The Dragon's Roar [Att'n Slavija - Invasion of Chernobyl]

[Kleomentia]

The Polish-Chernobyl Border
7th National Legion

Jovan was happy seeing the enemy flee and ordered 3000 men to chase them. The rest of the army would settle up and reorganize. While the army was reorganizing Jovan called King Vuk on the phone and said:"Your Majesty, the Russians are retreating. We need further orders. Yes, alright. It will be done your Majesty. Goodbye." He ended the call and now with a new mission from the King he came to Admiral Stevan and said:"Admiral, we got new orders from the king. He want's us to take over a town named Niljka not far from here. We shall rest for a few minutes and then continue there."

"Yes sir. But what should we do with the men you sent to chase the Russians?"

"Call them in 10 minutes and tell them to meet with us at a small hill named Осзељк. There we regroup and then head for Niljka.

"Understood sir."

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Kleomentia, Vukograd, the Holy Czars office

King Vuk was standing and looking at a big window in his fathers office while smoking a cigar. He looked at the majesty of Kleomentia and thought if what he did was the right choice, he did not know how his father will react when he hears about this. He just finished the talk with General Jovan and after a few minutes thought:"Hmmm, the reinforcements we sent to the Pols seem to be doing a good job. Now is probably a good time to send the first wave." He then came to his desk and pushed a button on a device that seemed like a big iphone with a few buttons on it and then said with a gentle voice:"Ms Sukolj, please call up the Minister of Defense to my office." A voice from the device answered:"Yes your Majesty, he will arrive shortly." In a few minutes the minister came into the office expecting to hear something bad. He said to Vuk:"You called for me your Majesty."

"Yes, i did. Come, take a sit. I have something to tell you."

They paused for a few second. The minister watched the smoke that came out of the kings cigar. They were like on a painting. A part of it looked like a warrior riding on a horse. But the shapes were constantly changing for obvious reasons. Vuk ended his cigar and then said with a mouth full of smoke:"The reason i called you is to tell you that the reinforcements we sent to the Pols have completed their first mission and i have now sent them on the second."

"That's excellent your Majesty, i guess that you want me to send the first wave then?"

"Yes, exactly. That is the main reason why i called you. Send the army i reserved before for the first wave. I shall inform the Pols and the Chinese that we have sent our first wave."

"Of course your Majesty. Consider it done."

"Good, you can go now."

"Thank you your Majesty."

The minister then calmly went outside the office to order the first wave to be sent and Vuk sent a message to both the Pols and the Chinese to inform them of the new actions.

12th Scorpion Legion
50 000 High Class Heavy Infantry
50 000 High Class Light Infantry
50 000 Black Legionaries

67th Tank Division
50 Heavy W17 Class Destroyers
100 Ordinary Kleomentian Tanks
20 p15 Class Car Tanks

35th Artillery Division
30 Heavy Blaster Cannons
50 Destroyer Cannons
20 E7 Class Nuclear Projectile Launchers

[Polska rzczpolspolita]

As the Kleomentians and other Lechians followed the soviets to break them, the greater portion stayed behind, dealing with the unexpectedly large enemy amour. "Take cover!" a Colonel had commanded; this was supposed to be a weak point. They had been more prepared here then thought. No matter; a few tanks were a minor set back. Through the explosions and gunfire, the troops rushed, men falling and getting back up in some cases; Ironmail was a hell of an armor. The rush was accompanied by massive gunfire, roaring into all who opposed them. Unexpected, the thunder of of Rocket Launchers piped up, sending a miniature shell into a nearby tank. In the following moments, more pierced into the enemy armour, exploding in flak and fire.
With a yell of "Nyech zyje Lechia!" they charged once more, tearing through enemy lines. No, it was not a battle on a line as typical warfare; No, these Lechian tactics called to corner and murder the enemy; No prisoners; No prisoners were taken when the Chernoblaskayans occupied Lechia all those years ago. And so none would be taken now.

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Petrograd, Chernobl-Pripyat|Piotrgorod, Czernobl-Pripjat
Sgt. Czeslaw Somorowicz of the 8th Lechian Army's 2nd Corps was a simple man, growing up in the fields of Galicija. Now, he stood on a T30, looking out at the spires of Piortgorod, or as the russians called it, Petrograd. They had brushed passed their first line...no doubt their plan, so they had close air support (CAS) on this, the first city they would take.
As they entered the outer city, all the tanks, the cannons, and the artillery sent off their first round of warning- a Lechian tradition. At that, they hopped off the their machines, marching off to meet the doomed enemy.

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Slavijan Sea
A MiG-31 soared over the soviet fleet, hailing it's ship. "Falcon's Nest, this 1356-CD. Confirmation of Soviet contacts; Coordinates being sent."

[Chernobyl-Pripyat]

Petrograd

The city seemed cold and empty - streets were clear of the most part, some areas had been blocked off with barbed wire and czech hedgehogs, visible minefields on a few more narrow streets. They knew the Lechians were expecting stiff resistance, but it was ordered to make it seem if everyone had left the city. They laid in wait for them to wander deeper into the city. Tanks had been hidden inside carparks and underpasses, waiting for the order to storm though their lines as they would find themselves cut off and surrounded in a hostile environment. Inside the city the defenders, numbering 9,000 and consisting mainly of Interior Troops, militia and OMON soldiers knew the city well, all of its little secrets and passageways. Reports from the border that they were not taking prisoners - it would be returned in favor. Wounded or surrendering Lechian soldiers, even lowly rear echelon personnel would be cut down. Knowing that they would move on city center, and try to raise their flag over it, the plan was to allow them to fully make themselves comfortable on the way there, only beginning the attack when they have reached it. Having plenty of RPGs of various models and munition types they were expecting to have destroyed or disabled most, if not all of their armor with a few hours. Many of the 1st floors of buildings were booby trapped with grenades or firebombs in anticipation of the Lechians using them for cover from the impending ambush. In the outskirts under cover, the motor rifle forces waited for the signal to attack their rear lines with armor and dismounted troops with long long ranged artillery support. Air defense troops passively turned their radars on and off to scan for targets - their Tor-M1systems could effectively clear or keep away any aircraft until Chernobylskayan air power could deal with it. Existence would be hell for the invaders.

