Der Krieg vorbei gegangen (PT, IC)

[West Daitschland]

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http://forum.nationstates.net/viewtopic ... 5&t=314969 (OOC)

Ragansburg
West Daitschland
January 10th, 1951

Stabsunteroffizier Fredrick Kraler trudged through the thick January snow. Cold and wet, the snow continued to fall on the streets of Ragansburg. The frost wasn't expected for another month. But, the frost was probably the least of everyone's worries, the Communists had already take Fruhling. Their Lightning advance had taken everyone in the west by surprise, including the Heer. He held his Karabiner 43 over his shoulder, it may have been slightly inferior to the rifles of the Communists, but it got the job done.

As he walked through the streets, he finally caught up to the rest of his squad. Schmidt, Klein, and Schulz, the last three that reminded out of eight. Schulz spoke up first, "Herr, wann werden wir die Chance, wieder gegen die Eindringlinge kämpfen zu bekommen?"

"Halt die Klappe Schulz, wenn überhaupt, wir werden sein Rückzug. Wieder." said Klien, rolling his eyes towards the younger recruit. In a way, the pessimist was right. They weren't likely to be moving forward anytime soon, not until the Americans and the rest of the Allies finally got here. The Army had been retreating, fleeing at the sight of the enemy, though, they had been better at defending Ragansburg. The city was on a hill, flanked on one-side by a river, leaving only limited options for taking the city. They had spent the previous night attempting to build nests for MG-42s in buildings, and placing anti-tank guns along the river banks. If the Communists wanted the city, it'd be their own grave yard.

10,000 feet above Ragansburg

Hauptmann Erich Werner sat in his F-86E. They were brand-new, fresh off of the lines when the Communists invaded. With an inventory of about 60, 25 F-84Es along with about 20 older Me-262s, they held the line against the Eastern MiG-15s, for a good while, but they were eventually overwhelmed. The Luftwaffe, now a broken and almost shattered force, was primarily comprised of about 45 F-86Es, and around 20 F-84Es, scattered around the country, though primarily concentrated around Ragansburg Field. Werner, was convinced that well, the whole idea of resistance in full to the air dominance of the MiGs was futile, at least until the Americans and their seemingly unlimited amount of fighters and bombers could arrive with the rest of the allies, so the best way to harass the Il-28 bombers that threatened Ragansburg, were hit and runs. Fire a burst into the bomb bay from below, and then bug out before either the MiGs or the gunners could take shots at you. Today, was the first day that they would be attempting this tactic.

"4 Beagles! 5 Grad nach rechts!" Yelled Oberleutnant Beck, Werner's wingman, calling out the Il-28 Beagles to the right of them.

"Sie nehmen die auf der linken Seite, werde ich die auf der rechten Seite zu nehmen. Verstanden?" Werner said cooly through the oxygen mask, pushing the nose of his green and grey Sabre towards the Eastern bombers, grabbing sky beneath him, despite losing some airspeed. His radar gunsight found the target, giving him a lead on the Beagle, before firing his guns. The M3 Machine guns chattered with him as they spewed out .50 caliber rounds at 1200 RPM, ripping through the bomber's soft underbelly, and detonating his bombs inside of the bay, sending what remained of the bomber falling towards the Earth. There were no chutes, Werner had just killed his own countrymen, but it felt good. In some odd way...

[Republic of Coldwater]

The Constitutional States of Republic of Coldwater

"Well those Commies will fall, and freedom will prosper!" shouted a Captain to his subordinates as Cargo Aircraft, escorted by fighters near the city of Frühling. Anti-Communist sentiment intensified back home to a point that Congress ordered military intervention in the divided land of Daitchland to protect the Capitalist West against the Communist East. Below the plane was a cloudless, but gray day. As it descends, evident marks of a bloody war along with the crude invasion of Daitchland can be seen. Razed towns and houses, black farmland that once prospered and derelict factories replace a bustling Daitchland. In some ways this is good, but in others, it was bad. General Zachary Jung was called upon to command the forces fighting the Communists in a Daitchland that had seen too much war. The 47 year old man was a Colonel six years ago and back in the Great War, he led a group of troops to liberate Daitchland, and they fought alongside troops from many countries for freedom of the Daitchlandian people. Despite being involved in the liberation, Jung still regretted the terrible decisions made by many of his troops, and felt guilty that he wasn't able to stop the raping and unnecessary destruction that only deepened the scars of this wounded nation. Jung was evidently a war veteran, his face is littered with scars from the heat of battle as he led his troops during the terrible war.

The plane descends more, and the grim city of Früling can be seen. Many commanders in the forces coming to Daitchland were at Früling, and realized that a second liberation, this time from the greater evil of Communism would be necessary. The airfield was a primary target during the war, and the attack had effectively brought ruin to the airfield, but in six short years, thanks to aid from numerous countries across the world, the airfield has been somewhat rebuilt. "Kinda like right before the first artillery shells hit the building" said a Sergeant as he explains the attack done on the airfield to a Private. Suddenly, the soldiers feel a bump on their seats, they have arrived in the crippled city that is slowly rising to its glorious past. In the next few hour, hulking cargo aircraft after cargo aircraft would land, carrying troops and occasionally vehicles, with the fighters landing on another runway. General Jung walked out of the cargo aircraft and greeted his counterparts from all the other nations helping West Daitchland.

[West Aurelia]

Introduction

The East Daistchlandish war machine began its invasion of West Daistchland on January 1, and it has never looked back. Within 10 days of fighting, the communists had already reached the Western capital of Frühling. As a fellow member of the Democratic Coalition, West Aurelia could not let its ally fall to the scourge of communism. The West Aurelian Congress did not want to declare war if the military was not ready. It had been mobilizing for the past 10 days - planes were fueled and loaded, men and women were briefed, commanders reviewed plans, equipment was checked. Now, they were ready. West Aurelia was going to war.

Declaration of War

OOC: What is the full name of East Daitschland?

Declaration of War by the Republic of West Aurelia The eternal state, conquered by no enemy Date: January 10, 1951 WHEREAS, on January 1, 1951, East Daitschland, a member of the Communist Pact, began an invasion of the Federal Republic of West Daitschland, a fellow member of the Democratic Coaliton. WHEREAS, the Republic of West Aurelia is committed to defending its allies and upholding the principles of freedom, liberty, and democracy. It is hereby declared by the Congress of the Republic of West Aurelia, that a state of war exists between the Republic of West Aurelia and East Daitschland and its present and future allies. The President is hereby authorized and directed to employ the West Aurelian Armed Forces and other government resources to carry on war against East Daitschland and its present and future allies, and to ensure victory. Signed, Oscar Burley Speaker of Congress of the Republic of West Aurelia

Across West Aurelia

Across West Aurelia, large transport aircraft took off, heading for West Daitschland. They were escorted by F-86 Sabre fighters and carried troops, vehicles, and equipment to assist the West in repelling the invasion. In total, about 30,000 troops were being deployed. Many of them were from the famed 13th Airborne Division and would be dropped over conflict zones to assist allied forces.

Meanwhile, a task force consisting of two aircraft carriers, two attack submarines, four destroyers, four frigates, four cruisers, and various support ships was deployed to West Daitschland.

[Organized States]

Western Border of West Daitschland

The M47s lumbered down the road, followed by their massive logistical elements along with infantry. The M47 was superior to the T-34s that made up more than a bit of the East's tank force, and was nominally superior to the T-54 that comprised the rest of the Communist fleet. With their 90mm guns, the M47 was better armed, and more importantly, more survivable than the venerable Shermans it replaced. When combined with the M24 Chaffee, the M26 Pershing, the jeeps, and the Close Air Support provided by OSAF F-84s and F-51Ds, the 9th Armored Calvary was a well-rounded, hard hitting force that would hopefully break the back of the Eastern troops near the town of Königburg, a smaller town of about 2,000 people, too small to appear on large maps, but making its presence known on smaller roadmaps.

At the head of this column, was OS Army 1st Lt. James McKnight. Fresh out of OCS, the surprise attack in West Daitschland caught everyone off guard. The 9th Armored Calvary was stationed not far from the Western border. Everyone still remembered the news from the days before; it came as a shock, making the room so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

McKnight's driver, 1st Sgt. Harold Deits was a veteran, he was an infantry man in the previous war, who had jumped at the chance to not walk for once. Deits looked up, "Sir, any idea what our timeline on Königsburg will be?"

