From the desert of Ol Iqui to the... [MT--Open]

by **Paypilazhen** » Mon Jul 06, 2009 10:42 pm

The rain soaked the ground around Captain E. Hienzmenn, his company had recently been stationed in the Malibey region of the country after a Zizhen summer operation took out three minor outposts and cut off two major ones from supply, currently the only way to get food into those post's was extremely protected convoys which exponentially increased the cost of maintaining the sector in Paypezh hand. The plan was to increase the force in Malibey by a full regiment and then launch a full attack threw out the area to cheapen the cost of logistics. Heinzmenn's unit was the last unit to arrive, and as thus they gained the added negativity of low acquittance to the region, this was not helped as the battle-related deaths in the region per unit was five percent, plus the fifteen that were either wounded or sick from mosquitoes on average for the all units stationed in Malibey. Nonetheless F Company, along with A threw E moved out at sunset threw the jungles, their line extending half a mile as the sweeped the area first around Outpost Jiheno.

First contact was made the next date, two hours after the sun hid from their nation. It was raining, bloody surprising, and the canopy sheathed even the reflective light from the moon to give them any sort of luminosity: then a clash was heard, a squad of Zizhen guerrillas had stumbled into the line, a shot here and there was fired, but the sound soon died down, the enemy squad had been killed, the one that had surrendered were stabbed in the throat, with only two casualties on the Paypezh side. But the consequence was predictable, all up and down the line the men were told to halt and stay low, their presence was now known by the enemy and a sizable counter-attack would occur. The predicted happened five hours later, though it could of happened sooner, for a good two hours the line could hear the Zizhen commanders preparing and organizing their troops, but the lack of light disallowed and preemptive fire, though it was a good sign, they didn't know where they were.

B, D, and F company were all smashed against by at least a company sized force, the other companies had to maintain the line and only indiviuals that were right next to the action could risk getting a shot off. In the jungle, at least at this situation, the Paypezh had the advantage, their longer SMLE allowed them to stab at a farther distance, the automatic of the Zizhen couldn't be used, unless one idiot decided he didn't care about shooting his comrades. The first wave was beaten back and several volleys were fired on their backs, however about sixty-four men were taken out of action, another week or two and a damned good chunk would be sick. The men waited another hour, the sound of the enemy was constantly heard, finally day break came, but this time it wasn't good news, they had to move and make it to Jiheno quickly before the Zizhen were to encircle them and destroy the entire regiment. It would be a ten hour march normally, fourteen in the jungle, but they would have to make it there sooner, if they were to be attacked at night as weary as they would be at the time the outcome wouldn't be in the Paypezh favor.

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The wide tracts of desert were of major strategic importance to the state as they were the only oil producing area in the entire country, any kind of major and sustained shortage would bring the helicopter missions in the mountainous Alziq region to a halt, and the humble air force which was in constant use in the same region as its oil was mined would have to be restricted, as thus the largest force was stationed in this region, and was also the focal point of the first and only unified front against the Paypezh Jingoists. Enemy assets in the region consist of a minor air force, an armored force, and an ill-equipped and ill-supplied force of experienced troops, the enemy air force usually forces their Paypezh counter-parts into a retreat or at least occupies them until their ground assets are safely repositioned. The major operation in this region is the allocation of a major rigging field about fourteen clicks from the farthest outpost, for the first time the Jingoist Air Fleet was ordered on an air superiority missions, which would normally cause casualties that the State would consider too risky or expensive to attempt.

Sergeant L. Hewes was a squad commander in the two regiment sized attacking force, here their SMLE's accuracy and training would face off against various assortment of assault rifles, the most feared being the FN FAL. His was currently on their second day of the march, and the field was just two clicks away, however a bad sign had occurred as an aerial duel developed above him, the enemy MiG-25s against the State's Su-24s, apparently their missiles had already been dispensed as they flew in wide circles, after several minutes one had finally been downed and was oddly heading towards the field. This wasn't the most concerning thing however as any Ol Iqui veteran knew that where there were enemy aircraft there were those fucking sand humping Poztiey and associated nomads, and this time was no different. The massive and dunes cut off each company from one another and acted as a bitch of a sound barrier so a spotter was assigned atop all relevant dunes and soon enough one was spotted and the radioman reported an armored force south west of their position and .77 Regiment was assigned to prepare set up a company at the top of the hill and line the bottom of the dunes with the rest of their men and to charge up when they see the barrel off the first tank or wheeled vehicle as was more likely.

Oh joy must have blessed Hewes when his radioman told him that his company would be defending the north west area was a large enemy infantry force had been spotted. Now his squad quickly, relatively, ran threw the drudgery of dessert travel and reached their position. Overlapping fire at fifty meters had been set up and now the target practice started. The wind whisked the bayonet that masked the middle of his face and below, dusk not penetrating as it was stuffed into his beige t-shirt, the goggles had a blueish tint about them that helped with the sun, but when sitting at ranges in excess of a hundred meters, as he was now, they were a bother so he quickly plucked them up and moved them to his cheek-level. His gun already have a .303 round in the chamber and he quickly switched off the safety, lining up the post with the rear, using the measurements to about a hundred fifty meters. A loud boom shook threw out the dunes, which was swiftly followed by about a hundred nineteen more the attacking force noticeable shrunk, then increased and was visibly moving faster. More sporadic shots were fired off, now return fire was coming towards them but it made no difference, for at least another fifty meters they would have a safe advantage.

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Alziq, such a bitch. It was the most lightly defended sector the State was trying to claim, however they had four mobile Air Cavalry battalions with two batteries of medium artillery and an attack helicopter squadron. Despite this they had the highest battle-related casualties, eleven percent the enemy outnumbered them twenty to one and most of their bases were hardened, or just carved out of the mountains which meant that each had to be stormed by the Herus Syumm Kerr (Air Storm Corps.) it was a tiring onus that cost about four percent battle-shock casualties, this is theorized by some military psychologists to be simply a common way to be honarable discharged, however most of these men are two time or more tours so this has been discounted by the most relevant military officers.

The Herus Syumm Kerr solely operates in Alziq and is the only unit to wholey use a rifle other then the SMLE, which is the AKS-74u and the L1A1, each squad is outfitted with eight AKS-74s, five L1A1s and two Charlton Automatic Rifles. Operation that are currently planned for this region are none, the presence is to high and too well fortified, only expectations are to contain the region and destroy any vehicles not of the State that try to move in or out, people are treated the same, with the small exceptions of capture and 'interrogation'. There are over eighteen notable tribes in Alziq, the most prevalent being the Kihu tribe which have been indigenous to the region for over six thousand years, diplomacy may be enacted if the situation maintains.

||OOC: Basically after the British renounced their claims one major political party came about, the Nationalist Party for Paypilazhen, which quickly organized into the Republic of the stated name. However nearly three hundred tribes and peoples expressed nationalist and regional interest and soon a massive break-up began. While the Jingoist State of Paypilazhen has the largest controlled area they mainly control only strategically important population centers and agricultural fields, while they lay claim to the whole region. This whole thing has been going on for about nine years and the only region that looks like there may be a victory is Ol Iqui, and a victory there would untie major units to the jungle region, for the foreseeable future Alziq will be untakeable.

You can join as a nation wishing to support one of the smaller nations or try to maintain the existence of a particular tribe, or support Paypilazhen. You can play as a major or minor group, however large swath of time without activity will lead to removal of such position. No invasions of either the major/minor/my state at this time, unless you have a legitimate RP claim. If you have questions please TG. And yes this is 2009 and my troops are still using WWII tech, shit why fix something that ain't broken, amirite?||

by **Avenio** » Mon Jul 06, 2009 11:27 pm

OOC: May I join? Maybe I could bring in a humanitarian mission to help rebuild some of the tribal areas?

by **Paypilazhen** » Tue Jul 07, 2009 10:37 am

||OOC: Yea that'd be okay.||

by **Paypilazhen** » Tue Jul 07, 2009 1:16 pm

Hienzmenn's line kept up the march, the ground swallowing their feet with redundancy, it had been eleven hours at the night now hid them, but things could be heard in front of the line. The men were tired, dirty and some had even already gotten sick, these men had to act as soldiers until they reached Jiheno, then they would be given much needed respite. Another hour passed and the order was given to stop, guerrillas had been spotted... or at least heard, and it was decided that they would take what few hours of darkness they had left to sleep, watches would be set up and the men would get their few hours of sleep undisturbed.

Most of them woke up three hours later and went off to their trek, but this time they walked into a massive ambush. Kalashnikovs cut down entire trees around them, the men threw themselves on the ground, trying to return fire with their bolt action rifles, with such initial intensity caused the first return fire to be lacking by anyone's imagination, but as they became desensitized to the constant action and the low loss of fire their shots more often hit true, however as the Zizhen marched in on them, forming a semi-circle. The casualties on the Paypezh side increased dramatically and bayonets were attached, Captain Heinzmenn order his men into a line while they were all on the ground and at once they entered a kneeling position and let off a volley of fire, of one hundred and five shots forty-two hit their targets, but raking assault rifle fire took almost twenty men down before they could hit the dirt. Several platoons attempted a charge and all but one were beaten back, and that single one was down to twelve men.

The Zizhen were within ten meters now, most of the trees had been cut down and the sun lit up their location, the grenade game was now being played and Colonel W. Ezhtien was given one flat choice, retreat. There was only one decent-strength company in the entire regiment, and luckily for Hienzmenn it was his. He was ordered to maintain, with his eight something men, a line the size that was covered by the regiment, it at this moment was no larger then fifty meters, but still a hard task, meanwhile the rest of .89 Regiment was running their asses off back to the nearest camp which was three days march away, adding to their tiredness. His line fired vehemently into the enemy ranks, several men still shooting after being filled with one or two 7.62x39mm rounds. Hienzmenn wanted to launch a glorious charge but knew that would be over to quickly, he had to slowly fall back to gain time for the rest of the regiment. Finally twenty minutes later with the company down to just over twenty men they broke and ran in a flurry of directions, Hienzmenn catching a bullet to the leg and being captured.

