Another D-Day in Paradise (Atlas Only) (IC)

[Grozav Inima]

ANOTHER D-DAY IN PARADISE
AGUALDOSAN-CSOPORTSAG WAR

STORY

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June 1947
Vízöld, Agualadös
Stasnovan soldiers, after a long-fought war with the Grozyar Empire, finally land in Agualados on the 8th of June. While the war in Grozav Inima proper would continue for another 6 months, the war in Alfashir and Auchoi finally came to a close with the surrender of the Agualadosan Garrison in midmorning on the 19th of June. The islands were temporarily occupied by the Stasnovans for another three years, until in 1950 the Agualadosan government in Vízöld, now led by a Stasnovan Puppet by the name of Pavel Andreev, was given independence and authority over the smaller island nation of Csoportsag to their South.

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4th June 1964
Edesza, Csoportsag
On the 4th of June, the Senate and People of Grozav Inima, a quasi-fascist military junta in what used to be the Grozav Inima Soviet Socialist Republic, declared war on Agualados. Grozyar Irredentism and desire to win back lost colonies led to an attempt to annex the two island nations. An Imperial Marine Corps battalion landed in Edesza the next day, with significant help from the Csoportsag Liberation Army, an anti-communist Guerilla force.

11th January 1965
Edesza, Csoportsag
In the blistering Islander Summer of 1965, a treaty is signed between Agualados and Grozav Inima. With Stasnovan aid, the Agualadosans were able to repel a full-scale invasion of the Agualadosan home islands. The Agualadosan People's Army was spent, and the Stasnovan Revolutionary Army had little patience for a continued war of attrition. Under the terms of the Treaty of Edesza, Csoportsag was annexed by Grozav Inima, while Agualados would remain a Stasnovan Puppet.

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6th July , 1972
Veraglia, Grozav Inima
The Senate and People of Grozav Inima is no more, the reigning emperor has abdicated, and the first elections officially end in the inauguration of Franz Balscu, the Chancellor to the outgoing emperor. While Balscu is alleged to harbor some quasi-fascist sympathies, he undergoes a democratization and liberation process of many Grozyar Colonies. Csoportsag holds its first elections a month after the first Grozyar Elections, and the nation is finally given her independence for the first time in history.

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12th June 1991
Edesza, Csoportsag
Iksander de Bastae, a fascist Hardliner of the Csoportsag Patriot's Party, seizes power over Csoportsag following a military coup, and begins a reign of terror against suspected Communists throughout the government and media. The new state draws the ire of Agualados and the People's Pact of Defence and Cooperation, after a naval skirmish between the Agualadosan and Csoportsagi navy leaving an Agualadosan Destroyer and two Torpedo boats sunk, the PPDC backs down. The Grozyar Republic legitimizes the new government of Csoportsag on the 21st of August 1991, and it comes under their protection.

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20th January 2017
Edesza, Csoportsag
Tensions between Agualados and Csoportsag rise quickly following a collapse in the Agualadosan economy. The rich resources of Csoportsag prove in irresistible trophy for the struggling Agualadosan economy. Unfortunately for Agualados, in 2015 with the formation of the Vastava Pact, an ideological schism between the mainstream communist nations of Atlas and Agualados led them to be rejected from the benefits of enjoying further benefits from their allies.

Now an international Pariah, Agualados relies on the increasingly tense international scenario to ensure they are able to win the war while the larger nations are occupied elsewhere.

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FACTIONS

REPUBLIC OF CSOPORTSAG
Supporters:
Grozav Inima


PEOPLE'S REPUBLIC OF AGUALADOS
Supporters:

1. No more than a battalion of troops in the war, (400-1000 men), unless specified otherwise in TGs
2. No godmode/controlling/etc
3. I am undisputed ruler of all creation
4. No commies
5. Rules are for suckers

~THIS IS ATLAS ONLY~

[Valdiu]

Prevale

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"Alex."
"Huh?"
Mitchell Thromright entered the room. Before him sat Alexander Sterling, back from the talks.
"Agualdosan and Csoportsag have gone to war. What should we do?"
"What the fuck are Agualdosan and Csoportsag?"
"Is that a 'nothing', then?"
"Sure, whatever."
"Okay."
Thromright exited.

[Zoboyizakoplayoklot]

We live in a world that seemingly has less morals as the days pass, as nuance is becoming more and more common. Schoolchildren lie to their parents about trivial matters, it is considered normal for one party in a relationship to have an affair at some point, and identity theft can change who you are at a minutes notice. As humans act in the shadows in every day life, it is hard to forget that even Kings are humans, with human desires and tendencies.

In Zoboyizakoplayoklot however, there are no Kings. There is a Regent, yes, but the true power lies in the hands of the Assembly, with its Delegates chosen by the subjects of the Regent. So while there is no King, there is a parliament, and within that parliament are more shadows than a single King could possibly hold. You may say someone is your friend, and you may act to each other's benefit, but deep down there is always mistrust, even among the best of friends. This mistrust between friends leads to paranoia, which in turn leads to fear. As all that is within Zoboyizakoplayoklot, it is no surprise that Zoboyizakoplayoklot may not trust its friends to the extent that it should.

With war now declared between Csoportosag and Agualados, Zoboyizakoplayoklot must tread carefully. Tensions in Atlas are historically high, and despite Zoboyizakoplayoklot's membership in the ICFS, every nation should be viewed with just a tad of mistrust in these turbulent times, even if your allies. So when news reached Zoboyizakoplayoklot that Grozav Inima was intervening in Csportosag, the government naturally viewed the move suspiciously. Yes, Zoboyizakoplayoklot was allied with Grozav Inima via the ICFS, but relations between Zoboyizakoplayoklot and its former mother country have always been chilly since independence was first acheived, and they always will be, even if the ICFS forces them to cooperate. No matter how good of friends they seem, Zoboyizakoplayoklot is, deep down, afraid of the Grozyars.

Worried that a pro-Grozyar government in Csportosag without the communist Agualados to counter them would lead to Grozyar encroachments in Zoboyizakoplayoklot's sphere of influence, Zoboyizakoplayoklot seeked to prevent a Csportosagan victory. This would prove difficult however, as Zoboyizakoplayoklot could not hope to oppose the Grozyar intervention without backlash from within the IFCS, and that was not something that could happen. At least, publicly oppose. From the deepest, darkest corners of the Ministry of Defence came the idea of a secret intervention in favor of Agualados. Eventually reaching the office of the Prime Minister, this idea came to fruition in the form of Operation: Golden Koi. With a small deployment of a sole military advisor and 250 Special Ops Forces, Golden Koi was to be conducted in absolute secrecy. The only people that knew the truth was the soldiers being deployed and those within the highest branches of the federal government. The soldiers family's were told their loved ones were off to help secure the southern Songhese border, unaware that they were off to help a pariah regime invade a nation that could potentially ally itself with the ICFS. The families could not know the truth. The Assembly Of Delegates couldn't know either, and god forbid the press find out. This was an outright betrayal of an ally, and thus had to be held with the mouth of a mute.