"I wish I could tell you, though it shouldn't take us more than a day at most, with this speed at least." replied McKnight, peering out of the viewer as two H-13s flew overhead, their sight was still something to behold in the OS Army, and it was customary to look out.

That was when the first M47 stopped, and began turning his turret. The Communists had set up some ambush points in the area, and it appeared as if the lead tank had seen one...

Airspace over Ragansburg

The MiGs came in pairs, oddly. The Four F-86Fs of Blue Flight soon discovered that all of the tactics seen displayed by previous pilots in other conflicts weren't used by the Easterners, who instead adopted two to four man flights, almost identical to the "Finger-formation" used by the OSAF and the OSN. Major Gerald R. Fredricks was flight lead on this mission. He scanned the sky, looking for a very glimpse of the MiGs' sliver skin.

"Two Fantails! 3 O'Clock Low!" yelled 1st Lieutenant Robinson Yeagar, the element leader (the XO in a finger formation) over the radio. The two Eastern La-15s were low, at around 10,000 feet, and climbing. Though slightly more advanced their cousin, the MiG-15, the Lavochkins were food for Sabres on a good day. Fredricks made the call, "Dive on the bogeys!" he yelled.

The Four F-86Fs rolled over, and then banked down towards the Lavochkins, firing as they made a pass on the climbing Easterners. The first Lavochkin fell away in a heep of firey wreckage, while the Second one's pilot bailed out of his rapidly pulmetting aircraft, desperately attempting to get away from his burning fighter.

OSS Benson, off the Coast of West Daitschland

OOC: WIP

[West Aurelia]

10 Kilometers West of Ragansburg

Some of the heaviest fighting was going on in Ragansburg, a city just southeast of the Western capital of Frühling. 10,000 men were dropped some 10 kilometers west of Ragansburg, and, supported by M46 Patton tanks, began their march into the besieged city. The men mostly carried M2 carbines, capable of fully automatic fire. Marksmen preferred the M1 Garand, while machine gunners carried the BAR. Their goal was to assist West Daitschlandish forces on the ground repel the Eastern forces. Air support was provided by the West Daistchland Luftwaffe and Organized States Air Force, with the West Aurelian Air Force en route.

Airspace over Ragansburg

A squadron of 20 West Aurelian F-86 Sabres, split into five flights of four, closed in on Ragansburg. The pilots could see sporadic clashes around the city, with the odd explosion here and there. Their goal was to ensure air superiority, ensuring a safe corridor through which allied planes could pass. This meant eliminating all enemy aircraft in the vicinity. Up ahead, at about 10,000 feet, Western fighters were engaging three enemy bombers and a dogfight had ensued between OS and Eastern fighters.

One of the flights peeled off from the squadron and headed to bring down the Il-28s, which would be real threats to allied ground forces. With the Western fighters attacking from below, the West Aurelians climbed above the bombers and dove down to attack. Each F-86 carried six M3 machine guns, which spat deadly .50 caliber rounds at the helpless bombers.

Two flights headed to assist the OS fighters. Two MiG-15s were blown out of the sky by the allied fighters, but there was no telling how many enemy MiGs there would be, and enemy pilots were not to be underestimated. They began to search the immediate area for any MiGs.

The remaining two flights sped off into the eastern side of the city, intending to act as CAPs and search for any enemy aircraft that may be coming in.

[Senkaku]

The Empire of the Great Qian

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10:32 AM
The Imperial Palace
Ho-ji'an-chou
Longking
Ziben District
Singyuen Province
Qinae

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"To conclude, the situation has deteriorated completely."
The Empress-Regent Dowager frowned, her perfect, rosy lips pouting slightly.
"To clarify, Minister Lu, which situation is this?"
"Both of them, my lady. Daitschland is now a battlefield, and we expect the West will be pushed back until the Americans can arrive. The Sidhar and Nanhao insurrections are also gaining momentum, and we have reports of outbreaks of rebellion in Guanshi as well."
"But Nanhai is holding?"
"Of course, my lady. The populated regions of all affected areas remain reasonably stable."
"Good. The Imperial Army and the Jinyiwei are to continue their operations against the Communist scum. Minister Yuan, do you believe the insurgency will be effected by the emerging situation in the West?"
"Madam, it will certainly be affected, but how I cannot yet say. In the short term, I believe Eastern bloc support will fall slightly as they devote more resources towards the war, but I cannot say for sure. Perhaps they will begin pushing harder. So far it is quite unclear how the Communists will react. The West is somewhat more clear-cut. I do not believe we can expect much support from them- they are too focused on a surprising and growing war with their archnemesis to bother to notice our situation, and if they did, I doubt they would care much."
"They would care when a billion and a half people fell to the Communists," Yehonala grumbled. "I spoke to the Emperor's tutors yesterday, they say he is doing well but his scores in mathematics are falling. Secretary Jen?"
"My lady, his math tutor suggests that the Emperor be given some more time in his schedule for exercise and physical activity."
"He already swims and runs and has that damn boat."
"He suggested a... let me see... yes, he suggested we bring someone in from Wuling Mountain or somesuch place, to teach him meditation or some manner of... focusing his qi energies."
Yehonala thought for a moment. "Actually, not a bad idea. He could use some lessons in patience and focus."
"And, ma'am... forgive me...", Jen said, blushing slightly. "But, I, he- um-"
"Yes, yes, Chief Tutor Mao told me, he had a servant go get him a whore. The boy's fifteen, I'm hardly concerned- and he had the good sense to be discreet. Just as long as it doesn't get out of hand is what I told Mao."
Lu broke in, a little waspishly. "If we're done with our discussion of the illustrious emperor's budding sex life, can we please move back to the topic at hand?"
Yehonala gave him an annoyed look. "I assume you're talking about the rebels?"
"Yes, my lady. As I was about to say before you began speaking with Lady Jen, I believe we should reach out to the West, to see if they will give us support against the Communists. If that fails, I would try the opposite tack."
"What do you mean?"
"My lady, at this point, I believe that it could be beneficial to open a line of communications with the Eastern bloc. Offer them concessions and aid against the West in Daitschland, and in return, they stop sponsoring the insurgencies."
Yehonala's face was like a porcelain mask as she considered. "I suppose you and the Cabinet should do what you think best. I have little input to offer either way, though I am reluctant to negotiate with our enemies."

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In the Name of His Celestial Majesty, the Son of Heaven, the Shunzhen Emperor!
By Order of the Imperial Cabinet

To whom it may concern within the government of the Organized States,
The government of the Empire wishes to convey its interest in extending the hand of international cooperation to our American friends in the spirit of mutual defense. The Empire is aware of the recent outbreak of hostilities in Daitschland, and the Imperial Cabinet wishes to reaffirm, in the light of these events, our interest in seeking international support against our own Communist insurgencies in Sidhar and Nanhao, and possibly our interest in supporting American and Western operations throughout Daitschland. Please send a reply at your earliest convenience.

Yours,
Hai Gong
Foreign Minister to the Shunzhen Emperor

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POST SUMMARY:
-Qian soldiers continue battling fiercely against the Communists in Sidhar, Nanhao, and Guanshi.
-The Imperial government has, as the Empress-Regent Dowager instructed, reached out first to the West and the Americans for aid against the insurgencies in exchange for help in Daitschland.

[Die Erworbenen Namen]

OOC: I'm East Diastchland. Pardon me for butchering names and whatnot.

East Diastchland

Western Border of West Diastchland

Captain Gustav looked through the periscope of his tank from his seat in the turret of the T-34-85, looking at the movement of the M47s that were traversing along the ground. He snarled a little bit, but kept quiet. The first tank had stopped, which came as a shock to him, but not as much as a shock as the next thing that came. The next shock was that the tank was actually a Patton. It would most likely easily be able to destroy the T-34-85's armor, and it might be able to take a hit in the hull from the 85's rounds, but the tank was just unheard of in this area.

He was the command tank of an ambush force composed of 15 T-34-85s, 10 T-43s, and 5 SU-100s, and one ISU-152, the tank destroyers two providing far off support, and the 152 mostly doing indirect fire. Gustav's tank had a black star on the sides of his tank, a symbol of command among the tanks. Simply because it was easier to look for if you knew it was there than the yellow star, and the fact that it was easier to hide. Other than that, basic modifications to the tanks included better engines, welded armor plates, and camouflage nets for branches and whatnot.

