The Final Battle
Part II
November 2nd, Maslinovo Dolishte
Razpruchihujnik Penisolove Pruchlichkov arrived with the train. With him were over a thousand other fighters like the rapper Kukuruz Zlatanszky and the famed warrior Kirka Gradniarska. The batch of retrieved VA-37M tanks arrived too. Other heavy vehicles and hardware were unloaded in the nearby town, preparing for a counter attack. The demi-god Rapruchihujnik was inspecting the formation of his great Pruch warriors, strong weightlifters like the one that managed to haul a tank back in time, Kukuruz, the machine gunner Kelly, Ernie the grenadier and many other reknown fighters. Partizan groups were also arriving left and right, ready to take this bitch, Maslinovo Dolishte. Elite guards were placed to guard the nuclear facility, as well as a few AA defences, as much as the pruches had. The counter offensive was almost ready to be initiated...
November 4th
General Vatnik Vitalopruchev was also near the frontline, in the mountainous village Prahutka. He was monitoring the ongoin situation with his binoculars, near the HQ tent. An angry pruch man of Churkovo descent came wielding a hatchet, angered and unpolite. He was screaming obscenities, not wanting to leave it all behind due to a stupid war.
"How am I gonna leave my beautiful herd of goats? Who is going to milk them? How am I going to feed me focken family mate?" the middle-aged pruch screamed.
"The parliament voted that our prime minister will evacuate your people, you are near the battle zone, citizen. Papardák Zagruzk'le orders immediate retreat. Listen to the Prime Minister..."
"ME NO LISTEN TO ONE NO!" the pruch angrily attempted to chop off the General's beard but was shot by the guards who came out of the HQ tent. Later that day the offender was arrested and charged with attempted homicide.
As for Major General Vatnik, he had a pending call.
"Hello President Oïshlat, the donations we have received from our investitor are supreme. I hope they are enough to wipe out the enemies... We only want freedom, nothing more."
"Dear General, I plan on enacting a truce... we cannot hold on for any longer. Our first attack was unsuccessful and this isn't even their full might, these are only Brashipur One Brashipur units. It is heaven or hell, ko4es approaching from east, cheches opposing us from west. Madyaks will soon grab our testicles again... we simply must. For now, take this bitch!"
"AS you SAY, President!" proudly closed the conversation the General.
In the capital city of Kijrahundra Pruchindol main cityPresident Bismarin Oïshlat Pishledilkvamru Kozelov came onto the stage in the main square, The Great Pruchevez' Square. Under the stars of the night sky. Thousands of Pruches were braced for the worst and it was his task to calm them down. Children of all ages, men of old and new, mothers of fighters and lovers, german muscle machines like Dolph Lundgren and Walker, the Texan ranger were there, ready to listen to the leader.
We are gathered here for this is probably the most significant battle ever. Last year, we managed ot defend our capital from the enemy. We protected our freedom and our right to life. Our people, the warriors that decided to sacrifice all so we can be standing here, have shed enough blood. They will shed more today, hopefully for one last time for the name of our Gods. In the name of Pruch! We all must be forever thankful to Great Slavyaniya for funding our efforts, thankful to the BOS that decided to fight with us and to Icewraith for providing them despite their attempts at antagonising us. Proud of our sons that shed sweat and blood for us, the daughters that also shed blood during labour so we can have even more bodies for... I mean warriors for freedom. The mothers that have raised them. The Revanchists are with us, The Pruch Jedi Order will also aid our final battle. The battle for Maslinovo Dolishte for there is our only source of power, the nuclear reactors that bring electricity and the internet to you and me. Without electricity, we are dead. We need it to prosper, to win battles, to spread our religion of peace, to plead for help. Pruch wouldn't be here if it wasn't for this central. It marks a hallmark in our excistence. Once a part of Ko4land and Chechilistan, now we are independent due to this complex. We must fight for it in the name of Pruch, in the name of freedom! Without further ado, let the parade start! All cheer without hesitation, the machines march onto the square and into the cargo vehicles, straight into sunset as they depart for battle. Tanks like the famed T-72B3 stolen from the cheches and captured Ko4vodnik 1 tanks from ko4land, as well as many artillery pieces and flame tanks Durlayskiy. T-64 Burla from Madekistan, T 2-1000 too, all that the Pruches had, and more. T-34s from museums and IS-3s were rolled into defensive positions around the capital.
November 4th, dawn
First strikes upon Maslinovo Dolishte were initiated.
Forgive me father, for the blood I shed
The screams and wispers
Of shadow, of regret
Forgive me mother, for I have endured
Torture in agony, salvation in the pain
No more shall the shadow reign
The corpses of greed, bleed
Rivers of deceit upon the street
I get thrown into the fire
My mind is not hardwired
Let the blood soak
Into this mysterious land
When we, heroes
With our mysterious ways
We will save us
With our mysterious ways
Will you save us
From the prolific waves
Elite Pruch Commandos get thrown straight into the embers of the burning city to capture many strategic key points after the strikes of the Luna ballistic rockets were conducted. Artillery was also pummeling the Brashipur 1 Brashipur group. Hundreds of parapruches descend with parachutes from military freighters. Some are shot down by AA fire, other planes return to ferry more. Chech AA batteries were going off and downing many fighter jets, leaving the Pruch airforce crippled.
The city was greatly reinforced not only by the insurgents of Brashipur 1 Brashipur, but a combined force of madyaks and cheches. This came as a surprise to the pruch forces. The paratroopers seized a few strategic chokepoints and conducted several ambushes, but most were no match for the elite chech soldiers and strategies. The Pruches were exhausted, they had so much to learn.
