1870-1920 Era War: A Twist (IC)

[Rannoria]

While heavy resistance was encountered at Salev, Aerial bombing and VX nerve gas ended it. But 5,000 Tekno-Republikans hsve been killed, along 30,000 wounded by the initial basrrage from Salev artillery and tanks. Aetlund's defense was a complete disaster. Just after Tekino -Republicans dug in after landing, A mass bayonet charge by the commander there. "Let us teach them was cold steel can do, CHAAAARRRGGGEEEE!"

Tank fired shell, 77mm rapid fire guns, Cyclone machineguns all butchered legions. of the charging enemy. Worse yet was to come. Rottweiler storm carbines sprayed full auto death, while tens of thousands of MP-34s literally butchered the attackers up close and personally. There was no pistol and short sword work needed. Only fifty Tekno-Republikans were wounded here. of the 80,000 dead and 250.000 wounded, 4 Divisions of Manticore's elite marines were obliterated by the suicidal bayonet charge order.

The wounded were treated with the utmost compassion. There was even a veterinary field hospital set up for civilian pets caught in the fighting. Many Aetlunders stopped hating Tekno-Republikans that day, also. Many also enlisted in the Tekno-Republikan army, too.
General George S. Patton examined the battlefield. He saw a young Manticorean marine with both his legs shredded with gun fire "MEDICS!"
to him. He knelt by him. He was only 18 years old and held his hand while medics treated him. "Son, is there anything I can do for you?"

"Tell my Father I served. well!" He tapped at his left tunic breast pocket. He produced a letter that had his parents address on it. General Patton jotted down the address and returned the letter. The boy was rushed to surgery. He lived but lost both legs, too.
Later, Patton sent a letter to the boy's parents. He extolled the boy's valor and urged them not to reject him over any misguided sense of bushido.

Patton's division buried the Manticorean Marine Dead. They erected a Monument to their fallen foes, "By Blood of their sacrifice, they they served their nation. Nobler soldiers whom died well." And so the legenmd of First Armored Corps was born.

Voided:
I'm very sure godmod includes controlling other nations' characters. You just controlled one nation, and forcibly killed 250,000+ men.

Also I think that statement about spawning native uprisings in Norcourtian colonies might be something, but other than that, it's good.

But yeah, this post is v o i d

[The 2nd Republic of the South]

The sudden change in the world was apparent. The Slavs had run away, back to their homelands as war broke out elsewhere. But the Empire was not through with them, oh no. But the war had taught them many things. One key point was that the Shievak way of war was obsolete. Massed ranks of infantry couldn't hope to stand in the face of machine guns, artillery, and armored vehicles. Additionally, their navy was far obsolete. Over the last several years, they had endeavoured to make changes, building new warships and making their own variations of the armored wagons in service in other armies. And now, with the Slavs distracted, now was the time to strike. Or so the Old Guard said. But the Emperor knew better now. The First War had shown them that they could not fight long alone. They needed allies. And allies they could find in the Manticores and the Graymans. They fought the Slavs with great zeal and would make fair allies. Thus, an envoy was sent to both Emperor Stark and Empress Catherine, announcing that the Shievak Empire would be willing to join on the side of the Alliance in exchange for sections of Skarten and Arengin at the end of the war and some of their armor and aviation technology.

[Homo Sapiens Imperium]

The Australan Empire had not changed much over the last decade. They had formed a few armored units, certainly, and even had a Flying Corps, but not much else. However, the world was going to hell in a handbasket and the Empire was none to pleased with the way the war appeared to be heading. Additionally, the Empire's talks with the Manticorans had been cut short by the war. In order to bring those talks back to the table, an envoy was sent, declaring a willingness of the Empire to join the war on the side of the Manticorans in exchange for a favorable alliance and territory in the Meganisian Isles and Zeeland.

The Armored Forces were fairly substantial, with 2,300 Heavy tanks, 6,500 Medium tanks, and 12,500 Light tanks with 5,000 armored cars and 576 self propelled guns with 152mm guns mounted on them. Unfortunately, however, news reports of the new vehicles deployed by the GDU and ARN proved troublesome. These foreign tanks were faster, had larger guns, and thicker armor. It was imperative that the Empire field more advanced vehicles if they were to stand a chance in the coming conflict.

The Navy had also expanded in strength over the last decade. Where once there were 39 dreadnoughts, now there were 56. The 52 battleships were now 80. There were now 400 battlecruisers, heavy cruisers, and light cruisers, the older armored cruisers, protected cruisers, and scout cruisers being replaced by newer ships. Finally, there were 520 destroyers, 600 corvettes, and 360 submersibles. However, many of the larger ships were older models that were nearing the end of their service lives, necessitating the construction of newer ships and refutes of the others. As such, the effective strength was a little more than 20 dreadnoughts and just less than 30 battleships.

[Crimetopolis]

Tekno Republikan forces landed and beat back heavy Boer resistance. The Tekno Republikans had so far taken 5,000 killed and 30,000 wounded in losses. But they had wiped out three infantry attacks . The fact that 50% of TR troops were armed with submachineguns and the rest with Rottweiler Storm carbines shocked the Boer High Command. Nonetheless, the Boers dug
in fought fanatically for square micrometer of land especially the hated NAD's Hunters. Think Iwo Jima with the Boers as the Japanese.