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The Ol Iqui advance was now bogged down in both an air battle and a ground battle, with .77 regiment and .78 regiment combating a brigade sized force from the south and north. Specifically the battle in the skies was not leaning to anyone's favor with two fighters down on both sides, one Paypezh destroyed from a ground-based SAM, the guns were blaring and it was soon to become larger. On the ground the southern sector was being attacked by a mechanized enemy regiment that was close to coming within dismount range, however a significant amount of damage had been dealt with the help of MANPADs and ATGMs. Several companies were still in reserve to be used to help blunt a break threw or move into a flanking position though being mostly infantry dulled this advantage slightly, notably there was one Camel Calvary company.

Hewes' company kept the hail of rounds on the enemy and they were dropping like flies, but it seemed that they were being reinforced every time they took casualties so the company CO radioed for another company to help stem the attack and requested some air support, but the area wasn't safe for any runs. The tribes had just entered a hundred meters and the Charlton light machine guns began ripping on them from their positions on the flanks, but now the first shots were making home as reports of one man being killed by return fire trickled in, the most experienced could just barely make out the sound of an FAL. Hewes would sustain the status quo as long as he could. Further reports indicated that more planes were being dropped out of the sky, though Hewes had no impetuous to find the verisimilitude of this statement, other reports told that the enemy had finally dismounted in the south at fifty meters and that casualties were growing as the IFVs cannons tore at .77 Regiment's position. The Camel company was being moved to attack the left flank and a Merkeva tank platoon was being sent to attack the right, around four companies were still in reserve along with another tank squad.

Finally Hewes got his reinforcements and just in time as the enemy reached the fifty meter 'kill zones' in great number, the first volley taking down at least nineteen men. The second and third were closely the same, the tribesmen had no choice to advance as there were no dunes except the ones back about three hundred meters, a small platoon knelled down and began a duel with Hewes' squad only to have been ripped apart by two machine guns on their flanks. The tribal bodies were stretched some hundred meters and growing by the second, but it wasn't to say that they hadn't made any progress, about eleven men had been hit so far and many more would be taken out as soon as they captured the first dune. Seeing this Hewes ordered his squad to attach bayonets for the inevitable close conflict they would face, being on one of the front line dunes.

by **ViZion** » Tue Jul 07, 2009 11:30 pm

OOC: Alright, definite bump for an awesome new RPer. Lets get this thing going, people. No way should this thing go by the wayside... my IC post will be coming later. But definite bump and two thumbs up. We need more new NS'ers like THIS! This, class of 2009, is how it's done.

by **Valipac** » Wed Jul 08, 2009 12:27 am

Sergeant Hughes checked his HK G36 and his Equinox series pistol to make sure they were securely fastened to his person. He had probably checked those items fourteen times over the course of the flight, but one could never be too sure. Stuck in the back of a lumbering cargo plane for hours, he was itching to put his feet to solid ground. First things first though, and that meant the descent to earth, where he would then have to regroup with seven other men that made up the Valipacian insertion force. He had a map of the area, but intel was spotty, no one really knew where the hostiles were in the jungle, besides their main outposts.

"Drop Zone Approaching, ETA 2 minutes," said the calm voice of the pilot over the headset communicator that each Valipacian wore. These men were the best of the best in the Valipacian Army, they were the Night Eagles. The men were scrubbed of all identification, for all someone knew, they were natives defending their homes. Exceptionally well equipped natives. The eight men made up a crew of two fire teams. Two G36's, two G36K's, two MG4's, a marksman with the Kampferian Model 2010 RSR, and a heavy gunner with a SMAW and a M1014 shotgun made up the crew, who's goal was to silently eliminate resistance to the Nationalist Party for Paypilazhen within the jungle. Each man was equipped with his fill of Series 6 grenades, and each carried loads of ammunition with him.

"One Minute to drop." Hughes stood up and walked calmly to the back of the plane. His steely eyes looked over his compatriots who were also there, preparing for the jump. He buckled his parachute up, knowing that it would deploy properly, because he had unpacked and repacked it five times that morning, in preparation for the jump. Few knew he was being deployed. Few would ever know how he died, if he did. Such was the price he paid for being elite. It was a travesty.

"Go go go go!" The back door of the cargo plane dropped and the Valipacians began jumping, two at a time. First the Lance Corporal, Young, and the Corporal, Martin. Then Sergeant Riley and Staff Sergeant Humphries. Then Corporal Arnold and Sergeant Todd. Finally, only Sergeant Hughes and Warrant Officer Gibbons were left standing on the back of the plane. "See you on the ground," Gibbons said. "Good luck." He jumped, and so did Hughes. Falling down, faster and faster, Hughes counted the seconds off in his mind. Finally, he jerked the parachute release and felt his descent abruptly slowed. He could feel the wind pushing his chute slightly, and looked around to see his crewmates' chutes, but could not due to the dark conditions.

After what seemed like an eternity, he crashed through the top of the treeline and felt his chute get snagged. Dangling 7 feet off of the ground, he reached for his chute release, but could not quite get his fingers on it. He removed his knife from his belt and proceeded to saw through the harness that kept him aloft. Finally, he cut all the way through, and he plummeted to the ground. Lying on his face, he heard someone approaching behind him. It was Gibbons. "Good to see you made it, son," Gibbons said. "Let's head to the rendezvous point here, the men should be waiting for us when we get there. And remember, once the sun comes up, all communication becomes non-verbal. Unless forced, we only strike at night." Hughes nodded, and reached out to grab Gibbons' extended hand. After being pulled to his feet, he brushed some of the mud off his uniform, and then thought better of it and refrained from doing it again. It was best to blend in to the scenery, and it appeared that mud was pretty common. He adjusted his night vision goggles to better fight the lighting conditions on the jungle floor, and unclipped his G36 from his belt. Following the Warrant Officer, he began to make his way to the rendezvous site, finger on the trigger - just in case.

by **Paypilazhen** » Fri Jul 10, 2009 3:04 am

The rain had taken over the once clear side, it was now night and the remnants of the regiment were dragging their feet, it was a form of death, the deep lack of sleep their senses were dulled, most had given up trying to hide their presence from the enemy... it would simply take too much energy at this point. The main retreat was directly under Colonel Ezhtien, about a hundred thirty men had formed up beside him and were about a day away from the nearest post, but at their current rate they'd be lucky if they made it in two. It was a mistake not to have at the very least company-issued radios in this jungle, but the brass had deemed it too expensive, all the good shit was sent to the desert, probably had too much sand stuck up their ass to be nice and give even the spares to the folks fighting the monkeys. There was a lot of other stragglers, much in the same condition at Ezhtien's, with the exception of quantity, and many of these were either captured or enveloped and destroyed, no doubt by the time they gave the captured troops time to rest they'd quickly give up the secret of the operation, not that it had mattered now.

Captain Hienzmenn's group was a wreck, nineteen men, they had lost two since the full fledged retreat, and the fucking monkeys were behind them every step of the way, the only difference between Hienzmenn's 'company' and the rest of the regiment is that he made the decision to finish up and make it to Jiheno, even in their nasty state all they would have to do it walk for about two hours, make a wide u-turn and start towards the base, hopefully they wouldn't lose their bearings, and they should make it within two days, normally barely a day. It was night now, and unlike the rest of the unit he ordered his men to rest, only one man would stay awake for two hours while the rest were asleep, Hienzmenn offered to be first and the others were in no mood to argue.

Back at Outpost Jiheno the loud effort of combat had drawn Lieutenant Colonel Elwin P. Illiaho's attention and he quickly sent out one of his platoons to check out the results, he was the only one in the camp to know of the operation and was pondering about its progress, an eerie reminder being the convoy of supplies with an attached full company just earlier that day. But it was dark now and he decided to delay the platoon until dawn, meanwhile in case of the operation's failure, which he couldn't doubt in this harsh vegetation, he had a squad of his troops move out to search for a location for a new base, he hadn't even asked the brass about it, it was sort of a pet project. The squad had twelve SMLE No. 6 jungle carbines along with two Charlton guns and an SMLE No. 3 with scope, it wasn't exactly the best unit in the base but they had seen their fair share of combat and would suffice to find a base, they headed out north west of the base, as was procedure in the area they would stalk slowly and quietly until daybreak.

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It was the 'intelligent' choice of the company CO to place a unit between enemy and the Papezh riflemen, luckily Hewes' troop got picked to charge the line. One had to question the tactical value if they were being put into such a situation personally and from Hewes' point of view it was a SHIT idea, but he was a soldier, and he had his orders. He ordered his men to raise up, attracting even more bullets as they began their slow-walking decent down to 'ground level', the attackers being confused at who to shoot, the men a top slaughtering them or the troops at eye level that were just so easy to spot. For some dash-darned idea they though Hewes and his men were the better pick and unloaded on them, the closest being only thirty meters out, his squad immediately took two down, and ordered them to fall back into the rear. This 'diversionary' assault sure had a lot of infantry in it and the bodies easily numbered in excess of a hundred and a half men. He ordered his men to lower themselves and the shot off a few enemy knees caps as they slowly crawled forwards, Hewes' shirt being drawn up and down viciously, to the point where his bandanna came out and sand soon filled the gap, oh the eminence of soldiering.

Meanwhile the armored assault at the south was pushing back the Papezh, the main infantry companies had been pushed back into the dunes and the unmounted infantry was storming them taking tons of ground. As the IFVs turned flank and went to shuttle for more their left flank lit up with some heavy 120mm rounds that busted their hulls into mush, they quickly started driving as fast as they could, to their respect they only stood long enough after the dismount to encounter to volleys. The foot infantry that had finally caught up turned to face Merkevas, along with their allying T-80s and an impressive tank duel began, with infantry advancing. Luckily the Camel Calvary had dismounted and was moving up, leaving their camels behind, this drew a large chunk of enemy infantry away and made it predominately an Israeli-Russian metal battle, the Merkevas being only lower in number by two, but already having taken a T-80. Sadly a group of anti-tank mechanized infantry unleashed seven RPG-7 rounds on the right flank of one Merkeva and took it out, these men quickly vanished into the infantry battle of the dunes.