Niljka


"Incoming!"

"Hold fire, ours."

A single T-80UM and 2 overloaded BMP crested the hill along the main road, one of the BMP riders displaying a Chernobylskayan flag sensing that they may have been targeted by their own guys with reports of the battle lines changing quickly. Where was the rest of the army? After the order to advance towards the border they had heard nothing form their Polkovnik, let alone from air controllers.

As they entered the town past the barricades they halted and dismounted, beginning to remove their wounded from inside the BMPs to a small hospital. The MVD Major approached Samilev with questions.

"Kapitan Malyshev was killed while we were pulling back, so were a bunch of others. The Leitenant is injured bad, and we're off course. Supposed to be headed for Oleksandrivka but we had no choice but to move this direction. The Lechians have some tough armor so unless they're under 100m don't expect a kill, they might get back up. Have your snipers aim for the legs or head."

"Understood, we'll shoot to maim. Is your radio functional? We were talking to the rest of your unit not too long ago, they've got gunship support that they're able to split with us. Currently I've got machine guns and snipers in the higher points in the town, assault teams in the lower portion and some crew served on over watch. Your tank is greatly appreciated - we were told reinforcements cannot be sent to us at this exact time. All of the full readiness units are based around major cities further inland and were preparing for an attack from the east. I hear 106th Guards Red Banner "Veblensk" Air Assault Division is supposed to be in the region within 2 days to coordinate with local ground forces. Use our radio and try to contact your unit, they're refusing to send artillery strikes our direction."


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"Center, this is 'Kirov'. Large fleet located, not Lechian. Will keep an eye on it, communication will be minimal from here on out."

A lone Typhoon-Class submarine stalked the depths of the sea, originally just patrolling territorial waters but now with an objective. When they were told to look for Lechian ships they found themselves off course for such actions. The arrival of a large fleet sparked the crews interest - it was rare things other then merchant vessels came near. But they also had their mission on hand, to seek and destroy enemy vessels, or if given the order glass Lechian political and military targets. For now, this would be a secondary concern due to size of the unknown arrivals.

[Polska rzczpolspolita]

Petrograd|Piotrgorod:
The city was...near empty. Through clearing some of the more obvious areas the enemy would set up had been cleared, yet there were nearly none. They were deep into the city now. Barely any tanks had been encountered. This left two possabilities: One, the czernobelski considered Piotrgorod a viable loss and regrouped somewhere farther inland, or two, they were in hiding. The first was more preferable, as a first victory, no matter how small, always gauranteed a lightning campaign to follow, though everyone expected, no, knew the second was definite. They reached the building in the city centre. Could it really be that easy? They took positions around it, facing outward to block any enemy counter attack. Reinforcements would arrive soon enough. The Red-White banner began to rise, but gunshots began to ring out. Czernobelski soldiers came out of every nook and cranny of the city, raining death upon the Lechians.
All according to plan.
The 'reinforcements' arrived. The encirclers had been encircled. a ring of armour and Teutons surrounded the, unleashing a torrent of lead. The fools had entrapped themselves. The Lechitic banner rose higher still, proclaiming Nyech zyje Lechia to all who saw.
Of course, it made yet another proclomation to any chernoblayskayan: "Sprzeciwiać się Lechia, przeciwstawić losowi"

[Chernobyl-Pripyat]

Petrograd

"This is 8, we've got some armor behind the building taking shots into us, we're occupied with mopping up the square, have the Wolves started yet?"

"This is Volk-1, we're moving."

For a single ring of defenders to be expected was foolish. As those around the city center had opened up on the Lechian invaders had found more armor and men behind them other movement was stirred. Small teams got to work on the enemy - in 3 teams of 5 men each they would attack the Teutons from behind or above with machine gun or sniper fire from upper floors intending to kill or pin; snipers targeted unarmored portions of the body to force his friends to get him to safety, they would also be picked off. As this was going on, another team would move at street level with RPGs, taking shots at armor and moving to a different location to hit the same targets. The 3rd team would close in and finish off the survivors or assist in covering the RPG team.

Volk-1's sniper scanned out of a building with a trench parascope observing the enemy down the street, relaying information to the other 2 teams that slowly closed in from behind. They moved in a fashion that 5 would cover while the other 5 ran to new cover and they would cycle between these before splitting off in different directions. Once the order was given, sniper and machine gun fire came out of a building some ways back towards the enemy who was focused on those in the buildings surrounding the square - they were also exchanging fire and rockets. Too risky to call in artillery, they opted for air support. Within 20 minutes a wing of Su-25T would arrive, ready to bomb the streets. Leading this a group of MiG-29 would keep an eye out for enemy air defenses, but also had a set of air to air missiles in case the need were to arise.

From the outskirts of town the motor rifle troops sprung into action moving west to target the Lechian rear support elements. It almost seemed as a scene from an 80's training video - the T-90As advanced in a arrow formation, taking shots at any targets they came within range of, while the BMP-2 trailed behind firing, infantry dismounting and following on foot crouched low with their weapons shouldered and ready to shoot. Their Tunguska systems moved with them, providing a dome of protection from enemy aircraft, and if needed could rip a line of trucks or infantry to bits. Unlike those in the city, they did not need to worry about their own shells. A forward observation vehicle was guiding the artillery battalions rockets as they tore through the sky in alternating short and long bursts.

[Kleomentia]

Niljka

The 7th National Legion was now regrouped in a forest outside Nilkja. Jovan took a glance at the town and whispered to the Commander next to him:"The town looks empty and quiet, too quiet."

"You're right, what should we do?"

"Hmmm, we have the advantage of surprise. Let's keep it. I think that we should take charging positions and then before we charge our snipers shoot the gunner on the towns borders. Then we charge. While we charge our hidden cannons in the forest shoot at the city and we fight to break the first line. After that we shall send the second line and some tanks."

"Yes sir. Consider it done"

After that the first line took the charging position in the forest and waited for the snipers to quietly take out the Chernobyl gunners. The Kleomentians did not know how much Chernobyl troops there are in the city neither did they know anything about the city. It was hard to think of the right strategy for this kind of battle. Jovan looked at the town and nervously waited for the snipers to get to work. Finally the snipers fired the first shots. None of the shoots were heard though. Jovan took his binoculars and looked trough them to see what the snipers did.