At Svetlan, it was just a ghost town. There was paved road amidst a flat prairie, A sign next said read "Pretoria, 20 KM'. So the Third began rolling towards the Boer capital with both motorized infantry and air support. Halfway there, they met fifty Boer tanks and thirty thousand infantry with artillery and support. Desperate fighting erupted with both side taking heavy losses and pouring reinforcements,

[Rannoria]

Tekno Republikan forces landed and beat back heavy Boer resistance. The Tekno Republikans had so far 5,000 killed and 30,000 wounded in losses. But they had wiped out three infantry attacks and two Boer aerial marine landings. The fact that 50% of TR itroops armed submachineguns while the rest were with assault rifles stunned the Boer High command. Additionally, somebody had the folly of sending in obselete Adler III tanks against Panther Gs. a least three Boer Tanks had been lost. Inch by Inch, Tekno Republika beat back the Boers.

At Svetlan, it was just a ghost town. There was paved road amidst a flat prairie, A sign nexct said read "Pretoria, 20 KM'. So the Third began rolling towards the Boer capital with both motorized infantry and air support,

Sorry Crime, but it has to be voided again. Really am sorry mate, but it's godmod.

You have to let the Boers fight back and do a defense on the beach, and don't list enemy casualties. Heck, there should be a two or a few posts just about the beach invasion. I dunno, but yeah. I mean the invasion via Barrum still has to take effect, and even then Arengin can't pull it off because there are Boer and Rannorian forces there.

So, advice for you, and for Arengin.

[Crimetopolis]

I modified my post. Note I'm listing my own casualties.

[The Manticoran Empire]

The Empire had been planning the invasion of Jutland almost as long as they had planned the invasion of Halium. Originally, it had been planned as a diversion but that had been altered to make it a full scale invasion in its own right. Operation Hellstorm would involve almost 2 million men from nine field armies and the militia forces of Gilda, Austrivania, and Bear Claw Bay. This three pronged offensive would open with a nighttime attack by gas shells, incendiary devices, and high explosives. Then, at dawn the following day, the assault would begin. The shells would begin falling at 1900 hours on July 3rd, 1912 and would be followed by an Infantry attack at 0500 hours with the last shells fired at the same time and armor support with air cover to protect the Infantry.

The artillery had been firing for close to three hours now, with an average of 2 shells a minute. ClF3, Chlorine, Sulfur Mustard, Nitrogen Mustard, Tear Gas, Phosgene, high explosive and shrapnel shells were mixed with aerial bombs and naval guns from the Nuwe Afrikaan Northern Fleet. The continuous pounding of the guns kept the enemy awake, robbing them of needed rest and the presence of Phosgene gas, a blister agent, maimed hundreds, possibly more, growing massive blisters upon their hands, necks, and heads. Tear gas passed through their masks, causing severe skin, eye, nose, and throat irritation. The victims felt like they couldn't breath and for many, that was true. Tear Gas causes uncontrollable coughing and makes breathing labored and painful. Combine that with the restricted airflow of a gas mask and many soldiers would panic, ripping off their masks, only to succumb to the more lethal agents outside.
Others had the misfortune to be burned alive by ClF3. The Human Body is 70% water and ClF3 reacts violently with water. The lucky ones were blown apart. The unlucky ones were forced to burn while their comrades watched. Sand, water, dirt, virtually everything they could use to attempt to smother the flames either exploded or also burst into flames. Across the lines, the Manticorans could hear the screams of the Arenginian soldiers across from them. Almost all of them were veterans and quickly dozed off. However, there were quite a few rookies, replacements for the tens of thousands of casualties suffered in the invasion of Halium. These troops were not so quick to fall asleep but, gradually, they too dozed off. They would need their strength for in the morning they would attack.

Mass production had begun on the M1912 Automatic rifle, a replacement for the M1892 currently in service. It had a 30 round banana shaped magazine, had a selective fire option between semi and fully automatic, was easy to manufacture and came in a paratrooper variant, equipped with a metal skeleton butt stock that could be folded to make the weapon more compact. A special scope had also been developed that was issued with the rifle to enable more accurate long range fire. The Marines, Army, and Parachute Corps had already begun issuing the weapons to units in training and to units not presently in combat.

[The Manticoran Empire]

The Empire had been planning the invasion of Jutland almost as long as they had planned the invasion of Halium. Originally, it had been planned as a diversion but that had been altered to make it a full scale invasion in its own right. Operation Hellstorm would involve almost 2 million men from nine field armies and the militia forces of Gilda, Austrivania, and Bear Claw Bay. This three pronged offensive would open with a nighttime attack by gas shells, incendiary devices, and high explosives. Then, at dawn the following day, the assault would begin. The shells would begin falling at 1900 hours on July 3rd, 1912 and would be followed by an Infantry attack at 0500 hours with the last shells fired at the same time and armor support with air cover to protect the Infantry.

The artillery had been firing for close to three hours now, with an average of 2 shells a minute. ClF3, Chlorine, Sulfur Mustard, Nitrogen Mustard, Tear Gas, Phosgene, high explosive and shrapnel shells were mixed with aerial bombs and naval guns from the Nuwe Afrikaan Northern Fleet. The continuous pounding of the guns kept the enemy awake, robbing them of needed rest and the presence of Phosgene gas, a blister agent, maimed hundreds, possibly more, growing massive blisters upon their hands, necks, and heads. Tear gas passed through their masks, causing severe skin, eye, nose, and throat irritation. The victims felt like they couldn't breath and for many, that was true. Tear Gas causes uncontrollable coughing and makes breathing labored and painful. Combine that with the restricted airflow of a gas mask and many soldiers would panic, ripping off their masks, only to succumb to the more lethal agents outside.
Others had the misfortune to be burned alive by ClF3. The Human Body is 70% water and ClF3 reacts violently with water. The lucky ones were blown apart. The unlucky ones were forced to burn while their comrades watched. Sand, water, dirt, virtually everything they could use to attempt to smother the flames either exploded or also burst into flames. Across the lines, the Manticorans could hear the screams of the Arenginian soldiers across from them. Almost all of them were veterans and quickly dozed off. However, there were quite a few rookies, replacements for the tens of thousands of casualties suffered in the invasion of Halium. These troops were not so quick to fall asleep but, gradually, they too dozed off. They would need their strength for in the morning they would attack.