Looking down the periscope once again, he saw the turret stop, and the gun start elevating. There wasn't time to lose. He pressed the side of his tankers helmet, pushing in a button that sent a signal to all the tanks attached to the comm network. He didn't speak at all, though, just sending a static like signal out. But that was the order anyway, and the tankers would understand it. The Patton wouldn't be prepared for what would hit them now. Far off in the distance, the ISU-152 and the SU-100s fired their main rounds, the 100s firing APCR and the 152 firing an APHE type round. The TDs had zeroed in on the area the enemy tanks were driving through, so destroying the first one at least would be easy enough.

The noise of the gun firing finally came to the enemy tankers, but not before the sound of the rounds actually hitting the armor came to them. Gustav smiled, counting three hits; one with the 152, and two with the 100s. The first tank was hit at least once by something large... probably the 152. Then the rest of the tanks started firing. From behind the column, the 10 T-43s rolled out of cover and started firing at the vehicles in the back column, aiming for the engine blocks, treads, and the back of the tanks. They were firing their 85mm rounds as fast as they could, some hitting the tracks of their enemy.

"Gunner! Fire at the Jeeps and support vehicles! Knock them out!" He shouted in German, screaming the order as he looked around for more targets. The gunner fired the large gun, the round impacting in the distance and the loader already reloading another 85mm HE round into the breach. He took careful aim, and fired once more into the enemy lines, aiming for the softer targets rather than the heavier ones.

Ragansburg

"FIRE!" The commander shouted, recieving word from his radioman. The noise was actually rather loud. Five 130mm towed artillery cannons fired their massive HE shells in to buildings across the city, areas that had been designated for destruction by the infantry brigades inside the city. Currently, according to reports coming in from signalers, there were about four and a half brigades left of friendly troops inside the city. That was good. There were reinforcements coming from the East of four IS-1s and a company of T-34-85s, as well as a Battalion. This was good news.

The troops had spent the night before fortifying what areas they held already, while preparing a group of T-34s for an assault on the enemy lines, which with them had about two companies of 250 men getting geared up. Other than that, they kept their anti tank guns entrenched with their men, and had dug in for an assault, with DShKs in buildings, ready to fire on the enemy lines. They had to wait until the air support had fully destroyed the buildings, however, and it wasn't looking good up in the air. The commander said a little prayer to himself, hoping the enemy wouldn't last. Farther off, however, word had arrived that DEN was joining the battle... on their side, no less. Good. This would allow for even MORE reinforcements, most likely of good quality, too.

Above Ragansburg

The Beagle was hit right in their bomb bay, the bombs had already been prepped, and one of them had been tipped off. The resulting explosion inside the bomb bay was terrific to watch, but terrifying to be in. There was literally nothing left of the bomber, with the concussive blasts ripping the wings apart. The pilot's snarled. The enemy would pay for this. Especially since they were good planes to be had.

"5 Sabres! 20 degrees off the right, heading up. Diving down!" Vladimir shouted. He radioed in his wingman to follow him, and he dove down with his MiG-15, arming his cannons and MGs in his plane's fuselage. The enemy was losing speed as he flew upwards, but he was practically going head on with Vlad. Still, they wouldn't stand a chance against cannons. He took careful aim, his radar gun guides helping him pick out his target for his 37mm cannon... "He's in my sights!"

The plane had been equipped for escorting only, meaning they got rid of the rockets and left them with the guns only. Now, as the plane dove forward, Vladimir smiled as he knew that it was a good idea. Now, the speed would've ripped the rockets right off. No matter anyway, because right here, right now, he was going to claim a kill. He pressed down on the trigger, releasing a small burst of one 37mm APHE round and the 23mm rounds into the enemy plane, before flying right past him and pulling up, looking for the plane he shot at...

[Republic of Coldwater]

Ragansburg
6,000 Infantry were deployed to Ragansburg to aid the West Daitschlandians to repel the attack from the Communists, coming in via paradrop. Armed with the semi-automatic AW-10 Battle Rifle, the troops were known to be accurate at long and medium distances, but have shortfalls in close quarter combat. Snipers move in and set up positions from a distance, and load their bolts with high-caliber rounds. 10 CA-80 Fighters sail over the West Daitschlandian Skies as they speed towards Ragansburg to begin attacking Communist Air and Ground Forces. The CA-80 Fighters weren't as equipped as the usual fighter, but they make that up with more agility and speed, making it being used as a interceptor and a fighter jet. The CA-80s establish radio links with the rest of the West Aurelian, West Daitschlandian and American Fighters and ask for the situation within Ragansburg and Ragansburg Airspace.

[Die Erworbenen Namen]

East Diastchland

Ragansburg

"Tanks are in position, sir. They're ready to move out as soon as the bombers can drop their payload. We'll have air superiority soon, sir." The lieutenant replied, walking up to the commander in his trench coat. Damn the cold. Damn everything. The commander hated being here right now, the wind howling all the time. It was January, but it was cold and snowy, with rivers still freezing up in the northern areas. At least it was warmer than Russia or DEN.

"Right... What does ground radar report?" The commander replied, and breathed into his hands, watching the men assemble for a charge. The MG nests around the front lines had been firing sporadically in some places, and there were at least a few sniper rounds exchanged. Mostly people on patrol, but there was a few instances where people thought a charge would happen.

"Ten fighters coming in from the west. We've got three bombers still in the air and they're reach their point. I think they'll drop them soon." The lieutenant reported in reply, and saluted.

"Heh... Wait for the IL-10s to get here. We'll need their air support to strafe the lines if anything. Anything else?" The commander asked. He had heard of a glimpse on radar of something interesting, but he didn't really pay much attention to it.

"Yes, sir. We've got enemy paratroopers being dropped in. Sir, if we want to hold this city, we need more troops. We need the reinforcements." The lieutenant replied again.

"Don't I know that...."

Above Ragansburg

"Ten bogies inbound, Vlad!" Sam shouted into the microphone, looking over his shoulder. Vladimir had turned around and fired another burst into the enemy fighter, before breaking off. He had already hit it more times than he needed. Vladimir acknowledged the attack, and started to climb, getting four other MiGs with him. They were going to take out these new fighters.

"Roger that. We've got ten bogies inbound, 45 degrees to the left. Let's engage them and go home. Fighters, attack from above. I'll make it look like it's just me attacking. Let's do this, comrades!" Vladimir ordered, and got ready for the attack. The four planes, except for his wingman, disappeared into the clouds above, and he could see down below him the enemy fighters.

DEN

Stutvart

The planes powered down as the troops began unloading themselves, the runways now full of dozens of planes that were landing. Some planes were peculiar... Most of them being flying wings, but there were a few that looked interestingly cool. Specifically the plane the men called the VE-45, which was an interceptor/recon mix. Other than one fighter, and some other planes, the rest were really... Flying wings. And pretty stealthy at that. East Diastchland had just been given reports that more DEN soldiers were offloading in the ports, with reports of flying wing carrier planes actually performing patrol flights in the area.

"Waters, Castro, I'm so glad you could make it here on such short notice. We need your immediate help if possible." An East Diastchland General reported to the two DEN generals who had just came off their plane. The two Generals nodded, and proceeded to walk to their car. They needed to get to the HQ to start planning out fortresses, defenses, the like. "Sirs? Can you say anything?"

"Yes. We'll be meeting at the HQ. First things first after all. I can say, though, that the 1st army's 4th Armored division will be countering the OS advance on the west border. We're also going to dispatch our fighters to deal with the enemy's fighters, we'll send in the 6th and 7th division into Ragansburg, as well as modified strafe bombers."

[Organized States]

Western Border Regions

"TAKING HEAVY FIRE FROM THAT HILL LINE! BLUE FLIGHT, YOU ARE CLEARED TO LIGHT IT THE FUCK UP!" yelled one of the radio operators as more shells poured in from the forested high ground.

"Roger that ground. Blue 3 and 4, start your attack." Said the F-86E leader as the flight of four Sabre fighter bombers rolled in. Blue 3 went to work, beginning a dive on the hostile tank formation, letting lose a volley of 16 127mm HVARs along with bursts of his M3 .50 calibers. Blue 4, rolled in afterwards, bringing in another set of ordinance, this time, Napalm Canisters, which burned through the tree line, giving the M47s another view of their targets. The M47s promptly let loose their 90mm guns towards the hostile tanks.