Wavaxangrad International Ariport
Ganbataar felt nervous as he walked through the bustling airport, his backpack seeming tighter than normal. It was a public airport, and that was what worries him. This was supposed to be a secret mission, and even if him and his compatriots had a legitimate cover, he still didn't feel comfortable. Not with the nuance involved with Operation: Golden Koi, but with the prospect of getting discovered, exposed. Being an ethnic Zobik, he had a strong sense of honour, as did his family. He planned on asking his girlfriends father for his blessings in their marriage when he returned, but he was confident the answer would be a big fat no if the operation went public. As he walked won the stairs he thought about the deployment plan. 150 soldiers were leaving from Wavaxangrad, with the remaining 100 and the military advisor coming from Jukil. They'd both land at separate places in Agualados (A commercial airport for those from Jukil, and an isolated military airbase for Ganbataar and his contingent). From there they would boat across to Csportosag, where they would been escorted by the communist guerrillas to a camp where they would at last rendezvous with the rest of the Zoboyizakoplayokloti force. It was tedious, but necessary.

As Ganbataar stepped outside and felt the coastal rain on his face, he knew he'd miss Zoboyizakoplayoklot. He knew for a fact that some of the guys were looking forward to being deployed to a warm tropical location, but he wasn't. They were going off to war, not a vacation, and Ganbataar would've rather gone somewhere that matched the situation, like Stasnov for example. With slight reluctance, he threw his bag into the cargo trunk of the transport plane and jumped into the passenger area. The rain was the only noise as the plane took off, and Ganbataar figured it was because everybody was just as nervous as he was.

[Grozav Inima]

Karabélyos Árpád Puskás
1. Gárdosztály, 3. Gárd. Gyalogezred
Edesza, Csoportsag

"Goddamn, these greenbacks sure are pathetic arent they?" Puskás said, jokingly. His Company was overseeing the training of the Csoportsagi Independent Armed Services Reservists, a torrent of conscripted personnel had been drafted at the outbreak of the Agualados-Csoportsag war, and the training of some of the fell to the Republican Guard, who were well trained in just about every possible circumstance, and were probably superior training officers than the Csoportsagi army men who were dedicated to training recruits.

Puskás watched the battalion they were training, doing pushups across the Edesza barracks grounds, some were practising their marksmanship on small straw targets, painted with large red stars. The reservists almost exclusively made use of the SZ K73, an outdated firearm most of the modern Republican Guard hadn't even laid eyes on before. The base of the SZ K73, the SZ VPu, was developed in 1945, and was chambered in a 7.92x33mm cartridge, the K73 version was the first and only modification of the Szabvány Vihar Puska which featured the modern Grozyar cartridge, the 5.5mm GROZ.

Their charges were underequipped and undertrained, and the Köz. Gárd could only help rectify the latter, not the former. Puskás walked over to the firing range where 5 conscripts were practising with the SZ K73, one in particular caught his eye, he was firing quickly and accurately at the target before him. The recruit was barely a man, he looked 17, still wet behind the ears and totally unprepared for the scale of the war which confronted him.

"Well done, Recruit" Puskás said to the young man, sadly, "Try to keep your eye on the target as you fire, it will help you with your follow up shots," he said.

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Gránátos Jóska Gárdonyi
1. Gyaloghadosztály, 8. Gyalogezred

The War had so far not resulted in any actual ground fighting, the two nations of Agualados and Csoportsag were separated by a body of water which would make an actual invasion by either nation exceedingly difficult. The Csoportsagi navy was significantly smaller than the Agualadosan navy, but infinitely more advanced, with their flagship being a Grozyar-made Szabadsag Class Destroyer, as well as eight Inima class Patrol boats. The Agualadosan navy, in contrast, featured six Sergiu Orban Class Patrol Vessels, twelve Osa class torpedo boats, and two Pauk class corvettes.

This made any attempt to wrest control of the straight between the two nations extremely risky-- one decisive naval engagement would cripple the opposing navy-- and allow the other side free reign over the seas. Not to mention, both Agualados and Csoportsag were infested with guerillas, Csoportsag was home to the "Csoportsagi People's Liberation Front" communist Guerillas, while Agualados was struggling to maintain their own insugency, the anti-communist of the Agualadosan Republican Army.

Gránátos Jóska Gárdonyi, a simple footslogger in the 8th Infantry Combat Regiment (modelled after the Grozyar Combat Regiment system) was in a small village in southern Csoportsag. Communist Guerillas had been reported in the hills around this small town. A full Combat Regiment had been sent to make an example of them. None were to be left alive.

[Zoboyizakoplayoklot]

Vízold, Agualados
Tamati paced analytically through his office, waiting patiently for the meeting with his generals to commence. It was a beautiful day outside, the sun was shining, with not a single cloud in the sky. Tamati frowned slightly. He lived in a beautiful country, one which he loved very much, but in all it's cosmetic appeals he knew Agualados was troubled. High poverty rates, low economic output, Agualados was home to it and more. Not that he was at fault or anything. He and the Communist Party as a whole worked only in the best interests of the people. If fingers were to be pointed at anyone, it would have to be at the imperialist scum who wanted Agualados gone. The Grozyars. The Csoportsagis. Those were the ones to blame. How could Agualados flourish while those two breathed down their back? They had been abandoned by the other Communist nations of Atlas as well, leaving them ally-less in an increasingly dangerous world. Agualados was left with only themselves to protect themselves, and as Agualados' leader he was in charge of this. That was why he declared war on Csoportsag. With the Grozyar puppet gone, Agualados would finally be able to create a proletariats democratic dictatorship that would be the envy of Atlas. Why have the Vastava Pact when you have yourselves? Tamati sat down at his desk as the clock struck 3:00. His generals were to arrive at any second to advise him on the actions to take in the war, but he already had his own plan.

Sure enough, his generals arrived in mere seconds. One of his closest generals, Yauwii Marauta, stood beside to him, while his less proven generals stood across the desk. Most of these generals were young and had rocketed up the chain of command due to his recent purges of the chain of command that had resulted in a near loss of all senior officers. However, he had known Yauwii since childhood, and he knew he was a man that could be trusted. With Yauwii by his side, Tamati didn't need any of these posers, to say the truth. Perhaps he would purge them after he was done with Csoportsag. That was an idea.

"Mr. Jakab, I have a proposition," said one of his youngest generals in a bold and confident voice. Tamati didn't know this one that well, but he knew he was ambitious. Young, ambitious... A threat to his power? Probably. He would be one of the first to be purged.

"I don't want to hear it, young grasshopper," said Tamati mockingly. "I have my own idea, and I'm sure that your superior, Mr. Mauruta, is likely to agree with me. As it stands, we have no way of liberating Csoportsag due to the stalemate in the sea. Thus, I demand that we move the full force of our navy there as soon as possible. A victory there will turn this war into an offensive one, and you cannot win if you are not on the offensive."

"But sir, if we do that-" the young general began, his eyes bulging in shock at the General Secretary's rudeness. Before he could finish his protest though, Yauwii spat in his face, resulting in a bellow of laughter from Tamati. The general exited the office with an embarrassed look on his face, tears welling up in his eyes.

"So then," continued Tamati, "Shall we do as I suggested?" This time, there were only nods in the room, except for Yauwii, who only grunted expressionlessly. "Very well then, we shall confront the Csoportsagi dogs with the full night of our navy, and once victory is acheived on sea, we shall crush them on land!"

As Tamati laughed at his own perceived greatness, nervous clapping filled the room. Agualados would grant the wish of Tamati Jakab, as it had a million times before. Only this time, the potential outcome of the war hung in the balance.

