Pakxe Pact-Aeuria Conflict Zone, Borneo
A massive Aeurian bomber smashed into the ground right next to a Pact deployment, the huge explosion launching several soldiers into the air. One landed on top of an Aeurian vehicle, the body falling as the vehicles moved forward. Barbed wire was now torn up and scrambled across the battlefield, with corpses being burnt by incendiary weapons.
In a well defended tent not very far from the fighting, a Pact Major activated encrypted online communications with General Trâ Tông. The fire of bullets and rockets could be heard even kilometres away from the battle itself, with Aeurian and Pact forces desperately struggling for control of the island. The Major began to speak, but realised he could barely be heard and so began to yell.
"General, sir. They've initiated a massive attack. Scouts report Mascargoans in the mix, but it's-" the sound of another crashing bomber filled the area, this time of Pact origin. It smashed right into an Aeurian tank, the wings impaling infantrymen as it fell. "It's hard to tell with all the chaos out here. We need reinforcements to hold this position."
The General sipped his coffee, and then he began to speak, in a firmly commanding yet somewhat friendly tone. "Not to fear, Major. I have deployed additional divisions from Quadrant 3 to your position. Other such groups are on their way to other positions. We are also establishing our little jungle traps for the enemy as we speak. If the Aeurians do start to push through, fall back to Rendezvous Point Alpha. We should be able to delay them in time to finish due diplomatic process."
As the General finished, the Major opened his mouth, but quickly grabbed the device he was using to communicate and raced out of the tent. An incendiary round engulfed the temporary structure, as the Major made his way quickly to a secure bunker nearby. When he had arrived, he panted for a few moments before setting down the device and beginning to speak yet again. "They have long range against us. The minefield should hold them for a wile, but we think they will push through eventually. Their technology is better than ours, only our Viet Dai equipment able to keep up. The Khmer have sent medium choppers, but they are not able to do much yet. Flamethrowers are go-" the Major instinctively ducked as the telltale sound of an Aeurian fighter exploding filled the bunker, before he continued. "The flamethrowers are going well enough, but we cannot keep the enemy at bay forever. Any chance you can initiate Protocol Tau?"
The Major set his cup of caffeinated liquid down. "Negative, Major. We cannot violate the Pakxe Convention. No NCW for us unless the enemy uses it. Cyber-warfare division one is at work right now, and tomorrow we should have access to some high quality arms to further develop from. Major, do not fall back yet. We still have a chance to win this battle."
The Major thought for a moment. "Sir, we-" he paused as another artillery shot smashed into an area nearby." Sir, we have no cover behind us. If we fall back, we must do it carefully, and quickly. They took out most of it and now the jungle is burnt to a crisp. We have set a few basic traps and mines up, but it will be very difficult to lure the enemy towards them. We have managed a few non-detonated missiles to the ground. If they come much closer, we can activate that and surprise them. But apart from that, we can only hold out and hope."
An officer appeared behind the Major, requesting orders. The Major immediately responded. "Commence Protocol Sigma." The officer indeed, before fading into the background, holding what appeared to be a telephone of some mind. As he finished, some piece of Aeurian music that had been playing the whole time was cut off, probably hit by a missile of some kind. Another speaker was activated a little further away, the music of the Pact now louder around the bunker.
The Major turned to face the General again. "Sir, respectfully, I will keep you updated, but I have got to go." General Trâ Tông merely nodded, turning off his own screen before moving to take a sip of coffee, and realising it was empty. He left the screen to refill it. On the other side, the Major went outside to check on the situation. After a few almost blinding flashes, he quickly returned to the bunker. Outside, a field of unexplored ordnance had hit the ground near the Aeurian position, now exploding in a glorious burst of heat and death. Many were incendiary. These secret weapons were slow missiles intended only to explode when remotely detonated, a job they had performed well in testing.