Airspace near Ragansburg

"FUCK! I'M LOSING SPEED QUICKlY, LEAD! MY ENGINE'S ABOUT TO CUT OUT!" yelled 1st Lieutenant Robert Fisher as he struggled to hold the aircraft aloft. That MiG had dived on them from seemingly nowhere.

"Two, cut your power, and match my speed." Major Gerald Samson said, as he pulled in behind his stricken wingman. The two were apparently all alone and quite far from Ragansburg (about 12 miles), but Red Flight, another group of F-86Fs, were nearby if anything went south. Fisher did what he was told, he cut the power from his engine. Samson then did the unthinkable, he inserted his Sabre's nose into Fisher's engine, and began to push his wingman's Sabre back towards Ragansburg, at which point Fisher could bail out and be rescued. Then, Samson saw the other MiG-15. The Pilot was staring at him, probably in shock. The MiG was emblazoned by the colors of East Daitschland, the enemy. Samson's heart raced. He hoped that the Easterner had some sense of decency....

Fairford

President David Andersen sat in his office, reading over the message from the Qian Empire carefully, and he was quite pleased. The Organized States had been quite worried about a the possibility of another country falling into the hands of the Communists. He grabbed a note pad, scribbled down a rough draft, and handed it to his secretary, Miss Kinnian, with the instructions to relay it to the Secretary of State, Franklin Lock.

Mr. Hai Gong,


The Organized States of America, is quite pleased with your mutual offer of help against the Communist Menace that threatens Free Men and Women everywhere.

We offer you, in return for your help against the forces of Communism in the Region: military equipment, training, and advanced Jet Aircraft for your use against the Communist Rebels.


I invite you to Fairford for a meeting on this matter, at which we can better discuss terms.


Sincerely,
Franklin Lock, Secretary of State, Organized States of America

[Athenian France]

Television stations across tuned to the Athenian French News Network (AFNN) -10:45 AM

Emperor Constantine's Image flickers to life on television screens across the east and west, his message today is to address the current situation of hostilities between Athenian France and East Daitschland as the monarch takes a deep breath and inhales from his cigarette he begins to speak.

"Fellow Greeks, French, World leaders, citizens of the world. I am speaking to you here today to announce Athenian France's entrance into the war with East Daitschland.
The long-known and the long-expected has thus taken place. The forces endeavoring to enslave the entire world now are moving toward this hemisphere. Never before has there been a greater challenge to life, liberty and civilization. Delay invites great danger. Rapid and united effort by all of the peoples of the world who are determined to remain free will insure a world victory of the forces of justice and of righteousness over the forces of savagery and of barbarism. The socialist system that our enemies lead is a plague to humanity. Every year countless numbers of people from the eastern bloc regimes defect to nations in the west for peace and prosperity. Last night my nations ambassador gave the East Daitchland government a message stating that if they did not remove there troops from western soil by 9 am this morning that a state of war would exist between us".

He looks down at his watch

"It is now 10:50 am, so I hereby sign my name to this formal declaration of war that states and I quote"

" Declaring that a state of war exists between the Government of The Socialist state of East Daitschland and the government and the people of the Eastern Orthodox Empire of Athenian France and making provision to prosecute the same.

Whereas the Government of East Daitschland has blatantly committed sever acts of war and terror against the government and the people of West Daitschland:

Therefore, be it Resolved by the Houses of Parliament of the Eastern Orthodox Empire of Athenian France in Parliament assembled, that the state of war between the Empire and the Government of East Daitschland which has thus been thrust upon the Empire of Athenian France is hereby formally declared; and the Emperor is hereby authorized and directed to employ the entire military forces of the government to carry on war against the Government of East Daitschland; and to bring the conflict to a successful termination, all of the resources of the country are hereby pledged by the Parliament of Athenian France".

Tears can been seen rolling down his face as he wipes them away with a handkerchief.

"I weep here today for the live's that have been lost, for the innocent who' human rights have taken from them by an oppressive Government. This war will be the first step in ridding the world of the monstrosity of communism and returning the basic human rights to liberty loving people everywhere. To the troops of my allies, for every step you take there is an Athenian French Marine 3 steps behind you. For every allied pilot in the sky the is always an Athenian french fighter flying cover for you just outside your view. For every oppressed person behind the vicious iron curtain, there is a prayer being said for you. My people march with you West Daitschland, and we always will until the face of the earth is wiped clean of the terrors of communism. Thank you all and god speed".

The screen fades to an image of the Royal Family while that national anthem plays in the back ground.

[West Aurelia]

OOC: @DEN: There are only four Sabres. And you still didn't say if they scored any hits on the bombers.

Above Ragansburg

There was no time for the pilots to check if they scored any hits on the bombers as enemy MiGs had suddenly appeared. "Fuck! I'm hit!" one of the pilots yelled. Half of his fighter's left wing had been ripped off and it was spiraling out of control. "I'm bailing out!" The canopy jettisoned as the pilot flew out of his falling aircraft.

The remaining three F-86s pulled up from their dive and looked around for the enemy fighters. The lead pilot called for reinforcements, and the eight F-86s which were flying alongside OS aircraft turned around to assist. They came up behind the MiGs and immediately began firing at them.

Ragansburg

The 10,000 troops were now in Ragansburg. All around them, buildings lay destroyed from enemy artillery. Rubble covered the streets, creating an obstacle course for the soldiers. Machine gun fire flew over their heads. They linked up with Western forces in the city and began pushing back against the enemy onslaught. MG nests were set up to provide suppressing fire. M46s led the way, firing their cannons at enemy tanks and troops.

A young private pointed at the black flower which had opened in the sky. "Sabre pilot!" he yelled. "Not far, about two klicks away!"

A 15-man rescue party, supported by an M46, was immediately formed to retrieve the pilot as he landed. They separated from the main group, taking cover behind the tank whenever the enemy fired on them.

[Republic of Coldwater]

The Constitutional States of Republic of Coldwater



Above Ragansburg

"What the hell, enemies bogies at our twelve over" said a Pilot as he engages his rocket and tries to fire at an enemy fighter. Machine guns rattle as the atmosphere of war seems clear. "We need backup, I repeat backup" then said another pilot as he urges Coldwater forces to send more aircraft.

Ragansburg
"Move in!" shouted the Colonel as he directed his troopers to move into Ragansburg. The soldiers quickly took their positions and looked down their sights for potential enemies while snipers set up their positions to take out long-range targets within the city. "Keep quiet, and at a distance" directed the Colonel as the troops wearily enter the fiery city. As the troops walk, they lament about the irony behind fighting alongside America when they bear the flag of the country that fought against them in their so called "Civil War" as the troops insist.

Frühling, West Daitschland
"HQ, WE NEED MORE AIRCRAFT"

"SCRAMBLE FIVE MORE JETS I REPEAT FIVE MORE JETS" shouted the General as five more jets fly into a sky. An order was also filed to Shadowville for more troops and aircraft.

[Senkaku]

The Empire of the Great Qian

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Saluch'ar Town
Salochibad Hills
Wangshen District
Sidhar Province
Western Special Military Administrative District
Qinae

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"Move, move, move!"
The Imperial officer, dressed in a navy blue uniform, motioned furiously, urging his men on as they poured past him out of the ancient Type-1 Ho-Ki armored personnel carrier. Dust swirled as the Qinaean swarmed out of their vehicles into the village, while the villagers fled, hid, or surrendered swiftly, submitting as the soldiers held them at gunpoint against walls or on the ground. Goats and chickens scurried about in frantic mobs, while confused and panicky shepherds and owners tried to corral them while not irritating the Imperial troops. A few of them were dressed in the white uniforms of the Jinyiwei, and these directed the blue-dressed troops to various homes, smashing in the doors and swarming inside.
Suddenly, as the soldiers began storming the houses selected by the secret police officers, there were shots. Several soldiers went down, and then the low growl of automatic weapons came from within some of the houses. Some of the shepherds produced pistols, while villagers holding rifles suddenly emerged from houses or behind low stone walls.
The Qinaeans, naturally, returned fire, and within a few seconds, Saluch'ar Town was a battleground. But the villagers were heavily outgunned by the machine guns mounted on the Qinaean jeeps and APCs, and the command vehicle had several officers speaking into the radio, talking to their base about airstrikes or heavy support.
A red flag appeared over one of the larger houses, at the top of the hill, and the Qinaeans opened up with the 20mm cannon mounted on the back of one of their jeeps. Puffs of brownish smoke bloomed like deadly flowers as the explosive shells pounded the Communists, and the crack of rifle fire was like steel raindrops hitting a tin roof, all to the background white noise of steady machine-gun bursts.