Mass production had begun on the M1912 Automatic rifle, a replacement for the M1892 currently in service. It had a 30 round banana shaped magazine, had a selective fire option between semi and fully automatic, was easy to manufacture and came in a paratrooper variant, equipped with a metal skeleton butt stock that could be folded to make the weapon more compact. A special scope had also been developed that was issued with the rifle to enable more accurate long range fire. The Marines, Army, and Parachute Corps had already begun issuing the weapons to units in training and to units not presently in combat.

The assault kicked off, hundreds of thousands of Manticorans poured from their trenches as the last shells slammed into the GDU defenders. Tanks, half-tracks, armored cars, self-propelled howitzers, assault guns, and airplanes raced into Jutland, followed by tens of thousands of infantry with rifles, shotguns, submachine guns, machine guns, and grenades. Mortars mounted on trucks and carried by riflemen dropped lighter shells onto enemy positions as the troops surged forward, jumping into the trenches to fight with bullet, bayonet, grenade, brass knuckles, knives, and clubs. The fighting would be fierce, that much was a certainty, but by the end of it, it was hoped, this war would be one step closer to being over.

The sudden change in the world was apparent. The Slavs had run away, back to their homelands as war broke out elsewhere. But the Empire was not through with them, oh no. But the war had taught them many things. One key point was that the Shievak way of war was obsolete. Massed ranks of infantry couldn't hope to stand in the face of machine guns, artillery, and armored vehicles. Additionally, their navy was far obsolete. Over the last several years, they had endeavoured to make changes, building new warships and making their own variations of the armored wagons in service in other armies. And now, with the Slavs distracted, now was the time to strike. Or so the Old Guard said. But the Emperor knew better now. The First War had shown them that they could not fight long alone. They needed allies. And allies they could find in the Manticores and the Graymans. They fought the Slavs with great zeal and would make fair allies. Thus, an envoy was sent to both Emperor Stark and Empress Catherine, announcing that the Shievak Empire would be willing to join on the side of the Alliance in exchange for sections of Skarten and Arengin at the end of the war and some of their armor and aviation technology.

The Envoy from Shievak had received his audience with Emperor Stark who, despite the long standing hostility between the Shievak and Grayman Empires, understood the strategic situation. The GDU had a larger central population and virtually all GDU forces were centrally located around Arengin, offering the GDU a commanding position in the ocean and on land. The addition of the Shievak Empire would add a substantial number of troops and material to the forces available for use against the GDU. Their demands, however, were more worrying. Territory in Skarten and Arengin as well as armored vehicles and aircraft? Perhaps the older models could be shared with the Shievaks with some of the less desirable territories. Perhaps but, like any good husband, Edward Stark knew better than to make a decision without consulting his wife.

The Australan Empire had not changed much over the last decade. They had formed a few armored units, certainly, and even had a Flying Corps, but not much else. However, the world was going to hell in a handbasket and the Empire was none to pleased with the way the war appeared to be heading. Additionally, the Empire's talks with the Manticorans had been cut short by the war. In order to bring those talks back to the table, an envoy was sent, declaring a willingness of the Empire to join the war on the side of the Manticorans in exchange for a favorable alliance and territory in the Meganisian Isles and Zeeland.

The Armored Forces were fairly substantial, with 2,300 Heavy tanks, 6,500 Medium tanks, and 12,500 Light tanks with 5,000 armored cars and 576 self propelled guns with 152mm guns mounted on them. Unfortunately, however, news reports of the new vehicles deployed by the GDU and ARN proved troublesome. These foreign tanks were faster, had larger guns, and thicker armor. It was imperative that the Empire field more advanced vehicles if they were to stand a chance in the coming conflict.

The Navy had also expanded in strength over the last decade. Where once there were 39 dreadnoughts, now there were 56. The 52 battleships were now 80. There were now 400 battlecruisers, heavy cruisers, and light cruisers, the older armored cruisers, protected cruisers, and scout cruisers being replaced by newer ships. Finally, there were 520 destroyers, 600 corvettes, and 360 submersibles. However, many of the larger ships were older models that were nearing the end of their service lives, necessitating the construction of newer ships and refits of the others. As such, the effective strength was a little more than 20 dreadnoughts and just less than 30 battleships.

Empress Catherine had received the Australan Envoy with open arms and their offer was quite reasonable. After all, there was plenty of land in Zeeland and the Isles for the Australans to lay claim to, expanding their Empire. Unfortunately, it was clear that the Australan Navy wasn't yet up to the task of fighting the war. With a mere 50 Capital Ships, they would be of little assistance to the war effort at sea for the time being. Their army, as well, was somewhat obsolete. Their bolt action Enfield rifles were the best in the world, there was no doubt about that, but in a war where machine guns were being made ever smaller and more portable, bolt action weapons were fast becoming a thing of the past. If she could get Parliament to approve, however, she could equip the Australan Army with newer small arms, for a price, putting money in her coffers and better weapons in her allies arsenals.

