07-08-2018, 09:32 PM
Lauchenoiria
1400, Ecanta province, near boundary with Costeno
Nico Alfaro, former leader of the Carville Resistance, led his squad through the forest, keeping as quiet as possible. He held up his hand in a silent stop signal. He had heard voices. He crept closer. The Gonhogians were approaching. He kept his watch on the troops as they passed into the target area. When he thought the bulk of their force was inside, he gave the order.
The homemade explosives they had hidden went off, spraying dirt and leaves. Alfaro and the others turned to run from the area as the Gonhogians shouted and tried to flee the area. Alfaro smelled smoke and quickly glanced behind without stopping. The trees around their target area were on fire. That would delay them.
An hour's walk south of the attack on the Gonhogians, another two resistance squads were working on the bridges over the river Anaí¯s, which passed through Annatown before passing the provincial boundary and looping back to join the river along the border with Malabra.
Using more homemade explosives, the resistance spread across the deserted area, placing them on the bridges. Most of the area was farmland, with a few tiny villages. They were all almost empty. The fighting in Summersea had chased most of the residents away. When they were finished, the signal was given, and they blew the bridges to pieces.
Back at their base, Alfaro found out the news. Let the Gonhogians try and reach Summersea now, he thought.
Laeral
The ants' nest that was the Coalition barracks in Summersea was full of activity. The Laeralian section, consisting of two regiments under Brigade-General Lemercier, numbering around 2100 combat troops, had mostly finished all of the official preparations for combat. Every soldier was fully armed, with enough ammunition for a major firefight and more to spare. The Laeralites hadn't even needed the ammunition the Slokaisians had smuggled in, although it was much appreciated. The tanks were fuelled and equipped for combat. No, the soldiers of the Laeralian National Security Force were occupied with unofficial preparations for the coming battle.
First Sergeant Brandon Lau led the Command Squad, 3rd Captaincy*, 1st Battalion, 3rd Regiment of the Laeralian National Security Force. The 3rd Captaincy was a Min unit, composed of soldiers most proficient in Min Chinese rather than French. Lau himself was fluent in both, a factor he credited with his promotion from Second Sergeant a few months ago. However, only a few of the 11 others in his squad (nine ordinary soldiers and two communications specialists) had attained a coveted official certification of bilingualism, which qualified them for more rapid promotion as well as a pay bump. His men (men and women were typically not intermingled within squads) were mostly rural Laeralites from the heavily Rén** western provinces, and they were having a quick discussion with the chaplain, a Minjian Scrivener, or religious calligrapher. She was quickly scribing Chinese characters onto white armbands and sashes of the devout soldiers in Lau's squad. Lau stood up from the wall he was leaning on and walked over to her, carrying with him a pure white armband. When he reached the front of the line, she asked, "Which blessing?" "JiÄnrÄ›n bí¹ bá," he said. Fortitude. She nodded and wrote it on the armband, with a sanctified brush and a trained hand. As she wrote, she quickly said the traditional words and handed it back to him. å …å¿ä¸æ‹”, his armband read. Fortitude.
The time reached 15:20, and Lau braced for the bombardment. He heard from the harbour the sound of a missile launching, and then more, from man-portable launchers, followed it. They sped over the city and the Coalition troops there, dropping to strike targets on the other side of the river, where the Junta's soldiers were. Sergeant Lau glimpsed drones flying overhead towards the other side of the river, likely searching for enemy command posts. Brandon didn't know where exactly the missiles were heading for, likely enemy vehicles and barracks, but he prayed that they would wreak havoc on the other side. No one seemed to know exactly how many enemy soldiers were out there, or even if the Coalition outnumbered them, but from what he'd heard and seen in the skirmishes of the last week, he knew that every enemy killed in the bombardment would count.
*Equivalent to a Company
**Asians in Laeral
Gonhog
1519 Hours, 1st Specialized Platoon, 7th Infantry Division, Summersea
Private 070109 zoomed in with his binoculars, scouting the Laeralian positions just a couple thousand feet across the river. Although no one was currently close to the bridge, he saw lots of movement at their base camp, indicating something was going on.
"Captain, movement spotted at the Laeralian base camp." Captain Ingram Fisher of 1st Specialized Platoon, 7th Infantry Division, better known to his superiors as 070101-C, got up from where he was sitting and strode over to the private, taking the binoculars and looking to where he had pointed to. This was the first time they had seen this much movement on the other side of the bank since they had arrived a week previously.