Unidentified Air Force Base, Agualados
Ganbataar was glad to finally be done with that godforsaken airplane. Cramped and out of date, it had been chosen in order to avoid attracting attention as it flew through international airspace. He couldn't fault his superiors for trying to hide a secret contingent of SpecOps forces and weapons, but he did think comfort had to be taken into consideration at some point. The airstrip they had just landed in looked like the rest of the country they had just flown into; the outhouse of the worlds powers. From what the Zoboyizakoplayoklotis had seen of Agualados, it appeared to be a country that had been bullied into submission too many times, be it by Stasnov or Grozav Inima. The Grozyar government seemed to do the same this time around, and for the first time Ganbataar actually felt glad to be there. Zoboyizakoplayoklot, especially ethnic Zobiks, knew what it was like to be pushed around by the Grozyar machine. Ganbataar knew how the Agualadosans must have felt, and he felt a sting of hatred towards the Csoportsagis for collaborating with the Grozyars. Zoboyizakoplayoklot and Grozav Inima were allies, yes, but the friendship didn't continue after there. Beyond that, they were rivals at best.

After stepping off of the plane Ganbataar and the rest of the Zoboyizakoplayoklotis were quickly ushered to a convoy of jeeps and vans. They were to be driven down to the coastline where they would get into RHIBs and boated over to Csoportsag, where they would rendezvous with the Communist guerrillas and the other Zoboyizakoplayoklotis. They drove down the coastline along a bumpy dirt road, a significant change for the Zoboyizakoplayoklotis who were used to driving on some of the highest quality roads in Auchoi.

It took about a mere 10 minutes for the Zoboyizakoplayoklotis to arrive at the beach. Arriving at the beach, they were greeted by a dozen soldiers who introduced themselves members of the Csoportsagi Communist guerrilla, known officially as the Csoportsagi People's Liberation Front. They wore clothes that were more akin to that of a farmer herding away wild beasts than a soldier, and were each equipped with AK-47's that looked like they had been buried underground for thirty years. Ganbataar seriously hoped upon seeing the Csoportsagis that his government would get around to dropping off some supplies sooner or later. They had brought a limited number of T91's for their own use, but the prospect of Csoportsagi or Grozyar troops finding them was worrisome as it could lead a trail right back to Zoboyizakoplayoklot. Thus, any military supplies sent to Csoportsag would have to be gear uncommon in Zoboyizakoplayoklot.

The RHIBs were extremely crowded, and although Ganbataar wasn't a navy man, he was quite certain they were over their intended capacity. They went across the strait in a manner that Ganbataar felt wasn't as cautious as it should've been. Were the guerrillas even aware of the secrecy involved with the Zoboyizakoplayoklotis being there? He sure hoped they did. Fortunately, they had landed in Csoportsag within 45 minutes of their departure, without any sign of being discovered. There had been some mild conversation with the Csoportsagi guerrillas, but for the most part they seemed uneducated, though they did seem to have a good sense of humour. Upon reaching the Csoportsagi coast the contingent hiked up aways in the direction of the guerrilla camp. They had found out from their guides that the other Zoboyizakoplayoklotis had arrived some time before they did, which Ganbataar thought was good. With all the Zoboyizakoplayoklotis accounted for, that lowered the chances of being discovered.

They were hiking up a gravel road, supposedly halfway to the camp, when a voice came on the wallow talkie of a guerrilla Ganbataar had assumed to be the one in charge. After a brief and intense conversation in a dialect Ganbataar assumed to be Csoportsagi, the guerrilla turned to face the soldiers.

"Brave soldiers of Zoboyizakoplayoklot," he yelled in slightly broken Grozyar. "Us here at the Csoportsagi People's Liberation Front are honoured to have your support. However, we must cut the formalities short. We are to group up with your compatriots and some of my comrades just east of here, near a small village where my cousins step mother grew up. A reliable contact has just informed us that a Grozyar Regiment is in the area. If we went and hid, we would be cowards, not revolutionaries. So let's go!" he said with a grin as the other guerrillas cheered zealously.

Ganbataar smirked. As ill equipped and poorly trained that these guerrillas were, he had to appreciate their enthusiasm. On top of that, he was here for a reason, and that was to fight Grozyars. It was about time he did his job.

[Grozav Inima]

Gránátos Jóska Gárdonyi
1. Gyaloghadosztály, 8. Gyalogezred
Szent Mikhail, Southern Csoportsag

The town of Szent Mikhail had so far offered little of interest. A small town with a population of approximately 10 thousand, men of the MCR almost matched the townspeople 2 for 1. Their presence was unmistakeable, a makeshift city of nylon tents and checkpoints sprung up overnight. The outer rural areas of the city numbered another 8 or so thousand, spread out in small communities and hamlets. The picturesque tropical scene was interrupted with the harsh images of advanced military hardware belonging to the 1st Guards Division.

Gránátos Gárdonyi was one of those going house to house, checking on all the residents of the fine little town. Cecking for firearms, materiel to manufacture explosives, any communist propaganda or evidence of communist sympathies, that sort of thing. Thankfully Csoportsag was currently in a state of martial law, and the Republican Guards were well within their rights to bash down random doors and begin tearing up the floorboards should they so desire.

They came to another house is particular, slightly larger than the average house in the town, it was otherwise nondescript, another in a long line of dull Csoportsagi-style townhouses. They knocked on the door, three swift raps. There was no answer and the soldiers rang the doorbell.

After waiting for a moment, one of the soldiers peered through a window, "There's a meal on the table, television is playing, somebody is definitely home," he reported back.

"Fuck the door," Gárdony said, and stepped back, coming crashing on the door again with his boot.

"Köztársasági Gárda! Kap a földön, Seggfejek!" he shouted, his rifle at the ready, as he and his fire-team breached through the door. They split up and searched the rooms, Gárdony made his way into the kitchen, where a piping hot bowl of goulash lay waiting, with a half-drunken bottle of cheap Csoportsagi Pálinka beside it.

"Clear!" came the calls from the rest of the team.

"Ah, Kurva, somebody left in a hurry!" one of the soldiers called from another room.

The Káplár of the fireteam swore under his breath softly. "Television is on, hot food is ready, back door is still locked from the inside. The Szuka is here somewhere. Tear this place a new asshole boys!" he said, as the soldiers all congregated in the living room.

"With pleasure," Gárdony said.

The troops tore up carpets, tore cupboard and closet doors off their hinges, and tore curtains to shreds. In just a manner of minutes, Gárdony found a small rug which didnt appear to move as he tried to pick it up, he took his bayonet and pried up the rug, there was one side which did not appear to be glued to the floor, prying it up revealed a small handle, in a square outcutting of the wooden floor.

"Over here! There is a wine cellar!" he tried to open the handle. "Kurva, its bolted shut," he swore, "Get me some detcord!" he said.

One of his brothers-in-arms placed some detcord inside the lock of the cellar. "Get back, this gonna fuck the place up real good," he Guardsman said, and the soldiers moved to a safe distance. A moderate blast followed, and smoke filled the air. They pushed forwards, rifles at the ready.

The wooden hatch, smoldering and broken, was easily opened now. Gárdony made his way down the stairs in the dark, and turned on the flashlight mounted on the barrel of the K114.

Down in what was once a wine cellar there was now a small arsenal. They counted at least 4 AK-47s, along with a number of bolt action rifles and pistols. "Fuck, we got half the Agualadosan army here lads!" Gárdony shouted back up to them, as they followed him down.