Both air forces were equally inept and inexperienced so the battle raged on, however both sides had lost five aircraft, making it the most deadly air battle of the entire war, and it was only to get worse. Several groups broke off as they needed to reequip both their main guns and their missiles, it would make things very interesting for those left behind, as they couldn't leave without risking losing air superiority for even a second, or else the battle might turn against their favor. The battle was proving interesting on all fronts as the southern breakthrew my become encircled or penetrate and cut off the regiments, and the north possibly turning into the main assault being ignored, and finally the air battle that no matter what the ground difference could turn the tide at any moment... but there was another factor... the weather. A sand storm was supposedly moving in on their location and with the Oyui Coalition's superior numbers it might doom the entire operation, both air forces being grounded.

by **Avenio** » Sat Jul 11, 2009 12:01 am

((OOC: Not sure where to jump in here, I'll just post a quick ORBAT and a brief government greeting, I'll have a proper post tomorrow. Erm, is your country landlocked or does it have an ocean nearby?))

The Most Serene Republic of Avenio

Official Telegram - Published by the Cultural Ministry Subcommittee on Official Publications

To: The Jingoistic States of Paypilazhen

We are concerned with the instability occuring in multiple regions of Paypilazhen, in particular the Ol Iqui region, due to nationalist and anti-governmental unrest.

As such, we would like to offer the Paypilazhen government a detachment of the Avenese Humanitarian Society, to help rebuild outlying tribal areas as well as a small contingent of security troops to assist in the stabilization of said region, if you would so wish it.
We await your reply.

Signed,

Prime Minister
Sophie D'Invierre

International Affairs Minister
Urbain D'Iberville

ORBAT

by **Valipac** » Sat Jul 11, 2009 12:09 am

"Goddamn mosquitos are the size of half-fuckin-numismas," Sergeant Hughes muttered to himself. "And they're a dime a dozen too." He slapped at his arm, where a mosquito was sucking its share of blood. So this was why he had been put through a regimen of monthly immunity shots. God knows what those bugs could be carrying. The Valipacians had just left the rendezvous point and were divided into two teams. They were currently en route to the perimeter of what was known to them as OPFOR Camp ABLE, or OCA for short, but was to the natives Outpost Jiheno. They weren't going to assault the camp - to do so would be rash, foolhardy, and sure death - but they were planning on scoping out the camp, seeing when and where it recieved shipments, about how many men were awake and or present each hour, and what could be done to weaken the camp from an external point of access.

Out of nowhere, Hughes' eyes picked up on something in the mud of the jungle floor. Fresh footprints, cutting diagonally across the path they were currently taking. He motioned for Corporal Arnold and Warrant Officer Gibbons to come over and check out his discovery. Gibbons was the commanding officer, and needed to be informed, and Arnold was the expert tracker of the group. He was a hunting enthusiast in his offtime, and was rumored to have survived with nothing more than a bow and arrow and a knife in the northern forest during the Valipacian winter. "Hrm," surmised Arnold, as he examined the track. Scuffling around in the mud, he moved around, looking to find other tracks. After a few minutes, he reported back to Gibbons. "I figure that based on spacing and pace, it was a patrol of 14 or so men, give or take a couple. Looks like this is the first time they've come this way, the path isn't beaten down or worn at all. They can't know we're here, but they must be looking for something. These tracks haven't been here long, either. We're pretty close, so I'd recommend keeping our voices down. I say we forget 'em and stick to the objective."

Gibbons thought for a moment. "The objective is to weaken the resistance. If we take out 14 men, they're 14 men weaker. If they come back this way, what's to say they don't detect us the same way we found them? We'd be taking a lot of chances with our lives then. If they die, worst thing that happens is that the resistance thinks that Paypilazhen got em. They won't know it was us. We eliminate the men, plus we continue on with the main objective. Lets follow these tracks, but stay quiet. When we get close to the men, encircle them from the sides, and set up interlocking fire zones. Then wipe em clean. Just don't die, for the love of God." He adjusted the way his pants were riding up against his crotch. Damn standard issue, never the right size, he thought. I know we have other stuff to complain about, but it's like they expect us all to be fuckin women. Sorry boys, we pack heat. "Move out."

Hughes dropped his rifle from his shoulder and held it close, ready to fire at a moments notice. Action was near; he could sense it. It was in the way the humidity floated in the air, and in the way the leaves brushed against each other in the slight breeze. It was in the way that the men carried themselves, with their chests a little stronger and their heads a little higher. Mostly, it was in the way the sound of suppressed gunshots rippled across the jungle sky. Wait - suppressed gunshots? Hughes clinched his gun and sprinted forward. "Straggler!" came the call over his communication headset. "Take him out, and then we'll go after the rest!" Unlucky bastard, Hughes murmered to himself. Poor kid was probably taking a piss when we ran up on him. Probably still has his dick hanging out. He chuckled to himself under his breath. He, of all people, knew that life had its tough breaks at times, but he had to persevere. It was time to hunt down that kid before he made it back to his patrol and could alert them. In the distance, he saw the brush moving as someone or something disturbed it. Hughes let off four shots with his silenced G-36. Hopefully that would take care of the problem.

by **Paypilazhen** » Sat Jul 11, 2009 1:35 am

To the Enlightened Noocracy of Avenio, in reply to request of Humanitarian Aide
Communiqué

The Ol Iqui region is fast, and a large tract of it is currently being fought between both sides, we can not guarantee security in any aspect, however we will contact the Oyui Coalition to help allow your presence in the region. We offer you the Main Airfield of Paypilazhen, in the capitol. Details are being sent to you as we speak.

by **Paypilazhen** » Sat Jul 11, 2009 9:02 pm

For Colonel Ezhtien two days had passed and the remnants of his regiment had finally made it into the nearest outpost, Base Elsajeh, it was backwater outpost with no more then a hundred twenty men stationed at a time but now over twice that number occupied it, with several more groups coming in. The final number of troops that would make it to Elsajeh was a hundred ninety-nine men, an amazing drop from the seven hundred twenty men that had started in the operation. Of these men over half were sick, their immune systems completely annihilated without days of sleep and constant and inconsistent bursts of adrenaline, the massive mosquitoes didn't help either. The fighting capability of these men was only eight-two and even the colonel was feeling under the weather, however he had a briefing with the Jungle Military Head Quarters (HZHQ) and would he and his men would have to hump it to the nearest major base, Outpost Quaye, hopefully he would be able to find a radio in Elsajeh.

Over with Hienzmenn's company his troops had made it to Jiheno with eighteen men, luckily only four of his men were sick enough to be taken out of action, the others were busy at the outpost's HQ trying to get a helicopter ride out of the area, but to their disappointment they could only get out with the convoy which had just left a few days ago and would have to wait a week to get on board with it. Meanwhile Hienzmenn and his company were given a full leave of absence, but de facto they were just a bunch of troops in a base with no responsibilities, it was kind of relaxing but they all just wanted to see what was left of the regiment, because they had taken a serious beating, if it was even half as bad for the rest of the regiment they wouldn't know what was going to happen, would they get transferred, or would they get downsized to a reserve force until fresh recruits came, it was all a bit nerve wracking.

All the while the fifteen men were shouldering their weapons and humping threw the woods looking for the correct spot to establish a new camp, they hadn't found one yet, or more oddly they hadn't found any enemy either they thought it was either a very good sign or a very bad sign and that kind of ambivalence was not good to maintain steady nerves. In Jiheno the platoon that was going to be sent out was recalled as the remnants came, to say something of the morale the men were told that the troops coming in where the remnants of a squad along with a group of stragglers that had been threw the jungles for months, but any experienced eye could see that their clothes weren't torn or altered and they didn't badly need a shave, but they just kept on with their day, so long as they knew it was just a few more men to defend the base with, and that could never hurt... or could it?

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Hewes and company had been laying down fire and attracting more and more attention for the past two minutes, taking another casualty but this one had his head collapsed in so worrying about evacuating him wasn't a problem, he felt ambivalence towards this, he knew that the man was dead and knew the man, not particularly liking him however, but on the other hand he was dead, grieving wouldn't bring him back and now that he was dead he might as well look at the benefits of the situation of the death. Though the enemy's assault was starting to get broken up less and less and more concentrated waves were having to be cut down even closer to their line, it looked like Hewes would have to put his squad into hand-to-hand action soon, but then a phenomenon happened, smoke started to rise from the ground, first at the farther back reaches of the battlefield then at closer and closer, it was sustained in a straight line, no doubt man made. The commander of the company radioed in for additional reinforcements, which were quickly underway and would take a few minutes, but until then the smoke stopped at about thirty yards out from Hewes position, then the attack halted, men could be heard coughing ferociously on the other side but no shots were fired, ammunition was running dangerously low.

Finally seven minutes passed and Hewes was signaled to advance, and after his men took two steps a hail of gun fire crashed against them, every single soldier in his squad was kicked off their feet by at least two rounds, the cause was a massed horde coming from the smoke, at least a hundred men in the first few seconds. Return fire was rampant from both sides, Hewes' company commander wanted his squad back so he ordered his entire company to charge and beat the men back with bayonets to retrieve the squad, not before calling in for the remaining Merkeva squad to attack the flank of the enemy. Captain L. Reyuit lead the charge and was one of the first to meet the Oyui troops head on, not without taking a stack of casualties during the charge, sadly. The Oyui fought back with their guns, most already attaching bayonets in the smoke and their numbers increased as packs of dozen men moved out of smoke to join the horde, adding to that a group of two dozen came from the sides and charged the flank of Reyuit's company, enveloping them. However, it couldn't be said that this rescue wasn't helping the cause, as it gave the second company free reign to open up on the enemy's heads, up until packs of men from the smoke began charging the dunes. At this point the battle looked much like that of the south, except there was no tank support, yet.

Down south the infantry battle had bogged down as both sides had set up strong points along a semi-continuous front line of dunes, both sides had men that didn't want to die so the distance shooting began, and at thirty meters maximum the bolt action had a bit of either hitting the target or shooting too high, but the experienced troops beat their semi/full automatic rivals. The incentive to end this battle quickly reallocate their forces to the increasingly desperate situation up north, as such two additional companies were being moved to help push back the attack and they would launch an assault on the right while the center line would apply some pressure from the front. Meanwhile the tanks had been consistently dueling it out, with three damaged Merkevas and a destroyed one compared to five damaged T-80s and two destroyed ones, however two of the damaged Merkevas had their main hit in the front block which only knocked out the engine and they were ordered to stand their ground and keep up the fire, the third had the mantle almost completely destroyed and it began its retreat. The Camel Cavalry Company was also slugging it out with two companies of foot infantry which were advancing steadily but taking heavy casualties.

