One of the best moments in Berget 8 for me was a long recon mission we more or less set-up ourselves, which i gleefully call "Four Kings".
Saturday morning, talking about 4-5 AM, after the rainy friday battles, we were soaked and pretty much tired. After an unsuccessful attack on the 3rd(afaik) poldavian base, we were in pretty low morale aswell, and were roasting our shoes and our socks near the small campfire we improvised. I kept pushing the guys for a small recon mission, and after a lot of go betweens and some guidance from Blackwolf we decided what to do.
Only three other people from my squad were up for this besides me, Artistu (Arti) which would lead the squad, Bunicu and Tom. Our primary goal was to try and find a potential nuclear device which was being held most likely at the Uranium Storage and maybe capture some SP's.
So we put on our wet socks in our wet boots, we loaded up our gear with water in the camelbaks and a poncho, not that it would have helped anymore, loaded our mags and set forth. Our first objective was to get the Scrapyard. So we exited the NAF 23rd base and went at it through the forests. The map we were using was my map, which was the map BE gave us and was in a bit of a soak to begin with, but we made the most of it. After a bit of getting lost and some chills as we passed silently by Jacob's Hill, we finally reached the main road leading to the Scrapyard.
We came at it via the south side. After a bit of recon, we found that it was being occupied by a few poldavian troops. We went around the west side, with the path leading to the river. We found a way up the huge wall and we reconed the situation yet again, this time with zero enemies being reported. Three men went in via the river/fence and i was trying to get on the roof of the building to provide cover. I had to climb a damned ladder 30 cm wide, with army boots and at the top i i came face to face with a huge metal container. Moving it sort of killed all the stealth of the op because of the huge 'SCREECH' sound.
After a lot of sort of sneaking and stealthing on my part, by the time i got up on the building, my squadmates were making a run for the main bunker at the scrapyard. I covered them for a while then rejoined, and soon after at 6:11, we captured the SP. We realised that the poldavians left for homebase and gameoff and we proceeded onto our next objective, the Old Drilling site, but not before photographing everything there. Tom had a camera with us which we used to take a picture of every important thing we saw.
After crossing the river by doing a bit of a nasty jump and continued up to the forrest, we came to a small camp-site/shelter. There we found a huge stash of firewood, firewood which we could have greatly used in the base. After deciding not to weigh ourselves down. The squad rested there and tried to find our way again by piecing together the map which was disintegrating with every use.
Shortly after, we found the Old Drilling site, which, while showing signs of a battle, was totally empty and clear. Photographed it again from all angles and a few 'action-shots' and we left for the road.
We then had to make a big decision. Should we push onwards all the way to the Uranium storage or go back? If we did this, there is no turning back, we could not call in a transport and we might not find anything by going there anyway, but we had a point of interest in the way.
It was decided after much consideration to go the 3-4km, on foot, through hills and sloaps and mud, to the Uranium Storage. We would do this by fallowing the road till we get near the power lines, then fallowing them all the way up to the objectives.
That road would become the hardest path any of us most likely have ever taken. It involved climbing muddy hills with high, dense vegetation, with some of them being pretty steep sometimes and crossing a swamp after a rainstorm. By the time we hit and passed the swamp, we were completely wet. I was joking i had a 'silicon mass' under my feet. By now the water in the boots was warm and cozy and added a bit of grams to the total weight of the gear.
We proceeded to push onwards for the better part of an hour after which we stopped. We stopped for a good reason... the PsyOps base. After some perimeter checking up and making sure it's clear Arti went in with only the camera and took pictures of absolutely all the defences, of a civilian car being used by the PsyOps and a lot of useful landscape and strategic info. The whole situation was pretty tense because we were literally a rock-throw away from being shot at with a few hundred bb's per second.
After a short photo-session with ourselves with the Prison in the background, our squad continued their journey north. We continued to stick to the power lines, even though it was a hard road. By now my map was totally useless as it was literally a mass of paper rolled up in a ball. We took a left when the road got near and moved on. Took us another kilometer of hard road but after a while and after some second guessing, we came to the Uranium Storage. The trip had been long and hard and we were in bad shape. We reached our destination.
A green building, locked out with a fence and a big lock, with nothing showing anywhere, except some strange signs paintd with a spray can on the ground in front of it. We photographed and then sat down defeated.
No bomb. We were tired as hell. Almost when we were to call game off and call in our friend with a car to pick us up, one of us said
"what's the time?"
"8:36, why?"
"arent the bases coming on at 9:00?"
"..yes?"
"then let's attack the psyops base and totally ruin their day"
"...you serious?"
"FVCK YEAH!"
Totally reinvigorated by that ideea, also because we had some romanian friends in that camp, (
), we called the car anyway, asking it to pick us up at 9:05 in front of the base. We made great time going downhill and we were throwing ideeas on what to do and what to say when we get there. The general ideea that stuck was to get there, get to and ram the front gate and kill everyone we see. After pushing ourselves from the energy reserves we didn't even knew we had we reached the Psyops base at about 08:56.
The prison speakers were running music, i think wake-up music for the detainees, which my ear cough as being Linkin Park.
9:01. We casually stroll via the main road north to south to their front gate, which was unguarded. We started to catch glimpse of masses of psyops doing morning things. Eating, talking, briefing... some slowly raising their heads and making a "what are they doing here?" face.
9:02. One handed i raised my AK74U and unloaded a whole midcap magazine on the people eating. My comrades in arms did the same thing to the other masses of people there all while running to *their* front-forward barricades.
AK still firing another mag was emptied by the time we reached the barricades. Glimpses of surprise were caught forever in my mind as people tripped over tents and sleeping bags trying to reach their guns, as people yelled hit with food in their mouths and as most of them were just calling hits in their underware. I also yelled out "GOOOOOOOOOOOD MORNING" in between one of the mag changes... Was gonna finish that with "VIETNAM", but a hail of bb's made me reconsider.
9:03. Me and my friends were at the barricades, unloading whole magazines seemingly randomly, just looking for targets of oppourtunity. Not long passed and we went down one by one under the spray of bb's and the precise shooting of Systemas. I think we gave the medics about 10-20 pacients by the time we were done.
9:04. The offgame car came and we called out "GAME OFF" as we left whole squads of poldavians searching for the 'rest' of the strike force, some of them even congratulating us on the 'wakeup call'.
A few minutes later, we were in the base, respawning, and a while later, our platoon leader was debriefing our battalion commander.
For us, that was mission completed... and one Berget moment to remember and retell.