The sound of artillery exploding as it shattered the once proud building that stood as a representation of the Socialist government and its power over Pruessland for the past 60 years. The once great Assembly of the People was being reduced to nothing more then a pile of rubble as more and more artillery shells landed on and rounding it. Soldiers of the People's Army rushed about seeking cover from the shrapnel and falling debris, attempting to take up defensive positions against the incoming attack. After ten minutes, but what had seemed to be a lifetime to the troops in their reduced fighting positions, the bombings finally commenced. However, the defenders were given no breathing time as a mad attack by hordes of attacking troops, dressed in crudely made uniforms and leading on a mass charge towards the legislative building. They chanted and screamed with fixed bayonets on their rifles, some even taped on, towards the socialist troops. In return, the socialist troops fired into the massive horde of militiamen, which did nothing to stop them as they slowly started to come closer.
Eventually the machine gun posts had to reload, and the fire from automatic rifles could only do so much against an aggressively determined force. The socialist soldiers were quickly overrun and the remains of the building of the Assembly of the People was stormed. Soldiers of the 17th Guards Infantry regiment, an elite guard unit of the People's Army, stood fast to defend against what they perceived to be the 'nationalist menace'. The firefight for the building was intense as the nationalist militiamen fought brutally against the Guards to gain control of the iconic structure (What was left of it). Slowly but surely, the nationalists pushed the Guard soldiers back, who were suffering from a lack of ammunition, sleep, and food. Eventually they were routed and those who weren't able to escape in time were taken prisoner by the nationalists and dragged outside to the front.
The newly captured prisoners were brought out to line at the front of the building to a large, angered crowd of nationalist supporters. Out of those who were taking the prisoners out was a man in a dark grey trench coat. In his right hand he held a 9mm pistol and in the other a bullhorn. He put the bullhorn to his mouth and began speaking.
"My fellow comrades-in-arms, today marks the beginning of a new era in our land. One where our people will no longer have to suffer from starvation, where work will be made for all, and where foreign influence will be expelled from our land!"
The crown cheered in agreement enthusiastically. This was the leader of the Nationalist forces, Markus Brucher. A Colonel in the old People's Army, Markus defected when the waves of protests grew violent and created the Pruesslandian National Salvation Army, his nationals rebel army. His populist nationalist rhetoric was popular with the urban middle-class and rural lower-class farmers in the central regions of Pruessland. Markus flagged the line of prisoners with his pistol and continued his speech.
"Here stands before us those who would seek to continue the old ways. The ways which would starve us and sell us off like whores to the foreign powers."
He put his pistol to the head of one of the prisoner's heads and pulled the trigger. With a loud bang, the prisoner fell to the ground dead, a pool of blood forming around his head. Within seconds the other nationalist troops executed the rest of the prisoners. The crowd that was loud with cheering and applause turned to a low quite with slight murmurs of shock going about. Markus paid no attention to this and continued to speak once more.
"There can be no mercy for traitors to our nation. We will not negotiate with them, we will not tolerate them, and we will not make peace with them. There is only one solution for such treacherous scum, and that answer is death. Death to the Socialist rodents and liberal vermin who would try to stop us."
The crowed cheered on once more in agreement. If this was genuine or from fear of retribution was unknown, but it was certain that the Nationalists now had control over the old capital of Pruessland. Markus went down to mingle with the people of his newly conquered city. The once small band of protesters now was a full fledged army, fighting to claim dominion over the lands of Pruessland. With the remnants of the Socialist government to the south and the Liberal forces to the north, Pruessland now became a battlefield of domination between three warlord states.
The war of the Broken Eagle had begun.
