1870-1920 Era War: A Twist (IC)

[The Traansval]

Allied Central Command

General Parker pulled out his pocket watch counting the seconds, and at 5:00 pm sharp, he spoke

General Parker: It is 5:00, the time limit for the offer is over, give orders, we move out now...

(OOC: Carribean, if that general in the secondary palace accepts the offer of my Agent, then this will be happening after he accepts and surrenders his men)

After the General Spoke, orders were yelled out to the Entente Coalition.

The Boer Expeditiatonary Force and the Aclus Second Army moved out to attack Blackadder.

The Arengin Army, supported by Rannorian Artillery and Two Boer Motorized Armored Squadrons, moved to Los Santos to capture the remaining Elite Troops and commanders there.

Arengin forces, with the support of Boer Mounted and a Motorized Squad, attacked Thames.

Twelve Isles Troops manned the barricades, with about half of the old Aclus force staying.

On the other side of the Carribean, a force of 20,000 Boer Commandos, 10,000 Mildeford Special Troops, and a squad of Motorized Cars sat in wait at the foot of the Jesuit Capital. Boer Artillery companies, using Rannorian Guns, fired up into the Holy Site. Besides the small skirmish, for the most part the two sides simply waited for the other to push.

[The Traansval]

Allied Central Command

The stables of the Former palace had been converted to a Garage for repair of Motorized Cars.

Currently, one Billy, of the Twelve Isles Skirmishers, sat in the Garage with the rest of the crew of the "Kruger". As the men played cards, the Sergeant entered the room.

Sergeant Adams: Pack it up boys, were being attached to a Squadron. Supposed to help the Arengins as they hit Los Santos. So get on, orders are to move immediately.

At the words of the Seargeant, the 4 man crew climbed aboard. The side doors were left off to help ventilate the car, and Billy sat on the backplate as always. A new door has been added on the back by a Quartermaster, so if they got hit Billy could easily slip in side the car.

After a moment, the car roared to like and joined a cluster of 20-25 other cars that were following the Arengin army with their Boer Mounted friends.

A nearby car, a brand new BAC-4 (The only one in the world right now), rode closers. From a side door, popped out a man of The Boer Armored Corp

Lieutenant Carlos: PLEASE TO MEET YOU! I'm Lieutenant Carlos, highest ranking officer of the Boer Armored Corp. Your that Twelve Isles Skirmishers that's been riding around with us Motorized Cowboys huh? Well then lad, Godspeed to you!

The Lieutenant closed his hatch, the BAC-4 had ventilation slits along the sides and the part where the driver saw out of was open.

As the cars passed, the veterans waved and shaked the hands of the operators, while the new recruits from Arengin stared in awe at this metal machine which seemed to move only by the power of magic.

Many lips said the same sentence, the end of this conflict was near...

[Olthenia]

Strawstack Docks
Clairmont Harbor, Kingdom of Morvern
Fair words do not feed the hungry

And so, the men of Transvaal came to the land of the cat clans. Clairmont was a metropolis of trade and commerce, a fact well attested by the forest of masts forever anchored at her docks. Humans and their kin were rare in these parts; but hardly unheard of. They were, after all, humans - as numerous as stars in the midnight sky. All the same, by the time Kruger and his minders had cause to wonder at feline tails, the Transvaals had already garnered their fair share of onlookers. Old paws gaped, children folded their ears back and hid behind their mothers skirts, and a dozen dozen eyes watched - green and eerie. Pink, furless humans in their midst? What a novelty.

The envoy rescued them.

Kyleer Batz was a cat as dapper as a cool drink of water and with fur the color of charred wood. His prim white sash marked him as a servant of the royal court, and as the crowd of gawping felines parted for him he spread his hands in an open-palmed greeting to the men of Transvaal. "Greetings, representative Kruger!" he purred. "In the name of Her Enduring Majesty Aristida Batiffol of Morvern I welcome you to our hallowed shores." If he took notice of the way Kruger stared at his gently sloping tail, he made no light of it. Kyleer Batz, God bless him, was all smiles. The two guards at his back were not. The day overhead was hot and muggy, yet no perspiration could be seen upon even the faces of the two hard calico cat-thugs in dark dress fatigues. In their hands bayoneted bolt-action rifles were held precisely, gold gilding at knife-butt and stock bespeaking their ceremonial nature. Their blades were sharp enough to cut with ease however - and the eyes of their owners were those of fighting cats, not cubs trained to heel.

A manicured hand gestured behind Baatz to where sat a stately carriage of heavy sandalwood, basking in the shade of a dockside crane. "Come! Sit - my carriage awaits. I am certain we have much to discuss."

[Newne Carriebean7]

Jan todo-Inshi Monastery/church
Inferior Holy Bishop Maruis De Napoleon decided to give up on praying and focus on the upcoming battle ahead, he had heard from scouts that an enemy force would be arriving in a few hours, and he had that time devoted to an array of defenses being set up, wooden parapets with slots to fire arrows out of, the small weapons smiths getting to work crafting more heavy modern rifles and older but easier to make blunderbusses and wheel locked muskets the force inside the Monastery were 30,000 strong souls armed with a multitude of weapons, of those, he could count off 3,000 armed spear and arrowed warriors of the juden cross, that left him with 27,000. the morale priests had been shouting words from the four books all day long to rally up and fire up the men for the upcoming battle. animal sacrifices were given to make the men eat more food to fuel them up for the fight that was to happen. traps were set and the city was now under siege, they would not come out and try to hold the Monastery for as long as possible. "How many heavy cannons do we have?"
""Inferior Bishop, we have 56 nine pounder cannons and 70 six pounder light guns all ready for service."
"that is good news to hear, and their ammunition supplies?"
"are one hundred and five cannonballs for each of the light guns and ninety six per heavy gun."
"that is alot of ammunition, and speaking of which, are our soldiers well prepared?"
"the weapon smiths can only make so much, and so each blunderbuss has 12 rounds each, the ones armed with modern weapons have slightly more, at 20 rounds each. they're working their hardest."
"i see,give the order for the women and children to prepare food for the men, bread and water for them, and send out the prisoner brigade."
"you mean those 150 lankly skeletons we have in the dungeon? alright then Inferior bishop."
as the general walked away, Napoleon thought of plans for the prisoner brigade...