Meanwhile, elsewhere in the Sidhar Province, things were going south.

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Arachabad
Shekiang District

The provincial capital was a port city of five million, sprawling along the coastline for miles of mud-brick hovels and tin-roofed slums. Now, smoke rose over some of those old, crumbling houses, as Communist car bombs detonated in the middle of the city's insane traffic. Qinaean troops and planes quickly moved to lock things down, and the roar of jet engines was a distinct threat, as several Dassault Ouragans circled overhead. Outside the city, Communist forces were battling fiercely with Qinaean troops to try and gain entry, and barely being held off. Even in the harbor, the Qinaeans were not safe- the cruiser QNS Liánjié was hit by a bomb, carried on a fishing boat, and then taken under fire by small arms and a small artillery piece that had been set up on a larger dhow.

Tiu Lin was an old man. His hair was white and thinning, his face wrinkled and spotted, his spectacles wire-rimmed relics from before the war. He had long served as the Imperial governor of the area- and now, for the first time in many, many years, his old eyes could pick out smoke columns rising over the city, and glints of light on the horizon where planes swooped over the Salochibad Hills, supporting the troops fighting there and below, in the river valley, to hold the Communist scum at bay. Lin knew the situation was deteriorating, but there was little he could do, now that the military had enacted martial law over a huge swathe of western Qinae.
"I don't think I've ever seen them attacking so close." The voice was in Yihetien, the language of the Imperial aristocracy, but the accent indicated a non-native speaker.
Lin turned as his secretary, Ahmad Yeqien, walked in, staring in morbid fascination at the distant aircraft and the columns of inky smoke.

A boom sounded, shaking the porcelain vases.
"What was that? It sounded like it came from the harbor," Ahmad said, his expression turning from fascinated to alarmed.
Lin frowned, looking grim. "The Incorruptible came in two days ago. My guess is that she was just mined. Either that, or they're blowing up the docks and loading cranes."
The sound of gunfire echoed over the city as the two men stared out from the shaded balcony, watching their hometown crumble before their eyes.

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Fairford
The Organized States of America

Hai was exhausted. He had traveled for more than forty-eight hours, by train, car, boat, and plane to reach the American capital was quickly as possible from Longking- a car ride to the aerodrome, a flight to Nanhai, a train ride to the ferry he took to Dalong, the port, a flying boat to Hawaii, followed by a normal airliner flight to San Francisco. Then he'd flown nonstop, a transcontinental flight, to Fairford- and now he was here, on the tarmac of the American capital's airport outside of the Boeing Stratocruiser that had flown him across the continent, waiting for the Americans to arrive and show him wherever it was they were to meet.

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POST SUMMARY:
-the Qinaean military has suffered major setbacks against the insurgency in Sidhar.
-Hai Gong, the Qinaean Foreign Minister, has arrived in Fairford.

[Die Erworbenen Namen]

OOC: OS, just want to tell you... that unless billions of factors, what you did was almost impossible.
And West Aurelia, dude, learn to read the OOC in the OOC chat. Please. I said there were only Three bombers left. That means TWO bombers were destroyed.

IC:

East Diatschland

Western Border Regions
East Diastchland 1st Armored Brigade, 4th Division, 1st Army

"Shit! We need air support! I repeat, we need air support!" Gustav nearly shouted into his radio, knowing that it would most likely fall on deaf ears. There were only ten MiGs back at the airfield, and he knew that the IL-10s would be preoccupied by Ragansburg. He just hoped someone, something would be able to answer his call. The tanks next to him were being slammed by the enemy's 90mm, a lot bouncing off, but the ones that ripped through the armor killed the people inside, leaving burning hulls, and smoking carcasses. "ISU! Give us more support here! We've got shells raining on us!"

The ISU had already reloaded, and fired it's massive concrete busting shell. The 152 now was aiming for the tank BEHIND the first one it hit, the first already in flames from the explosion. The massive shell whistled and then impacted in an almost ark, slamming down into the area between the turret and the top of the tank: The weakest part. The explosion was deafening, considering the fact that the round exploded almost instantly after it hit, shattering the insides of the enemy tank. Gustav finally felt hope, and didn't even notice that an enemy round deflected off of his tank's turret.

Then the Sabres came in. The rockets blasted into the SU-100s, ripping through the engines, and starting fires in each of them. The ISU-152 was damaged, one of the rockets blasting into the tracks and destroying the engine, but other than that, it was intact. The guns could still work, and that was all that mattered. But most of the SU-100s were out. And by out, they were destroyed completely.

"SIR! I can hear engines! Dozens of them!" The nearest commander of a tank shouted. He had escaped his burning tank, and was looking skyward. He could see... odd planes in the sky. Most of them were... wings or something. He couldn't understand. "They're here!"

Ragansburg Airspace

The remaining three bombers had opened their bomb bays, and were ready to drop them. Indeed, they were already at their drop zone. The three bombers let loose their 7,000 pounds of bombs each onto the enemy positions below. Now it didn't matter if they were hit or not; their bombs had already been dropped. 10,000 feet below, the HE bombs exploded, sending shrapnel and flame in every direction possible.

Each bomber had three escorts with it, most of them being La-15s, pretty good planes in themselves. They were above the three bombers when they saw the four Sabres pull up from their dive, far below the bombers now. They decided to act. And act fast. The planes dove forward, getting the enemy in their sights before firing their guns. The bombers were pulling back now, and going back to the capitol. Just what they needed to get done.

Vladimir had flown right by the two pilots, and he indeed was amazed. Just not in the way one would think. He had dignity, and knew not to kill them. He saluted as he flew by, throttling up his aircraft. He did give an order on the radio not to touch those two planes under any circumstances. Of course, he forgot, purposefully, to mention that to the ground units, who would undoubtedly be ready to capture the soldier if he jumped.

But now Vladimir was smiling. The rocket flew right past him, not even bothering him. He saw the enemy firing his guns, and laughed, aiming with his 23 and 30mm, and then firing, the enemy now within his range. He dove forward, down, as the other five planes above him dove on the enemy Sabres, guns a blazing.

DEN

West of Border

"Enemy column sighted, sir. Ready to engage." Hector reported, flipping a switch inside his cockpit that armed his rockets. The plane was armed with nearly 32 122mm HVAR rockets, as well as a 50mm revolving cannon, using high explosive rounds for use against soft targets. It was an amazing plane, and had no other armory on board. Hector was one of ten people using the Ve-130 Ground Attack fighter, and possibly the best of his kind. He wasn't the only plane in the air, though. With him were also 15 Lenin Li-10s, five of them armed with 2,000 pounds of explosives in bombs.

"Roger that. Go for a dive and let those bastards have it!" The commander of the ten group squad ordered. Hector nodded and smiled, getting the enemy in his sights. The 10 Li-10s flew straight for the enemy fighters, letting loose a barrage of 20mm cannons and 13mm MGs. It wasn't expected. These planes just appeared out of nowhere, and were very... odd... And advanced. Hector let loose his 32 122mm HVAR rockets into the enemy tank lines, before opening up with his 50mm cannon onto the soft targets. The noise was deafening as the other Ve-130s let loose their rockets into the enemy lines, producing a massive barrage of rockets.

[Organized States]

OOC: Actually, no. Look up Robbie Risner and Joseph Logan. Get your mind screwed.


Western Border Region

"Bogeys! Bogeys! 4' O'Clock High!" yelled Blue 4, as he spotted the flying wing aircraft. The F-86Es banked quickly to their right, bleeding some speed, but giving them an angle on the oddly-shaped Li-10s. The Sabre pilots' fingers put themselves on the red trigger on the flight stick, and pressed it down, letting lose a volley of .50 caliber rounds onto the hostile aircraft. The Li-10, judging from what the Sabre pilots could make of it, had a massive disadvantage, they had a much larger cross section for the Sabres to pump lead into.

"Lead, I think I scored a few hits on that pass. I'm seeing some apparent damage." said Blue 3, looking at the oddly shaped aircraft, which appeared to be damaged.

"Roger that 3, we're going to go around for another pass on them!" said Blue Lead, pulling his F-86E back around.