Weather reports were turning out better as the dune storm hit farther east and the wind had died in the area, but this gave an advantageous to the smoke attack in the north and this was aggravating to those men as it was being reported to all the companies in the area, heavy fighting was going on and all the men would happily accept a break in the action. The air battle was staying consistent with their lacking of gain by either side, the enemy side came first and unleashed their load at the enemy and took down three air craft before entering the fray, their numbers conferred no advantage in a dog fight as only one man can effectively tail another aircraft at a time, and as such a 'bowl' was formed filled with idle air craft taking up valuable oil, that was until the delayed by communications break down Papezh force came riding back, opening up a deadly arsenal of missiles that took out six enemy aircraft, return fire was sustained and two went down. Again the bowl enlarged as more air craft were added, the tally was nineteen Poztiey MiG-25 against twenty-one Papezh Su-24s, it was even being theorized that two of the Su-24s would break off and let off their one air-to-ground missiles to help turn the tide of the battle.

by **Paypilazhen** » Sun Jul 12, 2009 8:20 pm

"Zyea illahyo pazeh po zyea yhetpal yon ruet kez muen pazeh!" It was an odd thing as the Sergeant barked to his troops, in fact it was barely 'language' by more physical observers of linguistics but to summarize what he said would to an injustice to it, but just injustice is the way of the world. In the most barbaric and inhumane way he ordered his troops to board the Mi-8 and to kiss their asses good bye for the third time this week and for some reason this slap of fatalism made the men steel, it was conjectured by the more intellectual officers and enlisted of the Herus Syumm Kerr that the expectation of death is what made each day, even in this barren, cold, even scary plateau, better because they had survived what most men couldn't of, or at least that's what it was suppose to do. It didn't matter as Aytel Battalion boarded their fifteen Mi-8s to full capacity and their attached attack squadron of ten Mi-24s, their goal was to attack Yuyi Mountain which was the second largest mountain in the region and was being whispered of becoming the native's major base, as such Aytel Battalion would be ordered to land on the top of the rock and charge down clearing all the crevices of the natural monument. Their planned insertion medium was to send their fifteen transports surrounded by their ten attack helicopters, two in the front, two on each side, and four in the back, such was the heuristic organization after repeated guerrilla attack from the rear, and the front could be defended by the two sides if necessary. If this was indeed the enemy's base of operation they would wait for them to about to land and then launch their man-portable SAMs from the rear and try to lay down heavy sniper fire, however this is where the second air attack squadron would come in an destroy them, this was a new tactic that would be introduced in the battle.

Now to study the Herus Syumm Kerr branch of the army, it's basic equipment was derived by the need for the troops to have both accurate distance fire and inaccurate 'sweeping' military apparatus for the inner mountain. As such the 'Air Assault Corps.' has recently undergone a transformation in structure from the homogeneous squad-platoon-company formations for the rest of the ground force, the new break down was team-squad-platoon but this was as the following a team consists of two men, a squad consists of five teams, two teams use L1A1 and the others use the AKS-74u the executive sergeants are from the same team and are usually the L1A1 group. From there is goes into a platoon made of two squads and command structure of four men, a CO and XO, a specialist, and a radioman. After this five platoons form a company which the addition of three men, the company CO and XO with a radioman. Each platoon has a specific specialist which may switch from mission to mission. Then a battalion unit is formed of three companies (the battalion unit is the administrative unit and makes up practically no extra fighting force) with the addition of four more platoons then the command structure is twelve men, the battalion CO and XO with a two-man radio team, four guards and four managers for arms, ammunition, logistics and replacements. The other basic equipment are the breathing apparatus used when attack the top of a mountain, with a light air pack used with a breathing mask and black boots, a black jump suit, black knee and elbow pads, a black helmet, and clear goggles and a bandanna to to wrap around their mouth, this creates a more 'uniformed monster' so that the survivor against the Kerr will be scared of the tenacity of the men, taking one example of a man to be the full make-up of the force, however this could prove to be an issue if there was a weak link in the Kerr and unlike the rest of the military... there wasn't one.

Corporal Dane P. Imayial was in the are now, the sweet chorus of twenty five helicopters brought joy to his hearts as they approached the mountain. This was his second tour and he'd seen combat and fifty hills and mountains all across the region, it couldn't be said that he was a 'hardened' veteran because when he had joined Dane yielded no inhibiting compunction to kill those he was ordered to, he understood that they had family, they had wives but there was a simple fact that made him the embodiment of the best soldier, he didn't care about the enemy, but he sure as hell didn't charge across open field. He looked around the helicopter of his platoon, he'd be attached to the same platoon for his past four years and he could only see the same six faces from when he had started, the CO and the squad commanders and plus two executive sergeants, the rest had either taken a bullet, gone fucking loopy or didn't return from their tours. This wasn't to say the remaining eighteen men were incompetent or inexperienced, in fact only three of his troop were green, but it was just kind of sad to reminisce of the past battles and glorious charges with only six others when so many more had participated, but he would soldier on, that was his job after all.

Finally they were seconds away from hovering above the Yuyi and as predicted a plethora of SAM launches were detected and the helicopters quickly scattered and launched flares with the Mi-24s returning fire and to a lesser extent the Mi-8s. The duel went on for another minute before the second force of Mi-24 helicopters road in a fired off a massive volley of air to ground missiles which effectively silenced the SAMs, except for a lone one which caught a single Mi-8 in the rear rotor that had returned to hovering over Yuyi. The fourteen other transport helicopters quickly landed and began dropping off their troops which quickly formed a jagged perimeter on the mountain top, oxygen tanks were pulled out of the helicopters and quickly distributed to the force, there was no attack at the perimeter, which was odd as Yuyi had a fairly large amount of carved paths, including one that leads from the bottom to top. The transport helicopters pulled out as the men were let off and the attack helicopters peeled out several minutes later.

The Embaza began spiraling out of control as their rear was hit, Imayial grabbed his helmet and tucked in to prevent whiplash as such he could feel the gs pulling his body in the direction of the helicopter with an epic duel against his safety harness that was keeping him from a spectacular death. As his eyes wondered below his feet he felt a heavy object hit his ankle and caught a glimpse of it before it flew out of the transport ship, it was some kind of tank which had to mean that it was one of his platoon's oxygen tank, but in that moment of, well minute clarity he exited the realm of 'true' thought. He saw himself before a herd of pigs, shooting at them with a kind of fervor not seen in him since high school, until a large boar-man charged him and he charged him with his fury and foam out both their lips. He looked around his head still shaken from the crash and could see his platoon CO pulling out someone from the helicopter and in a kind of weightless daze he looked at his chest and could see clearly that half his body was covered in blood, no doubt soaking into his britches he made a desperate gambit to pull himself out.

Around the perimeter the battalion CO organized his companies into a serious defensive line, but everyone knew that they couldn't stay up there long enough or else the immediate lack of oxygen when their tanks run out would ruin them, perhaps not kill them immediately but most definitely knock them out of combat, as such the CO ordered 1. Company to make its way down the main path and secure it so the rest of the men could grapple down to a safer level, just in case he requested more tanks be sent but the loss of one expensive ship was enough to disallow this and as such he had to hasten 1. Company's dismissal from the perimeter. Meanwhile the troops were ordered to not talk unless absolutely necessary or joke around as laughter and conversation robs the air in the oxygen tank and they only have 3 hours as a very liberal estimate, even cigarettes were disallowed at this point in the operation.

by **Avenio** » Sun Jul 12, 2009 8:50 pm

((OOC: I've decided to use 1980's tech like you suggested, it really doesn't matter to me. I'm assuming its a temperate grassland-like climate))

Main Airfield - Paypilazhen Capital

A low humming filled the still air, and a breeze rustled the auburn waves of grass.
In the distance, a formation of helicopters could be seen, arcing towards the small airport near the capital of Paypilazhen.

The helicopters were emblazoned with the Avenese flag, and as they drew closer one could tell they were CH-149 medium transport helicopters, many of them loaded down with supplies and troops. They drew closer, some hovering over the tarmac and dropping large bundles of crates or construction equipment, while others began dropping troops and engineers.
After releasing their cargo, the helicopters took back to the sky, traveling back to the Avenese fleet in international waters to resupply and return.

The soldiers and engineers got to work immediately, unpacking crates of cement and tarmac mix, bricks, radio transmitters and a large solar generator, and began retrofitting the old airport, fitting it with modern amenities and resurfacing the runway with new tarmac.

Several hours later, the upgrades were mainly complete, and by the time the next wave of supplies and personnel had arrived the next morning, the tarmac had dried and the Paypilazhen capital had a modern, if spartan airport.

A CH-149 helicopter touched down on a small helipad on the edge of the airport, and a small group of civilians in what appeared to be hiking gear emerged. The civilians, who were the leaders of the expedition, picked up their baggage and loaded into a waiting APC, which was to take them to the newly-finished headquarters at the rear of the airport.

((OOC2: Feel free to sent a delegation or somesuch, I'm just setting up for the rest of the forces' arrival.))

by **Paypilazhen** » Mon Jul 13, 2009 8:57 pm

The Air Port Company's Chief Executive Officer ran down to the air port followed by sixteen security guards, all of which had illegal Mini Uzis underneath their dress at most time of day, but currently they were unslung with the extending butt out, it had taken them so long to finally reach the ground since he had to have a very vivid argument with the government about people interrupting his business, in Paypilazhen there was no diplomatic immunity, however the government didn't want to sour relations with a possible ally but they had to uphold their laws, they wouldn't become spineless puppets like early China. The executive was cursing up and down the Persian list of obscene profanities as he finally ran into what seemed to be a leader in this band of Avanese diplomats, and he started eloquently personal relations. "You fucking idiots, what the fuck makes you think you can just land on your little fucking asses and start canceling our flights, you know I had to redirect six flights because you fucking buffoons were fucking my fucking tarmac! Get the fuck off my property now, and you will fucking pay me reparations for this fucking mess or I'll have all your fucking asses in jail!" He continued on to the man who, being a leader in the group or not, was doing his job.

||OOC: There's your delegation

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by **Paypilazhen** » Thu Jul 16, 2009 12:21 am

Colonel Ezhtien had found a radio and told the command of his plight, as aggravated as they were and how competent as they were they had decided to allow his troops a few weeks of rest... not. They were ordered to get a full day's rest and then start humping, their grace allowed the sick to stay but the rest of the men would have to start moving quick. Not surprisingly the men slept a full thirty-two hours, and a few more had gotten sick (Yea, right) and couldn't go on the march, the remaining seventy-seven started up, luckily they were only two days march from the outpost and they were in friendly territory so the likelihood of them getting killed was much lower than during the operation, though not impossible. Ezhtien hoped that they would give his men at least a weak, hopefully a reassignment, but they wouldn't be so lucky, they couldn't be.