"Interesting. 04, radio central command and tell them that we've spotted movement along the Laeralian si-"
That's when the first missiles were fired, and those with sharper ears heard it first.
"Duck and cover!" someone shouted.
Not even half the platoon was in the bunker when the first artillery shots hit the ground, killing around 10 in his platoon alone. Fisher swore as 070104 quickly radioed command centre, rapidly speaking into the mic as more artillery shots had hit the ground. Fisher's platoon, being one of the elites in the corp, was used to this, and patiently waited the barrage out. Pairing two and two together, Fisher shouted.
"04, radio for reinforcements and an evac, the Laeralians are going to be charging this bridge any second understood?"
The Gonhogian artillery had already begun to shoot retaliatory fire in the general direction of the main camp on the other side when the return call from main command located in a random barn to be discrete had radioed back.
"Roger 0701, reinforcements and evac are on their way. Hold tight."
Fisher sat back down and faced his man. Looking each one in the eye before taking a deep breath and doing the typical Gonhogian salute.
"For Glorious Leader!" he screamed. His man replied, louder, "For Glorious Leader!"
Kerlile
Colonel Chloe Conde had been in the middle of a mouthful of pasta when the first missile hit. She choked on her food and dropped the bowl to the ground, grabbing her rifle and heading out the door to the bunker.
"Inside, now!" she yelled, though she could hardly hear herself. Fortunately, the other Kerlians had the same idea. She was almost inside when she was knocked off her feet by a nearby explosion. She cursed and pulled herself to her feet, running into their bunker north of the city.
When inside, someone spoke to her but her ears were ringing and she had to wait a moment before she could hear what the woman was saying.
"-oalition are preparing an attack, we need to be ready. Recommend destroying the two bridges north of the city and collapsing the railway tunnels."
"I concur," Conde responded, still half out of breath, "as soon as the missile bombardment is over, proceed."
"Yes, ma'am."
Sections labelled [nation]Laeral[/nation] and [nation]Gonhog[/nation] written by those nations.
1400, Ecanta province, near boundary with Costeno
Nico Alfaro, former leader of the Carville Resistance, led his squad through the forest, keeping as quiet as possible. He held up his hand in a silent stop signal. He had heard voices. He crept closer. The Gonhogians were approaching. He kept his watch on the troops as they passed into the target area. When he thought the bulk of their force was inside, he gave the order.
The homemade explosives they had hidden went off, spraying dirt and leaves. Alfaro and the others turned to run from the area as the Gonhogians shouted and tried to flee the area. Alfaro smelled smoke and quickly glanced behind without stopping. The trees around their target area were on fire. That would delay them.
An hour's walk south of the attack on the Gonhogians, another two resistance squads were working on the bridges over the river Anaí¯s, which passed through Annatown before passing the provincial boundary and looping back to join the river along the border with Malabra.
Using more homemade explosives, the resistance spread across the deserted area, placing them on the bridges. Most of the area was farmland, with a few tiny villages. They were all almost empty. The fighting in Summersea had chased most of the residents away. When they were finished, the signal was given, and they blew the bridges to pieces.
Back at their base, Alfaro found out the news. Let the Gonhogians try and reach Summersea now, he thought.
Laeral
The ants' nest that was the Coalition barracks in Summersea was full of activity. The Laeralian section, consisting of two regiments under Brigade-General Lemercier, numbering around 2100 combat troops, had mostly finished all of the official preparations for combat. Every soldier was fully armed, with enough ammunition for a major firefight and more to spare. The Laeralites hadn't even needed the ammunition the Slokaisians had smuggled in, although it was much appreciated. The tanks were fuelled and equipped for combat. No, the soldiers of the Laeralian National Security Force were occupied with unofficial preparations for the coming battle.
