Murovanka wrote:Summary
- ~11am: 1. Battalion, 75th Mountain Infantry Regiment starts clearing Aemen resistance on the Highway 69 junction after SOAB attempt is foiled by AAA airstrikes
- ~12am: Abwehr-dominated Sellenland provisional government organizes referendum to determine the districts future; further elements of the 7th, 22nd and 26th Divisions enter the Sellenland
- ~1pm: 75th Mountain Infantry Regiment sets up defensive positions around Krakenhof (incl. Highway 67); 76th Mountain Infantry Regiment sets up defensive positions around Echterdorf; 77th Mountain Infantry Regiment sets up positions around Siegen and Highway 68; Schwarze-Kavallerie-Jäger-Regiment sets up positions around Ellenburg, Brenzlau and key positions along the Donau and Elbe rivers
- ~2pm: SEKS units prepare to ambush Achesian forces on Highway 68
- ~3pm: Call-up of the following reserve formations: 13th, 14th, 15th Divisions (all mechanized, for build-up on Wanko-Sylvan Border), 27th Division and 28th Division (both Mountain); start of mountain combat training operations of the 8th Division (Mech) and the 9th Division (Mech)
Above Highway 68, Sellenland-
Arose from out the azure main,
Arose, arose, arose from out the azure main,
This was the charter, the charter of the land,
And guardian Angels sung this strain:
Rule Achesia!
Achesia rule the waves.
Achesians never, never, never shall be slaves."
The fourth go around of this ballad almost made young Dejan Berislav retch over the side of the helicopter onto to turret gunner of a Adhesion Mora MRAP bellow. Doubtful the soldier would appreciate the fruit of his paunch as he rode along unexpectedly, but the unsettling feeling in his stomach was a unshakable reality as he watched the land cruise bellow him. It wasn't just the helicopter ride (although he did choose to be infantry for a reason), it was more the thought of his first combat. The expectations, the fears, the stress of it all was allot for the boy of one and six who had never seen more than a simunition shot in his direction in his lifetime. The other soldiers who behind him sung stanza after stanza called him the slang term "Smooth-boy" in reference to both his lack of facial hair and the absence of "Scratches" on the shoulder of his battle dress. The term scratches were what soldiers called their mark of experience, each stripe or scratch a soldier had on his arms marks the completion of a campaign and a soldiers seniority within a unit. His Sergeant at Arms, Lukas had five stripes upon his left arm, he was the loudest amongst the supposed chopper choir.
The green digitally patterned NH90 utility helicopter made a hard bank as it came around for another pass over the convoy of MRAPs, Armored Cars, Trucks, and Tanks bellow. Dejan caught a glimpse of the other helicopters in the patrol (a pair of AH-1Zs, and three other NH90s) as they made the turn. He looked bellow him at the highway as the trucks began to make the turn around one foot or another of the mountains. It had been several hours since they had been up in the air doing overwatch over the convoy. They would occasionally trade off with another company whenever their captain fancied the idea of his sutler whore waiting him back at our forward camp and staging area. Dejan however just fancied the idea of the first contact just happening and getting it over with. He knew as soon as it happened he would be the first out since he was the newest, he recalled Lukas saying he needed to break his "combat cherry". He checked his M89 combat bayonet to ensure it was fixed tightly on his FN-SCAR-H, no need for another lost bayonet and his ass being drug through the mud again by Lukas for loosing a vital piece of equipment. Sure enough it was on there and the mag too was fixed and ready to go, it was just a matter of waiting for it all to happen. Dejan shook back and fourth suddenly as one of his comrades shook him violently by the shoulders squeezing the blood out of them laughing.
"Is smooth boy ready to get it in eh?" Kodey a screwball scratched men-at-arms yelled over the rotor wash. He squeezed the shit out of Dejan's cheek and patted him on the other. "Look, the bloods out his poor white face." He bellowed as he pointed to the pale complexion of Dejan who visibly looked stressed. Lukas crawled over to him as Dejan tried to look unconcerned and out over the landscape.
"You alright laddy?" He put a hand on the back of his neck.
"Ja" Dejan popped in a wad of tobacco in his mouth and looked back over the mountain.
"The first battle is in your head ya know." He said as he pointed his half gloved finger at Dejan's drab green helmet. "You'll be fine, we've trained for a year now. Finally you'll get a scratch at the end of his and not be called a smoothboy. So get the stick out of your pussy." He whacked him on the back one more time before joining the chorus of "Achesia the Mighty".
Dejan did not ease his fear however, he just receded into himself more. But thats when it happened, it seemed all too sudden as the first few anti tank missiles began to hit the MRAPs in the convoy. Several exploded with such violence that they flipped either into a ditch next to the road or onto another Achesian vehicle. Thats when small arms fire began from the side of the mountain, an ambush. Dejan could hear over the radio that they had hit the M60s front of the column, effectively stoping the advance. Thats when the NH90 began to make some maneuvers that Dejan's stomach really did appreciate. Iakob a rather salty man with a large unkept beard began to let it loose with the side mounted M240, throwing rounds down on the heads of the Wankan shits that were shooting at the boys on the ground. Dejan almost lost it all together as a AH-1Z Viper shot under their NH90, letting a whole payload of rockets out onto some unlucky SOBs (what the Achesian soldiers have begun to refer to the SOABs as). Lukas kept to his head piece listening to the commands coming down to their sections from hirer.