Over with Captain Hienzmenn the convoy finally came and he got his men ready to go, the four would nurse their wounds until they got better but the fourteen would get on their way out, with the convoy around them they were probably going to survive and if they wanted to they could make it to the closest major outpost and debrief to the commander, the nearest one to the convoy was about three days away, and they would enjoy their rest because each day the convoy got to stay in a safe outpost and restock on necessities, the only thing that could have made their stay a little better was a few prostitutes, but they weren't that lucky.

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The north was awash with blood, the men from three companies were locked in brutal combat against over a brigade of experienced, furious, under fed, viscous beasts of men, they had dropped their gear whilst masked in the gas and as such they were more mobile, but the Papezh troops fought valiantly, the fresh company had forced the battle into a stand still, Captain Reyuit's troop had finally surrounded the bodies of the fallen squad, every man had either bled to death or had been extinguished in the opening volley, either way he quickly took the tags of the men and ordered his men to fight to the rear and then fall back behind the lines of the company waiting on the edges of the dunes (he didn't know the second company had arrived and forced a static line that had effectively made a wall between his unit and the rest) but his men were down to sixty troops, there was no time to break the nerves, there was no chance the men became a monstrous wave of shining blades an lightning cracks of fire, they slowly moved threw the crowd, their opposition was ubiquoutis on their flanks the only way to survive was pure, perfect cohesion, they were a block of ice sailing threw an oven, but they were making it, now down to just under forty men.

Captain E. Lërazh saw the plight of his fellow soldiers, and with an almost unresistant action he ordered his men to push, in his own words, "Save ass like it was your ass!" and he took to the very first line crashing against the once continuous line, with the enemy having to worry about their rear and the enemy that was shooting and stabbing forward their mind was not focused as it should have been against the individual soldier. Finally the enemy line was creating large salients, while small salients give a tactical advantage by widening and exposing of flanks, large ones were fundamental in making an encirclement, and as soon as the first salient was cut off it was pushed against with immense impetus and the unit either died or surrendered, but during this epoch all traitors to their countries were shot dead. It couldn't be said that the enemy was becoming easy but there was a growing consensus within the Oyui Brigade's leadership that to fall back and open up with close-range fire would be more effective then trying to fight the Papezh hand-to-hand.

Finally the enemy began to 'break' and Captain Reyuit's force met up with the rest of the northern sector, except only twelve survived, not including Captain Reyuit that had handed off the dog tags to one of his enlisted troops. The surviving men were torn, their once yellow uniform were drenched from the waist up in a regal red, their faces were elongated and they were quickly ordered to the rear, in their condition they couldn't even been used as a reserve force. Another company was called for reinforcements, and this time it would come, along with the arrival of the Merkeva squad that was just five hundred meters to the right of the column of smoke that the enemy force had retreated into. The men looked down and saw the bodies of hundreds of troops, from both sides but the turbans of the Oyui Coalition were most prominent, it was a miracle that the men held and pushed back the enemy without any additional support, of course they still had a fight to pick with some two thousand troops, and as of now they had less then two hundred, it was going to be a hard fight and much longer.

In the south the T-80s were slugging into out still with the Merkevas, but with each passing round the Papezh machines gained more of an advantage, finally the BMP-3s made their re-entrance and let off another battalion of troops, this time a bit less as they had lost some transports in the previous 'cargo' run, but two ATGM equipped IFVs came with them and unleash a payload of two guided missiles, getting a mobility kill and destroying the other, suffice to say the IFVs were taken out. As the BMPs began their retreat and had made it to a rather far distance the T-80s began to pull back, though only three made it all the way home, rest either destroyed or too damaged to move. As the counter-attack began to hit full swing the Merkevas opened up with their Anti-Personal weaponry in support of the Camel Company, with their main cannons hitting some dunes to use as a scare tactic against the advancing mechanized infantry. A full blown assault came from the enemy of the front as the two companies began hitting the flank hard, the center line starting to buckle a bit in some areas, this was worrying as they were both too close for fire support and there were no more reserves, a break threw here could mean the encirclement of two companies and the defeat of the remaining Merkevas to cheap anti-armor weapons, plus it would leave the northern sector stranded. The air battle was becoming arbitrary as one from each fleet was knocked out but neither gaining any real advantage.

by **Campeachy** » Thu Jul 16, 2009 1:08 am

OOC:

I'm definitely interested in this. If possible and I can think of something, I'd like to join in soon.

by **Paypilazhen** » Thu Jul 16, 2009 3:53 am

The two men looked deeply at each other, their faces stoic, neither of them fully believed in the mission that they were being sent out, but it was their mission and they had to do it, or they could just retire but that thought was just not possible, especially for the bushy beard man on the other side of the table. Commandant L. Qerayi rubbed his chin looking deeply at the man, "My nation has prepared to offer you full autonomy, you may choose your form of government, the only thing that is required of you in compensation in the form of soldiers, all current troops fighting against the State will surrender their arms and they may choose to fight on behalf of the State, the requirement is twenty thousand Mountaineers." Qerayi finished what he was sent to do, most of him wanted the man to deny him, but another that was bleeding to save the lives of the soldiers under his command was hoping he would just accept, they would gain so much more then the few hundred they had lost in the theater.

The Chieftain extended his arms and then slammed them against the edges of the table on his side, it was more of royal or powerful gesture than any kind of intimidation tactic. "We've fought each other for over eight years," His thick Ipole accent forced Qerayi to struggle to understand even a single word that the man had said, "My men have bled long and hard to maintain our way of life, the nomadic or the agrarian, and we have sustained this threw out this period and have been able to keep your 'elite' forces at bay," This was kind of a bluff, the Yuyi mountain was under attack and over two thousand men now huddled in the low crevices of its foundation they comprised the entirety of the warriors of the Llayey Ipole tribe, and they were the major produces of food in the Confederation, if they left the war then the troops could starve to death in two months, but the Chief had to remain strong in appearance. "You will only succeed in these talks if you agree to a unilateral cease fire." This was his last gambit, if they rejected him here he could lose the war or he could gain them precious months to reposition his troops and gain several allies that had to leave the war due to high casualties.

Qerayi exhaled heavily threw his nose at this proposal, but he was told to accept this secondary offer, the simple fact was that the Herus Syumm Kerr was needed elsewhere and the mountains had nothing to gain. "We accept." He did this knowing full well that the attack on the mountain was not fully underway, knowing that they had already lost a helicopter, but it was his job, he would have to tell the men how it went and why, but as of now a script was writing up the agreement in both the Ipole language and the Persian tongue of the Paypezh. As it was done the two men looked each other sternly in the eye, both didn't know the other man's thoughts or the reason for their decision, but they believed that they used some sort of clairvoyance, be it spiritual or instinctive, had known what the other man was thinking and why they thought that, being ignorant to the true facts, it was this kind of action that made war so unpredictable, so damn dangerous.

by **Campeachy** » Fri Jul 17, 2009 1:45 am

OOC:

Here we go.

IC:

Major Tanya Stephanie Nepomuceno Rucker-Seguín, Royal Campeachy Marine Corps, had spent thirteen years in service, the last seven of them in the Marine Raiders, the Kingdom’s primary offensive special operations force. She had decided her future was in the military because it was the best chance to escape life in her abusive father’s house in Ponta Delgada, and had signed on for the Navy Officer Candidate Course when she enrolled at the University of the Azores. She made a highly capable cadet, especially among the University’s small NOCC class, and upon graduating second highest elected to go to the RCMC as opposed to the Navy services. In the Corps she had continued to excel, advancing rapidly, obtaining her captain’s bars ahead of most of her peers, which in as small a service as the RCMC made her stand out quite nicely indeed. Offered a chance to serve in the Raiders Battalion as a major, she had accepted, both out of desire for a challenge to her abilities, and the sure knowledge it would enrage her father, who believed a woman’s place was barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen.

Now, here she was on her first combat assignment on foreign soil. She’d led missions against pirates before, but this would be a different mission. Simply put, she and a small band of fellow Marine Raiders were to drop on to this island country in the midst of an invasion and a civil war, and provide assistance to one specific tribe, thereby destabilizing the foreign invaders and, it was hoped, galvanizing the neighboring tribes in the process. This was the reason why she was sitting silent in the back of a C-27J Spartan, along with eleven enlisted Marines. Further back in the cargo hold were a few large bags, marked with location beacons and packed with parachutes, loaded with medical supplies. These would be used to help the locals with their more serious cases of illness and injury, and hopefully gain some trust. Just in case, Seguín had a little something to give the tribal leader, Peori Iray, as a personal gift. Hopefully the SIG Sauer P226 pistol set in .357 SIG variant might impress upon him somewhat the sincerity of her own desire, and that of her country, to assist.

“Major!” The voice of First Sergeant John Maxin jolted her from her thoughts. “The pilot says we’re approaching the drop zone! We need to get ready!”

“Right!” she answered with a nod. “Check the bags!” With that, the Raiders began checking the six large packages of supplies, ensuring they were ready. With that done they checked themselves and each other, ensuring preparedness. It would really be silly for one of them to come all this way, only to die in the jungle because of a faulted parachute. Before long, the plane slowed down, began losing altitude, and the cargo ramp opened fully. Seguín and the others lobbed the packages into the pre-dawn darkness, before following the bags themselves on their RAM-AIR parachutes.

Some minutes later…

“Right, then, it looks like we’re set. Let’s move out.”

Major Seguín nodded at her chosen forward scouts and the two Raiders moved, advancing slowly through the jungle, Seguín herself behind them, everybody else in a file behind Seguín. The bags, all four, had been located and were spread out in between the group, none at the head or tail of the column. Seguín had also ordered the recovery of a few of the parachutes. They would let the locals have the nylon and so forth.