Carriebean City
the smaller Imperial Palace
Paul von Oberstein ran his hands through the unnoticeable stubble on his chin for a good minute and then replied.
"I would be willing to surrender myself to yours, and your demands seem resonable, but it will take me a while to organize, and the assault on the entente powers would begin regardless of my decison here today, as the mad bull Bittenfeld won't stop because of some scrap of paper that was signed, he'd rather die with his men than retreat or give up, which I'm afraid you will have to grant the man's wish on the feilds of battle. please take me and I can negotiate with your leadership on the surrender of the nation, as I have the authority, and am also the Head of the Carriebeanian Imperial Military's divisonal 5th volksarmee von elbe river."

Thernarnian Richardian People's Republic
Generals Ukita Hideie, Maeda Toshiie, Uesugi Kagekatsu, and Tokugawa Ieyasu rose up and watched the military officials enter the hut.
" if you do not want to end up like your dead friend here, I suggest you listen to our demands! we want 60,000 Yen, three boats, and a raise in pay that doubles every three years."
"those are different from last time, if you cannot makeup your mind, I suggest you take your business elsewhere,there is a dress shop run by my sister you can use!"
Uesugi giggled before being thrown to the floor from his table, the bottle of sake he was holding impacting his hand with splinters as it broke.

Los Santos
Army gunner Louis Braven lifted up the light cannonball and put it down the barrel of the 12 pounder napoleon cannon they had outside the fort. once that was done, he stuffed some newspaper and hay down the tube as well, before walking to the rear of the gun and sticking a ignition straw rod down a small slot to ensure the gun would fire. once that was done, he walked back inside the fortress, which was a big one, with several small forts outside of it, with walls of guns and soldiers running about inside, the fort could hold over 30,000 occupants inside comfortably, and it's thick stone walls could stand up to bombardment after bombardment,
but not for that long. he didn't really care right now about now, as he needed to rest. entering the small hut of a room, the candle light providing a small sliver of sight in the dark chamber, he stumbled around before finding his bed. sitting in it, he closed his eyes and went to sleep as the shells rained down upon the city.

[Arengin Union]

Outskirts of Los Santos city

About 50,000 Arenginian soldiers and 10,000 horsemen marched in a parallel line towards the city, following behind the Boer mounted vehicles. It was darkening and the sun shined a reddish orange in the sky. The tall grass crushed down by the thousands of soldiers. Advancing closer and closer.

soon enemy bombardment began, however only hitting inaccurately and not very close to the advancing soldiers. Soon Entente artillery began shelling the city's defenses as Entente troops began advancing fater.

Outside Thames

50,000 Arenginian soldiers and the Boer mounted squadrons had taken cover in the surrounding woods on the road to Thames, a Carriebean force was approaching the area. 10,000 cavalry also waited at the other side of the road. They waited for the moment to strike, the Carriebeans looked tired and demoralized. Many struggled to move teh artillery through the thick mud the rain had caused.

Capatain Ulinev was commanding the cavalry at the other side. He raised his sword, and with all his force screamed "CHARGE!" Then began galloping through the field in the Carriebean's direction. The Carriebean's began to take cover on the other side of the road, setting their rifles while turning the artillery, however, they were surprised by bullets coming from the other side of the road, the woods. Carriebean soldiers were being shot left and right, the confusion only made it worse as the cavalry then began slashing teh necks of the confused soldiers. It was a sight that induced petty for the Carriebean army.



Imperial Palace

Oswyn and most of his advisers and members of both councils awaited at the library for the plans of modernization of both industry, life and military. Soon, a group of scientist, engineers, architects, and planners entered the room, some Arenginian others from Traansval. They set their plans on the table right in front of Oswyn, who was quite impressed.

"So gentlemen, what do we have coming for this next years?" He asked rather happy.

"The new bolt action rifles for the army are coming well, also the new machine gun, cannons, and armor for our ships and uniforms are coming along well. Also by next decade my new joint invention with the Traansval will be completed, I'm sure you'll be quite impressed, here are the plans for most of the things." Captain Knark set the plans on the table.






"The building of the wall is coming along nice, as well as the various new border forts." The Architect then handed the blueprints and painting of what it would look like to Oswyn.



"And the modernization of factories and housing is coming nice. Farming should also improve with the new techniques we've introduced." Said the architect.

"Impressive." Answered Oswyn with pleasure.

"Gentlemen, I believe this new decade will be one of greatness." Said Oswyn standing with pride.

[The Traansval]

Strawstack Docks
Clairmont Harbor, Kingdom of Morvern
Fair words do not feed the hungry

And so, the men of Transvaal came to the land of the cat clans. Clairmont was a metropolis of trade and commerce, a fact well attested by the forest of masts forever anchored at her docks. Humans and their kin were rare in these parts; but hardly unheard of. They were, after all, humans - as numerous as stars in the midnight sky. All the same, by the time Kruger and his minders had cause to wonder at feline tails, the Transvaals had already garnered their fair share of onlookers. Old paws gaped, children folded their ears back and hid behind their mothers skirts, and a dozen dozen eyes watched - green and eerie. Pink, furless humans in their midst? What a novelty.

The envoy rescued them.

Kyleer Batz was a cat as dapper as a cool drink of water and with fur the color of charred wood. His prim white sash marked him as a servant of the royal court, and as the crowd of gawping felines parted for him he spread his hands in an open-palmed greeting to the men of Transvaal. "Greetings, representative Kruger!" he purred. "In the name of Her Enduring Majesty Aristida Batiffol of Morvern I welcome you to our hallowed shores." If he took notice of the way Kruger stared at his gently sloping tail, he made no light of it. Kyleer Batz, God bless him, was all smiles. The two guards at his back were not. The day overhead was hot and muggy, yet no perspiration could be seen upon even the faces of the two hard calico cat-thugs in dark dress fatigues. In their hands bayoneted bolt-action rifles were held precisely, gold gilding at knife-butt and stock bespeaking their ceremonial nature. Their blades were sharp enough to cut with ease however - and the eyes of their owners were those of fighting cats, not cubs trained to heel.

A manicured hand gestured behind Baatz to where sat a stately carriage of heavy sandalwood, basking in the shade of a dockside crane. "Come! Sit - my carriage awaits. I am certain we have much to discuss."

(OOC: Kruger isn't here, I sent a representative named Karl)

Representative Karl: First, tell your mercenary thugs there to lower those boom sticks, they might be though but they are pussy cats compared to a trained NAD Agent. And Second: il take my own carriage.

Representative Karl nodded to the head agent, who signaled to the Marines on the ship.