[Arengin Union]

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[The Manticoran Empire]

The artillery had been firing for close to three hours now, with an average of 2 shells a minute. ClF3, Chlorine, Sulfur Mustard, Nitrogen Mustard, Tear Gas, Phosgene, high explosive and shrapnel shells were mixed with aerial bombs and naval guns from the Nuwe Afrikaan Northern Fleet. The continuous pounding of the guns kept the enemy awake, robbing them of needed rest and the presence of Phosgene gas, a blister agent, maimed hundreds, possibly more, growing massive blisters upon their hands, necks, and heads. Tear gas passed through their masks, causing severe skin, eye, nose, and throat irritation. The victims felt like they couldn't breath and for many, that was true. Tear Gas causes uncontrollable coughing and makes breathing labored and painful. Combine that with the restricted airflow of a gas mask and many soldiers would panic, ripping off their masks, only to succumb to the more lethal agents outside.
Others had the misfortune to be burned alive by ClF3. The Human Body is 70% water and ClF3 reacts violently with water. The lucky ones were blown apart. The unlucky ones were forced to burn while their comrades watched. Sand, water, dirt, virtually everything they could use to attempt to smother the flames either exploded or also burst into flames. Across the lines, the Manticorans could hear the screams of the Arenginian soldiers across from them. Almost all of them were veterans and quickly dozed off. However, there were quite a few rookies, replacements for the tens of thousands of casualties suffered in the invasion of Halium. These troops were not so quick to fall asleep but, gradually, they too dozed off. They would need their strength for in the morning they would attack.

Mass production had begun on the M1912 Automatic rifle, a replacement for the M1892 currently in service. It had a 30 round banana shaped magazine, had a selective fire option between semi and fully automatic, was easy to manufacture and came in a paratrooper variant, equipped with a metal skeleton butt stock that could be folded to make the weapon more compact. A special scope had also been developed that was issued with the rifle to enable more accurate long range fire. The Marines, Army, and Parachute Corps had already begun issuing the weapons to units in training and to units not presently in combat.

"INCOMING!!!" An Arenginian soldier screamed as he ran across the trench, the other Arenginian soldiers quickly either took cover or were too shell shocked to do anything.

When the shells finally hit the ground either men dissipated from existence or screams of soldiers losing limbs were heard all around the trench maybe well into the enemy lines. The night bloomed with explosions as Manticoran artillery fired on the Arenginian lines, ripping through several machine gun posts and filling the trenches with toxic fumes that would cause men to lose their sanity and take off their gas mask in frustration as their exposed skin burned. Most of the men were smarter than the Manticorans believed, they wouldn't take off their masks for any reason and covered their exposed skin with gloves and bandages.

The Arenginians quickly answered back, using HE shells on the Manticoran lines, firing hundreds of shells in return and destroying several lines of trenching as well as some bunkers. The gas began to dissipate only for the Manticorans to fire more and the Arenginians to fire back with artillery, flying limbs of the Manticorans could be seen. The Arenginians were quick to evacuate any wounded back on the lines as most of the combat ready men remained behind on said line, keeping ready for when they had to defend the trench while also staying from the gas, this was done in shifts in order for all men to be ready for anything yet get a well deserve rest.

Still morale was dropping as many Arenginians laid dead, either from artillery fire or dying from the toxic gasses. It was a terrible sight. Still most bunkers and rifle dens were ready for any attack, but the frustration and fear was still apparent everywhere.

The artillery had been firing for close to three hours now, with an average of 2 shells a minute. ClF3, Chlorine, Sulfur Mustard, Nitrogen Mustard, Tear Gas, Phosgene, high explosive and shrapnel shells were mixed with aerial bombs and naval guns from the Nuwe Afrikaan Northern Fleet. The continuous pounding of the guns kept the enemy awake, robbing them of needed rest and the presence of Phosgene gas, a blister agent, maimed hundreds, possibly more, growing massive blisters upon their hands, necks, and heads. Tear gas passed through their masks, causing severe skin, eye, nose, and throat irritation. The victims felt like they couldn't breath and for many, that was true. Tear Gas causes uncontrollable coughing and makes breathing labored and painful. Combine that with the restricted airflow of a gas mask and many soldiers would panic, ripping off their masks, only to succumb to the more lethal agents outside.
Others had the misfortune to be burned alive by ClF3. The Human Body is 70% water and ClF3 reacts violently with water. The lucky ones were blown apart. The unlucky ones were forced to burn while their comrades watched. Sand, water, dirt, virtually everything they could use to attempt to smother the flames either exploded or also burst into flames. Across the lines, the Manticorans could hear the screams of the Arenginian soldiers across from them. Almost all of them were veterans and quickly dozed off. However, there were quite a few rookies, replacements for the tens of thousands of casualties suffered in the invasion of Halium. These troops were not so quick to fall asleep but, gradually, they too dozed off. They would need their strength for in the morning they would attack.

Mass production had begun on the M1912 Automatic rifle, a replacement for the M1892 currently in service. It had a 30 round banana shaped magazine, had a selective fire option between semi and fully automatic, was easy to manufacture and came in a paratrooper variant, equipped with a metal skeleton butt stock that could be folded to make the weapon more compact. A special scope had also been developed that was issued with the rifle to enable more accurate long range fire. The Marines, Army, and Parachute Corps had already begun issuing the weapons to units in training and to units not presently in combat.

The assault kicked off, hundreds of thousands of Manticorans poured from their trenches as the last shells slammed into the GDU defenders. Tanks, half-tracks, armored cars, self-propelled howitzers, assault guns, and airplanes raced into Jutland, followed by tens of thousands of infantry with rifles, shotguns, submachine guns, machine guns, and grenades. Mortars mounted on trucks and carried by riflemen dropped lighter shells onto enemy positions as the troops surged forward, jumping into the trenches to fight with bullet, bayonet, grenade, brass knuckles, knives, and clubs. The fighting would be fierce, that much was a certainty, but by the end of it, it was hoped, this war would be one step closer to being over.