First things first, however…they had to find the locals, the Kizhen. With that goal in mind, the twelve RCMC Raiders moved tactically through the jungle. They were heading roughly in the direction of a village they had spotted from the Spartan. It was well enough into Kizhen territory for them to be confident it was not enemy held.

by **Paypilazhen** » Tue Jul 21, 2009 12:45 pm

Captain Lërazh was in direct control of the north section, as mandated by the Operational Commander, and immediately set his troops onto a widened lane and increased the density of overlapping fire zones within the short intermittent time between the enemy Brigade's third charge. Thousands of Oyui troops charged charged out of the column of gas and immediately came under fire from several angles, perhaps the most notable being their left flank which was having four Merkavas, each equipped with a .50 caliber machine, two .30 calibers and a 60mm mortar which pumped round after round into the enemy charge, compounded by hundreds of rifle rounds the enemy dead was leaping past one hundred and exponentially climbing, almost without anymore needed information the Oyui charge broke into a full rout, the troops that had continued to come in threw smoke did an about face as they saw their comrades screaming towards them in fear, associated with the sounds of mortars and heavy small arms fire, the northern sector seemed to have finally been won, the victory was no doubt due to the heavy pairs of balls that the Paypezh men had in the face of overwhelming oppositional force, metals would be given, but at the end of the campaign, and only god knew how many of them would be left if action like this became scenic.

The center company in the southern sector had not crumbled but was pulling back in a fighting retreat, their only chance was that the two companies to the right would make a significant break threw, meanwhile the battered company en route to the northern sector was called back to help support the embattled company, the Merkava squad was to hold position in case of a determined enemy counter-attack, adding to that they would be almost completely useless in the dune area that the majority of the infantry battle was occurring. The right flank had previously made good progress against the infantry and unloaded mechanized troops but as the second battalion replaced these troops the weary men couldn't hold too much to the fresh troops, though the new battalion was scared as the sounds of booming cannons were to their back, currently the flanking action was becoming a second front, at this moment it was up to the commanders whether to order a bayonet charge across the short distance or see if they could keep pushing them back with accurate rifle fire, as their weapons did allot a serious advantage in this stage of combat.

The two enemy companies caught between the Camel Company and the surviving armor of the unit routed, which freed up the Camel unit that immediately was radioed in to run to the rear of the enemy advancement, attach bayonets, and charge with full might to alleviate the pressure on the rest of the battalions. The rapidity of their response was increased as they mounted their surviving camels, of the original hundred twenty men currently ninety-one were making the charge, the armor was using their machine guns to cut down the routing enemy, and angling their mortars to drop low-intensity fire on the enemy position. Up in the air the Poztiey MiG-25's were starting to gain a slight advantage as they used cannon fire to take down two Su-24s compared to the only singular kill made by them, the pilots were gaining their first tidbits of experience and whichever side had the quickest learners would win this engagement.

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To be exact seven days had past, the full fighting capable remnants of the regiment stood before the Malibey theater commanders, eighty-four men faced stalwart with their chins up high and their backs up straight, though this was more due to the usual compensation that was forced upon them when they were wearing their rucksacks, the commander were thoroughly disgusted, the only true officers left (above lieutenant) was Colonel Ezhtien and Captain Hieznmenn, the latter was promoted to Major and XO of the regiment, they were given a solid thrashing but the officers and men alike defended themselves, they reported time and time again that they were overwhelmed, that their weapons were useless in the close quarters combat of the jungle, but the reply this brought on was both a flurry of obscenities and testimonies of the dozen and more other regiments that made due with their rifles and served with distinction. This was countered with their greenness, but it made no difference Ezhtien's unit was to be returned to the home front, retrain new recruits, and come back to repeat the operation, it would be on their personal shoulder's to make sure the operation was a success and it was made clear that they had two options: complete the operations or die carrying it out, there would be no 'end of tour' or retirement, it was all the way or no way.

Back in the small village the Kurdish-tongued men spoke to the single translator, it was soon discerned that they were here to help the Kizhen in their endeavor to rid their lands of unwonted invaders, and soon word reached War Chieftain Peori Iray and, as was his distrusting personality, he had a band of a hundred of his best warriors come with him towards the village, Po'ayet, and they made it there within two days, the foreign men were treated with both admiration and xenophobia as they were constantly watched and if they tried to get near the women they were shooed away with both facial force and implication of more violent tactic. As Iray's troop entered the village as ceremony was held, reminiscent of the native americans as they sat around the giant huts and the elders partook in a smoke of marijuana, finally it reached the commander of the alien group, whether he would accept it or not would heavily hamper or help future relations with the Kizhen.

The departed group had finally found a select area to build a new base, it was elevated ground with light foliage surrounding the area, during their trek on of their number had died of dysentery but they finally returned home. A runner was sent to have a new regiment pulled from one of the further back bases and used to build and garrison the new base, seeing as the order to establish a new base would help alleviate the pressure from the two existing outposts it was remarkably likely to pass, meanwhile on the base increased movement was being sighted and the most recent convoy came under attack five times by the Kizhen guerrillas, which was more than twice the average amount, adding to that almost a quarter of the men had died Lieutenant Colonel Illiaho was forced to make a platoon reinforce the convoy, which came under further attack until it reached the harder controlled area of Paypezh, this was not a good sign and the previous flare launches of two hours had been reduced to every hour, it was obvious that the Kizhen were to make a move soon.

by **Campeachy** » Thu Jul 23, 2009 10:55 pm

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Major Seguín and her Marines had passed the two days waiting for the local chieftain in quiet anxiety. They knew to meet Iray was vital to the mission, but at the same time, literally every minute spent stationary put them at risk of detection, as roving enemy patrols reported having noticed an unusual presence in enemy territories. As the day finally came when they were to meet Iray, the Marines were at once relieved and suddenly, more tense. The added tension came from the fact he held such a critical role in the Kingdom’s plans in this land. His support was absolutely essential right now. Thus, when the smouldering pipe was being passed around, letting off a thing trail of smoke and a scent which Seguín recognized as the notorious “Devil Weed,” illegal in all of Campeachy including the Autonomous Region of the Azores where she grew up, she made the decision to accept it when it came around. She could deal with a buzzing head and badly disrupted appetite if it meant the local warlord’s support. Besides, she had smoked marijuana before, in her father’s basement, sneaking down at night, and stealing some of her father’s stash. She grinned at the memory. Then, it was her turn, and she took the pipe in her hands, brought it to her lips and took a respectable pull. She was even a little proud, as she passed the item along. She had not smoked Mary Jane in years but she had still managed not to cough.

“The local blend, Boss?” asked First Sergeant Maxin in a hushed whisper, leaning in close to be heard. Seguín just nodded, and then, she had a thought. She had not remover her helmet, and with her hair tucked up and camouflage cream heavy laden on her face, there was no way to discern that she was…well…a she. That could cause problems with the locals if they discovered it themselves down the road, and they would find out; best to let that cat out now. With both hands she set her rifle across her knees, undid her chin strap, and slowly pulled the form-fitting parachutist’s helmet from her head. Her auburn hair, cut to the neck and curly, bound with a scrunch tie, was revealed. She removed the tie. With that, she waited in silence to receive the reaction of the local people.

OOC:

I should have more in the next post, my friends.

by **Paypilazhen** » Fri Jul 24, 2009 8:20 am

Several hours had passed after the ceremony and the commanders were all in the hut, Iray represented the Kizhen force, another man arrived for the second most dominant tribe Pyzah was also represented, and then there was the Marine female, whose gender had made no discernible difference in the way she was treated, both in Kizhen and Pyzah culture a competent commander was a good thing, no matter what different physical attributes they may have. Also notable was the fact that the other eleven Marines were stationed walking around Po'ayet, where as seven Kizhen bodyguards were also in the company of the commanders, leaving the female Marine in an onus. Iray began, "What are you intentions, and why do you think them enough to come to our land? We've fought nine sanguinary years against the formidable Paieysz* and we have no qualms with attacking other foreigners who wish to take our land."

Kurdish screams, perhaps these were just inscrutably loud orders, all across the line around Outpost Jiheno, Lieutenant Colonel Illiaho ordered the a section of his artillery to constantly fire out flares, while the rest of his mortars would be zeroing on the treeline. There was perhaps a problem with this, the fucking monkey chaps across the dirt weren't idiots and there could be as few as a dozen men in front of them with scare crows just to waste the outpost's supply of both mortar rounds and flares. Thus was only one way to pull the truth from the dark, and that was both a mortar barrage and a small-scale probing action. The first salvo left its tube and the reciprocation was a plethora of agonized screams, however even the verisimilitude of this was still in question, so a platoon was sent out to launch a counter-action, under the fire from four zeroed in mortars, several riflemen and four heavy machine guns. A heavy series of random shot was fired at the platoon which scurried back being covered by a hail of fire, even so sixteen men from the platoon had been hit and that was enough proof for Colonel Illiaho.

Meanwhile back on the homefront Ezhtien and Hienzmenn were organizing the remnants of their regiment and a few new recruits were trickling in day by day, at this rate they would have enough men to begin training in about a week. Meanwhile the transferred regiment was attached to the convoy, unbeknown to either group they were either going to make or break the battle at Outpost Jiheno, and the troops that numbered on the border were absolutely massive in scale relative to the region as a whole, this battle may serve to prove that the SMLE No. 6 really wasn't fit for service this jungle terrain. Across the board the other Outpost was receiving its supplies much laxer as their convoys only came under attack maybe twice if they were unlucky. The situation was truly unfair, but that was war, the men in the worst position are usually the men that need to do their best. Karma, to the few who believed in it in the Paypezh army, were soon going to shed that naïve view of the world.

*Kizhen/Pyzah pronunciation of Paypezh

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As the Camel Company made its first contact with a now-frightened enemy the Merkava mortar fire ceased for fear of blue on blue hits, but previous to that they had scored a bit under a hundred enemy casualties, and the charge that was staged by the enemy against the center line was still pushing it back, albeit much slower than originally. Whats more for good news an abhorrent communications break down had kept four full strength companies out of the fight completely, they had been slowed down slightly being composed of much greener proportion of men and as such the field commanders hadn't taken note of this and assumed they were on the front somewhere, almost without saying three of the four companies was moved to support the single one that was down to under half strength at this point, and as they finally reached the unit it was given a well-deserved relieve and was pulled to the back of the action, surprising not one unit had set up their mortar units but with the dunes and the close proximity of the fighting the relieved unit wouldn't do such, plus their equipment was still near the center of the position and they didn't want to move.