"Arlight, Sur Giannis has ordered us down to take these SOBs on proper. Ready your kits." He slapped around his mag a bit to make sure it was mounted correctly. He crawled over again to Dejan who was sitting on the side of the cabin his bayonet mounted rifle at the ready. "Boy, you know the right, your out first. Bring glory to the Berislav name, else your Color Sergeant daddy mighty cry a'lil if he found out his boy was craven."
Dejan nodded as he held tightly to his SCAR. He check over his equipment one more time. Helmet... check, Vest.... check, Mags.... check. He brushed his hand one more time on his dark green digi patterned uniform. He watched as the treetops bellow began to approach, it would be time soon as the chopper looked for a clearing. Dejan could see some movement bellow, the Wankans were watching them come in, it was going to be a fight.
"Who knew lil' ol' infantry like us were going to be Goon'in it up." Alkiviadis a younger men-at-arms with only one scratch on his arm laughed as he charged his 1911 and holstered it once more.
"A baby like you wasn't in Coastbourne when we fucked that one village hard after we jumped out the little Hueys." Iakob turned back from the M240 long enough to put his two cents in.
Dejan didn't even hear any of this, he just watched the ground come up... fast.
Whaur afore monie mair huv gaun
Lay me doon in the caul caul groon
Whaur afore monie mair huv gaun
When they come a wull staun ma groon
Staun ma groon al nae be afraid
Thoughts awe hame tak awa ma fear
Sweat an bluid hide ma veil awe tears
Ains a year say a prayer faur me
Close yir een an remember me
Nair mair shall a see the sun
For a fell tae a Germans gun "
"Alright, go on my mark, Ill be right behind you....... GO!" Lukas gave him a push as they came up on the ground fast. Dejan fell down to the deck fast, he barely caught himself and missed a boulder as he hit the side of the mountain. Quickly he shot up weapon in hand, the black steel of his bayonet reaching down the barrel of his rifle. He covered his sectors and saw no signs of the enemy.... until the RPG shot from the tree line several hundred yards away. It zipped through the air and the NH90 barely had a chance to move up when it hit right in the cockpit. Several of Dejan's squad-mates were thrown from the chopper which was at least 30 feet above the ground. They hit the threes and the ground hard. Dejan quickly dispatched the SOB that fired the rocket with a quick burt of his 7.62mm before he even noticed the NH90 plummeting towards him. He sprinted away the best the can before he felt the heat of the explosion from the impacting helicopter. As the dust settled he began to hear the sounds of the battle all around him, panicked and alone he wasn't sure where he was anymore. He started to see only fog until he could hear a familiar but frazzled voice from beyond.
"Dejan...Dejan...!" Lukas crackled a few meters from Dejan's position. As the smooth-boy ran towards his reagents position he soon realized the tragedy of his current situation. Lukas was half the man he used to be, almost all of his body waist down was gone. He looked up at Dejan blood curdling in his mouth. The words barely making it out of his mouth. "Kill.... me..."
Shaking, Dejan held back the tears, he couldn't cry he was man now, not a smooth boy, he took his rifle... and plunged the bayonet in Lukas' heart. The life left Lukas after a few moments of the 50 centimeter blade being held in his heart, he let out one last curdle of blood before he looked towards the sky without a soul. Dejan grimaced as he pulled the blade out. He could look no more at the scene, only the bodies of his fellow comrades remained, their souls were gone.
It didn't take long to hear the ringing of the machine gun nest beyond him, down the slope from his current position. Dejan leapt towards a pair of large oaks that were near his position, he could make out the enemy position from there. It was a squad sized element of SOBs operating a crew served weapon firing down at the convoy bellow. From what Dejan could see most of the Achesian convoy was destroyed or barely fighting back, some vehicles were managing to fall back to a safer position. Above a few helicopters flew overheard still, but mostly the Vipers giving CAS to the embattled infantry squads much like Dejan's. He focused back in on the SOBs bellow him. They seemed to have gotten over or not even heard the crashing helicopter drama that had just unfolded. Dejan decided to move a bit closer to get a better position, perhaps with their backs turned he had a chance to deal some damage before he was inevitably claimed by the fighting.