[Soviet Russia Republic]

Polish-Chernobylskyan Border

As the volunteers fled to the near by village, their armored support came forward to protect their retreat from polish and Chinese forces. Twenty T-72s, supported by infantry, came at the attacking force. The T-723 main cannons focused on Polish amour while the machine guns shot at the polish foot soldiers. Soldiers throw grenades at the exposed polish soldiers. Meanwhile the first groups of sliders entered the near by village and began to set up defensive positions around the village. They awaited Chernobyl to give them orders on where they best use would be.

Slavijan Sea

As the Polish plane soured over the soviet fleet, the sky became filled with lead as the ships tried to shoot down the plane. Two anti-air missiles were fired from the aircraft carrier at the plane as well.

[Interstellar America]

USS - Enterprise
Enterprise-class Aircraft Carrier - CVN - 65
Republic of Kuoming - Slavijan Asia

A single little bastion of liberty shined out against the glaring scarlet of the east Asian-esque area of the region. A ridiculously tiny republic curbed to a smattering of islands and islets in the East China Sea. Kuoming; was by rights the heir-proper to the Chinese Empire, initially a nationalistic dictatorship it opposed the forming People's Republic right until the PLA pushed them from the mainland in 1949. They maintained that they were indeed China's heirs and America supported that claim; to an extent as they walked a very very fine gray line between the two Chinese Dragons. Kuoming was kept independent by a paranoid army, navy and airforce; not to mention the full US Battlefleet that was always stationed there.

The Enterprise was not the standard carrier assigned to the republic though; she was on alternating tours with the rest of the fleet as America upgraded vessels, decommissioned others and went about the standard that was the less-painful side of warfare; logistics and economics. In retrospect though' she was the most decorated and venerated vessel in the navy; when it came to respect, or simple god to honest fear-factor; she was the piece de la resistance of them all. Nations heard her name and they started looking towards their shores with decided paranoia in their eyes.

Slavijia had never had a reason for that fear in their eyes; excluding the defunct Russian Union State. They never had to worry about the 'evils of America' like third-world hellholes sobbed like children over. Well, with a tone of sadness that was about to decidedly change. The Sino-American Defensive Treaty was one of those things that pissed Kuoming off; and put America in a military bind. The treatise was drawn up that if one of the two nations went to war; collectively speaking the other did as well. Where America's saving grace in this was; the commitment issue never came up and they could send as much; or as little, as they liked.

Mind you they weren't particularly kind of Slavija what with it's national socialist-level "I am superior because of my blood" attitude and more Soviet-states than you could shake a stick at; but they really weren't ambling for a fight against backwards nations again. Honestly; Azahdi had been enough back in 1990.

So with all of that in mind, Enterprise and her escorting contingent set off from Kuoming to supply the Sino-Polish Coalition with proper aerial support...

[New Federation China]

Poland
Chinese Forward Command

General Zhou stood bent over a table; maps of Chernobyl spread out before him as his lesser officers stood around in a circle; each man contemplating the next movement of the People's Liberation Army. Whilst Poland and Kleomentia struck at the worst possible targets imaginable; cities; China was more subtle. There was no need to take impromptu-fortresses when they could simply alienate them from one another, utterly cutting them off by conquering the countryside. Of course there was a notable problem with this stratagem, it required something that Zhou currently didn't have, and wanted.

Aerial Superiority; while he had no doubt that the People's Liberation Army Air Force could brush aside anything Chernobyl had to put in the air; the air marshals were not yet moving; and this created logistical quandaries; no force was perfect when it came to such organization, discounting the Roman Empire which had started and perfected it all before most civilizations were even out of mud-huts; excluding Asia of course, China was superior even when Rome did not exist.

"Inform the Air Force that if I do not receive my desired aerial support I am going to have them all courtmarshalled for insubordination. It is as though they do not desire our glorious victory." Zhou ordered simplisitcally; he did not have to yell normally. "Also, direct the artillery divisions to commence shelling operations in support of the Polish advancing columns."

As men ran off Zhou frowned, looking out from his command center over the Polish countryside; his own impromptu-fortress was almost complete now; the steadily working engineers being good as it as they were. "The Sun is setting." He mused quietly; it was heavy in the skies at this point. "Night will see the birth of more stubborn resistance; I estimate, though it is hard to tell with these ones."

[Polska rzczpolspolita]

Piotrgorod:
As the secondary column double-surrounded the encirclement, the poles who had taken the city center pushed outward, pressing the original chernoblaskayans against the waiting gunners of the super-heavy tanks that were, for the most part, anihilating the outer column with their heavy cannons.
However, the charge that was supposed to anihilate the enemy only went so far. Eventually the charge lost it's steam and it's men, and they took their positions maybe a block or two forward. The medics finished counting the poor sould; nearly 100 men lost. These russians were a stubborn lot.
The fighting went on through the night; to the next day and on for a week¹; every day, another charge would be mounted, pushing another block, maybe two, or when lucky, 3, out. It helped when the Chinese artillery, allowed a shock and awe strike, but for the most part. it was gridlock.
Somorowicz kept a tally of days in his log: Each day a number: Jeden, Dwa, Trzy, Cztery, Pięć, Szesc, Siedem, and then it became weeks and days. Tydzien Dwa, Dzien trzy, dzien cztery. And each day he would mark close friends or underlings who had perished. And on Week threem day two, it was his turn.
""Przez góry, ludzie!" the Captain commanded. The men cattapulted over their barricade, guns blaring. Many men joined them, but few made it to cover. Czeslaw, however did. He opened a quick burst and dashed between cover, taking a forward position.
Then a 'green' private dashed out, firing quickly, tripping. The russians seized the oppurtunity.
Rushing, he shoved the private out of the way, recieving a burst of rounds. These pierced his Ironmale. He fell, barely breathing...the world was starting to fade....but he forced himself to cling to life. "Na boga..." he managed, fumbling to cover for his final moments. He fumbled with his pocket, pulling out a wallet. There were two pictures-one of his newly wed wife, Jadwiga...they had been together for a time before he joined up, but they had married when he went off to fight. He could go to God with the satisfaction of having loved.
The second was of his new son- Karol. He would never see his father. "Boże, czuwaj nad moim synem podczas mojej nieobecności ... proszę," he prayed. Now, he reconciled himself: He had buried as many hatchets as he could before this happened, and he was happy with the mark he left. Now, Morzana called him. On his dying words he prays, "Powiedz świata Piotrgorod¹."