The sudden change in the world was apparent. The Slavs had run away, back to their homelands as war broke out elsewhere. But the Empire was not through with them, oh no. But the war had taught them many things. One key point was that the Shievak way of war was obsolete. Massed ranks of infantry couldn't hope to stand in the face of machine guns, artillery, and armored vehicles. Additionally, their navy was far obsolete. Over the last several years, they had endeavoured to make changes, building new warships and making their own variations of the armored wagons in service in other armies. And now, with the Slavs distracted, now was the time to strike. Or so the Old Guard said. But the Emperor knew better now. The First War had shown them that they could not fight long alone. They needed allies. And allies they could find in the Manticores and the Graymans. They fought the Slavs with great zeal and would make fair allies. Thus, an envoy was sent to both Emperor Stark and Empress Catherine, announcing that the Shievak Empire would be willing to join on the side of the Alliance in exchange for sections of Skarten and Arengin at the end of the war and some of their armor and aviation technology.

The Envoy from Shievak had received his audience with Emperor Stark who, despite the long standing hostility between the Shievak and Grayman Empires, understood the strategic situation. The GDU had a larger central population and virtually all GDU forces were centrally located around Arengin, offering the GDU a commanding position in the ocean and on land. The addition of the Shievak Empire would add a substantial number of troops and material to the forces available for use against the GDU. Their demands, however, were more worrying. Territory in Skarten and Arengin as well as armored vehicles and aircraft? Perhaps the older models could be shared with the Shievaks with some of the less desirable territories. Perhaps but, like any good husband, Edward Stark knew better than to make a decision without consulting his wife.

The Australan Empire had not changed much over the last decade. They had formed a few armored units, certainly, and even had a Flying Corps, but not much else. However, the world was going to hell in a handbasket and the Empire was none to pleased with the way the war appeared to be heading. Additionally, the Empire's talks with the Manticorans had been cut short by the war. In order to bring those talks back to the table, an envoy was sent, declaring a willingness of the Empire to join the war on the side of the Manticorans in exchange for a favorable alliance and territory in the Meganisian Isles and Zeeland.

The Armored Forces were fairly substantial, with 2,300 Heavy tanks, 6,500 Medium tanks, and 12,500 Light tanks with 5,000 armored cars and 576 self propelled guns with 152mm guns mounted on them. Unfortunately, however, news reports of the new vehicles deployed by the GDU and ARN proved troublesome. These foreign tanks were faster, had larger guns, and thicker armor. It was imperative that the Empire field more advanced vehicles if they were to stand a chance in the coming conflict.

The Navy had also expanded in strength over the last decade. Where once there were 39 dreadnoughts, now there were 56. The 52 battleships were now 80. There were now 400 battlecruisers, heavy cruisers, and light cruisers, the older armored cruisers, protected cruisers, and scout cruisers being replaced by newer ships. Finally, there were 520 destroyers, 600 corvettes, and 360 submersibles. However, many of the larger ships were older models that were nearing the end of their service lives, necessitating the construction of newer ships and refits of the others. As such, the effective strength was a little more than 20 dreadnoughts and just less than 30 battleships.

Empress Catherine had received the Australan Envoy with open arms and their offer was quite reasonable. After all, there was plenty of land in Zeeland and the Isles for the Australans to lay claim to, expanding their Empire. Unfortunately, it was clear that the Australan Navy wasn't yet up to the task of fighting the war. With a mere 50 Capital Ships, they would be of little assistance to the war effort at sea for the time being. Their army, as well, was somewhat obsolete. Their bolt action Enfield rifles were the best in the world, there was no doubt about that, but in a war where machine guns were being made ever smaller and more portable, bolt action weapons were fast becoming a thing of the past. If she could get Parliament to approve, however, she could equip the Australan Army with newer small arms, for a price, putting money in her coffers and better weapons in her allies arsenals.

[Arengin Union]

The assault kicked off, hundreds of thousands of Manticorans poured from their trenches as the last shells slammed into the GDU defenders. Tanks, half-tracks, armored cars, self-propelled howitzers, assault guns, and airplanes raced into Jutland, followed by tens of thousands of infantry with rifles, shotguns, submachine guns, machine guns, and grenades. Mortars mounted on trucks and carried by riflemen dropped lighter shells onto enemy positions as the troops surged forward, jumping into the trenches to fight with bullet, bayonet, grenade, brass knuckles, knives, and clubs. The fighting would be fierce, that much was a certainty, but by the end of it, it was hoped, this war would be one step closer to being over.

"ATTACK!!" An Arenginian soldier screamed as everyone in the trench line, even the wounded grabbed their weapons and took positions at the rifle dens. Machinegun positions began to fire on the line of Manticorans, mowing down the first line of attack, thousands of Manticorans got their chests ripped open by the Arenginian bullets. Riflemen on the dens fired their rifles without command as they wanted to stop the Manticorans at all cost. There were dead Arenginians already, victims from the gas attack, they provided some cover, one that their fellow comrades didn't like the circumstances of but all cover was appreciated.

The bunkers fired their machine guns as well, and AT rockets and anti tank rifles fired on the Manticoran tanks, not on their armor, but on their threads, stopping them dead on their trail. The Arenginians kept firing on the attackers, field guns were aimed at the disabled tanks, a few good hits on the main turret would pierce right through them and they would catch fire.

"DON'T LET THEM PASS!" An Arenginian soldier, couging blood from the toxic gas he had endured yelled. Despite many wounded men, the Arenginians were brave and courageous and everyone who had two hands helped in something. The shells from mortars shredded several medical and quarter tents but were useless on the main bunkers as rocket guns fired back on the enemy charge, ripping right through hordes of the Manticoran cowards.

Soon the Manticorans were jumping into several sections of the trench, others were getting closer to doing so. The Arenginian field gunners were ready for this.