From the ship, roaring to life, a BAP-1 Motorized Armored Personel carrier drove off the boat onto the dock, driving up to the Boer Envoy. The new Double Barreled Agar Machine Gun was pointed up into the sky, a sign of showing non aggression. The two Auxilairy Boer Armored Corp Privates stepped out, Winchester Repeaters pointed down as well as they opened the door for the Envoy.

[The Traansval]

Los Santos

Secondary Imperial Palace

NAD Agent: Oh, well then, a high ranker willing to negotiate a official surrender. Ok, I can arrange to get you into the carribean city, along with any troops you can bring with you. But hurry, as you know by know the Arengins and Boers are attacking this city, and if they push and break through your lines I cannot promise that I can secure you safely...

[The Traansval]

Blackadder

A Boer Force of 120,000 men, split between Commandos, Sharpshooters, Mildeford Special Troops, Mounted Infantey, and Cavalry were here. Led by 2 Motorized Car Squadrons, the column of troops assembled on a hill overlooking the town. Down below, the town of Blackadder was burning, the Jesuits were ruthless against the locals. Any civilians left had flocked to the Boer lines, if they hadn't been shot in the back on the way over.

Pom Pom guns fired short range volleys, with towed howitzers doing a good deal towards the Jesuits who were using old muzzle loaded cannons, and even when they had modernish guns they couldn't aim to hit anything.

The commander of the troops, a Lieutenant General Unra, gave the order for a skirmish force to move forward. Both Armored Squadrons, 30,000 Mildeford Special Troops, and 40,000 Mounted would go forward to attack the Jesuits in Blackadder, while the rest of the forces secretly assembled to attack the nearby Carribean force. The attack on the Carribean Army would begin once the Aclus Commander gave the signal, then the Boers would hit the Carribeaners from the flank while Aclus attacked from behind.

A red flag was raised, the sign of attack, it was now or never for the Jesuit Attack. Motorized Cars roared to life, and the Mounted galloped while the Mildeford Special Troops fixed bayonets and charged with a time honored war cry.

URA!!

[Aclus]

BlackAdder, Aclusian 2nd Army

The troops were awaiting for the small bombardment to be over, and once it finally did, the order of attack was given.

"Fix bayonets!" A officer yelled as he loaded his revolver.

The troops placed their bayonets in place, ready to show no mercy to the religious barbarians. The Aclusian officers then blew the whistle for the attack to commence, the men charged to victory!

[The Traansval]

BlackAdder, Aclusian 2nd Army

The troops were awaiting for the small bombardment to be over, and once it finally did, the order of attack was given.

"Fix bayonets!" A officer yelled as he loaded his revolver.

The troops placed their bayonets in place, ready to show no mercy to the religious barbarians. The Aclusian officers then blew the whistle for the attack to commence, the men charged to victory!

Lieutenant General: Ready the men, I want a update on the readine-

A high peircing whistle broke the air.

Lieutenant a General: That's it! That's the signal! Order everyone to move, tell the Jesuit Assault men to move into Blackadder. The rest of the men will hit the Carribean Line with the Aclusions. NOW!

The Lieutenant General gave his own whistle blow, and 70,000 Boer Troops of the Mounted Infantry and the Mildeford Special Troops charged with the 20 Motorized BAC-2 Cars.

Meanwhile, the rest of the troops with a squad of BAC-2's fixed bayonets and charged with a hearty URA against the Carribean.

This would be the final battle of the war...

[Olthenia]

Strawstack Docks
Clairmont, Kingdom of Morvern
A god from the machine

(OoC: Ah. Damn my inability to read before I write.)

Oh my. “Certainly, Representative. I -” Baatz intoned. And stopped. The appearance of the Traansval’s ‘own carriage’ was probably to blame, for the court cat’s eyes grew wide indeed. Around them, crowds of onlookers gave either delighted yowls or frightened jeers. Even the calicos seemed impressed. That certainly wasn't something they saw every day! Oh, no; the armored monstrosity trundling across the sandpacked slabs of the Stackstraw Docks were one of the few strange internal combustion contraptions to exist in the Morvern - aside from the steam giants that plied her rivers of steel. A luxury even in the capital, they simply weren't made for the narrow alleys and teeming thoroughfares of the feline metropolis, and so were limited to the royal roads and those locations that could be reached from them. “Well then~!” Baatz meowed. “Shall we?”

The rest, as they say, were stories and starshine. And the growl of the Transvaal engine.

In the end, the royal envoy’s carriage proceeded to the House of Wonders; a sprawling redbrick manse whose stucco-clad walls baked in the summer heat. Liveried servants greeted them there, dressed in gowns as white as the purest Morvern sand. They settled them all in quaint garden pavilion where the lush greenery teemed with fragrant flowers and queer, stilted birds as pink as the dawn sky bathed in a nearby pond. It was a surrounding meant to impress visitors with its stately opulence; a statement to the wealth and opulence of the Queen-Dowager. There, on linen cushions draped with silver embroidery, Kyler Baatz bid his guests be seated. His agent-bodyguards, were they so inclined, could sip refreshments in the welcome shade of a nearby stone portico a short stroll away.

“Gentle man,” Kyler purred politely at Representative Karl. “Let us dicker. What deal does Transvaal bring before the Conclave?”

(Would you like to carry out the rest of these negotiations by telegram?)

[Newne Carriebean7]

Jan todo-Inshi Monastery/church
Inferior Holy Bishop Maruis De Napoleon decided to give up on praying and focus on the upcoming battle ahead, he had heard from scouts that an enemy force would be arriving in a few hours, and he had that time devoted to an array of defenses being set up, wooden parapets with slots to fire arrows out of, the small weapons smiths getting to work crafting more heavy modern rifles and older but easier to make blunderbusses and wheel locked muskets the force inside the Monastery were 30,000 strong souls armed with a multitude of weapons, of those, he could count off 3,000 armed spear and arrowed warriors of the juden cross, that left him with 27,000. the morale priests had been shouting words from the four books all day long to rally up and fire up the men for the upcoming battle. animal sacrifices were given to make the men eat more food to fuel them up for the fight that was to happen. traps were set and the city was now under siege, they would not come out and try to hold the Monastery for as long as possible,or that was the plan.
"sir, all men are in position."
"excellent, tell the artillery to stop firing, and save on ammunition, we're going to need every last bullet, is the secondary trench line made?"
"it's 45% complete sir."
"good, keep at it, no matter the weather, understood?"
"Yes sir."

