Fields turns to the radioman when he hears him call out. He orders the fireteam leader to regroup with him and the other squads outside the bunker. He follows the fireteam leader outside and waits until the squads regroup around him. "Alright if you haven't already heard, Crackpot says there's an odd patch of ground a hundred meters to the northeast. We have the glorious honor of checking it out. Check your weapons before we leave." he said. As the others checked their weapons he checked his m16 and 9mm to make sure they were clean and wouldn't jam. If it was an odd patch of ground then that probably meant a good chance of an ambush. "Alright. Let's move." he said taking point.<br/><br/>They come to where they were ordered to check out. Looking out into an open field Sergeant Fields felt his stomach churn slightly. With a field like this there was probably a good possibility for an ambush, traps, and snipers to pick them off. If there wasn't one watching them already by now. Sergeant Fields ordered them to halt then crouched down and turned back to his men. "Squads Alpha and Bravo take my left. Squads Charlie and Delta take my right. Five meter spread between the squads. If something happens try not to make a sound. We're going to march in line formation across this field as we don't miss anything. Keep low and keep your eyes peeled." he ordered. He stood up and turned around and waited for the squads to get into position. Once he saw they were they slowly began walking out into the field.<em>This is too good of an opportunity for the NVA or the VC to pass up. But where will they come from? </em>he thought to himself.