"LOAD UP THE AI SHELLS!" A gunner screamed, the others obeyed and the shells were loaded, the field gun was positioned and ready.

"FIRE!" The gun fired, masses of shrapnel and pellets fired onto the incoming enemy, ripping right through them. The riflemen on the trenches then fired their guns, Mosins, LMG's, Federovs, grenades, both enemy and Arenginian grenades were thrown.

On the sections of the trench in which the Manticorans were at, the Arenginians were not cowards, and they were sure not poor on hand to hand. The Arenginians longed on the Manticorans first with their bayonets, then with hatchets, clubs, machetes, spikes, and their own fists.

The Arenginians men who were able bodied went up against the Manticorans, charging on them as they jumped into the trench and wrestling their guns away as for them not to use them. Pistols and some rifles were fired but mostly it was all hand to hand. The wounded men helped by still firing from their positions as the others fought the Manticorans with everything they got.

Some Arenginians were beaten by Manticoran skilled fighters, but right as that enemy soldier had finish his fight another Arenginian jumped on him. The Manticorans were visibly frightened as they saw how many of these men they were fighting had been affected by the gas attacks, some with severe scars on their faces and hands, others with their eyes blood shot from the tear gas, but all of them had the same frown of hatred towards the Manticorans. They didn't respect them at all, the Arenginians didn't hold bars, they did everything to keep the Manticorans at bay some Arenginians fought outnumbered 1 to 4 and even managed to win the fight, though severely wounded, they would still fight.

An Arenginian soldiers, with a rugged face, beard, and blood shocked eyes and covered with bloody bandages on his hands jumped on a Manticoran soldier who had just killed one of his comrades. He first took a blow from the Manticoran's fist, but then the hit back and again and again. The Manticoran saw the Arenginian eyes of hate and contempt, contempt over the Manticorans using such vile and cowardly weapon and still having guts to face the Arenginians face to face.

The Arenginian kept hitting the Manticorans face, once then twice he didn't stop. He beat him up to a pulp and then without a thought grabbed a nearby wood plank and began to hit him even harder with it. Alas the Manticoran was dead. The Arenginians all around fought with the same level of fury. They would not allow the Manticorans to win like they had in Halium, not this time.

[The Manticoran Empire]

The assault kicked off, hundreds of thousands of Manticorans poured from their trenches as the last shells slammed into the GDU defenders. Tanks, half-tracks, armored cars, self-propelled howitzers, assault guns, and airplanes raced into Jutland, followed by tens of thousands of infantry with rifles, shotguns, submachine guns, machine guns, and grenades. Mortars mounted on trucks and carried by riflemen dropped lighter shells onto enemy positions as the troops surged forward, jumping into the trenches to fight with bullet, bayonet, grenade, brass knuckles, knives, and clubs. The fighting would be fierce, that much was a certainty, but by the end of it, it was hoped, this war would be one step closer to being over.

"ATTACK!!" An Arenginian soldier screamed as everyone in the trench line, even the wounded grabbed their weapons and took positions at the rifle dens. Machinegun positions began to fire on the line of Manticorans, mowing down the first line of attack, thousands of Manticorans got their chests ripped open by the Arenginian bullets. Riflemen on the dens fired their rifles without command as they wanted to stop the Manticorans at all cost. There were dead Arenginians already, victims from the gas attack, they provided some cover, one that their fellow comrades didn't like the circumstances of but all cover was appreciated.

The bunkers fired their machine guns as well, and AT rockets and anti tank rifles fired on the Manticoran tanks, not on their armor, but on their threads, stopping them dead on their trail. The Arenginians kept firing on the attackers, field guns were aimed at the disabled tanks, a few good hits on the main turret would pierce right through them and they would catch fire.

"DON'T LET THEM PASS!" An Arenginian soldier, couging blood from the toxic gas he had endured yelled. Despite many wounded men, the Arenginians were brave and courageous and everyone who had two hands helped in something. The shells from mortars shredded several medical and quarter tents but were useless on the main bunkers as rocket guns fired back on the enemy charge, ripping right through hordes of the Manticoran cowards.

Soon the Manticorans were jumping into several sections of the trench, others were getting closer to doing so. The Arenginian field gunners were ready for this.

"LOAD UP THE AI SHELLS!" A gunner screamed, the others obeyed and the shells were loaded, the field gun was positioned and ready.

"FIRE!" The gun fired, masses of shrapnel and pellets fired onto the incoming enemy, ripping right through them. The riflemen on the trenches then fired their guns, Mosins, LMG's, Federovs, grenades, both enemy and Arenginian grenades were thrown.

On the sections of the trench in which the Manticorans were at, the Arenginians were not cowards, and they were sure not poor on hand to hand. The Arenginians longed on the Manticorans first with their bayonets, then with hatchets, clubs, machetes, spikes, and their own fists.

The Arenginians men who were able bodied went up against the Manticorans, charging on them as they jumped into the trench and wrestling their guns away as for them not to use them. Pistols and some rifles were fired but mostly it was all hand to hand. The wounded men helped by still firing from their positions as the others fought the Manticorans with everything they got.

Some Arenginians were beaten by Manticoran skilled fighters, but right as that enemy soldier had finish his fight another Arenginian jumped on him. The Manticorans were visibly frightened as they saw how many of these men they were fighting had been affected by the gas attacks, some with severe scars on their faces and hands, others with their eyes blood shot from the tear gas, but all of them had the same frown of hatred towards the Manticorans. They didn't respect them at all, the Arenginians didn't hold bars, they did everything to keep the Manticorans at bay some Arenginians fought outnumbered 1 to 4 and even managed to win the fight, though severely wounded, they would still fight.