"Look," Gárdony said, picking up a white book, he read the cover. "The Communist Manifesto, translation and annotations by Hermann Rotenko," He said.

"Fucking disgusting," one of the others said. "Where is the szuka though?"

Gárdony pulled open a closet door, and shone the flashlight in the face of a young man, probably no older than 19 or 20. "Jó Reggelt, Faszfej," he grinned from ear to ear, as they dragged the man out of the closet.

[Zoboyizakoplayoklot]

5 km from Szent Mikhail, Csoportsag
The walk to the village was taking longer than expected. The Zoboyizakoplayokloti soldiers began to tire and feel restless, trekking through what seemed to be endless jungle. The Csoportsagis were unfazed however, chopping through the bush like it was their backyard, which it may very well have been. Ganbataar and a few others had pestered the geurillas for information regarding where they were going, but they got little. The name of the town was supposedly Szent Mikhail, and numbered around only 10,000 civilian inhabitants. Details on the potential combat situation were hazy, likely due to the geurillas poor intell. As a result, the Zoboyizakoplayoklotis were mostly going in blind. One thing that they did know for certain however, was that Grozyar military presence was heavy in the area. How heavy exactly, they did not know. They did know for sure though that this was most likely going to be a hit and run attack; geurilla warfare at it's core. They would hit hard, hit fast, and inflict as many casualties as possible while taking minimal amounts for themselves. Ganbataar also learned that the rest of the Zoboyizakoplayoklotis who had arrived earlier would also be joining in on the assault of the village. That meant that all two hundred and fifty Zoboyizakoplayokloti soldiers would be partaking in the attack, which coupled with a significant number of guerrillas should make a strategic victory easy to attain. Should they successfully deal a large blow to the forces stationed at Szent Mikhail, the whole operation would become much simpler.

As they proceeded on through the jungle, they stopped suddenly, the Csoportsagi who was leading the way holding up his hand in warning. "We are getting close," he hollered back. He looked like he was about to go on his way again, but then he turned back around. "Should we split up?"

Ganbataar thought about it. It could be a good idea. If they chose to split up, they could attack a broader area and set up an illusion of having a larger force than they did. The only downfall was it might spread them out too thin, causing their attack to be less effective. It also could make retreat difficult due to the lack of coordination, making capture all that more likely.

"I say no," Ganbataar said. "We should stay together and attack as one. That'll allow us to deal the most damage."

The guerrilla nodded. "Does anyone else have any other ideas?" he asked. There were no replies. "Very well then. We will do as he said. And do not fret my friends, we are almost there".

They continued on after that for another five minutes, but at a much more rapid pace this time. Once they were supposedly very close to the town, as the geurillas kept assuring them, they heard a noise in the distance. The unmistakable sound of gunfire.

"Yamar ükhtlee!" Ganbataar swore. "Did they start the attack without telling us?"

"I believe they did, my Zoboyizakoplayokloti friend," the head geurilla responded. "It is no matter though. They will distract the first responders, meaning we can launch a surprise attack! We must hurry though."

Despite not being quite sure if the geurilla completely understood the concept of a surprise attack, Ganbataar and the rest of the Zoboyizakoplayoklotis continued to follow the geurilla as the sound of the gunshots grew louder and louder. Eventually they reached the town, and from the hill from which they stood they could see the battle raging on the other side of the town. Ganbataar was only able to briefly soak in the sight before a watchtower spotted them, a loudspeaker blaring an attack notification in Grozyar. Without a warning, the geurillas charged down the hill towards the town, with Ganbataar and the other Zoboyizakoplayoklotis reluctantly following suit. It took almost no time for Grozyar reinforcements to arrive, and Ganbataar soon found himself firing back at the ones his nation was supposed to be helping. The deed had been done, and from there, there was no return.

[Grozav Inima]

Gránátos Jóska Gárdonyi
1. Gyaloghadosztály, 8. Gyalogezred
Szent Mikhail, Southern Csoportsag

Theme Song

Gárdonyi dragged the young communist out his front door, his brother-in-arms opened the rear door of their Kocsi SKJ 4WD. Gárdonyi threw the man inside violently, before slamming the door after him. Just moments later, they heard the unmistakeable sound of gunfire. At first they shrugged it off, a village with a large communist presence, and a large number of trigger happy paramilitaries would see many executions before the occupation was over. But they became more concerned at the sound of returning gunfire, then explosions, and the sound of battle rising to a fatal crescendo.

"Load up, quickly now boys, we have contact!" their Káplár said. They rushed into the Kocsi, their rifles loaded and safety off. "Come in Baseplate, this is Corporal Marián Németh, Nimród Company, 48th Infantry Battalion, do you read me, over?" he said into the radio as the driver fired up the engine.

"Roger that, Corporal Németh, we have confirmed contact with Guerillas in the northern suburbs of the city, Csoportsagi Air Support is inbound, you are to rendezvous with the rest of the 48th at Point ZX-555, Pataki Mount Cathedral, Over," came the response.

"Orders confirmed Baseplate, Németh out," the Corporal said. "Get moving, driver, take us to the Cathedral."

The Kocsi took off quickly, the engine roared as they drove down the street, other cars moving to the side of the road to make room for them, most of the drivers jumping out and running indoors at the sounds of the battle growing around them. The Cathedral was a point just 600m down the road, and was really more of a large church, typical of those found in ex-Grozyar colonies, a simple sandstone veneer and a large yard surrounding it, which served as a temporary base of operations for the 48th Battalion as they continued their house-to-house clearing operations. As they approached the Cathedral, evidence of the battle piled up, IFVs and APCs rumbled past, as well as footsoldiers setting up defences, manning mortars by the side of the road, and rounding up civilians.

They pulled up beside the Cathedral, to the sound of a pair of Csoportsagi K-9C "Tropic Lightning"s roaring overhead, Gárdonyi looked up to see eight small projectiles, glistening in the sun, streak downwards towards the ground. As the Lightning's flew off quickly, the bombs struck an area of the jungle just outside of the city, with a bright orange flash, eight massive napalm explosions lit up the sky, the face-melting napalm would cling to the skin of the guerillas, and burn them to an agonizing, yet quick, death.

Gárdonyi quickly followed his team as they rendezvoused with the rest of the battalion. They found their parent platoon, which was awaiting their return. Their squad loaded into a Qenstani IFV transport, while the rest of the platoon loaded into their own.

The response of the Republican Guard would need to be swift and punishing, make an example of every last guerilla they found, with the brutality and effectiveness the 1st Division was world-famous for. The only prisoners they would take would be subject to extreme torture and summary execution. For the Roman Aur Division took no chances, and gave no mercy.

[Zoboyizakoplayoklot]

Szent Mikhail
The fighting in Szent Mikhail was fierce. The guerrillas significantly outnumbered the Grozyars, with training and weaponry being the sole obstacle preventing the guerrillas from taking the town. After the initial two attacks began, guerrilla troops continued to pour out of the jungle, with some being gunned down immediately, while others managed to fight effectively. However, the Zoboyizakoplayoklotis remained among the most deadly combatants on the battlefield, with their SpecOps training and experience causing them to fight extremely well in comparison to the guerrillas. Despite this, the relatively small number of Zoboyizakoplayoklotis rendered the battle to remain quite even, as the Grozyars were also in possession of training and weapons superior to the guerrillas, with numbers being the guerrillas sole advantage. Guerrilla casualties were climbing gradually, but it was not yet a reason to retreat back into the jungle. They could sow more havoc among their enemies.