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1. I was dragging out the battle for it to be a bit more realistic.
2. Haha, Iron Maiden reference. One line of their song, 'Paschendale,' is 'On his final words he prays, tell the world of Paschendale.' Czeslaw's last word's translate to 'Tell the world of Piotrgorod.'

[Chernobyl-Pripyat]

The first week of the Sino-Polish offensive created several front lines in eastern Chernobyl. Forward airfields had to be created as larger ones in the west had been damaged - sometimes deliberately. As a result ground support aircraft had to fly from further away lengthening response time. An undecided airwar was taking place as the Chernobylskayan VVS engaged PLA aircraft with mixed success. Ground targets such as artillery positions were also subject to attack during one particular sortie near Petrograd as they attempted to isolate the Lechian forces who had advanced ahead of their PLA counterparts to capture cities - something they were not quite up to the task and had found themselves bogged down and nearly encircled, battling both the city defenders and a Motor Rifle division that was to break through and relieve the forces within Petrograd. It was not as simple as planned however, as they were fighting PLA and other Lechian units west of them.

The southern city of Zemlya did a similar passive defense line followed by a coordinated assault on the Lechian flanks by motor-rifle, DShB and MVD troops backed up by armor and Su-25T strike planes. While able to keep them out of city proper, they were losing ground daily as some air elements had been shot down and other locations needing fire support. The northern advances were able to travel deeper into Chernobyl without much stiff resistance, but mines were frequent and assaults on rear areas by paramilitaries and spetsnaz were common. The port city of Vetka, historically designed as a fortress against naval assault had been reinforced with an extra 2 divisions to guard its west and south.

The assault on Niljka was rather short - when they moved on the town after picking off a few guards there were a few periodical exchanges of small arms fire from both sides, a surprise attack by Cherbylskayan armor, a counter barrage from Kleomentian field guns which destroyed many buildings and killed a number of the defenders. Sniper fire from within the town kept them at bay for several hours until night fall, when it was decided to peel away under cover of darkness into the woods behind them. the T-80UM tank had been exhausted of ammunition and fuel, and was subsequently destroyed with semtex to prevent capture. By 4am the last of them began to peel out in move-shoot maneuvers.

[Greater United Russia]

(As I now consider the events of this non-canon from my perspective alone...I leave you with a final parting gift, of sorts.)

Vladivostok - Russia
One Week into Combative Measures
3:30 AM China Standard Time

A week of silence had come over Russia; the traitors had yet again sold out their peoples to a foreign enemy, ironically the same enemy. They'd sold out Kyivan Rus, they threw down the gates of Novgorod to the Golden Horde in fear so as to protect Muscovy, to defend themselves with bribery and cowardice. They wouldn't suffer another Red Square; the Mongols would not break down the Kremlin gates a second time. Russia would not wait it's turn at the hammer and anvil of the Han Empire whose flag had changed but hearts remained the same, they would never be puppet unto another again.

The Army, the Navy, the Airforce; these elements so needed for defense, for offense even had been prepared long before to escort the Chinese through the nation; to assist them in setting up the lines of supply that kept the Scarlet Dragon moving, the Dragon which would find it's fangs considerably dulled against the Russian Eagle. President Yulianov gave the orders early in the morning, the commanders of the Russian Eastern Fleet recieved them and they didn't even bother moving from port; China was right there across the peninsula; well within range of every missile that the Russian fleet used.

The massive Kirov-class battlecruisers that were so similar to the ones used by the Han opened fire in one collective motion; hundreds of ground assault missiles shot away from the fleet bound for refineries, plants, oil wells, hospitals, schools; anything and everything that was usable by the Chinese people to supply their never ending armies, because even the largest army on Earth did not move if it's troops had no petrol or were hungry.

The missive from Moscow to Shengjing was not one of words and letters; it was the screech of air-to-air missiles from MiG-29 and T-50 aircraft shooting down Chinese planes when they could; the sound of artillery consuming Russia's own land; the roar of T-72B and T-90 battle tanks moving across the endless steppes along with throngs of Russian infantry supported from all sides. Russia would not watch for a second time as the successors to the Huns and the Mongols poured over their peoples, they would not abide such audacity again and their answer came at the point of a bayonet, as it always had.

The Dragon should have known better; the Eagle was a creature of prey as well as it was.

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Russian Press Release

"People of the Russian Federation!" Dmitri Yulianov; President of Russia and Perpetual Dictator of the Federation until they decided otherwise spoke loudly. His voice carried by television, radio and direct line to Shengijing itself. "We will not sit silently and allow this to occur a second time! They will not enjoy the same placated silence from the Russians now as the Mongols did in the middle ages! We will not be bought! We will not be silenced!"

"China; sleep lightly if you so dare, you have brought war and strife unto little Russians and Slavs every where; I will not allow this, Russia will not allow this! Consider this your declaration of war! Russia stands with her brothers and sisters unto the embittered end, allow us to introduce to Total War once more!"

[Polska rzczpolspolita]

-Deleted-

[New Federation China]

Shengjing - The People's Republic of China

Fire danced around the roads and infascture of the formerly beautiful city. Tall skyscrapers and low lying buildings alike laid waste by the bombardment from Vladivostok. The ancient President-General stood amdist it all; fire in her ancient eyes of unbridled unadulterated rage and hatred. "Filthy Slavic Swine! Never trust a Russian! Commence the counter-assault; reestablish lines to the front if you must drive through the Russians to do so! Destroy them in their own fields! Their beloved General Winter is not here to save them yet; eradicate them before their shield arrives! Sink their ships, destroy their towns! If they so wish to utilize such measures against us; have no mercy, show no quarter; men women and children all are fair game, let the end of the Russian people begin; if they want total war, we will show them total war!" The diminutive woman's voice was powerful if not old; it carried a lethal bite and the most experienced generals in the PRC scrambled to give her orders even as emergency crews responded to the chaos in the streets and people ran for their lives. "We've no shortage of men after this, no lack of volunteers to forward the glorious revolution. Russia has signed her own death certificate."