Königsburg, Occupied West Daitschland

The men of the First Infantry walked beyond the M47 as the columns of tanks entered the town. One of the other columns of the IV Corps was pinned down by hostile elements, but the other two weren't, continuing their advance on the town. Königsburg was smaller than the city of Ragansburg, with its population numbering around 4,500. The city was an important crossroads on the way to the East, as multiple of the highways built by the Western Government intersected here.

The Infantrymen, armed with the M1 Garand rifle, slowly walked down the quiet, deserted cobblestone street. They shivered in the frigid winter air, doubting whether the infantry men of the DEN or the Easterners shivered the same way.

Fairford, Organized States of America

The State Department 1949 Ford drove up to the Boeing Stratocruiser's side. Secretary of State Lock stepped out of the black car. He took off the fedora he wore with his suit.

"Mr. Hai Gong?" he asked the Chinese man.

[Die Erworbenen Namen]

OOC: Actually, no. Look up Robbie Risner and Joseph Logan. Get your mind screwed.


Western Border Region

"Bogeys! Bogeys! 4' O'Clock High!" yelled Blue 4, as he spotted the flying wing aircraft. The F-86Es banked quickly to their right, bleeding some speed, but giving them an angle on the oddly-shaped Li-10s. The Sabre pilots' fingers put themselves on the red trigger on the flight stick, and pressed it down, letting lose a volley of .50 caliber rounds onto the hostile aircraft. The Li-10, judging from what the Sabre pilots could make of it, had a massive disadvantage, they had a much larger cross section for the Sabres to pump lead into.

"Lead, I think I scored a few hits on that pass. I'm seeing some apparent damage." said Blue 3, looking at the oddly shaped aircraft, which appeared to be damaged.

"Roger that 3, we're going to go around for another pass on them!" said Blue Lead, pulling his F-86E back around.

Königsburg, Occupied West Daitschland

The men of the First Infantry walked beyond the M47 as the columns of tanks entered the town. One of the other columns of the IV Corps was pinned down by hostile elements, but the other two weren't, continuing their advance on the town. Königsburg was smaller than the city of Ragansburg, with its population numbering around 4,500. The city was an important crossroads on the way to the East, as multiple of the highways built by the Western Government intersected here.

The Infantrymen, armed with the M1 Garand rifle, slowly walked down the quiet, deserted cobblestone street. They shivered in the frigid winter air, doubting whether the infantry men of the DEN or the Easterners shivered the same way.

Fairford, Organized States of America

The State Department 1949 Ford drove up to the Boeing Stratocruiser's side. Secretary of State Lock stepped out of the black car. He took off the fedora he wore with his suit.

"Mr. Hai Gong?" he asked the Chinese man.

OOC: You know, I did dive on your fighters in the tank column, as well as attacked the column...

[Organized States]

OOC: Actually, no. Look up Robbie Risner and Joseph Logan. Get your mind screwed.


Western Border Region

"Bogeys! Bogeys! 4' O'Clock High!" yelled Blue 4, as he spotted the flying wing aircraft. The F-86Es banked quickly to their right, bleeding some speed, but giving them an angle on the oddly-shaped Li-10s. The Sabre pilots' fingers put themselves on the red trigger on the flight stick, and pressed it down, letting lose a volley of .50 caliber rounds onto the hostile aircraft. The Li-10, judging from what the Sabre pilots could make of it, had a massive disadvantage, they had a much larger cross section for the Sabres to pump lead into.

"Lead, I think I scored a few hits on that pass. I'm seeing some apparent damage." said Blue 3, looking at the oddly shaped aircraft, which appeared to be damaged.

"Roger that 3, we're going to go around for another pass on them!" said Blue Lead, pulling his F-86E back around.

Königsburg, Occupied West Daitschland

The men of the First Infantry walked beyond the M47 as the columns of tanks entered the town. One of the other columns of the IV Corps was pinned down by hostile elements, but the other two weren't, continuing their advance on the town. Königsburg was smaller than the city of Ragansburg, with its population numbering around 4,500. The city was an important crossroads on the way to the East, as multiple of the highways built by the Western Government intersected here.

The Infantrymen, armed with the M1 Garand rifle, slowly walked down the quiet, deserted cobblestone street. They shivered in the frigid winter air, doubting whether the infantry men of the DEN or the Easterners shivered the same way.

Fairford, Organized States of America

The State Department 1949 Ford drove up to the Boeing Stratocruiser's side. Secretary of State Lock stepped out of the black car. He took off the fedora he wore with his suit.

"Mr. Hai Gong?" he asked the Chinese man.

OOC: You know, I did dive on your fighters in the tank column, as well as attacked the column...

OOC: turning into them.

[West Aurelia]

Over Ragansburg

"Shit!" yelled an F-86 pilot as his plane was hit by one - or several - of the 12 La-15s. The pilot attempted to eject, but it was too late. The engine and the plane's ammunition detonated and the plane turned into a fireball.

"Fucking hell, where's our back up?" yelled the lead pilot, pulling up with his wingman alongside him. His flight had been cut in half in less than a minute. Just then, the eight F-86s which had been flying alongside OS aircraft appeared above them.

"Speak of the devil and he doth appear," the wingman said, before he too was cut down by the La-15s. Fortunately, he was able to eject in time.

"FUCK!" the lead pilot yelled. Now 75% of his flight had been eliminated.

The new arrivals dived down on the La-15s and began firing, their six M2 Browning machine guns spitting deadly .50 caliber rounds. The La-15s outnumbered them, but the Sabre was a better fighter. However, the MiGs could appear at any minute (OOC: Correct me if I'm wrong, but I believe they're engaging OS and/or Coldwateran aircraft at the moment) so the remaining eight F-86s which had headed east were ordered to turn around. They immediately sped to the scene of the dogfight.

Ragansburg

"Take cover!" someone yelled as the Il-28s dropped their bombs. Small buildings collapsed, covering the streets with even more rubble. Cries of men were heard. Medics scrambled around to rescue anyone they could. 109 West Aurelian troops were killed and 7 tanks were destroyed.

Meanwhile, the rescue party had effectively secured the first Sabre pilot. He climbed into the M46, although it was a bit cramped. The ground troops swore as they saw two more Sabres get shot down.

"Looks like we'll have to rescue another pilot," someone said. "Let's go."

[Republic of Coldwater]

Ragansburg
"TAKE COVER!" shouted the Commander as a fiery bomb explodes, killing four soldiers. "HEAVY CASUALTIES, HQ I REPEAT HEAVY CASUALTIES, SHOOT DOWN THOSE DAMN BOMBERS". The Commander takes his AW-10 which fell on the ground and orders his troops to move forwards towards Ragansburg to get into tall buildings (which aren't that tall) or go into the street to look for Communist soldiers

Skies of Ragansburg
The Fighters heard the radio cry for help from the Commander, but the MIGs were already diving on them. "THIS IS ECHO 1-2, THAT IS A NEGATIVE, BOGIES ARE GOING AGAINST US" said a pilot moments before his plane exploded into shards. The Fighters realize that they are under attack, and some try to fire their guns and missiles at the MIGs.

[Die Erworbenen Namen]

Ragansburg
"TAKE COVER!" shouted the Commander as a fiery bomb explodes, killing four soldiers. "HEAVY CASUALTIES, HQ I REPEAT HEAVY CASUALTIES, SHOOT DOWN THOSE DAMN BOMBERS". The Commander takes his AW-10 which fell on the ground and fires at a few Communist Soldiers before taking cover again. The soldiers, despite the bombs were ordered to move into the war-torn city. On foot, they arrive in the city and begin to go into taller buildings to not only get rid of enemy high ground but also to secure sniper positions, which are strategic assets for the Coldwater Military.

Skies of Ragansburg
The Fighters heard the radio cry for help from the Commander, and quickly redirect themselves to the bombers. Two fighters were already destroyed, but the remaining ones had rockets and guns. Readying their rockets and their guns, the fighters begin to fire their deadly bullets and rockets at the enemy.

OOC: I want you to know that A) the soldiers are behind their own fortifications, far from your infantry.... B) There is no building standing taller than 15 feet because of the artillery and bombing... Just saying. That and as of now, I have the highest buildings. Oh, and C) what on EARTH are you firing at? Nothing, it would seem... Because you ignored ten MiGs who are now diving on you, have your position locked in, and are going to shoot you out of the skies, and you're blindly firing unguided and inaccurate rockets as well as wasting ammo on air. The MiGs are far from my bombers.