While the inner areas of the city were nearly untouched, the outer and mid areas became more and more war torn, with guerrilla IED's and Grozyar artillery ravaging the outskirts. Ganbataar crouched behind the ledge of a building which had previously been victim to a mortar strike, the three guerrillas who had previously held that ground now lying dead. Ganbataar didn't like it, but he knew that there was a low chance of the Grozyars calling in a mortar strike on the same place twice. Being in that building was the safest option, despite the smell of scorching corpses.

The raid was going well overall, despite steady casualties on both sides. It continued that way for some time, and Ganbataar even briefly thought that perhaps a strategic victory was possible. The possibility of victory was shining in the eyes of the CPLF, right up until the napalm rained from the sky. The bombing occurred on the side of the town opposite from Ganbataar's contingent, but the flames of the napalm and screams of their allies are easily identifiable. Flames torched the trees and buildings, as CPLA militants died a martyr's death. The casualties on that side would be much greater, no doubt, but it would not be until after the battle was over that the full scale would he realized. Ganbataar and the other Zoboyizakoplayoklotis could do nothing but cross their fingers and hope that not too many of their kin had been engulfed in flames. For many of the guerrillas, the napalm strike was highly demoralizing, even for those who only beared witness.

Ganbataar continued to fire from his cover, secretly hoping for a retreat. Despite greatly outnumbering the Grozyars, the guerrillas were outgunned just as much. Wielding simple kalishnikovs, the Zoboyizakoplayoklotis must have looked like super soldiers with their T91's. If the assault was drawn out for too much longer, the risk of Zoboyizakoplayoklotis being captured or dying only increased. Grabbing the walkie-talkie off of a guerrillas corpse behind him, Ganbataar frantically tried to get a hold of the guerrilla leader.

"Hello? For zöndöö's sake, someone answer this thing! We need to retreat!" he said into the speaker. For a time there was only static, which Ganbataar felt oddly comforting due to that fact it was something other than gunfire, explosions, or panicked screaming. The static went on for a minute, before at last someone picked up.

"Hello my Zoboyizakoplayokloti comrade," chimed the guerrilla leader. "I'm afraid to tell you that we won't be retreating just yet. To do so would be cowardly! Also, I just called for armored reinforcements."

As the guerrilla leader's voice cut out Ganbataar hurled the walkie-talkie back into the corner. They needed to end this fight with what they had, not prolong it. But as Ganbataar heard the familiar sound of armoured combat vehicles, he felt a twinge of relief. As he peered out of the building hopefully though, that relief was replaced by a sense of ridicule. Rolling down the street was a pair of PcKTr-36 Caracals, with nine or so Goosetail's taking up the rear. Ganbataar sneared at the sight of them. Their armored reinforcements were Stone Age era vehicles that easily could've been replaced by a mammoth with an SMG. At best Ganbataar thought, it would buy them time.

Strait of Agualados, 20 km from international waters
Admiral Mekere Paka stood on the bridge of his Rio Damuji-class frigate, the Kahuna, the waves of the sea lapping against its hull as the Kahuna headed towards international waters, and beyond that, Csoportsagi waters. The Kahuna brought up the point with the full strength of the Agualadosan navy coming from behind, prepared for a do-or-die confrontation with the Csoportsagi's. Whoever won the upcoming battle would gain crucial naval superiority for what would hopefully be enough time to end the war. Paka had no doubt in his mind that it could happen in Agualados' favour, but one thing worried him. The Csoportsagis were in possession of a sole destroyer which could ravage the entire Agualadosan navy with ease. The Admiral was confident that without the destroyer, appropriately named the Csoportosag, the Agualadosans could win. But to do so, they would need to throw everything they had at the destroyer. The Rio Damuji class frigates such as the Kahuna were to focus on the Csportosag, meanwhile, the two Pauk class corvettes and eight OSA class middle boats would cover their asses. Also on standby were two squadrons of PeK-4's, assigned to the role of fighting off any Csoportsagi attempts at air superiority as well as giving hell to the Csoprtosag.

The seas were calm, with not a cloud in the sky. Fish swam deep below, dolphins swimming alongside the boats. It was a shame that in time the beautiful waters would become stained in oil and blood. It was not ideal, but inevitable. Steel hulls would sink to the bottom, curiously prodded at by the fish, with the corpses of sailors would be quickly devoured by sharks. Naval warfare at its finest, some might say.

[Alazonti]

7:30 PM,

During a heavy downpour, General Hakkel was taking a staff car to his residence, after a long days work of making plans to invade some socialist countries to the east, he was informed of the two nations Agualdosan and Csoportsag going to war with each other, by built-in car telephone.

Hakkel: *Picks up the phone after struggling a bit* "Yes, my good sir?"

"Ever heard of Agualdosan and Csoportsag?
"I believe I haven't, sir."
"Well, the two just went to war with each other..."
"Are one of them socialist?"
"I believe so, yes."
"I'll be sure to notify the Supreme Leader once I do my research, but with that being said, how do you know about this supposed war?"
"Remember Brasilistan? There is apparently a newspaper article still running, and apparently there are these two nations that we haven't really heard of."
"And why should we particularly care, besides that one of the countries are socialist?"
"Not sure."
"Ah well, I guess I'll be keeping an eye of them.I'm sure that the socialists will be put down before long. Have a nice day there, Mcarthy, stay safe out there."
"You too, General."

*Hakkel then proceeds to hang up*

"Ah, my residence is just up here, thank you for the ride, major."

[Grozav Inima]

Gránátos Jóska Gárdonyi
1. Gyaloghadosztály, 8. Gyalogezred
Szent Mikhail, Southern Csoportsag
Theme Song

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The Sheepdog Infantry Fighting Vehicles engines roared as it sped down the city streets, it turned a corner and screeched to a halt, a series of sharp thudding sounds penetrating the air as the powerful 30mm autocannons shot through the air, punching vicious holes in the guerilla forces arrayed against them. The door at the back swung open, and the autocannon let loose another burst of its brutal lead death. Within a heartbeart they could hear the ominous rumbling of the GP63 machinegun, spitting out hot lead at 1200 rounds per minute, tearing through anything in sight like a ravenous buzz saw.

The Pancelgránátosai poured out the back, their heads down, safe under the covering fire of the IFV, they rushed out to the sides of the roads, through the optics of his K114 rifle, Gárdonyi quickly scanned the scene, they were at a T-intersection, at one end was another squad of Grozyar Grenadiers, he took a quick glance at the IFV, with a mechanical sound, the turret continuously made slight adjustments, immediately firing its cannon. The other end of the street was full of corpses, some Grozyar, but mostly guerillas.

"It's got them pinned down by a building at the end of the road!" one of his brothers-in-arms shouted over the cacophany, three of them lay prone on the ground, one with a mobile GP63 and two others with K114's. They let off rounds in semi-automatic, giving them rapid, controllable fire. It was always tempting for untrained soldiers to resort to fully-automatic fire too often, wasting ammunition and decreasing accuracy, the Republican Guard knew better, in semi automatic they could quickly recover, shot-for-shot, and ensure they hit whatever they were aiming for. The GP63 did not have the same elegance and precision, if the K114 was a ballet dancer, the GP63 was a bulldozer, shooting lead at a faster pace than any other light machinegun in service in Atlas, it absolutely destroyed anything caught in it's terrible fire.