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Siberia - Russia

The People's Liberation Army, whatever the plans of the President-General was in a dire straight within Russia itself. The logistical corps were scattered and divided cutting much needed supplies to the Polish front; the PLA would soon find itself grinding to a halt there without their reorganization; Russian troops bore down on them from every possible angle, from the skies above to the lands below as enemy armor clashed with the older Type 69 main battle tank; which while venerated as it was proved to be inadequate against the Russian T-90 and T-72s for the most part.

What battles there were they were pitiful and short, Russian infantry overrunning supply bases unchallenged except for the occasional assault rifle fire. Forward bases of the PLAAF fared little better, the MiG-carbon copy Ju-series aircraft clashing again and again with the Russian airforce, the MiG-29s swifter and better handled than their contemporary counterparts; not to say that China gave the air without a fight, for every fighter they lost they did countermand with a Russian removed from the skies. All the same that barely helped once you considered the Russians succeeded in tearing air strips to hell, preventing landings for further sorties and rearmings, many of the planes being ejected from before they ran out of fuel, becoming falling bombs into the countryside below.

What columns of armies were moving into Poland turned and fought to defend their lines, infantry clashing with the Russians as their armor moved to countermand the snowmen; SPF-guns setting up to fire on advancing formations; admirable as this grand effort was it was less organized as it was scattered horde and the actual level of resistance was nearly pitifully low.

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Poland - Chinese Forward Command

General Zhou wore an ever present frown on his face over the last week, the Chernobylskyans were a stubborn lot; under the combined might of three nations he'd expected them to crumble within the opening hours, instead all they'd done was entrench and hold on for dear life for what was theirs. He'd introduced propaganda to the civilians; artillery bombarded the hell out of known military strong-points and it was all for no effect now. The missive from Shengjing sat in his hands and his frown turned into a scowl.

"Never trust a Russian." He muttered to himself as he looked out from his base back towards the Russian border, the early morning had given way to day but it was still early enough one could see the fires from where Han positions were being consumed by Russian assaults. "We do what we can here." He said unto his command staff who were looking around expectantly. "See if we can't manage to leech some manner of supply from the Polish; they're depending on our artillery support so I think they can spare some petroleum for the guns and armor keeping them supported." Zhou paused as he stared towards the Russian border once. "Increase garrison force along the Russian side of the base; set up defensive positions against the hardest assaults known to man and equip all troopers with NBC combat gear immediately. The Russians aren't known for their honor in warfare..."

While Zhou was only one of many officers along the now multi-front war, he was currently the only one within the area of hostilities with the most authority; as the most highly ranked man in Russia right now was probably a Lieutenant staring down Ruskie foottroops.

"Oh, and dig in!"

[Sieen]

RSS - James Patterson
Slavjia

"I'm paranoid now." Sergey Sokoll, Admiral of the Saracen fleet looked out from the bridge of his ship with sharp black eyes; they were bitter things that had seen too much violence and almost cracked. "This was too easy; far far too easy." Unlike the Admirals of the Russo-Spanish Imperial Navy, Sokoll had access to the newest of technologies and he'd seen that besides the allied American and Chinese fleets they were given a ridiculously wide unopposed birthe.

"We're not too far now; and apparently Russia has gone completely fucking mental." Firdaus Abdullah; General of the Red Army forces in the fleet muttered softly as he overlooked various tactical sea-maps. "How do you intend to do this?" The General questioned as he looked up to view the distant if not close Shoferican coast line. "Island nations aren't to be fucked with at the sea; I was under the impression of."

"Bah, For a thousand years we were the uncontested naval overlords of our region; regardless of the flag that skill remains, and unlike our imperial counterparts we've actually got modern weapons. Shoferica can be a moldy island all it desires; we're going to obliterate it any way."

"Beware your pride; Admiral." The General warned softly as Sokoll ordered his vessels into formation. "Take us to point ahead of the missile cruisers!" Abdullah shook his head at that; somethings just never changed...

"General Quarters, General Quarters; all hands to your battle stations!" Klaxons whined across the fleet in protest as some of the most skilled mariners in the history of man took to their stations. "Now there's no reason to go undiplomatically about this of course." The Admiral returned to the table monotonously causing the General to quirk a brow. "What?"

"Dispatch a message to the Shoferican Government of course, if they surrender peaceably there need be no blood spilled; Peace before war, of course. The Revolution spreads a hell of a lot easier when someone is still alive to tell of it's teachings."

"True enough."

Code: Select all

TO: The Government of Ilya Murometz
Concerning: Diplomatic Ends
Encryption: 9

Greetings from the Republic of Sieen; Vanguard of the Neo-Bolshevist Neo-Pattersonist Revolution. As you've no doubt been informed your nation is one on a long list of targets by the Revolution; China invades the false Leninist-Marxists on mainland Slavija and Russia has gone insane attempting to stop them; they will fail of course, the Revolution cannot be paused. I offer you a chance to save yourselves; surrender before any weapon is deployed and be the savior of millions of people; or be stubborn and become known as the one who ended a million million lives. You've one hour to make this decision.

Admiral Sergey Sokoll of the Pattersonist Republic of Sieen

[Shofercia]

Secret Bunker in Shofercia: Location - Classified

In the eyes of the outsiders, it could have just been a meeting of friends, all of whom "graduated" from special forces training. But no eyes of outsiders would be allowed here. For all intents and purposes only 100 people knew of this bunker's existence, and they were all fanatically loyal to the Constitutional Monarchy of Shofercia. And even they didn't know where exactly the bunker was located, as they were transferred to the bunker in a small pod, racing at high speeds. The power was cut part of the way, and the pod moved only on inertia. The bunker was deep underground, unseen to even the toughest satellites. A single transfer cable ran inside the bunker, and it could only receive. The back up lamps were battery powered, but in times of war, candles were used. Inside this bunker, the group of friends was meeting.