IC:

Easy Diascthland

Western Border Region

The tanks continued firing into the enemy, sending shell after shell into the enemy lines. Gustav looked up as the ground attack planes sent the rockets into the enemy lines, cheering as the cannon rounds impacted the soft targets, bringing up dirt and blood, the rockets detonating among the enemy. Hector pulled up his plane, looking back at the carnage he had caused.

Gustav smiled, but his joy was short lived. The enemy tank had fired a round into the command tank, the 90mm main gun slamming into the front of the tank, ripping through the driver and exploding into the tank itself, slamming into the gunner and loader and sending shrapnel everywhere. The gunner was dead, a large 90mm hole in his shoulder/neck area, and the loader and gunner severely wounded. The rounds started to catch fire, and Gustav looked down. He got up, pushing all the crap out of the way, and grabbing the gunner, pulling him up.

"C'mon! We got this! Pull!" He shouted, pulling on the gunner's arms. He groaned, shouting in pain, but pulled up. He slumped out of the tank. Grabbing his leg with his hand, the blood flowing from the bloody stump that was his left leg. Gustav jumped up again on the tank to grab the loader, holding out his hand. The loader grabbed it, and started pulling up.

"Goddammit, Gustav! Get me out!" The loader shouted, and gripped the edge of the tank's turret. The smoke started to pour out of the tank now, and the rounds began setting off. The AP rounds started firing everywhere, slamming out of the armor with extreme force. "Shit! They're going off!"

Gustav gave one last, desperate pull, picking up the loader with his full force, and sending him into the air a bit. They both fell backwards, the loader in Gustav's hands as the tank literally exploded with the force of the rounds, as well as the fuel catching. The turret flew right into the sky, landing on top of another tank, damaging it.

Ragansburg Airspace

The MiGs turned around and headed straight for the enemy Sabres from Coldwater, getting them in their sights. Vladimir smiled with an evil grin, aiming into the enemy fighters. He fired his gun, letting loose a small burst of the 23mm cannons, as well as a 30 mm into the enemy fighters. The other MiGs picked their own targets, too, and got on their tails, firing bursts into them.

"Bombers, we've got bogies incoming. We're going to take charge of them and help the LA-15s. See ya in a second!" Vladimir reported into his mic.

The LA-15s could easily outturn the Sabres, but not outrun them. Outgun them? Probably. But the planes didn't matter; the pilot did, and these pilots were the best of the East. They had to be. At least one LA-15 saw the enemy fighters descending, and took that accordingly, pulling up and to the right, to try and get onto the tail of the planes that dove. His wingman followed him, but the rest weren't so lucky. One of the planes flamed out when the enemy fighters dove down, and exploded, the pilot gone. Another plane lost it's wing, the pilot ejecting, and the next one lost it's tail, and the last lost it's pilot.

Ragansburg

The soldiers looked up, watching the Aerial battle unfold. The bright colors of flamed out engines, planes exploding in the air, and tracer rounds lighting up the sky. It was truly something to see. Planes left and right tumbled to the ground, the bombers actually begin damaged to a point where two crashed into the ground.

"Commander, we've got reports that we've got five guys who ejected, two pilots alive. They' do landed in a similar area. Each one's got a pistol with them, but we've got to get them out before the enemy does." The lieutenant reported, and the commander nodded, watching the battle with his binoculars.

"I don't think we'll get any DEN fighters for a bit, what do you think?" The commander asked. "I had put in a reinforcements request for DEN soldiers, and I don't think we'll be seeing any ground only units for a while... I know we got a response... I think it was yes."

"Sir?"

"Oh, yes. Of course. Dispatch a company to search for them. Get four Greyhounds out there." The commander ordered, and the Lieutenant nodded, getting the soldiers out. They had added onto the greyhounds large anti tank rockets, with two on each side of the armored car's turret, as well as it's 37mm cannon. The company split into four, with one greyhound per group.

DEN

Western Border Region

The Li-10 took the hits like a man, not too many bullets actually hitting the plane because of it's speed and the fact that the Sabre pilot's radar guider wouldn't function on the Flying Wing, because of it's stealth design. The pilot looked back, seeing the Sabre fly off, before pulling back on the yoke. The plane immediately began doing an Immelmann, pulling up, losing speed first, then rolling so he was straight.

"We've got four bogies, considered dangerous. I'm hit. Repeat, I'm hit." Ajax reported, throttling back the plane. He got one of the Sabres in his sights, the radar guidance giving him a distinct advantage. He steadied the plane, taking note of the enemy fighter positions, watching his own wingman fly down to join him, as well as watching the other Li-10s getting into another attack run.

Steadying himself, and all in the period of mere seconds from when he pulled the Immelmann, he fired his gun, his finger pulling down on both triggers of the yoke, letting loose a barrage of four 13mm machine guns and one 30mm cannon loaded with anti air rounds. He saw the rounds impact in the distance, and he pulled back on the yoke, turning to his next target and spraying his tracer 13mm rounds into the next plane, watching the rounds impact. The other Li-10s dove on the Sabres, two of the 10s guarding the VE-130s.

"I hit two! Can't tell if they've flamed out! Cover me, and watch for them to turn around!" Ajax shouted into his comms, before pulling back on the throttle and pulling out his combat flaps, slowing down the plane as he watched the enemy planes turn around. He followed them, firing bursts where he could, trying to get on his tail. "I think I flamed one! Can't tell!"

East Capitol City

A battalion was getting ready to board onto dozens of VC-1 Comets, large VTOL troop transport aircraft with room for 30 soldiers each. Currently, only 30 VC-1s were able to lift on and off, giving them about 900 troops that could be transported at once. The soldiers of DEN were loading into them, and getting ready to take off. They had with them a very large amount of cover aircraft: two V-1 Hellhounds, armed with four 20mm cannons and two 13mm MGs. They also had an escort of LI-10s, about ten of those. They would be offensive.

Truly, it was a massive operation, but it was needed. The LI-10s were outfitted with ground attack roles, using two 250 pound bombs and ten 85mm HVARs, but that was as much as it got to.

[Republic of Coldwater]

Ragansburg
"TAKE COVER!" shouted the Commander as a fiery bomb explodes, killing four soldiers. "HEAVY CASUALTIES, HQ I REPEAT HEAVY CASUALTIES, SHOOT DOWN THOSE DAMN BOMBERS". The Commander takes his AW-10 which fell on the ground and fires at a few Communist Soldiers before taking cover again. The soldiers, despite the bombs were ordered to move into the war-torn city. On foot, they arrive in the city and begin to go into taller buildings to not only get rid of enemy high ground but also to secure sniper positions, which are strategic assets for the Coldwater Military.

Skies of Ragansburg
The Fighters heard the radio cry for help from the Commander, and quickly redirect themselves to the bombers. Two fighters were already destroyed, but the remaining ones had rockets and guns. Readying their rockets and their guns, the fighters begin to fire their deadly bullets and rockets at the enemy.

OOC: I want you to know that A) the soldiers are behind their own fortifications, far from your infantry.... B) There is no building standing taller than 15 feet because of the artillery and bombing... Just saying. That and as of now, I have the highest buildings. Oh, and C) what on EARTH are you firing at? Nothing, it would seem... Because you ignored ten MiGs who are now diving on you, have your position locked in, and are going to shoot you out of the skies, and you're blindly firing unguided and inaccurate rockets as well as wasting ammo on air. The MiGs are far from my bombers.

IC:

Easy Diascthland

Western Border Region

The tanks continued firing into the enemy, sending shell after shell into the enemy lines. Gustav looked up as the ground attack planes sent the rockets into the enemy lines, cheering as the cannon rounds impacted the soft targets, bringing up dirt and blood, the rockets detonating among the enemy. Hector pulled up his plane, looking back at the carnage he had caused.

Gustav smiled, but his joy was short lived. The enemy tank had fired a round into the command tank, the 90mm main gun slamming into the front of the tank, ripping through the driver and exploding into the tank itself, slamming into the gunner and loader and sending shrapnel everywhere. The gunner was dead, a large 90mm hole in his shoulder/neck area, and the loader and gunner severely wounded. The rounds started to catch fire, and Gustav looked down. He got up, pushing all the crap out of the way, and grabbing the gunner, pulling him up.

