking.

Uniform: typical PAVN dark tan uniform with sun-helmet camoflouged in dyed strips of burlap. His 'web gear' consisted of the standard aluminum belt-buckle using a canvas-duck webbing salvaged earlier, holding two four-pocket greande-pouches and his shovel. His aluminum canteen has been 'personalized' with an exaggerated 'kill count' of things he'd attacked (five trucks, three machine gun nests, two half-tracks, and a fighter-jet). Also provided was a 10 pouch chest-rig for his SKS which made for a handier bondolier than his soviet-issue pouches (he poked holes in each pouch to facilitate better drainage).

His rucksack held a pair of landmines and a spare demolition kit for the sappers.

Armaments: Type 56 Carbine, Eight Type 77 "short stick" grenades, machette, 2 landmines, and a satchel-charge.

Personality: Confrontational and short tempered, yet eager enough to prove himself to do whatever task was asked of him; as long as he was allowed to voice his 'concerns'.

History: Born in 1936 to mixed parentage of a wealthy French landowner. His prosperous life soon changed for the worse however in 1940, when with the downfall of a country halfway across the globe, to another country just as far away, passed all their land to the Japanese who detested all of an impure bloodline. He was taken from his family to be re-educated. There he heard of a resistance-movement along the country's borders, and dreamt of joining them, to rid his land of these occupiers.

When he was ten, the war was nearly over, and the Japanese had started to crack-down on anyone with any ties to France... so he fled, he fled to the only place left for him. For five months he was pursued, even with the occassional aid of the Viet Minh sympathizers he'd occassionally befriend along the way... When he arrived to enlist, he was turned-down for a combat-role, and instead was sent to tend fields and bring food and water to the wounded, a task he begrudgingly accepted.

When he'd heard that the French liberators were planning on placing the same administrator as they had during the worst days of occupation, he knew that the French government could no longer be entrusted with the safety of his land, they had to leave. That day, September second, of 1945... however, famine had struck, and he was needed to feed the hungry masses in northern Vietnam. Here is when he learned how to drive. It was then that Chinese intervention forced the French to reconsider their claimed war-prize of Vietnam.

When he was finally old enough to fight, peace broke out. He joined anyways, knowing that part of their trouble had stemmed from not being able to fight when trouble came.

That time came in 1959, with the outbreak of all-out conflict to re-unify the land under a strong and able leadership.

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