Among the group was General Caitlin Damage of the Shofercian Air Force. Col, Vyacheslav Eaglov of the Shofercian Special Forces, and numerous other elite members of the SSF, including King Ilya Murometz. All military. All had special forces training. All saw live combat. All had at least one kill.

The King gave a sigh of relief after reading Sieen's telegram. Shofercia was being attacked directly. It was always easier to counterattack, than to attack. On the round table in the room lay a giant map, labeled Operation Kutuzov. The Shofercian Satellites were tracking the two fleets that invaded Slavija, and sending the coordinates to all military bases within Shofercia. From one of these bases, the bunker's cable was connected. But which one? Not even the people in charge of the bases knew that. Of course the Shofercian Navy could've harassed them, but why attack, when you can counterattack?

The King took a last look at the map. He looked around the room. The faces were all nodding in agreement.

"I ask one last time. Once we strike, we strike. There will be no turning back. There will be casualties. On both sides. Larger than we've ever seen before. Is everyone on board with this?"

The group of friends nodded in agreement. The King sighed with relief. His face suddenly became stern. This was no longer a Round Table Room of Advice. He was in charge, and everyone was to carry out his orders.

"Col. Eaglov, take the pod, and launch Operation Kutuzov. Consult with the Generals on the specifics. Their navy is attacking us from the East. We're going to win this war - FO SHO!"


Antananarivo Airbase:

"Whoah shit. Actual combat orders! Alright soldiers! To your Aircraft! Remember to follow specifically assigned orders. Do NOT venture out of the corridors assigned to you during training for any reason! This is just like training. Stay focused. We are all that stands between the evil invaders and the defense of our skies! This is what we live for! Let's rock and role - FO SHO!"

"URAAAAAAAAAAA!"

And the men ran to their modified Grach bombers and modified MiG fighters. Once the signal would be given, they were going to be airborne.


Gotland Class Submarine, hidden amongst the rocks on the sea floor:

"No order to engage yet? Why are we letting two fleets simply roam free through Slavija?!" fumed one of them.
"Calm down! We will attack when we have the order to attack. For now we don't have the order. We aren't even allowed to use power, until the order comes. So just relax and stay put. You don't think that you're the only one who can solve all of Shofercia's problems, do you?"
"I want action!"
"Patience will lead to victory. A hotheaded attack will lead to nowhere. If the military lets the enemy roam our waters, I'm sure they have a damn good reason."
"Yeah, well I demand action!"
"Take a deep breath. Sit down. Good. Now, take this water and have a sip. Goodnight. I can't have agitated men on my submarine, while we're on duty" stated the Captain coolly, as the seaman fell to the floor, and entered the realm of dreams. "He'll wake up in an hour or two" stated the Captain. "Return to your posts!"
"Aye Captain!"


Iskander Missile Battery: Location - Classified

Col. Ivanov was calm. He had to be. He remember his first encounter, as a shy sergeant, being ordered to charged. His leader showed true courage. Now he was the leader. He would not let his men down. He would his superiors down. The Iskanders were ready to fire. All that was needed, was a command. Ivanov stood at the command post, overseeing the missile batteries. He knew of the two fleets that entered Slavija. He knew that one of the fleets was approaching Shofercia. He felt the winds of battle. Col. Ivanov decided to do what he didn't normally do; to give a speech:

"Men and women of the Shofercian Missile Forces - you are here because you are the best at what you do. We are in it to win it, and that's why we rely on the best - on you! You should not doubt yourselves - for you have been well trained. Every drill that we've done, every move that we've made, all comes down to this moment, and I KNOW THAT YOU WILL NOT LET ME DOWN, BECAUSE YOU CANNOT LET ME DOWN, BECAUSE WE ARE THE BEST! WE ARE GOING TO WIN, FO SHO!"

"URAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!"


Toamasina City, Coast of Shofercia:

The Shofercian Special Forces Sniping Units began dispersing themselves one kilometer from the coastline, for their nefarious purpose. The purpose was naturally classified. The coastline's visible defenses were few, manned by silhouettes. There were sounds of dogs barking, birds chirping and people talking, but no civilians were visible.


Secret Underwater Research Facility: Location - Classified

The psyker felt at peace. He devised a devious method of mind control of even the boldest of minds. He called it, the Hieronymus Bosch Method. He didn't live in the research facility because he was secluded - he was here because he wanted to be. The facility was built for him. Here he taught courses in mind control - the painful way. Here the best special forces trained to resist mind tricks, to ignore them, to become immune long enough to fire that decisive shot. He had a student, a favorite - whom he called Hope. Her mind was too disorganized, and she was rather young, but if she could be taught discipline of the mind, and set on the right path, he could finally claim for repaying the King, who saved his life, when he was a boy. Now he was a teenager, and an extraordinary one at that.

"Wake up" he thought, conjuring up a picture of Hope in his mind.
"What's up?" she responded, eager to learn something new.
"Come to the training room, now."
Hope complied. The training sessions were painful, but without pain, there was no gain. Besides, her curiosity simply got the best of her. Although she was a careful and wise child - she would only show her curiosity to someone she trusted.
"Welcome Hope" he thought.
"What's up?"
His fingers flicked, and a map of Slavija appeared.
"We have two invasion fleets. If one of them uses magic, we intervene. Otherwise we stay unnoticed".
"Well let's discuss strategies then" she responded with thought.

TO: Admiral Sergey Sokoll of the Pattersonist Republic of Sieen
Concerning: Your Invasion
Encryption: 9

Greetings from the Constitutional Monarchy of Shofercia. It is an honor for us to be included on yet another hit list. If you are to tour our nation peacefully - you'd find that everyone here gets free education, and the people chose to be an Inoffensive Centrist Democracy, instead of super-Commies or super-Capitalists. If you invade us, you might consider placing your revolution on hold. We will fight back without mercy. As for millions of casualties, meh, the World's overpopulated as it is. If you want us - come and get us. But we would rather die on our feet, than live on our knees.