An Arenginian soldiers, with a rugged face, beard, and blood shocked eyes and covered with bloody bandages on his hands jumped on a Manticoran soldier who had just killed one of his comrades. He first took a blow from the Manticoran's fist, but then the hit back and again and again. The Manticoran saw the Arenginian eyes of hate and contempt, contempt over the Manticorans using such vile and cowardly weapon and still having guts to face the Arenginians face to face.

The Arenginian kept hitting the Manticorans face, once then twice he didn't stop. He beat him up to a pulp and then without a thought grabbed a nearby wood plank and began to hit him even harder with it. Alas the Manticoran was dead. The Arenginians all around fought with the same level of fury. They would not allow the Manticorans to win like they had in Halium, not this time.

The Arenginian troops fought like lions, yet it would not be enough. There were simply too many Manticorans and they were heavily armed. Gas grenades, frag grenades, trench clubs, trench maces, trench knives, brass knuckles, handguns, rifles, submachine guns, shovels, axes, bayonets, and even their own helmets, bashing Arenginian soldiers to death viciously and without mercy. Many of the soldiers were veterans of the Halium and Tamir campaigns and were backed up by armored vehicles. Assault guns fired 76mm high-explosive shells into surviving bunkers, blowing them sky-high. Tanks took out machine guns and field guns while armored cars, armed with machine guns and light repeating cannons, began blasting Arenginians as they tried to resist the assault. Airplanes flew overhead, preventing retreat or reinforcement. Fighters flew down, strafing with their heavy machine guns. Many Air Force squadrons had begun to replace the older water cooled machine guns with the lighter M1905 machine guns. It was only a matter of time before the Arenginian lines were broken.

[Ruskland-Preuben]

Almos Gutkeled

He currently was on horseback, examining the fresh ten thousand group of men his father, a Marshdouke, Georg Gutkeled, had assembled together from his domains to be sent to the east to fight the incoming horde. He was the fourth son of the Marshdouke, and thus was unable to inherit anything, so he left to find his fortune in the Army, only to be sent to the Twelve Isles, and the beaches of Arengin, both hellholes, it was perhaps only through sheer luck was he able to escape the latter battlefield. The man in his thirties whipped his head back to the ten thousand at the bottom of the hill, at the camp, training and drilling. They had been drilled before his father put them under his command, and it seemed that, the training part, was out of the question.

In a week, if there were no interruptions, would the men be sent, to the deepest corner of hell. This war was much worse than the others, as most soldiers were saying. He slouched, but then propped himself up and perked his head to the sound of another horse thudding towards his way, he took a look at the approaching horseman, and found out it was just another non-inheritor, a bastard, per se. His name was Bajoras Wilks, bastard son of Lucjas Zaposkye, a local count, one with a large military though, and Anastasia Wilks, widowed daughter of a dead count. "Ah, Bajoras, what brings you here brother?" He initiated the conversation. "Oh, nothing, just wanted to enjoy the view up here." Bajoras replied, and it was a nice sight, the sun was setting, and high up clouds in the sky were already turning into a beautiful shade of bright orange. "Enjoyable truly is the view here that is for sure." He answered back, looking at the sky, the beautiful cobalt blue sky. Bajoras saw his comrade watching the blue sky, and said "In a week we're going to be under a dull gray sky filled with fire,". "Are you ready for that though." He continued, and to that Almos replied "Yeah, I guess I'll be ready, I don't know about the rest though.". Bajoras nodded to that, "Hmm, well, I'll be going down the hill now, see ya later.". "See you later too friend." Almos murmured softly, as he continued to look at the sky.

A week and a half later...

The travelling had commenced about a week and a half ago, and still were spirits high. The men were chatting away in the trucks, a man or two snuck some alcohol and got drunk, the rest just had a smile on their faces, others a small grin. Either way, morale was high. A couple more minutes later, they arrived at the mountainous city of Bluepeak, there he did a rousing speech, with the end inspiring some men, about a hundred, to join the army on the spot. Of course, they had to be trained and drilled to be of any use, and that took at least two days. Eventually did the time pass, all of them were ready.

Twas' time to step foot in hell.

[Norcourt]

The Current State of Zeeland
July 8th, 1911


Norcourtian Soldiers were heavily outnumbered, 4 to 1, however they knew if they planned it well enough they could push back the Warglorians. Surprisingly, the Warglorians were able to amass a quite large army of 300,000 and many Tanks, considering they were mere colonial troops. Reinforcements had been arriving by the thousands, as the foothold had been set, 56,000 had volunteered in Norcourt, and were trained to be professional citizen soldiers, rather than the colonial conscripts of the Warglorians. 34,000 contracted soldiers from the Elixian Council had been also donated to the cause. There was now 162,000 Soldiers fighting on the Norcourtian side. However still outnumbered, The Republican New Model Army was a force to be reckoned with.

The Norcourtian Armada however, was doing quite fine. They're ships were of top quality, as they had finally moved on from Ironclads, some ten years ago. Ports in Acan, were being bombarded, and the Warglorian fleets, were to be encountered in combat. The RAF (Republican Air Force) were primarily focused on quick strafing runs, near the Zeeland River. Vulture P.III were used to scout along the flanks of Trospico, and Experimental Naval Aeroplane Carriers, allowed them to be sprung into Acan, from the sea.

Captain Stuart Sutford was resting along the edge of the Zeeland Border trench. In the distance he could barely make out the sight of Warglorian Artillery, and Infantry. The past few days he noticed new recruits had been brought in from the Fatherland, even some Elixian Council soldiers too. Stu took his Semi-automatic rifle, and rested it on the top of the trench. From then on, he knew this would be a major conflict...