As soon as he got up however he shot right back down, they were coming. Two men, marching up the hill towards the helicopter with weapons drawn. Seems they did take notice to the situation, but must be confident that most were dead here, perhaps they were coming to verify. Dejan would have to wait for them to get close, lest he garner the nest's attention and have a crew served on top of him, not ideal. The two men continued their advance up the hill, they wore the uniforms of the SOABs but they sure didn't seem to act like what the intelligence had said, these guys were professionals. They walked and as soon as he could hear, talked like his dead squad-mates, not like some farmer-boy Wanker from the hinterlands. They soon passed the trees Dejan was crouched at, not even bothering to look back and see if it was clear. This gave him the chance, he unmounted his bayonet which was more a short sword than anything and approached as silently as he could. He had plenty of ambient noise from the nest behind him rattling rounds off, he came behind the first man and reached around with his sword, splitting his throat wide open. The half scream then gurgle alerted his friend to the attack, but to his surprise the half dead corpse of his partner was lunging towards him, with Dejan behind it. As soon as he was close enough he shoved the body onto the other SOAB and swung around to cut the man at the knees. With a scream he fell to the ground but at the same time his weapon fired into the dirt, and contrary to Dejan's luck was at a time when the nest was not firing.
"Was war das, du bist ok Bruder?"
"Ruprecht bist du da?"
The men bellow continued to yell towards their dead comrades location. But they obviously didn't answer, soon the fire began as they turned the crew served towards Dejans position and let loose. He jumped behind his former oak position fast but not before he took a round to the leg. He scooted himself behind cover in agony as the rounds ate up the tree around him. He managed only to turn around for a brief moment to return fire with his SCAR. But he soon took a round to the shoulder and that would be it. He lay now face up looking at the sky, his blood joining the earth, as his body soon would as it lay in the open. He breathed heavily thinking of home. His mother and father as they sat in their home back in Imperium eating supper. His sister as they both played in the gardens many years ago as children. Erna the bakers daughter and her bright smile and ample bosom. All of this as he swore he could hear the sirens calling him home to the afterlife, but reality came back to him for one failing moment as he realized that was not the sirens of myth, but the incoming 155mm round that splashed just a meter from his head. The heat alone sent him to eternity before another passing moment of reality could grasp his slipping mind.
His own savior from the mortal plane was not the only one of its kind. In fact all matter of ordinance hailed down on the mountain and road side to claim the wretched souls of those who were embattled, Achesian and Wankan. Some Achesians who had a moment to bask in their bend bent down on their knees in worship as they knew as Resolutes there was no more glorious an end than to die in combat, they accepted their fate with outstretched arms. Hundreds of artillery rounds poured over the Ambush point as the mountain side exploded. Some Achesian vehicles managed to make it north of the strike zone to the friendly positions but not many. As soon as the massive artillery barrage was complete MAS.88 Lindworms came in to have the last laugh, dropping HE all over the mountainside, they avoided the road to allow for future forward movement but they made sure to cover the entirety of the mountain side. When all was said and down nothing would be left alive in the strike zone, Achesian or Wankan. It was not beyond the courage of the Achesian High Command to let a battalion two of its own troops go to prove a point to their enemies....... undying determination and sacrifice of its men.
The remaining three of five battalions of the III Legion which made up the vanguard were halted 10 miles south of the scorched earth. They were set up in defense in case of impending attack by any more ambushing enemies. The sounds of the explosions could be heard by all of the soldiers present in the front, and they knew that it would be a glorious sight to behold, the pinnacle of Achesian firepower being proven to their enemies who now were being sent to meet their false makers. Oblivion was not a friendly place but for those who defied the Ackular of Man it was a marcy to only be sent straight to it instead of sent in pieces. As the bombardment of artillery and airstrikes on the position ahead of the convoy ended several recon helicopters, ARH-70s and AH-1Zs were sent ahead to scout the aftermath. All they would find would be black dust and fire. The hulks of Achesian vehicles would be left in the middle of route 68 as derelicts, anything still found moving with no question was given fire from these helicopters. The line would be made here where the ambush was conducted. The hulks of Achesian vehicles would be moved to block the road as the III Legion began to set up a line across the mountain and route. Several firebases would be erected to defend the line from any Wankan advance. The advanced towards Seigen was at a halt for now, and would be seen as a failure by the command.
Further to the north at Reiterhof more Achesians were landing as the battle engulfed the III Legion to the south. The infamous "Wyverns" Achesian Air Dragoons were unloading their brand newMonarch Aerial Systems .78 "B'l'ak" Utility Helicopters. These flying horses would carry them in and out of battle as they battled the Wankan advance. The "Wyverns" were specially dreaded for their several colonial campaigns in Eld-Audian where they repressed several instances of rebellion. Accompanying the Wyverns were an even more dreaded Achesian military unit, a Brigade of the Acklius' Royal Rangers. These elite commandos were perfect for the mountain terrain and fighting hit and run style against the Nazi forces. Achesia was committing fully to this battle, and it did nt intend to loose.
Summery:
- The Wankan ambush heavily damages two battalions of Achesian infantry.
- G6 howitzers, and MAS.88 Lindworms conducted a scorched earth campaign against the entire area of the ambush, with a 25 mile radius.
- III Legion Vanguard halts for the time being forming a line, the IV and II Legions line in the mountains forming fire bases.
- Elements of the IV and III Legion of the 120th Air Dragoon Front as well as the 7th Brigade of the Acklius' Royal Rangers arrive at Reiterhof.