The People of the Constitutional Monarchy of Shofercia

Just as the telegram was sent off to Admiral Sergey Sokoll, Col. Eaglov's pod exited the mountain, and landed right in front of the SSF secondary headquarter. Col. Vyacheslav Eaglov stood up, just as the Raptor pilots were entering their planes.

"Launch Operation Kutuzov!"

[Kleomentia]

Kleomentia, Vukograd, Secret Underground Meeting Hall

"You have all been informed that Russia is now at war with China. This gives us more difficulties in the conquest against Chernobyl. So, we shall have to roll in our special forces. Also we shall probably use the GR-17 Cannon."

"But your Majesty, with all respect, we haven't used it in ages. And we all now what a mess it will be in the international community. Precise only the Holy Czar knows the codes to the cannon and he is on the summit and we do not know if he will approve."

I guess you are right, but else can we do? Let millions of out troops die? Let another giant war come to Kleomentia and risk the lives of our citizens? No i shall not go down to history as the King who indirectly killed his own peoples."

"Your Majesty if i may suggest, maybe we should just send our special forces along with the armies and see how it comes out. Also i would propose of giving our navy a chance to action. If it goes bad surely the Holy Czar will be back by than and he shall decide what we will do. Your Majesty, i know this is a lot of pressure to you but please, i have been serving your father since he got to rule. Would i give you a bad advice?"

"Hmmm, i guess you are right. I shall listen to you. But if it goes wrong then i activate the cannon."

"Yes your Majesty, as you wish."

The government sent teams of special marines to Chernobyl for special missions along with a big fleet of giant cruise battleships, destroyer battleships and other parts of the Kleomentian navy. The fleet is currently at the coast of Pripjobyl nearing for Chernobyl's coast. The fleet has the weapons needed to bombard the Chernobyl coast and will hold fire until the King gives the orders.

[Chernobyl-Pripyat]

Petrograd

"Sokol, Sokol this is 9th you missed us by 200 meters, we've got hostiles on 3 sides, need a cleared path to fall back on to 3rds position, do you copy!?" Kapitan Makarov of the Interior Ministry forces in Petrograd shouted over a radio to the Mi-24 pilots who circled the city firing rockets at random Lechian positions. Twice they had bugged out of the area from heavy ground fire and the threat of PLA air support which had been in and out of the area - the Motor-Rifle forces had taken some hits before Chernobylskayan aircraft were within range to engage them. The motor rifles despite their initial successes reverted to supporting the MVD troops battling within the city who with heavy casualties held their ground. City Center had changed hands a few times - not a vital position, but the Lechians saw it as a political center. The MVD had taken the building again, sweeping it room by room before reintegrating it into their defense line. Little armor could enter the square due to rubble and burned out armor clogging the streets from the initial attack on the city. Their T-90A tanks were limited to defensive sectors - it was not yet ordered to make any substantial assaults on enemy positions.

"Copy 9th, we'll try to make another pass. Request armor support, copy?"

"Negative Sokol, streets are too contested for a column to break us out of here. We need ammunition drop and evacuation of casualties, there are not many of us left, over."

9th this is KOMBAT, I cannot offer you any alternatives, fall back on 3rd positions before night fall, they have a heavily fortified sector that is MEDEVAC capable. Can you ferry casualties with any available vehicles?

He had a handful of BTR-82A that were busy engaging enemy. Civilian trucks were an option, but were unarmored and risky to move through the streets. Their T-72B loitered as they replenished ammunition supply; urban warfare setting, so fewer shells were carried, stowage containers on turret empty as are the external fuel tanks on the right side.

"We've got a few trucks, our armor is keeping the enemy at bay right now. We can slowly begin to peel back, but we need some air cover."

"I'll have them prioritize it, KOMBAT out."

He gave the piece back to one of his men, then returned to the firing line that was the 3rd floor of a burning hospital. The Lechians were desperate for medical supplies at the front because of the difficulty in getting resupply with overlapping lines - raids on flanks were common for both sides. They'd fended off a couple of assaults that varied on length and intensity, they seemed to end quick when tanks would arrive and attack them from the sides.

"Get the tanks to cover us, we're going to fall back on 3rds position. We can take the hospital once we've been reinforced, along with clearing the blocks surrounding it." he said to those near by, including one of the tank commanders who was bandaging a head wound from a ricochet splinter.

North Chernarus region

Your objective is to seize control of the heights around Krasnostav. other units are to seize tactical positions further east, including the old castle ruins which will be the command post. PLA leaflets have worked in this area, and ethnic Chernarussian militias are forming to aid the PLA. Destruction of these militias is an objective that will be completed as soon as possible. Ground Forces will back you up once you have taken proper positions to stall PLA and Lechian advance. On request we will send strike elements to dispose of hard targets.

Landing regiments from the 106th Guards Red Banner Veblensk VDV prepared themselves for combat after being dropped in fields somewhat near their designated targets. It was getting dark, but visibility was good for a while yet. Each desantnik had a night fighting sight on his AK, and goggles in his pack to use when needed. flash suppressors attached, while doing little for sound would keep them from blinding themselves and compromising their positions in the dark. supporting BMD family provided them speedy transport and good fire support against light infantry - they were expecting to fight militias before the PLA arrives, who were expected within 30-48 hours.

[Kleomentia]

Petrograd
35th Airborne Division

Kleomentian military transport planes were above Petrograd. Private Milan Stojanov was in a plane. Under the fleet there was a fierce battle between Lechian and Chernobyl troops. From above it looked like ants charging into one another. Shooting each other and trying not to die. It looked like real hell. Milan was waiting for the bell to ring and for the doors to open so they can jump down to help the Lechian's. In his hands he was firmly holding his L4 ready to kill any Chernobyl soldier he had to. He was on countless missions before so this was nothing new to him nor his division. He has taken another mans life countless times, and now it was just another day to him. He was not afraid, but rather felt a strange feeling of eagerness. Eagerness to jump of the plane and do help the Lechian allies. He had a friend in the Lechian army that was fighting below them. He was his old friend from childhood. Jovan Semwcyk was born in Kleomentia, he is Lechian but because of the work his parents did back then his mother gave birth to him in Kleomentia, the city Centrovac. Milan was also from Centrovac. They went to elementary school together. Later, when Jovan got back to Lechia they stayed in touch and visited one another a lot of times. They were almost best friends you could say. Milan did not know if Jovan was still alive but he wanted to jump down there and find him.