First Sergeant Brandon Lau led the Command Squad, 3rd Captaincy*, 1st Battalion, 3rd Regiment of the Laeralian National Security Force. The 3rd Captaincy was a Min unit, composed of soldiers most proficient in Min Chinese rather than French. Lau himself was fluent in both, a factor he credited with his promotion from Second Sergeant a few months ago. However, only a few of the 11 others in his squad (nine ordinary soldiers and two communications specialists) had attained a coveted official certification of bilingualism, which qualified them for more rapid promotion as well as a pay bump. His men (men and women were typically not intermingled within squads) were mostly rural Laeralites from the heavily Rén** western provinces, and they were having a quick discussion with the chaplain, a Minjian Scrivener, or religious calligrapher. She was quickly scribing Chinese characters onto white armbands and sashes of the devout soldiers in Lau's squad. Lau stood up from the wall he was leaning on and walked over to her, carrying with him a pure white armband. When he reached the front of the line, she asked, "Which blessing?" "JiÄnrÄ›n bí¹ bá," he said. Fortitude. She nodded and wrote it on the armband, with a sanctified brush and a trained hand. As she wrote, she quickly said the traditional words and handed it back to him. å …å¿ä¸æ‹”, his armband read. Fortitude.
The time reached 15:20, and Lau braced for the bombardment. He heard from the harbour the sound of a missile launching, and then more, from man-portable launchers, followed it. They sped over the city and the Coalition troops there, dropping to strike targets on the other side of the river, where the Junta's soldiers were. Sergeant Lau glimpsed drones flying overhead towards the other side of the river, likely searching for enemy command posts. Brandon didn't know where exactly the missiles were heading for, likely enemy vehicles and barracks, but he prayed that they would wreak havoc on the other side. No one seemed to know exactly how many enemy soldiers were out there, or even if the Coalition outnumbered them, but from what he'd heard and seen in the skirmishes of the last week, he knew that every enemy killed in the bombardment would count.
*Equivalent to a Company
**Asians in Laeral
Gonhog
1519 Hours, 1st Specialized Platoon, 7th Infantry Division, Summersea
Private 070109 zoomed in with his binoculars, scouting the Laeralian positions just a couple thousand feet across the river. Although no one was currently close to the bridge, he saw lots of movement at their base camp, indicating something was going on.
"Captain, movement spotted at the Laeralian base camp." Captain Ingram Fisher of 1st Specialized Platoon, 7th Infantry Division, better known to his superiors as 070101-C, got up from where he was sitting and strode over to the private, taking the binoculars and looking to where he had pointed to. This was the first time they had seen this much movement on the other side of the bank since they had arrived a week previously.
"Interesting. 04, radio central command and tell them that we've spotted movement along the Laeralian si-"
That's when the first missiles were fired, and those with sharper ears heard it first.
"Duck and cover!" someone shouted.
Not even half the platoon was in the bunker when the first artillery shots hit the ground, killing around 10 in his platoon alone. Fisher swore as 070104 quickly radioed command centre, rapidly speaking into the mic as more artillery shots had hit the ground. Fisher's platoon, being one of the elites in the corp, was used to this, and patiently waited the barrage out. Pairing two and two together, Fisher shouted.
"04, radio for reinforcements and an evac, the Laeralians are going to be charging this bridge any second understood?"
The Gonhogian artillery had already begun to shoot retaliatory fire in the general direction of the main camp on the other side when the return call from main command located in a random barn to be discrete had radioed back.
"Roger 0701, reinforcements and evac are on their way. Hold tight."
Fisher sat back down and faced his man. Looking each one in the eye before taking a deep breath and doing the typical Gonhogian salute.
"For Glorious Leader!" he screamed. His man replied, louder, "For Glorious Leader!"
Kerlile
Colonel Chloe Conde had been in the middle of a mouthful of pasta when the first missile hit. She choked on her food and dropped the bowl to the ground, grabbing her rifle and heading out the door to the bunker.
"Inside, now!" she yelled, though she could hardly hear herself. Fortunately, the other Kerlians had the same idea. She was almost inside when she was knocked off her feet by a nearby explosion. She cursed and pulled herself to her feet, running into their bunker north of the city.
When inside, someone spoke to her but her ears were ringing and she had to wait a moment before she could hear what the woman was saying.
"-oalition are preparing an attack, we need to be ready. Recommend destroying the two bridges north of the city and collapsing the railway tunnels."
"I concur," Conde responded, still half out of breath, "as soon as the missile bombardment is over, proceed."
"Yes, ma'am."
Sections labelled [nation]Laeral[/nation] and [nation]Gonhog[/nation] written by those nations.
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