"C'mon! We got this! Pull!" He shouted, pulling on the gunner's arms. He groaned, shouting in pain, but pulled up. He slumped out of the tank. Grabbing his leg with his hand, the blood flowing from the bloody stump that was his left leg. Gustav jumped up again on the tank to grab the loader, holding out his hand. The loader grabbed it, and started pulling up.

"Goddammit, Gustav! Get me out!" The loader shouted, and gripped the edge of the tank's turret. The smoke started to pour out of the tank now, and the rounds began setting off. The AP rounds started firing everywhere, slamming out of the armor with extreme force. "Shit! They're going off!"

Gustav gave one last, desperate pull, picking up the loader with his full force, and sending him into the air a bit. They both fell backwards, the loader in Gustav's hands as the tank literally exploded with the force of the rounds, as well as the fuel catching. The turret flew right into the sky, landing on top of another tank, damaging it.

Ragansburg Airspace

The MiGs turned around and headed straight for the enemy Sabres from Coldwater, getting them in their sights. Vladimir smiled with an evil grin, aiming into the enemy fighters. He fired his gun, letting loose a small burst of the 23mm cannons, as well as a 30 mm into the enemy fighters. The other MiGs picked their own targets, too, and got on their tails, firing bursts into them.

"Bombers, we've got bogies incoming. We're going to take charge of them and help the LA-15s. See ya in a second!" Vladimir reported into his mic.

The LA-15s could easily outturn the Sabres, but not outrun them. Outgun them? Probably. But the planes didn't matter; the pilot did, and these pilots were the best of the East. They had to be. At least one LA-15 saw the enemy fighters descending, and took that accordingly, pulling up and to the right, to try and get onto the tail of the planes that dove. His wingman followed him, but the rest weren't so lucky. One of the planes flamed out when the enemy fighters dove down, and exploded, the pilot gone. Another plane lost it's wing, the pilot ejecting, and the next one lost it's tail, and the last lost it's pilot.

Ragansburg

The soldiers looked up, watching the Aerial battle unfold. The bright colors of flamed out engines, planes exploding in the air, and tracer rounds lighting up the sky. It was truly something to see. Planes left and right tumbled to the ground, the bombers actually begin damaged to a point where two crashed into the ground.

"Commander, we've got reports that we've got five guys who ejected, two pilots alive. They' do landed in a similar area. Each one's got a pistol with them, but we've got to get them out before the enemy does." The lieutenant reported, and the commander nodded, watching the battle with his binoculars.

"I don't think we'll get any DEN fighters for a bit, what do you think?" The commander asked. "I had put in a reinforcements request for DEN soldiers, and I don't think we'll be seeing any ground only units for a while... I know we got a response... I think it was yes."

"Sir?"

"Oh, yes. Of course. Dispatch a company to search for them. Get four Greyhounds out there." The commander ordered, and the Lieutenant nodded, getting the soldiers out. They had added onto the greyhounds large anti tank rockets, with two on each side of the armored car's turret, as well as it's 37mm cannon. The company split into four, with one greyhound per group.

DEN

Western Border Region

The Li-10 took the hits like a man, not too many bullets actually hitting the plane because of it's speed and the fact that the Sabre pilot's radar guider wouldn't function on the Flying Wing, because of it's stealth design. The pilot looked back, seeing the Sabre fly off, before pulling back on the yoke. The plane immediately began doing an Immelmann, pulling up, losing speed first, then rolling so he was straight.

"We've got four bogies, considered dangerous. I'm hit. Repeat, I'm hit." Ajax reported, throttling back the plane. He got one of the Sabres in his sights, the radar guidance giving him a distinct advantage. He steadied the plane, taking note of the enemy fighter positions, watching his own wingman fly down to join him, as well as watching the other Li-10s getting into another attack run.

Steadying himself, and all in the period of mere seconds from when he pulled the Immelmann, he fired his gun, his finger pulling down on both triggers of the yoke, letting loose a barrage of four 13mm machine guns and one 30mm cannon loaded with anti air rounds. He saw the rounds impact in the distance, and he pulled back on the yoke, turning to his next target and spraying his tracer 13mm rounds into the next plane, watching the rounds impact. The other Li-10s dove on the Sabres, two of the 10s guarding the VE-130s.

"I hit two! Can't tell if they've flamed out! Cover me, and watch for them to turn around!" Ajax shouted into his comms, before pulling back on the throttle and pulling out his combat flaps, slowing down the plane as he watched the enemy planes turn around. He followed them, firing bursts where he could, trying to get on his tail. "I think I flamed one! Can't tell!"

East Capitol City

A battalion was getting ready to board onto dozens of VC-1 Comets, large VTOL troop transport aircraft with room for 30 soldiers each. Currently, only 30 VC-1s were able to lift on and off, giving them about 900 troops that could be transported at once. The soldiers of DEN were loading into them, and getting ready to take off. They had with them a very large amount of cover aircraft: two V-1 Hellhounds, armed with four 20mm cannons and two 13mm MGs. They also had an escort of LI-10s, about ten of those. They would be offensive.

Truly, it was a massive operation, but it was needed. The LI-10s were outfitted with ground attack roles, using two 250 pound bombs and ten 85mm HVARs, but that was as much as it got to.

OOC: Oops, going to RETCONN what happened just then

EDIT: Changed the post, sorry for not reading some posts in detail.

[West Aurelia]

Over Ragansburg

As the lead pilot of the first flight pulled up, he spotted two of the La-15s doing likewise. At first he thought that they were coming for him, but then he realized that they were trying to come up behind the diving F-86s. He turned his plane towards them and, picking a target, fired. They would pay for bringing down some of his closest friends.

By now, the final two flights of F-86s had appeared. They now greatly outnumbered the La-15s by 17-8, but the MiGs couldn't be far. To make the most of their time, two F-86s were sent to to attack each La-15, with the remaining F-86 flying above the dogfight and looking out for any enemy reinforcements.

A call was sent out to OS, Western, and Coldwateran aircraft in the area to link up, in order to use the combined firepower of the four nations to defeat the enemy.

[Die Erworbenen Namen]

The pilot looked around, and saw the enemy before he could fire, turning out of the enemy's firing arc, and fired on the diving Sabres, scoring hits with his cannons. The rest of the LA-15s immediately dispersed, turning around and using their supreme agility to out turn the enemy in dogfights, which the Sabre pilots forgot about. On more than one occasion, a La pilot would find an enemy and open fire, scoring hits with their extreme accuracy.

One pilot was immediately downed, though, and he ejected, landing on the ground near the other pilots that jumped. He looked up and watched the skies... Filled with contrails. But something was different...something.... Was off.

"What on EARTH is that in the distance?" The pilot wondered, looking out. He had never seen planes like them, but they looked like either MiGs or Sabres.... He couldn't tell. They were just moving too fast... Although, they were colored in snow camouflage, being blue in color... Which was weird in it's own right.

OOC: I officialized my plane names. I'm changing them now. XD

IC:

DEN

Around the aerial convoy, the wind was howling. Jet engines roared, and the propeller blades of the Challengers slicing the wind. It was a massive convoy, easily spotted on radar. Except... Except that is, for the F-47 Thunderbirds, the stealth fighters of the group. They were amazing planes almost capable of surpassing the speed of sound. In a dive, they could go supersonic easily, like the Sabre, but otherwise, they steadied at 702 mph. There weren't too many of them, and most of the escorts were other planes, almost as fast, but not quite. And they were almost to Ragansburg.

[West Aurelia]

Over Ragansburg

The F-86 pilots were surprised at the turning ability displayed by the La-15s. A few of them even managed to score hits on the F-86s, but as they were heavily outnumbered, they were unable to bring any down. The dogfight had turned into a turkey shoot

The lead pilot of the first flight, First Lieutenant Tom Murphy, swore as the two La-15s turned away. He was quickly joined by another F-86 and they both turned after the Eastern jets. They each picked a target and fired.

The pilot flying above the dogfight noticed a large number of contacts on his radar, and he called them out. "Shit! I think they're enemy troop transports!" He also sent out a message to any allied aircraft nearby notifying them of the new arrivals.

Ragansburg

The two Sabre pilots which had managed to eject were successfully rescued. The chaos which had been created by the enemy bombers had prevented the Eastern forces from advancing, and thus the rescue party was not fired upon.