The rest of the squad, Gárdonyi included, quickly pushed up the sides of the street under the supporting fire. This was the one situation where the Pancel-Grenadiers would flip their rifles to full-auto, checking the houses they passed, swiftly and efficiently. They could be confident their brothers would keep the Guerillas at the end of the street from firing on them as they advanced. They hit the building and the rolling thunder of their machineguns suddenly stopped, Gárdonyi was the first to breach, the door had been already blown off it's hinges by the 30mm cannon, he rolled a grenade into the room, and prepared to follow it in.

The Blast shook the walls and blew out windows on the opposite side of the road, at least, any windows still unbroken, but there was no time to waste. He turned the corner, instantly scanning the situation, peering through the dust and smoke still drifting through the air, he spotted a man lying on the ground, haemorrhaging blood like a faucet, maybe he was already dead, maybe he wasn't, it didn't matter, a quick burst of four rounds would make sure.

He heard the crack of bullets to each side as his brothers fired in turn, without missing a beat, they kept moving, each room a dance with death, each time, the dance ended with a dead or dying communist.

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Karabélyos Nikifor Ilarion
1. Gyaloghadosztály, 8. Gyalogezred
Szent Mikhail, Southern Csoportsag

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On the outskirts of the city, the fighting was the most fierce, while the CPLF had some supporters causing trouble in the city proper, it was easily put down due to their pathetic armament, their pitiful training, and the fact that most barely had four bullets in the magazine. On the outskirts, the CPLF seemed to have organised an insane amount of material, far more than the Csoportsagi Independent Army or Koz Gard had ever imagined, including tanks, APCs, and some decently trained individuals with some hefty material support including mortars, large amounts of ammunition, and IEDs. The Grozyars, however, were slowly gaining the advantage. The early battle had regrettably seen extensive casualties for the 8th Regiment, but as they managed to organize a proper response, the casualties evened out, while the guerillas only took more and more casualties.

In a ditch, muddy and awkward, Ilarion and his squad were engaged in a firefight with an enemy team, some 100m away, holed out in a building which had received quite a pounding in the battle. "Now!" he shouted, and the ten heads of his squad popped up from over the ridge. Ilarion peered down his sight, quickly sighting a target in a window, and wasting no time before sending a round down towards it. He hovered over the window for a moment for possible follow up shots, before quickly acquiring another target, and firing as well. The CPLF returned their fire, with surprising accuracy and efficiency, uncharacteristic of the guerillas.

A flurry of gunfire cut down many of his brothers, as the rest rapidly retreated behind cover again. More bullets came, cutting into the lifeless corpse of the man beside Ilarion. "Oh, Jesus, Grigor?" Ilarion felt the rising panic grip him for an instant, before his training kicked back in. He pulled his brother-in-arms from the enemy fire. The roaring of engines quickly filled his ears, "Oh kurva!" he swore, quickly peeking up from over the ridge, two Caracals and nine Goosetails, outdated, sure, but they were still armoured vehicles when it really came down to it.

"God-fuckin-damnit!" he swore as he grabbed his radio, "We need some fucking fire support over here!" he shouted into it, back to home base, "Count two Caracals, four Goosetails, confirmed hostile, over. Adler Company, Grid Reference 41-24, over!"

A tense moment passed. "Hold tight, Adler Company, air support inbound on your coordinates," came the response.

He pulled the Pancel-Rakéta from Grigor's back, looping the strap over his lifeless head, feeling a pang of despair as Grigor's eyes seemed to look right at him. "Gránátok ki!" he shouted, and what remained of hsi squad pulled the pins on the grenades, tossing them randomly before them. As the explosions followed one after one, Ilarion revealed himself once more, pointing the PcR at the nearest Caracal, the warhead streaked towards it, struck the lower glacis, and blew it sky high.

The last thing Ilarion ever saw was the main gun of the second Caracal swivel over towards them.

[Zoboyizakoplayoklot]

Szent Mikhail
The longer the fighting was prolonged, the more bodies there were to fill the streets, be them Csoportsagi, Grozyar, or Zoboyizakoplayokloti. The mechanical rumble of the CPLF armor rolled through the streets, cutting further and further into the Grozyar ranks. The guerrillas commanding the Carcals and Goosetails were overzealous however, charging in without sufficient fire support or intel. Despite bringing down large numbers of Grozyars with them, one Caracal and three Goosetails now lay broken in the streets, with most of them remarkably damaged beyond repair. Though the CPLF's armored reinforcements had the potential to have swayed the battle in the guerrillas favor, they had only brought a brief surge in energy and momentum, which died out relatively quickly with the help of the menacing fire of the Grozyar IFV's. With the CPLF's final push coming to an end as a result, some of the more cowardly guerrillas began to throw down their weapons and flee, much to the annoyance of the Zoboyizakoplayokloti forces. A select few CPLF members had been given Tuman-519 service rifles by the Zoboyizakoplayoklotis, and with the iconic Zoboyizakoplayokloti weapon scattered on the streets of Szent Mikhail it would do nothing but increase the chances of the Zoboyizakoplayoklotis cover being blown. On top of that, fleeing Csoportsagis left a growing number of Zoboyizakoplayoklotis isolated on the battlefield, making them easily picked off and killed, or worse, captured and taken as a POW.

As the situation grew more and more hopeless for the attacking force, the Zoboyizakoplayoklotis, fed up with the growing incompetence of the CPLF and afraid for their own well being, began to slowly withdraw from the city as well, scattering their last remaining IED's and explosives along the streets. Maintaining contact with the enemy as they pulled out, they managed to successfully create a few extra dead Grozyars while not losing many of their own. Despite this successful retreat, the Zoboyizakoplayokloti numbers had thinned by maybe twenty or so over the course of the battle, including those who had gone MIA or been taken captive. The Zoboyizakoplayoklotis left the battle feeling slightly disheartened; though they had managed to deal significant amounts of damage to the Grozyar force, they had also lost more of their own then they had hoped to. If they weren't careful, there wouldn't be a Zoboyizakoplayokloti force for too much longer. All they could do for now though was cross their fingers and hope the Agualadosans crossed the Strait soon. That way, the Agualadosans could fight the regulars and the Zoboyizakoplayoklotis could stick to sabatoge and small raids, which was what they had been sent to do.