Blackadder
Superior Holy Bishop Cristopher De San Lopez felt the ground shake as the shells flew into the positions, the men had been taking a beating, but they were still fanatical if anything, but fanatics would not strategy replace, and so they were forced to think of some solutions, they decided to send in the Morale Presists as suicide bombers,and send in some children as cannon fodder and possibly ammunition stealing. the men were running low on everything, and canibalism wasn't common. of course the Superior Bishop would not dare to feat on the arm of anyone, as he still had grade a pork trasnsported to him daily. as he bit into the pork, he sighed.
"tell me, how are the defenses outside the town holding?"
" at around 40% oringal strength, many men have been killed or captured by the enemey's troop movement, thier mounted horses are cuting through our lines along with a brigade of burly Boers on our far left flank, the defenses are collapsing, what do we do-"
"withdraw everyone to the inner citadel of the town, we shall hold them here, man the fort cannons and prepare the explosive children, we need a stalling tool while everyone retreats, and have the cannons pull back inside while also burning down their gun positions to mask our retreat."
"Yes sir!"

Carriebean City
the smaller Imperial Palace
Paul von Oberstein nodded
"I will bring just 230 soldiers with me, that is all I mustered up before you came."
as he loaded his suitcase full of candy and bacon, the concoction closing tightly as he made his way down the stairs and into the carridge waiting for him.


Los Santos
Officer Jarnet loaded the revolver in her hand as the screams of the enemies neared, with the wounding of Tensun commander Berson Foyles,she was in command, and she wanted to give the entente bastards some lead in the gut before they advanced.
"get the guns up, men, on your feet, take aim!"
the thousands of bristling rifles were pointed as the enemy neared.
"fire!"
the symphony of bullets flew into the air as some of the more tightly packed enemy formations spread out in a panic as bullets caught the lives of hundreds of soldiers as corpses littered the ground.
"prepare for melee, get your katanas ready!"
the militia slash professional soldiers readied the blades of ancient japan as the enemy poured over the trench into the melee, with Jarnet taking out two Aclusians with their bayonets sticking out, spinning around, she heard a scream and gripped her katana, slicing a running argenian's head clean off, she then felt tired, as she dropped the sword and closed her eyes for the last time.

[The Traansval]

Strawstack Docks
Clairmont, Kingdom of Morvern
A god from the machine

(OoC: Ah. Damn my inability to read before I write.)

Oh my. “Certainly, Representative. I -” Baatz intoned. And stopped. The appearance of the Traansval’s ‘own carriage’ was probably to blame, for the court cat’s eyes grew wide indeed. Around them, crowds of onlookers gave either delighted yowls or frightened jeers. Even the calicos seemed impressed. That certainly wasn't something they saw every day! Oh, no; the armored monstrosity trundling across the sandpacked slabs of the Stackstraw Docks were one of the few strange internal combustion contraptions to exist in the Morvern - aside from the steam giants that plied her rivers of steel. A luxury even in the capital, they simply weren't made for the narrow alleys and teeming thoroughfares of the feline metropolis, and so were limited to the royal roads and those locations that could be reached from them. “Well then~!” Baatz meowed. “Shall we?”

The rest, as they say, were stories and starshine. And the growl of the Transvaal engine.

In the end, the royal envoy’s carriage proceeded to the House of Wonders; a sprawling redbrick manse whose stucco-clad walls baked in the summer heat. Liveried servants greeted them there, dressed in gowns as white as the purest Morvern sand. They settled them all in quaint garden pavilion where the lush greenery teemed with fragrant flowers and queer, stilted birds as pink as the dawn sky bathed in a nearby pond. It was a surrounding meant to impress visitors with its stately opulence; a statement to the wealth and opulence of the Queen-Dowager. There, on linen cushions draped with silver embroidery, Kyler Baatz bid his guests be seated. His agent-bodyguards, were they so inclined, could sip refreshments in the welcome shade of a nearby stone portico a short stroll away.

“Gentle man,” Kyler purred politely at Representative Karl. “Let us dicker. What deal does Transvaal bring before the Conclave?”

(Would you like to carry out the rest of these negotiations by telegram?)

(OOC: no, negotiations will be fine here)

Representative Karl: Yes well, the Traansval is a major Trade empire here. Our nation is the leader is Coffee, Sugar, Tobacco, and Petrol exports. This has made us quite wealthy.

Coffee is one of our staples. We are the only nation to be able to export Coffee in large numbers internationally.

Therefor, when your nation attempts to sign a deal to be the main exporter of Coffee to Rannoria, we take notice.

Now then, like I said, we are a mighty TRADE Empire. Your nations resources are of good value. Now, this man to my right is a Representative of the Gauteng Merchants Guild. He has something to show you.

The man mentioned withdrew of a rolled up paper, he handed this to the cat.

Traansval-Movern Trade Agreement

The Traansval will establish a trade route to Movern, majority of the cargo will be Iron, Tobacco
, and Spices.

Movern will establish a trade route to The Traansval, majority of the cargo will be Rubber

Movern will sell all Coffee and Rubber, unless it is being sold to buyers within The Traansval, through the Guateng Merchants Guild, who will charge a 5% fee on the transaction

Movern will make no claim on the province of Congarin, nor will it intervene with Traansval Operations in the area.
.

[The Traansval]

Blackadder

A Lieutenant of the Boer Mounted galloped with his troops.

The men were mopping up Jesuits in the town, with some BAC-2 Armored Cars tearing through their ranks as they fled.

The Jesuits were running for the Inner Citadel of Blackadder. This was not good..

The commander of the Mounted gave the order to dismount, a charge would do nothing against a fortress....

So, around 69,875 Men advanced with the 20 BAC-2's. Mounted Infantry and Mildeford Special Troops marching through the city.

Some Aclus Troops, maybe around 5,000 also were there, but not many due to the main Aclus army fighting the Carribeaners.

The men reached the citadel, the doors were locked and Jesuits fired down on them.

The man took cover in buildings or trenches. Boer Artillery had re-directed half of their guns onto the Citadel to soften them up.

The Lieutenant stoop up, and yelled across.

Surrender Now, or be Slaughtered!
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Blackadder, Carribean Lines

Fighting for the Carribean Line in Blackadder was coming to a end.

Boers and Aclua troops had hit them from two sides, slaughtering most before they could even react. Boer Armored Cars sprayed the enemy with bullets. Boer and Aclus troops fought with Bayonets and Fists in the trenches. It was tough, but they were winning...

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Los Santos

NAD Agent: Good, hurry get in the carriage!

The Agent and the Commander quickly got in the Carriage, the general getting them past the Carribean guards at the front gate.