[Crimetopolis]

The squad of NAD Hunters had been intact. THey were shot and their bodies dumped in a land fill with the placards 'GET OUT OF THE NAD OR ELSE!" By now, TR forces were facing a fort called the Alamo. From loud speaker 4wheelers. "ATTENTION: TEXAN FORCES: IF YOU DONOT FIRE ON US, WE WILL NOT ATTACK YOU. ONLY TRANSVAAL IS THE EVIL ONE HERE."
TAGS TEXANS.

[Ruskland-Preuben]

OOC: Secret IC, please do not use as knowledge in your IC posts.

R'lyeh Post
Info for the rich and powerful!

In order to replace the dead Colonial Horde, which was lost with the ceding of the Imperium's Sheepish Territory, 215,000 men have been sent to be trained to replace half of the Horde. They are currently being trained by the soon to be Battlemaster of this new Horde, Lothaire Q. Jackson.

On news about the western front, Battlemasters Robrecht F. Leeson and Markus P. Hill, Battlemasters of the Iron and Black Horde respectively, have been holding back their Arenginian nemeses quite well, dealing much damage upon their troops whilst taking little damage in return, although word of a renewed Arenginian push has been worrying some citizens here in R'lyeh.

Speaking of those two Battlemasters, their generals, Simmons F. Lee of the 1st Army of the Iron Horde, in conjunction with General Wilson C. Hart of the 2nd Army of the Black Horde, have been regrouping in Yokun, in order to make a flanking move against the enemy, they are to hit Bluefort in the next week.

On info about the front in the East, Battlemaster Georg M. Gutkeled of the Horde of Alsace, with the help of Battlemaster Soult FC. d'Plantagenet of the Horde of the Far North have thwarted a landing operation of GDU forces at Squallholm, and their 2nd and 3rd Generals, Magnus G. Batory and Alostraua Penkites, are currently end route to Soulheim in order to plan an attack on Skarten proper.

[Ruskland-Preuben]

Battle of the Bogs
Drawing up the New Plan 4:00 AM
The three generals were convened in a tent a bit north of Hilltone, a small village by the battlefield, most of the noncombatants had left, though some men had conscripted for them right on the spot. "Alright, let's start shall we?" Alto P. Eadricing began. "Okay, I'll take that as a yes." He began again at the silence, "My troops under Loras and Radberght will begin continuous heavy bombardment by 8:00 AM, after an hour, I want Lawrent to advance and pick off stragglers, is that clear?", "Got that Alto." Replied the gruff voice of Summers S. Lawrent, a veteran. "Goodie, now at 8:30, Lee's forces will be ordered to flank the east flank of the enemy with his tanks and cavalry, and after he makes contact, Meyer's troops will have to flank the west, and then, after contacting the enemy, Lawrent will then cross the bridges and surround the Arenginians with Meyer and Lee's forces," said Alto without losing breath, "If that fails in dislodging them from Botn and the surrounding areas, retreat to former positions and recuperate, and we'll be resuming bombardment, if we succeed, all forces must group and continue down the Northward Road and hit Nordrest.". "Any opposition?" He asked, and there was a silent but resounding no by head shaking, and Eadricing simply nodded, and the meeting adjourned.

[Crimetopolis]

General George S. Patton decided. "Leave a blocking force to embargo the Alamo. Reinforcements will go to the push to Pretoria." By now, TR forces had lost 18,000 dead, 250,000 wounded.

The skies... escorted by sixty biplane fighters, twenty twin-engine biplane bombers raced towards Pretoria. Their orders; hit the presidential palace and the parliament house. Kill the heads of government, and Transvaal would seek an armistice. Pretoria now loomed. Sirens as a
storm of flak hit the Tekno-Republikan air craft. One bomber exploded in mid air, three more were abandoned as their crews were parachuted to safety.

However the rest continued towards their target. Bombs began falling on the presidential palace. The escort fighters were cicling. Where was Transvaal's air force?

TAGS TRANSVAAL

[Rannoria]

For too long...

It has been many years since Rannoria faced true tragedy, many years since Rannoria has been great, and many years since Rannoria has been strong. Rannoria has been through many things, with its ups and downs, but I fear now it is the time that Rannoria truly declines. The Entente was like a brotherhood, and the world, like a family. A family, that has been ripped apart by its quarrels, and torn to shreds by its very foundation. But, to you, my successor, I leave this behind. Heed this message. Make Rannoria strong. We must keep up militarily with our brothers and sisters that are not by Rannorian blood, our else they will vanquish us. You must make Rannoria great again. Keep this nation stable, and don't let it fall down again.

Please, do it. I hope not for my progress to die in vain. Industrialize, in hopes that one day, we will no longer live under Wargloria's armed shadow. To my successor.
- Sios Adance

And there it lay on a table in an apartment. A man was smoking a cigar, and enjoying a nice drink in his home. He may be 61, which was a bit old, but he's seen many things in his life, and done much too. On the table was a pocket pistol, and an ashtray as well. The man was dressed well, in a trench coat along with a helmet one of his old friends gave him. He was dead, now. In his apartment, on a fireplace, was a fragile egg given by someone else, and in his trench coat was a regular pocket watch. It wasn't charred, nor did it hold photos, but it was a memory of what he gave away that did have those. He stood up, and took a deep breath. He set down his helmet, and relying on his table, was a shashka of a very unique engraving. A motto of the family, or of his, you could say. It was a replacement for his old one, though. He put it to his side, and hid the pistol in his pocket. He grabbed the letter, with one look at it, and shoved it in his pocket as well. He walked out of the room. On some additional notes, he didn't have any hair on his head anymore, but he still had a great deal of facial hair. He looked like this. But why was he going out? Well, he thought he should pay a visit to someplace he hasn't been to in a while. His destination? The Arengin Union.