As the Battle of Szent Mikhail winded down, Commander Paola Olasz of the CPLF stood on a hill, gazing down at the town through a pair of brand new binoculars. The binos had been in one of many crates of supplies sent by the Zoboyizakoplayoklotis, and the Commander had taken quite a large liking to them. They seemed to fit his face perfectly, and watching the battle below, he felt almost relaxed. It was hard to relax though when you had to watch your men run like cowards, the small number of foreigners bearing the grunt of the work. They fought well, in his opinion. Prior to joining the CPLF, Olasz had been a Sergeant in the Csoportsagi army, and the Zoboyizakoplayokloti Special Forces were certainly better than most troops he had seen in his lifetime. It was a shame there were only so many of them. Instead, he would have to rely on his own soldiers, who fought like lions at the beginning of the battle, but turned into screaming children later on. It was only a matter of time before the Agualadosans arrived though, or at least he hoped it was. The Agualadosan Navy would have to gain control of the Strait first, and if they failed to do so, they would have to rely on themselves to establish a socialist Csoportsag, a feat which while possible, would be much harder without Agualadosan support. This battle had gone well enough, but conventional warfare would grow to be much more difficult if it was only the Zoboyizakoplayoklotis and CPLF doing the fighting. Olasz cursed under his breath as his transport arrived, a simple jeep, chosen for its inconspicuousness. There was still gunfire and artillery firing in the town, the last of the guerrillas and Zoboyizakoplayoklotis yet to leave they city. It was best that he left before the fighting was over though. Being a high level officer in the CPLF, he could not risk capture or death. As his jeep rolled down the dirt roads, he listened closely to the fading sounds of gunfire and artillery, longing to bring the the fight to the imperialists once more.

Ganbataar was relieved to at last be out of the city. To his knowledge, all of the remaining Zoboyizakoplayoklotis and guerrillas were now out of the city, and the roar of cheering Grozyars could be heard in the city centre. The Zoboyizakoplayoklotis still had one more trick up their sleeve, however. As they had been on their way out of the city, they had placed C4's and IED's sporadically, and those which had not already been found by the Grozyar troops were primed for detonation. Two different detonators, two sets of explosives, one large bang. Ganbataar looked over at the Zoboyizakoplayokloti who held the detonators, and nodded. The Zoboyizakoplayokloti pressed the two big red buttons, and Ganbataar watched as the city outskirts became flooded with debris and smoke. A job well done? Possibly, but now it was time for him to finally head to the CPLF camp and leave this God forsaken city behind. To his knowledge, the Battle of Szent Mikhail was over.

[Grozav Inima]

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Kapitány Boris Gusztáv
Captain of the CKH Csoportsag
Agualados Straight
Theme

The CKH Csoportsag could not fall, the ship essentially was the Csoportsagi navy, sure, there were plenty of Inima PT boats, but at the best of times these were armed with little more than a couple of Starcrash AShMs and Crossbow Guided Missiles. The CIWS of the Csoportsag, her AShMs and electronics were almost world-class, being a ship given for free in 1995 by the Grozyar Navy following what was intended to be her scuttling and retirement.

Just off the coast of Ognian, the Csoportsag and her escort of 5 Inima-Classes (2 of which were upgraded to 2014 pattern), fired the inaugural shot for the coming naval battle that could very well decide the fate of the war. A Grozyar AEW&C aircraft, known as the "Overseer Goliath" transmitted targeting data to the Csoportsag and it's EHIR-77 Starcrash anti-ship missiles, with a range of over 100km, and could travel at speeds in excess of 800km/h, it only outranged the Stasnovan 1960s era Termit missiles of the Agualadosan fleet by about 40km, and they would need to make the most of what they had. The Csoportsag focused on the Osa class missile boats, the Pauk-classes were not equipped with Termit Missiles, and would be little threat until they got into range to use their 76mm cannons, or engage their supporting aircraft with their SA-N-5 SAMs.

The Rio Damuji's weren't significant threats, they barely exceeded an osa-class in terms of firepower, and were more large and cumbersome, alone, even the three of them stood no chance against the Csoportsag, the Osa-classes and their Termit missiles were the true threat, once they were neutralised, the battle would be essentially won. In addition, the Osa-class were the only boats with CIWS, which meant the obvious priorities would need to be on them.

The two 2014-pattern Inima's fired two Starcrashes each, both at two separate Osa's, the Csoportsag, fired four more of its own, two at one Osa, and the other two at the other. The CIWS of the Osa would probably be able to intercept the first missile, but it was hoped that the first missile would buy enough time for the second missile to strike home, and of all the threats the Osa had, it had one weakness, with one missile the Osa would be lost. In addition, the Csoportsag fired out of its Vertical Launch System a STIR-83TEH anti-ship cruise missile, which moved at just shy of 900 km/h, at one of the Rio-Damujis, which, unfortunately for them, had no CIWS systems to intercept. The STIR had a range in excess of 850km, but unfortunately they didnt have the targeting data to fire it at the enemy fleet until Overseer Goliath arrived. The 450kg of explosives would tear a hell of a hole into the Rio Damuji, if it didn't sink it, it would force it back to Vizold.

21 V-14C "Tropic Cyclones" and 18 V-7C "Tropic Lightnings" waited in the base of Ognian. The V-7 and PeK-4 were essentially identical, both in appearance and performance, but the V-14 completely outclassed the PeK-4, but they were only available in limited numbers, and would still be susceptible to the SAMs on the enemy Pauk-Class corvettes, which meant the application of the Csoportsagi aircraft would be limited to maintaining their airspace against Agualadosan incursions, they couldn't risk their air force attacking the enemy fleet.

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Roham-Káplár Simon Szabolcs
1. Gyaloghadosztály, 8. Gyalogezred
Szent Mikhail, Southern Csoportsag

The Battle was all but over, at least for now... It was fairly short, but brutal, the CPLF had thrown hardware the Csoportsagis and Koz Gard has no idea they were capable of deploying. A couple of captured Goosetails was expected, but for the CPLF to deploy multiple Caracals was a frightening prospect. However, It wasn't something that would cause significant problems for the Koz Gard, the Caracals took alot of fuel, and guerillas couldnt operate them for long, they were outdated, large and clumsy, and easy prey for Grozyar ATGMs, helo or air support. It was doubtful that the Caracals would seriously offer much tactical advantage to the CPLF. Of course they would be a valuable asset for morale, and could possibly frighten Csoportsagi conscripts, but the Koz Gard weren't easily phased, and certainly not by tanks from the 1960s.

The counter attack would come very shortly, all five Turul COIN aircraft of the CIAF had arrived at the Martinov Air Base, and would be able to provide air support for the Grozyar forces within ten minutes, in addition to the 24 V-7 multiroles which had been such a large factor in the success of the last battle. But the war wasn't won, this little insurrection would be crushed like the filthy bugs they were. The dead counter for the Insurgents numbers at about 700 or 800, the official count of Grozyar dead was just over 200. That time they had been caught by surprise, the next time the CPLF wouldn't be so lucky, even now, as they scattered like cockroaches into the hills, tails between their legs, they didn't know the true extent of the retribution which was to be delivered unto them.

Finch helicopters roamed the skies, feeding intel back to the home base, occasionally a V-7 would fly over, drop its payload, deliver righteous destruction upon the small groups of fleeing insurgents, before returning home.

The Republican Guard moved out, in ambush protected Infantry Fighting Vehicles, protected by superior firepower and training. The time had come for Shock and Awe.

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Agent Gergő Konrád 'Rekviem'
Republican Guard - Intelligence
Szent Mikhail, Southern Csoportsag

In an undisclosed location, somewhere underground, probably, Agent Requiem and the captured soldier sat across from each other, the soldier cuffed and stiff-lipped. He had not spoken himself thus far, but the circumstances spoke for themselves. He didn't belong in this theatre, he spoke Grozyar, sure, but his accent and dialect was way off, his equipment too, didn't remotely match the arsenal of the CPLF, even the ethnicity of the man, some kind of asian, didn't fit with the profile of a CPLF militant, whatsoever.