By now the driving right flank attack was bogged down and the commanders had decided not to push harder as a quarter of their men were already wounded or laying dead under the harsh sun. The center line was making a counter-push against the bogged down attack and the enemy troops in the center of all the action were estimated to be over seven hundred men in strength, against above six hundred Paypezh troops and the combat was getting even more intense as the Camel Company threw themselves at the enemy's rear, actually shrinking the size of the right flank's attack and allowing them to concentrate more heavily on the zone of attack, however the Oyui's right flank was still wide open to allow for a route of retreat, knowing this the remaining armor was ordered more to the Oyui's left flank and prepare to open fire on their retreat, the several mobility killed crews exited their vehicles with their service pistols and made the way to the functioning tanks. However the right flank was soon exploited as more than a hundred men began a moderately large flanking maneuver.

The planes in the air were having serious trouble as three more Su-24s had been taken down with only one Poztiey downed in return, but this wasn't the least of their problems as a renewed dust storm was coming towards the battlefield and the MiG-25s began to take leave from the quickly coming storm, plus their fuel was probably already out. The Su-24s were ordered to return to base but one young pilot decided to loiter a bit longer and let off two dumb bombs over the enemy's head, one had missed to the right of the Oyui group and the other had just clipped the fringes of a group, probably getting one to five kills on that bomb. The Su-24 commander gave him both a good thrashing and a bit of adulation as he informed the field commanders that a storm was coming in and they had better finish up the fighting quick or else the entire enemy unit could slip away... or worse, win.

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Corporal Imayial had finally recovered from his shock as with the seven other men that had survived the crash, not including the Corporal's fractured foot which made him immobile without support, the other casualty was Private First Class Frank Qeyazh, who had a heft bit of debris lodged in his right shoulder, though it didn't obstruct his ability to walk he couldn't use his fire arm which was a major inhibitor to the remaining platoon's firepower, they were now below squad strength and they might have to make either a full descent or a full ascension, either way it was a bit of a bitch if they would say themselves. They checked their flare guns and rifle, the former were all soaked in blood which made them useless, except the platoon CO's for some reason he had been both the first to wake up and the most fortuitous in everything that had occurred after the crash, experience had to account for a large percentage of this, but (without his men's knowledge) had soaked up all the pain, all the deep-tissued agony that he had taken and put on a guise of invincibility for his men, it was the ineffable love inherent in the military. Imayial had taken upon himself to pull the tags from his platoon mates and the pilots that hand undoubtedly saved their lives with expertise.

Now the trek was to start, two men had to be used to carry Imayial and Private Qeyazh had his SMLE uncomfortably swaying with each step, the remaining three combat ready troops were positioned two at the front and one in the back, taking each step in stride. It was decided that they would ascend, Imayial's eyes moving constantly from left to right, from up to down, he was being some jolty that his 'supports' started cursing at him with intense vigor. It was horrible to be wounded in a real tense situation, knowing his brothers could be taking bullets all around him and an event that he couldn't control was holding back perfectly good men to help win the battle, instead they were watching his useless ass sit there, soaking up space.

Finally after a good two hours trek they were starting to lose their breath, at this stage oxygen tanks and mask were vehemently advised but they had lost theirs in the drop from air to dirt as thus they were completely dependent on their lungs ability, luckily the Herus Syumm Kerr was the only group in the military were smoking was disallowed, it even went so far as reassign troops that had been found with a history of ever smoking any kind of substance, even just once. They pushed on hard for another fifteen minutes, but Qeyazh was starting to have some complications with his injury as the height increase, Imayial silently theorized his blood was getting thinner or the slightly colder climate could also be to blame, but it was getting colder with each step and if push came to shove then Imayial would carrier the bastard himself. However a magnificent glint came from the sky, accompanied by the sound of pounding rotor blades, the cavalry had finally arrived, but for it to come at this time was very mentally vexing, fuck it all if it wasn't for good though, and when the helicopters were within half a klick the CO let off his flare and they were sure to come and pick them up, though they might have to march to a wider part of the pathway and hop onto the helicopter, Imayial would most likely get tossed in, it wouldn't be that perilous of an action.

by **Paypilazhen** » Mon Aug 03, 2009 9:32 pm

The attack had just started as Private L. Empeh stared down the barrel of his SMLE Mk. III (which I would like to clarify is NOT the cheapened version that has the * as the denominator) as the enemy troops became a lit with the fallacy of incandescent light that originated from one of the plethora of flare fired from the mortars, he could clearly see that was he was firing into was a bag of sand that was being pushed towards him, underneath all this were several explosions that caused it to elevate lightly, these were the mines that had been laid to force the enemy into a tunnel, apparently it didn't go exactly to plan. All along the front these lumps of sand were being pushed even towards the pathways that had no mines on them, thus disallowing any effective return fire. It was a mystery how they assembled these bags in pitch darkness additionally that they would constantly been broken up by the trees, what they hadn't know that the actually line was made up of much smaller bags and that the men themselves were coordinating the movements, knowing that if any of them pushed to hard they would be lit up like a Christmas tree.

Facing such adversity the commander of the garrison, Lieutenant Colonel Illiaho, devised what he perceived as a cunning plan, he would organize all forty of his mortars to zero in at different sectors all along the front, though ignoring the pathways, have them set up to be proportionate so as to fool the enemy into thinking they were just trying to kill the men, as is the way of war. Then the troops all along the front would open up seeping fire all across the bags, it would be in such numerical density that it would give it a loud roar all along the front, but they would only fire at a slow pace to conserve ammunition for the future battles. As this was to be going on B Company, under the leadership of Captain James Kyjev, would quietly move up to the bag of sand that was moving towards the western pathway, once they reached there they would attach bayonets and commence the brutal combat, but letting out no screams as to give away that they had gotten behind their bags. It was hoped that this would stop the attack for good, or at least pause it enough that day would arrive, as sunlight was just an hour or two away, the explained enemy thought for this was that they would have the sun to their backs in certain sides when they would finally make it passed the mine field, thus helping in their final offensive push.

At 03:20 Kyjev led his men forward into the darkness, with dozens of rounds flying off, the blue tracers from the fifty caliber guns and thirty cals light up small strikes of invisibility, rounds could be heard dropping all along in front of them, dozens of agonizing screams came from their front; as well several dozen enthralled soldiers, the percentage was much higher amongst the machine gunners who’s automatic capability defeated their training and were now wasting a preposterous amount of ammunition without any result. The enemy sand bloc was now within ten meters of their position and closing as they advanced towards each other, a sensitive AP mine exploded and a piece of metal caught one of his enlisted men in the calf muscle letting out a screech of pain, but due to the enormous amount of noise this was concealed. One man was ordered to escort the wounded soldier back to the base. At 3:24 they reached the bloc and charged over the top stabbing with intense thrusts at the enemy…

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Corporal Stanley Pzhil had held the line with the other fifty men that made up the sanguinary A Company of .78 Regiment, his rifle had been clogged by a fuck load of sand and he was forced to pick up a fallen comrades Charlton machine gun, as of now he had only two magazines, both of which he fully loaded by taking out the .303 rounds from the SMLE’s stripper clips, thank mother fucking god for compatibility he prayed silently to his omnipotent god. The unit had held long and hard against a determined enemy and that nearly was four times their size, the all wanted a rest but in this battle they would be given no longer then ten minutes as an enemy counter attack on the left flank was shredding up one of the companies, he (and half his unit) cursed the man that had picked up the radio when the original carrier was killed. He pushed himself off his ass using the butt of his gun, careful not to make his new projecting cudgel jam as the previous one had.

The Camel company was making heavy progress as the enemy’s left flank began to shrink further as units either capitulated or were completely destroyed against the hammering fire, adding to the fact that the men now feared for an aerial bombardment not knowing that both forces had been called off, this was more fortuitous for the Paypezh force as the enemy was finally exploiting the advantages of their air craft, luckily an air mobile defense unit was planned to catch up to them in two days, until then they would be pushing at a slow pace. The attack on the enemy’s left flank was starting to add a heavy toll as one unit was sighting retreat, and better yet a group of twenty men were caught by the cross fire of the armored units, soon the enemy would probably break, especially if the attack from their right flank was to be bogged down or pushed back, the commanders began guessing that enemy morale and discipline would break within the next twenty minutes, the battle had lasted three hours and claimed many lives, which would be tabulated at the closer of it.

Stanley finally hit dirt and saw the enemy flood across the dunes, he opened up control fire against the enemy, even though the gun had full automatic option it also had horrendous recoil which assiduously forced the gun towards the sky, plus he hadn’t the ammunition to spare either. The brave vanguard enemy platoon, which at this point only consisted of about thirty troops, was lit up and dwindled to about four after they had made it back to the first dunes, the full enemy force of about a hundred thirty men held position, firing on the Paypezh company to their left and also taking fire from the Paypezh ‘company’ in front of them, but the accurate fire was taking heads off. It wasn’t known if the enemy soldiers understood that the outcome of this entire battle, perhaps the war in Ol Iqui, depended solely on those soldiers, but either way they weren’t going to just roll over and lose. Meanwhile a platoon of the last company in reserve (around forty men) was sent to support the embattled A Company and help them end this battle in a victory, also the rolling dust storm was being reported about twenty clicks out by Lërazh and it was closing fast, they had just twenty minutes before it reached the southern sector, hopefully that would be just enough time to break the enemy.

by **Ideam** » Mon Aug 03, 2009 11:34 pm

OOC: Can I be a reporter that brings this problem to light.

by **Paypilazhen** » Sat Sep 05, 2009 11:44 am

Stanley saw dozens of plums consisting of sand popping up in front of his, it was disturbing, it meant that they were starting to zero in on him, but just has his anxiety reached a peak a man hit the dirt next to him, unwontedly kicked more of the grit into his eyes causing a slight cessation in his consistent fire and loss of previous target. The reinforcing platoon finally arrived and the soldiers were fresh, though not inexperienced and their added volume in led also help boost morale in the company. However out of no where the enemy were filled with an intense fervor as around sixty troops charged with their AK-47s (and other kinds of weapons) blazing and a telling gleam from the end of it foreshadowed their attempt at a bayonet charge, sadly the enemy commander was zealous or incompetent as he left about forty men behind the dunes to hit them with suppressing fire, apparently these were the marksmen of the group and a bullet found its mark in Stanley’s new compatriot, crushing his skull and exiting threw his neck. Stanley quickly slid down the dune, dragging the man’s body with it, he wasn’t about to waste this ‘ammo dump’ as he malevolently deemed it, each man usually carried around sixty rounds on them, sometimes more if they took the extra from the logistics, Stanley was almost out on his last clip with his other one empty. He began quickly taking the strip clips and shove them into his magazines.