Once outside, they rode for a bit until coming to a clearing. There, the men that the General had round up to surrender with him waited. Some looked sad, they had lost friends to this conflict, some Smiled for its madness was ending and they would be safe from the Trials to follow.

The two men exited the carriage

NAD Agent: Gentlemen. If you please follow me , I shall lead you to salvation...

The Agent mounted a horse and rode, with the column following.

In the distance, the roar of Engines and Artillery signaled that the Seige of Los Santos was well underway..

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Thames:

The Commander of the Boer Mounted assigned to The Thames, stared at the bodies...

The Carribean Column, tired and disorganized, was slaughtered by the Arengin-Boer Mounted.
Only about 3,574 were taken prisoner. The rest lay dead on the road.

While it was a gruesome sight, it meant that the Entente was closer to eliminating all major Carribean Resistance, which would mean a final end to the war.

A runner on horseback came up to him and handed him a note, the Commander read it.

Commander: It seems they could use our help in Los Santos.

The Commander looked to the Arengin Commander next to him

Commander: Are your men ready to ride to Los Santos, or do they need rest?

[Rannoria]

Allied Command Center
Dandus Apollo sent the rest of his men to the city of Los Santos, where his men would regroup with the other Entente powers and defeat the Carriebeans once and for all.
The men set off, marching to another battle.

[Olthenia]

Communiqué to the Federal Union of Rannoria,

Grand Sios,

We have the honor to acknowledge the receipt of your Excellencyʹs note conveying to Her Enduring Majesty's government regrets regarding your country's inability to commit to commercial relations at this time. They are fair, yet disappointing - but such is our lot, and we shall endure. Following the teachings of God Almighty is, undoubtedly, the only way to find prosperity, peace and harmonious coexistence in the decade ahead. To this end, the government of the Kingdom of Morvern take this opportunity to renew to the Federal Union the assurances of its highest consideration.

With sincerity,
General Undersecretary of Foreign Affairs
Macaria Tarber
First Minister of Morvern

[Arengin Union]

Blackadder

A Lieutenant of the Boer Mounted galloped with his troops.

The men were mopping up Jesuits in the town, with some BAC-2 Armored Cars tearing through their ranks as they fled.

The Jesuits were running for the Inner Citadel of Blackadder. This was not good..

The commander of the Mounted gave the order to dismount, a charge would do nothing against a fortress....

So, around 69,875 Men advanced with the 20 BAC-2's. Mounted Infantry and Mildeford Special Troops marching through the city.

Some Aclus Troops, maybe around 5,000 also were there, but not many due to the main Aclus army fighting the Carribeaners.

The men reached the citadel, the doors were locked and Jesuits fired down on them.

The man took cover in buildings or trenches. Boer Artillery had re-directed half of their guns onto the Citadel to soften them up.

The Lieutenant stoop up, and yelled across.

Surrender Now, or be Slaughtered!
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Blackadder, Carribean Lines

Fighting for the Carribean Line in Blackadder was coming to a end.

Boers and Aclua troops had hit them from two sides, slaughtering most before they could even react. Boer Armored Cars sprayed the enemy with bullets. Boer and Aclus troops fought with Bayonets and Fists in the trenches. It was tough, but they were winning...

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Los Santos

NAD Agent: Good, hurry get in the carriage!

The Agent and the Commander quickly got in the Carriage, the general getting them past the Carribean guards at the front gate.

Once outside, they rode for a bit until coming to a clearing. There, the men that the General had round up to surrender with him waited. Some looked sad, they had lost friends to this conflict, some Smiled for its madness was ending and they would be safe from the Trials to follow.

The two men exited the carriage

NAD Agent: Gentlemen. If you please follow me , I shall lead you to salvation...

The Agent mounted a horse and rode, with the column following.

In the distance, the roar of Engines and Artillery signaled that the Seige of Los Santos was well underway..

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Thames:

The Commander of the Boer Mounted assigned to The Thames, stared at the bodies...

The Carribean Column, tired and disorganized, was slaughtered by the Arengin-Boer Mounted.
Only about 3,574 were taken prisoner. The rest lay dead on the road.

While it was a gruesome sight, it meant that the Entente was closer to eliminating all major Carribean Resistance, which would mean a final end to the war.

A runner on horseback came up to him and handed him a note, the Commander read it.

Commander: It seems they could use our help in Los Santos.

The Commander looked to the Arengin Commander next to him

Commander: Are your men ready to ride to Los Santos, or do they need rest?

Thames
Out of the 28,000 Carriebean force only less than 4,000 had been taken prisoner. They were quickly taken into custody into the city. Where the remaining garrison, fed up with just being ordered into doing suicide attacks decided to surrender. By 7 pm the city was taken completely.

The Arenginian commander listened to his Boer counterpart. "Yes. We must join them now. Leave a few cars here and I'll leave 10,000 men here. Alright, lets go."

Los Santos

The Arenginian, Aclusian, Boer and Isles joint forces kept advancing. Despite loses from cannon fire the soldiers kept running forward, an armored car was hit and was stuck in the thick mud from the rain. Arenginian and Aclus forces kept moving jointly despite receiving fire from the Carriebean forces. The armored cars began shooting back.


The Arenginian and Aclusian soldiers began to charge the Carriebean foxholes and post. Many Carriebean soldiers in line also charged, armed with katanas and using their bayonets and rifles as clubs. The Arenginian and Aclusian also used melee weapons of their own, spiked clubs, and even maces and axes. The Arenginian line began firing in formation at the defense walls.

A female Carriebean officer was slicing Entente soldiers left and right, she was determined and brave. The Arenginians and Aclusians respected that. Yet they still fought with her, despite everything. Eventually she was overwhelmed after killing two more Aclusian and one Arenginian she was shot in the chest and stabbed by their bayonet. She fell to the floor, with a face of relief that she had died honorably, she closed her eyes to not open them again as hundreds of Arenginians and Aclusian past her body, overwhelming all Carriebean defenders outside the city.

Arenginian and Aclusian engineers dressed in their fine blue, red and green trench coats armed with axes jumped the trenches to begin cutting down the wooden walls that blocked the city gates. Destroying the doors with all their might and fury.