He was found with a Zoboyizok-made Tuman-519 rifle, rarely found outside Zoboyizakoplayoklot, his dogtag included letters which translators put as Native Zoboyizakoplayokloti, while his uniform was nondescript, he also seemed to hold some native Zoboyizoki good luck and religious charms.

"No need to be coy, Mr. Batbayar," the Agent said, "With native Zoboyizakoplayokloti on your dogtag, a Zoboyizakoplayokloti rifle in your hands, and a Zoboyizakoplayokloti ethnicity in your genes, it is no question where you come from or who sent you. Right now, all we wish to know from you, is why."

So far he had been uncooperative, Konrád did not wish to move on to more... effective... methods of interrogation, but for now, the soldier offered no alternative, it was admirable in a way how he was not willing to sell out his nation, but ultimately futile, the evidence for intervention by their supposed ally was already overwhelming. All that could be done now was minimise the damage.

[Zoboyizakoplayoklot]

Somewhere near Szent Mikhail
Batbayar wished he hadn't been such a coward. Surrounded by enemy troops with no allies in sight, he should've just raised his gun and fired on the Grozyars, and although his body would've become riddled with holes, he would still have retained his honour. He should have just swallowed his pride and accepted his death, but no, his wussy ass couldn't do it. He surrendered like a child would have, and by doing so he had put the entire operation at risk. His mistake, which had resulted in his capture, now proved that Zoboyizakoplayoklot was supporting Agualados. He knew he could deny it, make up a story about how he was a defected Zoboyizakoplayokloti soldier who volunteered, but he knew it would futile to try and bullshit his way out of this. But what could he do? He couldn't just tell the interrogator "You got me. We're here to curb the growth of your foreign influence, and also to flip you one big bird." Doing that would just be giving the Grozyars what they wanted, and although he could no longer deny Zoboyizakoplayoklot's involvement, he still didn't need to tell the truth.

"You want me to give you a reason, pottyer darga? Or as you might say in your tongue, faszfej? Batbayar chuckled. "Fine. I'll give you a reason. Your nation is a manifestation of imperialism, of unbridled greed and carelessness. At one point, my country burned at your hands. Families starved to death in their own homes, parents rationing their children to a sole stick of butter. You worked my people in the mines, forcing us to use our lands wealth for your own betterment. Those who lived alongside the ocean were kicked out of their homes to make room for your settlers, my people who moved being made to abandon lifestyles of fishing for those of farming and breeding. And what did we get in return for all this? New roads, some buildings, and enough blood and tears to flood Auchoi. I am here fighting for the Zobik people's own vengeance, for the liberty of the Agualadosans and Csoportsagis, and for the memory of those who also died fighting for Zoboyizakoplayoklot's freedom.

Batbayar knew he could've ended it there, but he wanted to see to Grozyar agents rage. "Also, I am in no way affiliated with the Zoboyizakoplayokloti government. On top of that, I'm the only Zoboyizakoplayokloti here."

That was sure to trigger him.

Outside Szent Mikhail
Although the battle proper was over, the killing that stained the Csoportsagi ground was not yet finished. The CPLF had been routed, fleeing desperately into the jungle as Grozyar air forces nipped at their ankles, damaging morale and adding more casualties to the kill count. Helicopters and the occasional multi-role would sweep over the tree line, and even when they didn't kill anything but flora and fauna, the psychological attack was extremely successful. The CPLF feared for their lives even as they fled, the shadow of Grozyar militarism spreading into their home turf, the exotic wilderness of Csoportsag. Most guerrillas just ran in a straight line, knowing they would find a way back to Communist held territory at some point, while others took shelter in the plentisome spider holes in the area. The air attacks weren't the only problem on the guerrillas minds, however. Grozyar IFV's rolled down the dirt roads, in hot pursuit of the already broken CPLF attackers.

Aware that they were being pushed back to the point of disaster, the Zoboyizakoplayoklotis, who were amongst those fleeing, tried their best to deter the Grozyar pursuit. They layed what little explosives they had left along the road, hoping that they would be enough to take out at least a couple of Grozyar vehicle.

The real problem towards the guerrillas came from the sky and the Grozyar helicopters, however, and unfortunately those would be harder to deal with. But luckily, the Zoboyizakoplayokloti TBN forces were no marginally trained revolutionaries.

"Comrade, there's one coming!" shrieked the CLPF troop, a Grozyar helicopter flying right towards his position. With him was a Zoboyizakoplayokloti soldier, wielding the guerrillas Strela-2 MANPAD launcher.

"I told you, stop calling me that!" the Zoboyizakoplayokloti barked back. "Let me do my goddamn job!"

The missle flew from the launcher, the recoil almost knocking the exhausted soldier onto his back. All was well though, as the Zoboyizakoplayokloti looked up to see an explosion in place of the helicopter, and a look of sheer admiration on the guerrillas face. It was only one of many helicopters laying waste to the retreating forces, but it was a start.

Strait of Agualados
"Admiral! Admiral! They've got the jump on us!"

Admiral Paka stormed across the bridge of the Kahuna, the young radio operator flinching at his approach. The Admiral had been hoping to get first blood in the quest for naval dominance in the conflict, and he envisioned taking the first losses as a severe disadvantage.

"WHAT!?" he bellowed furiously, shaking the whole room with the force of his voice. "Please tell me it wasn't anything major. And if it was-" the Admiral trailed off, clenching his fist and pursing his lips.

"That's the problem, sir," the operator responded fearfully. "If my reports are correct... then we lost four Osa-classes, and the Haka is crippled. She's going to have to return to port, if she can even make it that far." As soon as the words came out of her mouth, the operator knew she had just awaken a beast. The Admiral was notorious for the extent of his temper, especially during occasions of great importance. Rumours say that he once flipped over an entire row of desks while doing an exam at the Military Academy of Włoszczowa during his youth. Thus, it was no surprise that essentially losing five ships would send him off.

"GWAAAAAAAH! Poaka whakatara!" the Admiral wailed, stomping his feet and thrashing around his arms in a tantrum loud enough for the whole ship to hear. "Get the Kahuna in range of the Csoportsag!" he called out to no one in particular. "Until then, I want the remaining Osa's to unleash their Termit missles on that God forsaken ship. Actually, throw everything we have at it! Get our Pek's in the air and have them join in on the blitz, but have our Pauks watch the skies for enemy aircraft. I don't care how many casualties we take, I want that ship sunk!

Afraid that the Admiral would combust and torch up the whole ocean, the crew complied, moving the Kahuna in range to use its Termits on the Csoportosag. Although the Csoportosag would likely be able to intercept the first couple of missles, under the pressure of four Osa's and the Kahuna severe damage would likely still be done. The Osa's, being already in range, released their payload, four Termits each, twenty total. It would take some time for the Kahuna to get close enough to fire its Termits and make use of its 100 mm turret, which had been taken from an aging T-55, but hopefully the Pauk's would be able to keep the ship safe until then. Meanwhile, two squadrons of Agualadosan Pek-4's took off from the coast, heading in the direction of the Csoportsag. Multi role fighters equipped primarily for air-to-ground and air-to-air combat, they were going to be significantly less effective than a bomber equipped with actual anti-ship armaments, but the Agualadosans were confident they would get the job done. Many would surely perish in the charge however, and it was possible that quite a few might not even reach the objective. They would have to make the sacrifice if they wanted to win, though. And as the whole war hung in the balance, they really, really wanted to win.