Finally the bell ringed and the doors opened. Hundreds of Kleomentian airborne soldiers jumped out of the planes. Milan was falling very fast, when he was near the ground he opened his parachute and landed gently on the ground. He pulled his L4 from his backpack and looked around himself. He and his team(14 man all together) where east of the battle field. Captain Miloš was leading Milans team and shouted in the radio:"Alright men, lets move it. We got to get to the 'Red Zone'(code name for the battlefield) before the Lechian's fall back. Most of the airborne teams were already at the 'Red Zone' but there was still a lot of them were mostly in positions like Milan's team. Milan and his team were running to the 'Read Zone' but they encountered a Chernobyl tank along with 2 Chernobyl teams that were guarding that point.

It was hard to defeat the enemy but after a lot of effort they did. They kept running to the 'Read Zone' until they finally got there. It was pure hell, much worse than when they looked from above. Milan took cover behind a small almost destroyed wall that was big enough to cover him while he was crouching. He took his L4 and fired at the Chernobyl soldiers. While his bullets were heating a few of the enemy soldiers blood was bursting out of their bodies. Milan had no feelings for them, they were just another target for him. Suddenly while he was shooting at enemy troops a sniper hit his left shoulder, luckily it didn't hit it good, rather just scratched him. Although the scratch was very big and deep. He made a yell of pain, it was very loud and long. He took a piece of gauze from one of his pockets and writhes his wound. He crouched some more to reload and kept firing.

[Rzeczypospolitej Polskiej (Ancient)]

Tag to access this. I'll replace it with an actual post.

[Polska rzczpolspolita]

The 'Safehouse' Bunker-

Mount Weltdach, the Monastic State of Prussia

"Gentlemen, we've quite a predicament on our hands," President Kowalczyk said. Around him sat the Ruling Council, his Ministers, the Generalissimus, and the Grand Master of Prussia all sat around him. "Wunderbar observation, Herr Prasident," the Grand Master said. "Cisza!" the President commanded. This was not the time for conversation. The Grand Master sat back in his chair. "As you know, Russia has turned on us," he began. The others muttered things such as 'To zaskakujące' or 'Nigdy nie ufaj rosyjski.' "Yes, I know. None of us are surprised. And as such, we have a contingency plan. Grand Master, could we ask to 'borrow' a squad of Teutons?" the President asked. The Grand master nodded. "My men are your men, Herr Prasident." "Good. We'll need them. Men, we're sending in a Stealth team to Russia. Our plan: to capture the President of Russia and hold him for...a ransom of sorts. We'll exchange him for peace. Pokój dla życia," he finished. The rest nodded. "How do you plan getting the squad in there?" The generalissimus asked. "Simple. We'll fly them in, lying low to avoid Radar, and parachute them a small ways into Russia. They'll have to hitchike the rest, though," was the President answered. "Hmm...plausible, but a bit out there. Are you sure this will go as planned, Pan Prezydenta?" he asked once more. "To musi," was Kowalczyk's answer.

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Petrograd
Private Maurycy Nowak had joined the army the week he turned 18, hoping to find honour and glory in what were being called either the Smok Wojny- the Dragon Wars or the 'Wielkie Slowienski Wojny- The Great Slavic Wars. The second was more prominent. But he had found nothing. Heroes were few and far between and honor would wait until he returned. For now, he would work to earn a nice paycheck when he returned home and some vet benefits. cou
The Chernoblaskayans were beginning to hit a bombed out hospital, pushing forward to it. Obviously it was an important site- a hospital was most likely filled with supplies and the whatnot. The poles did not need the supplies, but the chernoblaskayans did. And therefore, nobody could have them. They focused the majority artillery fire on the position- or what they could. Artillery was pretty stretched out.

[Chernobyl-Pripyat]

The soldiers near the block post took cover as some of their friends had been cut down or wounded. One of them with an SVU-A had quickly returned a shot grazing a man, but took cover as bullets cracked against the concrete barrier and snapped overhead. While some focused on pulling the wounded to cover others had began suppression fire on the enemy. The NCO began reporting hostiles in his sector - they were covering one of the roads used by support vehicles from attack. The tank rotated its turret towards their direction and began firing long sweeping bursts of machine gun fire as it loaded a HE-Frag shell, though holding fire of the main gun due to the range the target was. Once the soldiers gathered their bearings the uncontrolled suppression fire turned into aimed shots and short bursts. The sniper had kept low, relocating along the embankment and took aim at an exposed enemy firing a shot center mass as the rest of his squad exchanged fire with the Chernobylskayans on the road. Radio calls for gunship support to drive off the enemy were largely ignored, or response delayed since they were needed in locations where fighting was heavy. Some nearby OMON troops were to reinforce them, numbering about 60 with supporting BTR-82 and a few uparmored trucks that contained support weapons and ammunition supplies. They sped in between a firefight crushing an abandoned Lechian soldier who laid in the road, ignoring the bullets that ricocheted off the sides of their armor, the commander cursing at the Army soldiers who continued to fire even as they drove past them. OMON soldiers were being used to fill the gaps in the lines, and to clear sectors of remaining enemy troops. While they were better trained for urban conflict, they were not as well armed or supplied as regular forces, and took heavier casualties during operations.

Near the hospital following 9ths regrouping with 3rd, they were backed up by remnants of broken OMON formations and began to advance block by block. Destroyed tanks from both sides filled open areas - cleared of trees and light structures by shells that seemed endless from their own artillery. It seemed however if they were just firing into the city at random. As they entered the boulevard near the hospital a sniper team took position in a heavily damaged housing block. They'd grown sick of the things as there was no definitive way to differentiate them each other without knowing the name of the building or address. They were aware of enemy artillery being focused on the hospital and hung back until it began to lessen in frequency - then slowly advancing in move-shoot formations. Groups of 10 would zig-zag to cover, while others watched for enemy and covered thier own rear. The tanks and light armor participating in the assault covered buildings ahead they believed would be potential shooting positions, while one tank moved with the infantry, clearing debris that made travel on foot difficult.