Over with Lërazh’s side of the battle the storm came sweeping towards them, he quickly told him troops to get to the tops of dunes and hunker down for cover, a radioman at his side he felt quiet confident in his survival, he had ordered the tank companies to race back towards the south sector, they might be able to arrive in time to do some good, it would definitely make the foot soldiers smile, this was especially safe as no officer, no matter how competent or idiotic could attack in weather like this. Nonetheless his tank group quickly made their way over, reporting that the sand storm had just hit farther up and that they were moving back to support the troops, perhaps their mortars could do good help as long as they stayed further back. They would arrive twelve minutes before the sand storm hit there, the commander quickly ordered that the Merkevas unleash their fire and a torrent game down, most notably in front of the center line which was the scene of some four hundred men on both sides, scratching and clawing for the upper hand as accurate fire was the order of the day, over shooting mortar rounds hit behind the dunes, as such the troops that had been gearing up to support the left flank assault began to fall back in a disorganized motion, this set in motion, for the combating center Coalition forces, a full retreat as they believed their rear-units or the right flank attack had been beaten back and an imminent Paypezh counter-attack was about to occur.

‘Private First Class’ (an equivalent rank) Dmitri Payeyo looked down the sites of his AK-47M, the folding stock had been extracted and it allotted him an increase in marksmanship and he lined up the somewhat crescent shaped fore post with the rear and hit another enemy, his sixth of the day. Being a volunteer in the Coalition forces from a Dmmer provincial village he was given a decent rifle, and standard training, adding to seeing combat with the Paypezh on and off for years now had made him a proficient soldier, maybe not a fanatic but he would do his duty if it didn’t put his life at a gargantuan risk. Suddenly yells and screams could be heard behind him, unlike most of his surrounding green patriots he had the sense to break contact and see what was going on, as he did so a sad sight came to his eyes, a mass of some three hundred or more of his fellow soldiers were running up and down the hills to escape the fighting, he reported to his squad sergeant and within a minute the news was passed down and a full retreat was begun, however Payeyo’s company would hold so the rest of the troops could retreat, their position would be the first row of dunes, and from there they would have to face the brunt of the attack as they heard their fellow brother run off into the distance… it wasn’t one of Payeyo’s highest moments in life, but he sucked it up and began the quick jog to his the fall back position.

The first of the Coalition troops broke out from the dune land and three minutes before sand storm would hit them, and these first would have a volley of mortar fire from the ambushing tanks fall on them, not to mention the nasty, yet conserved, shots from their .50 and .30 caliber guns, of the first group none survived, the second group made it out, this one was massive compared to the former and jet across and inhuman speed, but these two were under the justice of the mortar and machine guns, which ripped their numbers quickly, the only thing that saved about a dozen or so was the third wave of retreaters, but these reacted differently, a score of RPG-7 rounds came flying towards the relatively close tanks, two got nasty hits on their sensor arrays which would take them out of the campaign for a bit, whilst the other rounds simply deflect off the sloped armor. The concentrated fire to these brave soles aloud for another fifty to escape, the forth group was the largest of them all, consisting of about four hundred survivors, it was ordered that half the force assault the tanks, they did so being fifty meters away, firing RPG rounds intermittently threw out this assault, the crews from the previously damaged tanks were forced to hide behind cover of the armor and return weak fire with their pistols. Overall the force charging them broke, but every last one of them had a bullet or a piece of shrapnel lodged in their bodies, the force they were protecting however got away with just under a dozen casualties.

The previously attacking group was now surrounded and quickly their numbers drained as the suppressing fire for the charge was ceased and used to protect against a massive flanking assault, leaving the sixty charging men to be shot to pieces, only one made it back behind the cover a dune. The forty survivors were now spread out and taking fire from all sides, their commander had decided that the best option would be for surrender, it wasn’t like they were going to live threw an envelopment. Now the blocking force was taking fire from the left side as the Camel Company regrouped after viciously fighting for several hours, it quickly broke off from the engagement however citing a need for a water break. Soon position was lit up as at first their center lit up with tracer fire back and forth, this wasn’t the newly reinforced company that entered the battle, it was in taters with just barely eighty men to its name. Quickly their flanks also came afire, luckily though the sand storm came, an awesome scene from the Coalition’s perspective, having incoming tracer fire on all sides except your rear, outgoing rounds even brighter then normally in contrast to a dark beast of sand, nature and wind riding towards you. Soon the beast would encompass them, the ‘sacrificed’ company would take the least casualties from the tank crews as they pulled back, the tankers told not to waste ammo in the dust storm as the windage could easily take their rounds off course. Of the hundred sixty men that made up the company, seventy-five were fighting fit, and Dmitri was one of them.

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Captain Kyjev was the second man to get over the bag, the first man already had his bayonet firmly entrenched in one man who was gasping, the group of men pushing the bag was about four strong, the screams from defensives line (and from the many wounded by incoming mortar rounds), the heavy machine gun fire, mortar fire and the darkness particular to that night disallowed even the nearest to make a serious note of his force. Before they knew it the hundred twenty men had gotten to the other side, opening up on the rear of pushers, they still hadn’t made note of them yet, it was disgusting, but sadly the moonless sky defeated eye sights further then a few feet so the company lay surrounded by the forward pushing groups, a flare popped up and they looked in horror as some hundred Kizhen tribes men came charging at them, just as they could see each natives got the first AK-47 rounds off, cutting down some ten men before a volley more of quantity then two rounds could be left loose.

Contact was brutal affair as Kyjev inject his spike into one man’s upper chest, piercing the heart and causing the man to bleed out in several minutes, the second man he killed was a bit further out and with the break up of troops into one on one battles allowed him several seconds to aim a late comer, and this man was also felled. He felt the rough sting of a rifle butt to his should knock him to the ground, the main with dark skinned man with his Kalashnikov began moving it towards, this man fell as his head was detached from the rest of his body, lucky one of his squads’ sergeants had just killed a man and reacted quick enough to save his CO, Kyjev would be damned if that son of a bitch didn’t get a metal for it. As the more numerous Paypezh began to take advantage of this they soon walked up besides, sometimes fist-fighting, brawls and shoot the man that looked most like a Kizhen, needless to say it wasn’t long before the last remnants of this force bolted back to save themselves, of these only twelve would make it back. Along the line the other sand bags were becoming exposed as their flanks were no longer in adjacent cover, as these men fell the next in line became open to fire and soon a good portion of the moving mass would be killed, this brutal domino effect was tearing up the enemy’s morale, however Kyjev used this time to have his men pull sand bags from the contraption behind him and form a rough defensive line, there was no consistent position over then six widths of bags at about three bags high, this when on in a semi circle and over-lapping fire was highly co-ordinated. Kyjev made sure that only the center sand bags were taken, this allowed the units more accurate shooters to get into the contraption and use the steel side as cover and the remaining sand bags as to protect their flags, this was scary though as once almost led to a blue-on-blue hit as a flair came up, if the officer on point in that sector wasn’t told of the mission it would have spelled disaster.

This all took about ten minutes, but during this time a mounting force was being brought to be, around the entire circle there was only about four hundred men pushing at any one time, but there was about seventeen thousand troops waiting behind, acting as replacements when the mortars took lives and would launch a spearhead into one sector, and as that breakthrough accord smaller strikes would apply pressure to allow it to overwhelm forces without reserves. Four hundred men charged Kyjev’s position, firing when the flares were up, and moving as the night covered them, the Captain quickly ordered for more flares to be shot for his use, he received this and quickly the enemy was lit up for most of their attack, being forced to hug the earth, however the base was on a natural elevation, as such everything below his unit had less height to it, while it was moderate it gave him a keen advantage, which he used, adding to the continues line of sight because of the flare and the marauding ‘savages’ took half their number in casualties before the first of them were within five meters, perhaps if the attack had been a less concerted effort it would have succeeded, however they attack just the front, this attack to was beaten off. Perhaps this was the most important issue for the unit, as it was about one sixth the entire base’s strength, and if lost they would be several hurt, in addition the time stall allowed Kyjev to have three mortars allocated to the defense of his unit, and the flares were set to a longer intervals, the battle surrounding him was quickly turning against the noble tribesmen. A disgusting force was augmented from seventeen thousand however, two thousand of these troops were divided into three sub-section, the centre, left and right. Seven hundred each would be on the flanks while six hundred would charge down the middle, if his unit held it would be a testimony to Paypezh strength and resilience, if it was defeated it would be the future base to rate Paypezh bravery and loyalty to the cause.

The Herus Syumm Kerr had recently arrived in the Malibey region and had half of their fully deployable hundred aircraft, excluding support and tankers units that were almost always used in the Ol Iqui region of the fighting, it was bit dissatisfactory but the commanders had made due and the ‘basic technicians’ had blossomed into men of awe-inspiring skill knowing their respective aircraft well. Sadly the vast majority of helicopters operable were the attack aircraft that, only ten Mi-8s were workable, as thus the full power of the "Lleva Rhen" Group, the close support element of the Kerr, was to be sent to defend and if necessary attack Outpost Jiheno. It was night out and if it had not been for their previous training and experience in night time mountain flying they would be in serious trouble, owing to their effectiveness the night-vision enabled helmets that they had been recently equipped several years ago as their highly mountain proficient opposition made full use of the night to deploy very hard to defeat SAM emplacements and casualties began escalating. Now, at least from the reports of the fighting, they were to assist in sweeping up an attack movement, it was said that an ‘advancing blob of bags silencing our mines and defeating our conventional small arms fire’, so of course the attack helicopters would be brought to bare, the first strike would come from the south, the second would arrive a minute or two later and hit from the east, the third would be from the west, this changing pattern would confuse the enemy, while a forth squadron would stay back and move in if sporadic man-portable SAMs were fired.

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