Finally the soldiers managed to breach the defenses and began entering the city while still suntanning heavy loses from the Carriebean defenders. However, Arenginian Cavalry as well as Rannorian Reinforcements began attacking the west side of the city. The battle was turning bad for the Carriebeans

[The Twelve Isles]

Billy bounced along in the Armored Car, a part of a colony of Entente forces as they moved on the final Caribbean forces around Los Santos. In the distance he could still hear the artillery, which hadnt let up for days it seemed. In the back he could see the uniforms of the Boers and his fellow Skirmishers, with more Armored cars coming up behind his. As they passed TTI soldiers cheered, seeing the unmistakable green uniforms of the Isles Skirmishers. The gunner was tapping his hands nervously on the machine gun, and Billy was clutching his new gun. The war had brought about massive new change in military tech, and many forces had begun ton carry repeating rifles with 5 to ten round magazines, portable machine guns, armored cars, and massive coal powered warships. It was unlike anything he had ever seen. He had seen Louis earlier that day, but neither of them had heard anything from Jonas since the Battle of the Farms. Louis had gained a scar down the right side of his face, and both of their hair was shaggy and long.

The Isles army had changed command, and was now under the command of a man named Jonathan Barrow. He was young, only 30 years old, and popular with his men, but untested. It made Jimmy rather uncomfortable.

"Caribbean soldiers to our front," said the Sergeant. Billy hefted his rifle, and pulled back the bolt, readying a round. He stood on the shaky car, and aimed forward over the head of the driver. He could see people running to and fro in front of him, ducking down into trenches. The other armored cars fanned out to either side. "Wait till my command," said his commander, looking out over a sheet of metal, a small pistol in his hand. He sawa puff of smoke and fire in front of him, and watched the gold white of an enemy shell as it flew towards them, impacting the ground in a loud boom, and shower of dirt and grass. He ignored it.

"Fire! Fire" yelled the commander, and the machine gun rattled to life. Billy saw the tracers move through the air, kicking up dust along the enemy's lines. They got closer, and billy fired his gun. He dint know where it landed. The cars began to circle around, strafing the enemy positions, sometimes getting so close to the trenches that they could fire down directly at the Caribbean soldiers. Billy saw one of the Boers carrying a sword, which he would swing at anyone he could when he got close enough. He watched as the soldier made contact with one mans head, splitting it open like a melon.

[The Traansval]

Billy bounced along in the Armored Car, a part of a colony of Entente forces as they moved on the final Caribbean forces around Los Santos. In the distance he could still hear the artillery, which hadnt let up for days it seemed. In the back he could see the uniforms of the Boers and his fellow Skirmishers, with more Armored cars coming up behind his. As they passed TTI soldiers cheered, seeing the unmistakable green uniforms of the Isles Skirmishers. The gunner was tapping his hands nervously on the machine gun, and Billy was clutching his new gun. The war had brought about massive new change in military tech, and many forces had begun ton carry repeating rifles with 5 to ten round magazines, portable machine guns, armored cars, and massive coal powered warships. It was unlike anything he had ever seen. He had seen Louis earlier that day, but neither of them had heard anything from Jonas since the Battle of the Farms. Louis had gained a scar down the right side of his face, and both of their hair was shaggy and long.

The Isles army had changed command, and was now under the command of a man named Jonathan Barrow. He was young, only 30 years old, and popular with his men, but untested. It made Jimmy rather uncomfortable.

"Caribbean soldiers to our front," said the Sergeant. Billy hefted his rifle, and pulled back the bolt, readying a round. He stood on the shaky car, and aimed forward over the head of the driver. He could see people running to and fro in front of him, ducking down into trenches. The other armored cars fanned out to either side. "Wait till my command," said his commander, looking out over a sheet of metal, a small pistol in his hand. He sawa puff of smoke and fire in front of him, and watched the gold white of an enemy shell as it flew towards them, impacting the ground in a loud boom, and shower of dirt and grass. He ignored it.

"Fire! Fire" yelled the commander, and the machine gun rattled to life. Billy saw the tracers move through the air, kicking up dust along the enemy's lines. They got closer, and billy fired his gun. He dint know where it landed. The cars began to circle around, strafing the enemy positions, sometimes getting so close to the trenches that they could fire down directly at the Caribbean soldiers. Billy saw one of the Boers carrying a sword, which he would swing at anyone he could when he got close enough. He watched as the soldier made contact with one mans head, splitting it open like a melon.

Sergeant Adams: Don't let up with that fire boys! Last battle of the war they say!! Corporal Smith(Gunner), aim for that machine guns nest!

The Corporal Nodded, then climbed back up to the Gunners Seat and tore through the nest and anything around it.

The battle of being pitched in the favor of the Entente. To his right, Sergeant Adams could see a force of Rannorian Troops converging on the enemies flank with some Arengin and Boer troops.

One of the Auxailiaries, Private Beckham, unsheathed his short saber and sliced at a retreating Carribean Officer, nearly cutting him in two if it wasn't for the Carribeaners bones.

At the sound of a Horn, the Squadron that the Car was attached to joined with the other 20 cars and charged the trench line, soaring straight over it. This tactic is what really earned these men the name, "Motorized Cowboys"

Sergeant Adams stuck his head out the side door, firing off a round from his Colt a Revolver at a Carribeaners

Sergeant Adams: ONWARDS BOYS! TO THE PALACE! URA!

[The Twelve Isles]

Billy saw Rannorian and more Boers soldiers approaching on their flank, and to the other side he could see the Twelve Isles Vanguard as they engaged the trench line. Billy ducked down, and held onto the side of the car for dear life, hoping not to fall off. The driver sped up, and jumped the trenches, the car landing with a jarring bang on the ground, tossing the soldiers around. None of them ell off though, and Billy raised his rifle to fire at the Caribbeans behind him as the Entente Armored Cars charged headlong further into Los Santos.

[The Traansval]

Billy saw Rannorian and more Boers soldiers approaching on their flank, and to the other side he could see the Twelve Isles Vanguard as they engaged the trench line. Billy ducked down, and held onto the side of the car for dear life, hoping not to fall off. The driver sped up, and jumped the trenches, the car landing with a jarring bang on the ground, tossing the soldiers around. None of them ell off though, and Billy raised his rifle to fire at the Caribbeans behind him as the Entente Armored Cars charged headlong further into Los Santos.

Sergeant Adams: WELL DONE BILLY, I ain't never seen a man who could take a Trench Leap and not fall on the first time. If we survive this, I augt to put you in for a medal!

After saying this, the Sergeant kicked open the side door, and shot a Carribean who though he could hijack the car, he was sorely mistaken.

[The Twelve Isles]

Billy looked at his sergeant and smiled, before turning around again and continuing to fire at the Caribbeans as they rapidly fell away. They continued into the town.

