Long Live Yamalia
June 26th 1961 - 1405 local time, Somewhere on central Yamalia - Zolev-Yarmalan War, Zolevskoy People's Army, 19 degrees Celsius - Mostly Sunny
A long field, with rows upon rows of trenches, laid in a vast field of grass and flowers, with a few trees. Both sides were battling: the Yarmalan People's Liberation Army to the north, and the Zolevskoy People's Army to the south. In this field, a major battle was taking place. The northern and southern trenches were separated by only about 150 meters.
Zolevskoyan T-55s and T-62s fought against Yarmalan T-55s and T-62s in a vast field, the latter army bearing simple olive drab camouflage on their tanks and the former bearing also olive drab camouflage, but with several coyote-tan stripes on the hull and turret. Each side was firing at each other, with 100mm and 112mm shells bouncing off of and penetrating the armor of each other tanks. Artillery rained down upon each side, exploding and making craters in the vast grasslands. It destroyed a few tanks, though it mostly disabled them.
Finally, a Zolevskoyan soldier stood up from his trench. He wore his combat uniform, which was essentially the same as everybody else's for the most part, and held an AKM assault rifle. in his hands. Inspecting the battlefield ahead of him for a few seconds, he then turned back and waved his hands forward, at the same time yelling at the top of his lungs "Taj korak napred! Ne jedan korak nazad!!" ("Move forwards! Not one step back!!"). Almost immediately, hundreds of ZPA soldiers came out of their trenches, and began rushing forwards towards the enemy trenches. The infantry passed by tanks, infantry passed by tanks, sprinting north despite enemy ordinance falling upon their positions. The Yarmalans simply stayed in their trenches, engaging the enemy forces with their Kalashnikovs. Zolevskoyan soldiers dropped like flies; both wounded and killed, yet they showed no fear as they ran while at the same time yelling their war cries and displaying their war faces. ZPA soldiers returned fire with their rifles, though with minimal accuracy.
Corporal Slovoban passed by a disabled tank, think black smoke coming from the engine. It's 2 crew members that were alive were being treated by their comrades. Aiming his rifle forwards towards the Yarmalan forces that were entrenched, he fired off a few 5 round bursts. His comrades were laying wounded and dead on the ground all over him, with over 80 out of the 300 ZPA soldiers killed already.
And then time froze. Slovoban fell over face first, a sudden surge of pain in his chest area. He attempted to sit up, but it only made the pain even worse. A 7.62x39mm bullet was lodged in his body. But ahead of him, Sergeant Josip noticed his comrade laying in the grass; blood pouring out of him quickly. The sergeant came up to him, took a knee in front of the corporal, and set his AKM down on the ground.
"You're going to make it, druže." Josip told Slovoban as he took the rear of his collar and dragged him behind a destroyed Zolevskoyan T-55.
However, fate had other plans for the two. As soon as both soldiers were behind the T-55, an artillery shell landed only 5 meters away. Both Josip and Slovoban along with 6 other Zolevskoyans were immediately killed in the explosion.
Present day
01/05/2014 - 4:42 PM, East Yamalia - Somewhere near the Zolevskoyan/Lossesian controlled territory border
Daniel walked down the dirt road, returning from the nearby town of Moglovka. He had a paper bag in his left hand, and his right hand was free. The scenery was quite nice, especially since the trees and other shrubbery had just bloomed after long, dreary winter. It was about 16 degrees Celsius, the average temperature for this time of year. It was partly cloudy in the skies, and the forecast was calling for a thunderstorm risk. A bike being rode by a child who was about 11 years old or so went by, and the wind from it blew Daniel's brown leather coat and blue jeans, and nearly blowing his black beret off. Living in a technically lawless territory run by four sides at once was often difficult, but his area was one of the safest areas considering it was just a log cabin near about 80 acres of farmland.
A helicopter could be heard in the distance, although it was most likely just another civilian Mi-8 Hip. Though, it could be military due to the increasing tensions between all the four fighting factions in Yamalia. And it was. A Republic of Zolevskoy Armed Forces UH60M was patrolling the skies. Daniel continued walking, as the UH60 was flying the opposite way, and was at least 1000 meters or so away. Soon enough he would be home.
...
Opening the front entrance door to his cabin, Daniel looked around as he set the bag on the kitchen table. The house he owned wasn't too fancy, but was enough to live in. The table he set his bag on had four wooden chairs around it, and there was a fireplace stove in the corner of the room, a cabinet and a counter near it. The walls were a simple yellow-tan shade and the floors were wooden. The door to the bedroom creaked open, and a lady in her late fifties came out. It was Daniel's wife, Dolina. She was wearing a simple blue Sarafan, a traditional Zolevskoyan dress for women.
"You have eggs and bread, yes?" The two things Daniel forgot. Crap. "Look, yes I forgot both. But can't we just wait for the chickens to lay their eggs, and I can just go get the bread tomorrow? My legs are killing me..." Daniel said in a whiny voice. "No, the chickens are laying their eggs in a week, and I need both eggs and bread now for tomorrow morning and tonight. You go get them!" Dolina commanded. "Damnit, fine..." Daniel mumbled under his breath, afterwards letting out a sigh. "I'll be back in a bit." He opened the front entrance door once again, which creaked due to it's age. In the distance he could see some vague shapes on the road coming towards the house. "Who the hell's this?" They appeared to be some sort of Jeep-looking vehicles.
Although he couldn't tell exactly due to the heat waves, there seemed to be three of them. They seemed to be military. But the better question was, why were they coming anyways? Daniel & Dolina pretty much an isolated family. Of course, Daniel did have an AKM rifle in his house, but only for defense. Still, there would be no reason for someone to come to his house without an invitation.
Eventually, the vehicles pulled up in front of him. Sure enough, at least ten soldiers who were wearing military gear came out of the vehicles. Most of them wore TTsKO BDU shirts, complete with olive drab steel helmets, black combat boots, brown combat webbing, and olive drab BDU pants. Some of them wore olive drab BDU shirts, though. Nearly all of them were armed with LAR-57 assault rifles, but some of them had a GP-25 grenade launcher mounted on them, and some even had a LMMG-69 machine guns.
After a few seconds of trying to figure out what was going on, one of the men with a LAR-57 walked towards Daniel, while aiming his rifle at his chest. "Get the fuck down now! Now!! With your damn hands on your head!!" Daniel was already panicking when he aimed his rifle at him, and now was flat-out disoriented. "I SAID GET THE FUCK DOWN!!" The soldier knocked Daniel down on the ground forcefully, by kicking the back of his left knee with his foot. Three men began entering his house by kicking the door down. Two more men came to Daniel, and pointed their rifles at him. "W- Wh- Why are you doing this....?" Daniel pleaded the men surrounding him for an answer. "You're illegally settling in our territory. Therefore you face the consequences just like very other Lossessian citizen!"
The men who forcefully entered the house came out with Dolina, and his AKM in one of the men's hands. The man, who already made Daniel's day shitty enough pushed him over with his foot, so he was face-down in the dirt. "Found this rifle in his closet." an unknown, but younger sounding voice said from behind him.
Daniel could feel the steel of the end of a rifle's barrel push into the back of his head, and could hear his wife screaming.
*BANG*
