The M60 fired its last two rounds and managed to take the tracks off of a Tiger I, Orton smiled as he yelled, “Ram it!”
The Tiger fired and the round smashed straight into the turret of the M60, Orton was hit and a shard of mental pierced through the top of his kneecap. Pain shot through his leg but he did not care.
The M60 smashed into the Tiger head on the force broke both of the tank’s tracks on the impact side. Orton and his crew could do nothing as their tank was surrounded by three hungry tigers. The tanks opened fire and heat rushed over the American crew.
The Aryan forces could now sense blood; their tanks swarmed towards the White House like a group of great white sharks that had realized their prey was weak from blood loss.
Most of the gunners on the lawn tried to make a run for it when the armored behemoths came straight at them. The tanks fired at the fleeing infantry, most of them disappeared in plumes of violet light.
Others did remain and fight but the rounds had no effect on the super heavy tanks who just ignored the infantry as they rolled on through them. They Aryan fortress tanks instead fired on the White House itself.
Breaches were opened up through the front and rear main entrances as well as in the walls themselves. Agnew, Westmoreland and the men in black could feel the vibrations for the first time. Agnew slumped in his chair as another explosion rocked the foundations of the building.
Tiger I’s mopped up what the Maus chose to ignore, they hosed down the area with the plasma machine guns mounted to their turrets. A young boy who had been drafted into the infantry hid beneath the bodies of his fallen platoon. He waited until a Tiger had passed him then he sprang to his feet and aimed the anti tank launcher. He fired and the round hit the side of the Tiger. The tank stopped and smoke poured from the wound.
The boy, who must have been no older than fourteen tried to reload his launcher but he was cut down by fire from the supporting infantry. The trenches along the lawn were quickly overrun and now the main building itself was the target for the approaching infantry.
Several of the Panther tanks had switched to smoke rounds and fired at the freshly made breaches in the exterior of the iconic building. The smoke detonated on target and quickly spread confusion and panic among the volunteers.
The Aryans fired into the melee and their rounds cut down anyone who was unfortunate enough to be standing around the gap, trying to get a shot. The smoke did not hinder the Aryans, who were using thermal technology to locate their targets.
The units trying to hold the breaches had no chance as they were overwhelmed by the sheer weight of plasma fire. The rounds were accurate as well, the Americans had no way to see where the fire was coming from and just returned fire in all directions.
Ten minutes later the Aryan forces felt confident enough to charge at the building. Under the cover of smoke, they advanced quickly across the devastated grass. They forced their way through the opening under heavy machine gun fire.
The Americans knew this was their last stand and even the volunteers stood and fought. They had nowhere to run anyway.
Four browning machine guns concentrated their fire on a cluster of enemy infantry who had just fought their way through the opening. The rounds sliced through the armor with ease, the whole group were dead in seconds.
The Marines who had tucked themselves away on the main staircase continued to fire and gradually the stream of enemy soldiers began to stop. The Marines gave each other a high five and then continued to watch for any movement below.
As the fighting grew more desperate along the West Wing, the Aryan soldiers threw smoke grenades down the hall and then waited for a few seconds before firing on the American positions.
One room after another was cleared in this style.
Four men from the 191st Calvary division were crawling through a maze of smoke-filled corridors as they tried to fall back. They heard footsteps from the other side of a door, they waited on the floor until the door eased open; they fired.
Screams of anguish came from the other side of the barely open door and that was when all hell broke loose as the machine gun started firing in a long panicked burst. The battle cry from the operator came in English and the Calvary men knew they had made a mistake.
The men shouted as loud as they could to warn the men on the other side of the door that they were friendlies but they could not make themselves heard over the noise of the machine gun. The men stayed on the floor, the Sergeant pulled a grenade from his belt, pulled the pin and then launched it through the door.
The Sergeant said a prayer as the grenade went off and the machine gun fell silent. The Calvary men went to inspect the damage. Four women lay dead at their positions.
“Shit.” was all the men could get out as they bowed their heads. They did not have time to reflect on the disaster though as they came under heavy fire from burning plasma rounds.
The Aryan forces worked their way systematically through the White House, clearing one room after another. They enjoyed their extermination work and they were good at it. They burst through a large wooden door and were met by a group of young men.
The Americans did not fire upon the enemies as their rifles were empty but the man closest to the door ran at the Aryan stood in front of him and swung his rifle at his head. The Aryan blocked the blow with his wrist and the forcefully ripped the rifle from the man’s hands.
The other men in the room charged at the Aryan but he was too strong and repelled all of his attackers, he turned to the man who had attacked him with the rifle and grabbed him by the throat; he lifted him clean of his feet and threw him across the room.
“Nobody is that strong!” Was all one of the young men could get out before the Aryan snapped his neck. The soldier then pulled out his pistol and proceeded to shot the remaining American’s where they were led.
Another desperate twenty minutes went by before the sound of fighting grew distant and then almost completely died down altogether.
Westmoreland turned to Agnew, “You know what that means!’
Agnew simply nodded.
Westmoreland gritted his teeth as he pulled his pistol from its holster. “Ok men this is it, hold them off as long as you can. They shoot you whether you surrender or not, so you might as well go down fighting.”
The room stayed silent but the soldiers all raised their weapons.
The large metal door at the end of the corridor crumpled inwards and then disintegrated as the plasma missiles tore through it. That was the cue for the American’s to open fire with everything they had left.
Several anti tank launchers had been commandeered for the defense and the rockets shot down the corridor and had exploded violently when they reached the far end. The fireball took out a few of the Aryan’s but there were many more to take their place.
The Aryan’s chucked grenades down the corridor but they were not close enough to kill the American’s yet. The flash of the explosion did manage to temporarily blind a few of the defenders.
The Aryan forces continued to take heavy losses as they forced their way through the narrow corridor. They fired at the American’s and the rounds burnt through the chest of a young Private; he let out a gurgled scream as he desperately tried to force his organs back where they had come from but they did not seem to fit.
It was a vain attempt as the next round went straight into his temple and burnt through his skull. The rifleman in charge banged his fists on the metal door and it was pulled closed. The Rifleman knew he was now locked out, he turned to face his foes.
The Aryan soldiers fired their weapons at the single remaining man, he had dropped his M16 and fired his pistol at the tall enemy; the small caliber rounds just bounced off their body armor. The rifleman dropped the pistol, rolled to avoid the volley of plasma and as he got up he pulled a pin from the grenade in his left hand.