[Newne Carriebean7]

Jan todo-Inshi Monastery/church
Inferior Holy Bishop Maruis De Napoleon decided to give up on praying and focus on the upcoming battle ahead, he had heard from scouts that an enemy force would be arriving in a few hours, and he had that time devoted to an array of defenses being set up, wooden parapets with slots to fire arrows out of, the small weapons smiths getting to work crafting more heavy modern rifles and older but easier to make blunderbusses and wheel locked muskets the force inside the Monastery were 30,000 strong souls armed with a multitude of weapons, of those, he could count off 3,000 armed spear and arrowed warriors of the juden cross, that left him with 27,000. the morale priests had been shouting words from the four books all day long to rally up and fire up the men for the upcoming battle. animal sacrifices were given to make the men eat more food to fuel them up for the fight that was to happen. traps were set and the city was now under siege, they would not come out and try to hold the Monastery for as long as possible,or that was the plan.
"sir, all men are in position."
"excellent, tell the artillery to stop firing, and save on ammunition, we're going to need every last bullet, is the secondary trench line made?"
"it's 45% complete sir."
"good, keep at it, no matter the weather, understood?"
"Yes sir."

Blackadder
Superior Holy Bishop Cristopher De San Lopez sipped on some water as the shells crashed down onto the concrete, chipping away at the heavily fortified entrance and sides to the Fortress where the Jesuits were stationed. inside, several tables were set aside for the wounded, filling with blood and the screams of the injured filling the hollow walled interiors of the fortress.
"sir, our ammunition supplies are running low, and the men are exhausted, they require more rest."
" can we still hold the line with the men available even if we pull back the tired ones?"
"y-yes sir, but only if they do not push up the assault."
"very well then, initiate a three hour rest and fighting system, for every man that fights, one will rest. are my orders understood?"
"yes sir!"

Carriebean City
the smaller Imperial Palace
Paul von Oberstein got into the car and drove off with the men in hats, as the car drove and drove, Oberstein began to feel dizzy, but he ignored the feeling as the vehicle drove away through a small forest to the Main capital. when the car arrived at the palace being used by the allied powers, he left the small deathtrap and stumbled to the ground, throwing up.


Los Santos
Officer Lora of the 9th yargoven ladies regiment (58 left at this point in the battle /210 originally) let loose a shot from her pistol and saw a Calvary man fall off his horse, seeing the man get up, she stabbed him with a Yari she used instead of the katana, picking up the Katana after the death of the now dismounted lancer, she sliced through an arm of a Boer soldier
"come on men, sound the gally, we shall win the day!"
after she said that, a sound was heard then she felt her chest heavy. putting two fingers to it and stepping back, she saw that she was bleeding profusely from some bullet wounds. screaming at the top of her lungs, she lunged ontop of an unsuspecting Aclusian Sargent, who cursed at the lady before having blood splattered everywhere from a throat cut, Lora then closed her eyes and smiled as several more Boer rounds from a passing armored car entered her brain and legs.
the carriebeanian forces were begining to falter in the bloody melee, with many withdrawing from the trench system back to the main fortress after seeing the battle outside lost. bodies of the uniformed carriebeanian, Aclusian,Argenian and Boer forces were littered in the trenches, with many more carriebeanian bodies in the trench. they had suffered dearly for the assault, as painter turned militiaman Isaiah Hughes wrote in his dairy this morning
"the field is littered with corpses, the trenches filled to the brim with bodies of all different shapes and sizes, one Aclusian man lost his leg to a carriebeanian ball and had it severed with another thernanian that had snuck into the army's katana, the result was one more body part on the feild."



Carriebeanian Army of the Usaito valley, 2 miles from the Thernanian boarder.
3rd Royal armored carriage company
Gunner Nathan Greenly felt the wagon jiggle as the machine made it's way into the small camp, it was the first of two companies that had managed to arrive there, bringing the total number of vehicles to 12 armored carriages. a third company was already prepared, they just had not given the order for them to leave yet. the driver Baxter forley and the sharpshooter Jonathan Crimp were complaining because of the hard roads, but he did not seem to mind, as he was the one in the comfy seats, as the military thinking of today was that gunners 'aim better and are more prepared in a comfortable sitting position.' or so that's how the memorandum went. grabbing a hold of some sunflower seeds, he shoved them in his mouth and sucked on the flavoring of vinegar,salt and cracked pepper, before spitting the shells out onto the road for the birds to eat.
as the wagon stopped, Greenly left the car with the other men stumbling out after being awoken by the other. soon a tough looking sergeant came out.
"Attention you cattle driven sharpshooting cannon scurvy dogs! you are the first six vehicles that has had the pleasure to be part of this idea. now then, what are you to do if your team of horses is killed in battle?"
several hands shot up before the sergeant picked on one.
"y' simply find some new uns."
"and how the hell would you find some in the middle of the thick smoke of a battle? simple, you wouldn't, and you'd die not accomplishing anything for this great nation, now then, you are supposed to have one of your members push it, or have the infantry get out and help push the cart, all the while your under enemy fire, we're sorry,but it's a new system, and systems have rules. now then, the battle formation is to be this, team Usaito and Konobe's wagons are,with 15 soldiers each,designated to be infantry carriers, they will be on the flanks, in the rear will be a medical transport carried by one of the soldiers here and their doctors, and in the middle shall be the cannon wagon crewed by Nate's team. any questions, no? good, let's practice for a bit, now everyone to your wagons!"
the teams rushed back to their glorified manure carts and began to get into formation.

[The Traansval]

Los Santos

Corporal Radshaw was running, no, Sprinting for his life.

His unit had been attached to the Arengins who were heading for Los Santos, much to his delight due to the fact that his unit also marched next to the unit of the Arengin he had played Poker with.

This however, was now over due to the fact that the Units had arrived at Los Santos, and now it was a all out Bloodbath...

Many units had come to support them, Rannoria sent in 80,000 men, and the Forces at Thames had come too.

That didn't make a spick of difference for Radshaw, all he cared about was the Machine Gun Nest right in bloody front of him.

He saw a squad of Arengins attempt to charge it, but they were just mowed down.

Radshaw took aim, and fired his Mauser Rifle at the Nest. He then quickly took cover, and noticed that the Nest had gone quiet.

His excitement at being a crack shot soon faded when he realized it was Armored Car that took it out.

Radshaw advanced, only to trip over and land right next to a dead Arengin.

Wait, he wasn't dead.

Corporal Radshaw: HOLY SHIT! Sergei! Come on il get you out of here.

Sergei had taken a bullet in the shoulder, quite lucky compared to his comrades.

Radshaw lifted the Arengin on his back, and ran for the nearest Medical Transport.

