By time spring came busting in we'd hit main post several times. We now had over a hundred female civilians and dependents. All had problems because they'd been used to satisfy the invading forces. It appeared that women from 16 to 25 were their favorites for sex slaves. Once we trained them, killing the enemy wasn't a problem for them.
For over two weeks we'd been using captured weapons and ammunition. We must have attracted lots of attention because the enemy units coming at us were larger and better led, but we knew the terrain and guerrilla warfare is a bitch.
They would set up a supply points and we'd raid them as we found them. Their patrols didn't survive contact. One thing that seemed to terrorize them were bare-chested woman screaming and running right at them with a large knives in their hands.
My Apache's taught many infiltration skills. I learned as well as I could. I still jumped out of my skin because now the women enjoyed sneaking up on the men and tapping us on the shoulder and asking if we'd heard them coming. They didn't tap the enemy on their shoulder, they just gutted them.
In October after destroying one of their ammunition dumps near I-35 we heard a plane flying low. Suddenly ten parachutes popped out the rear. My Amazons moved to intercept them. Three were gutted before I could stop them. They were Special Forces. Their NCOIC was still shaken when they dragged him to me.
I informed him that he and his men should consider themselves under our protection until we moved to a safe area, and then we'd see whether they stayed or got kicked out on their own. He agreed and told his surviving men. They grabbed their gear and asked for their weapons, but the women said no. I told him that this was a completely volunteer guerrilla unit and every one of the women had been abused by the enemy. The only men safe from them were the ones that trained them. On the way back we spotted a convoy, ambushed it, and took the remaining vehicles and used them to move to our temporary camp near Belton Lake.
What was left of our command structure was briefed. The military had held in northern Oklahoma and was now pushing south. They were sent to locate the problem the enemy seemed to be having in central Texas. My women started laughing and screaming. He and his men looked like they wanted to run and hide. I calmly said, “Death never had a prettier face than these women. You think this is bad, you should see the enemy when we attack. Those that don't die immediately die trying to run.”
He replied, “Like I said, we're pushing south. We were sent to organize and train resistance fighters. We can supply leadership, communications, weapons, and ammunition.”
The Shrimp slipped between us and placed her favorite hook blade knife against his chest and said, “We have our knives, bows, rifles, pistols, and explosives. Everyone of us uses what were most comfortable with. If we strung the balls we've cut off the enemy on a rope, it'd stretch from here to Austin. The one problem we have is that the buzzards follow us, because they know we leave them a free meal.”