Some new Troop Carrier Car model was being used along with old Wagons to transport wounded out, problem was it was across a killing field..

But damn the bullets, this was Sergei!

Radshaw ran at full speed, as machine gun fire kicked at his heels. He dodged every shot, every bullet, every mortar.

And he tripped on a Branch.

Luckily, a Transport Model had swung round and its Agar machine gun opened fire, allowing time to get Sergei inside the car.

Corporal Radshaw: Il see you later Sergei!

Radshaw picked up his Mauser, and joined his other fellow Entente troops in the assault.

[The Traansval]

Jan todo-Inshi Monastery/church
Inferior Holy Bishop Maruis De Napoleon decided to give up on praying and focus on the upcoming battle ahead, he had heard from scouts that an enemy force would be arriving in a few hours, and he had that time devoted to an array of defenses being set up, wooden parapets with slots to fire arrows out of, the small weapons smiths getting to work crafting more heavy modern rifles and older but easier to make blunderbusses and wheel locked muskets the force inside the Monastery were 30,000 strong souls armed with a multitude of weapons, of those, he could count off 3,000 armed spear and arrowed warriors of the juden cross, that left him with 27,000. the morale priests had been shouting words from the four books all day long to rally up and fire up the men for the upcoming battle. animal sacrifices were given to make the men eat more food to fuel them up for the fight that was to happen. traps were set and the city was now under siege, they would not come out and try to hold the Monastery for as long as possible,or that was the plan.
"sir, all men are in position."
"excellent, tell the artillery to stop firing, and save on ammunition, we're going to need every last bullet, is the secondary trench line made?"
"it's 45% complete sir."
"good, keep at it, no matter the weather, understood?"
"Yes sir."

Blackadder
Superior Holy Bishop Cristopher De San Lopez sipped on some water as the shells crashed down onto the concrete, chipping away at the heavily fortified entrance and sides to the Fortress where the Jesuits were stationed. inside, several tables were set aside for the wounded, filling with blood and the screams of the injured filling the hollow walled interiors of the fortress.
"sir, our ammunition supplies are running low, and the men are exhausted, they require more rest."
" can we still hold the line with the men available even if we pull back the tired ones?"
"y-yes sir, but only if they do not push up the assault."
"very well then, initiate a three hour rest and fighting system, for every man that fights, one will rest. are my orders understood?"
"yes sir!"

Carriebean City
the smaller Imperial Palace
Paul von Oberstein got into the car and drove off with the men in hats, as the car drove and drove, Oberstein began to feel dizzy, but he ignored the feeling as the vehicle drove away through a small forest to the Main capital. when the car arrived at the palace being used by the allied powers, he left the small deathtrap and stumbled to the ground, throwing up.


Los Santos
Officer Lora of the 9th yargoven ladies regiment (58 left at this point in the battle /210 originally) let loose a shot from her pistol and saw a Calvary man fall off his horse, seeing the man get up, she stabbed him with a Yari she used instead of the katana, picking up the Katana after the death of the now dismounted lancer, she sliced through an arm of a Boer soldier
"come on men, sound the gally, we shall win the day!"
after she said that, a sound was heard then she felt her chest heavy. putting two fingers to it and stepping back, she saw that she was bleeding profusely from some bullet wounds. screaming at the top of her lungs, she lunged ontop of an unsuspecting Aclusian Sargent, who cursed at the lady before having blood splattered everywhere from a throat cut, Lora then closed her eyes and smiled as several more Boer rounds from a passing armored car entered her brain and legs.
the carriebeanian forces were begining to falter in the bloody melee, with many withdrawing from the trench system back to the main fortress after seeing the battle outside lost. bodies of the uniformed carriebeanian, Aclusian,Argenian and Boer forces were littered in the trenches, with many more carriebeanian bodies in the trench. they had suffered dearly for the assault, as painter turned militiaman Isaiah Hughes wrote in his dairy this morning
"the field is littered with corpses, the trenches filled to the brim with bodies of all different shapes and sizes, one Aclusian man lost his leg to a carriebeanian ball and had it severed with another thernanian that had snuck into the army's katana, the result was one more body part on the feild."



Carriebeanian Army of the Usaito valley, 2 miles from the Thernanian boarder.
3rd Royal armored carriage company
Gunner Nathan Greenly felt the wagon jiggle as the machine made it's way into the small camp, it was the first of two companies that had managed to arrive there, bringing the total number of vehicles to 12 armored carriages. a third company was already prepared, they just had not given the order for them to leave yet. the driver Baxter forley and the sharpshooter Jonathan Crimp were complaining because of the hard roads, but he did not seem to mind, as he was the one in the comfy seats, as the military thinking of today was that gunners 'aim better and are more prepared in a comfortable sitting position.' or so that's how the memorandum went. grabbing a hold of some sunflower seeds, he shoved them in his mouth and sucked on the flavoring of vinegar,salt and cracked pepper, before spitting the shells out onto the road for the birds to eat.
as the wagon stopped, Greenly left the car with the other men stumbling out after being awoken by the other. soon a tough looking sergeant came out.
"Attention you cattle driven sharpshooting cannon scurvy dogs! you are the first six vehicles that has had the pleasure to be part of this idea. now then, what are you to do if your team of horses is killed in battle?"
several hands shot up before the sergeant picked on one.
"y' simply find some new uns."
"and how the hell would you find some in the middle of the thick smoke of a battle? simple, you wouldn't, and you'd die not accomplishing anything for this great nation, now then, you are supposed to have one of your members push it, or have the infantry get out and help push the cart, all the while your under enemy fire, we're sorry,but it's a new system, and systems have rules. now then, the battle formation is to be this, team Usaito and Konobe's wagons are,with 15 soldiers each,designated to be infantry carriers, they will be on the flanks, in the rear will be a medical transport carried by one of the soldiers here and their doctors, and in the middle shall be the cannon wagon crewed by Nate's team. any questions, no? good, let's practice for a bit, now everyone to your wagons!"
the teams rushed back to their glorified manure carts and began to get into formation.

Monastery

A Boer Lieutenant was giving a speach to his men.

Lieutenant: Men! Up on that hill is a place of worship, of Christian worship. The Jesuits of that Monastery have committed crimes, and slaughtered innocents simply because they were deemed un pure. These men, turn Gods Words into their words. They make their disciples believe that what they say is Gods Will. God does not will their actions! God would never condone their actions. Which is why we do Gods will, and we stop them. With me men!

The Lieutenant checked his watch, and blew his whistle.

CHARGE!

URA!