Nevertheless, the target was softened up big time so the main action was due, the counter offensive! A pliers strategy was used, attempting to circle the enemy. Tactical tank strikes were required to capture territory. The tanks were supported by infantry. Everything was a bloodbath though. Razpruchihujnik was slaughtering madyaks and cheches, shredding their spines with his rockets and devouring their flesh with his teeth. His demigod status was unmatched among mortals and peasants.
Aerial strikes were halted because the pruches didn't want to lose all of their planes. This was like the battle of Stalingrad all over again. With no air support, the land forces had to rely on their own strength. Reflecting back on the capital defence, this seemed like an impossible task, even greater than the previous junction. An adversary as deadly as this was never seen. Bloodbaths were on ever corner, chech blood was flowing down the streets, pruch limbs were flying in the air, madyak scrotum hats and dicknoses were scattered all over the trees.
Kukuruz was rapping with the greatest flow ever while shooting up cheches and aggressive bashkulians with his golden desert eagles, tearing and ripping through their dirty green fles.
Crossed a nigga cross his eye, now he lookin at me like am whithe, he dare no say to me govno, the bear so gave two bees for uno.So majestic. His presence on the field gave a 50% increase in the morale of the friendly forces. But the tragedy struck, a downed Su-25 was built to fall. Literally, the pilot was untrained and the pruch incompetence saw him flying down and crashing into his own forces. Kukuruz was badly injured? Was this the end of his MC and political carreer?
Nope, lol. The mighty weightlifter threw another T-64 Bulat at the incoming cheches, it exploded into pieces and defended the retreat of Kukuruz. Kukuruz was now in a coma and was treated in the field hospital.
Does it make you happy now? whispered in his ear the Pruch God.
The situation seemed hopeless and nothing went anywhere... The standstill was on and ongoing... Pruches were xhausted and needed a miracle to happen, otherwise they would be curtstomped by the opposition.
November 6th
After days of fierce fighting, The Pruchorai finally arrived. The Unknown hero in captured T-72B4 (in white pruch markings and the Pruch Jedi Order coat of arms on the front), shooting down enemy helicopters with the ATGM gun-launched rounds. They fall onto cheches and explode into fiery balls of horror. Pruchurnik shot down dousens of madyak Mig-29s with his TIGHT fighter, annihilating and curtstomping everything in his path. A true deus ex-machina. Stargoat Yoda killed off thousands of incoming war robots with his green light sabre, stopping their advance and securing the main road towards the nuclear facility. With him was his partner in crime, Jose the testicle slaughterer. He proved his name by killing off thousands of madyaki soldiers by ascending them with The Force and choking them to death. A true power move.
Obi Wank Goatnobe clears every hall of every building in tandem with Kylo Krem and Razpruchihujnik. His giant kozichka woolly thing busts through defences and enforced concrete with its 3 ton body and giant horns, bringing the unstoppable force of the pruchorai with its heavenly majestical fat furry body.
Gary the ET was blasting troopers with its revolver blaster Typ 10 Polska, destroying many tanks with the powerful plasma beams. His weapon was made illegal by the intergalactic concil but too bad that the cheches and madyaks didn't know the Law of space and cosmos.
Overall it was a slaughter. Razpruchihujnik made an epic power move with Kylo Krem and threw him straight at an incoming armoured division of T-72B4s and T-72B3s, even some madekistanian O-T tanks. They proved no match for the banned in 13 galaxies SUPERSPIN barrel roll tactic that was employed by the thrown master of darkness and dankness, Kylo Krem. His red tornado sabre attack proved lethal and devestating, eliminating the whole armoured division, sparing no APc and IFV.
Albeit their gigantic effort, the fighting continued on for days... the battalion of shteches had a secret weapon - Cryptonid!!!
It could render the pruchorai's powers useless. Only The Unknown warrior had unlimited powah because he bribed the Intergalactic federation so they could inject anti-cryptonium into his blood stream. The Hero was truly masterful, he fended off countless enemy waves along with his powerful yet powerless jedi and pruch friends....
Countless ballistic missiles continued pummeling the battlefield and now it was resembling a WW1 frontline, the war was on yet again apparently. Infinite enemies were giving everything they had, on a never before seen scale... A push so big even women into labour couldn't substitute it. Chaos was ruling the battlefield.
Famed warrior Unborn was alone on a single hill near the suburbs which were in ruins. He had the high ground and mauled thousands of cheches, shlyosters and shteches, even madyaks and their shenanigans. The surroundings of the hill were crimson red, showered in the rays of the last sunny moments. Dawn was approaching. A single man left was he, the Unborn. His comrades were killed by an airstrike. He had thousands of ammo crates lying around him so he made use of them, indiscriminatory of the nature of the target. Even grenades were thrown down the incoming enemies. Then rocks. Then bodies. In the end, the Unborn warrior aspired to die in peace. He pulled out his bigass giga sword of justice and came rushing down the hill. Rain of fire and blood poured over him. Heavy rain, mud, dark clouds and madekistanians screaming into agony. His blade punching through their body cevlar vests and rendering every protection level obsolete. His heavy huge tough arms cracking open every level of certification of the chech helmets, rattling the brains of the chech beyond repair and into coma. A violent display of rage and half-human, half-goat primitive power this was. His sharp teeth chewed into the necks of the usurpers, his anger burning violently like a thousand suns. Even The Pruch Gods smiled upon his madness and frustration. His desperate attempts to survive were even respected by the cheches and the madyaks. The inner hatred of the Unborn was reflected with sheer power upon his enemies, bringing them into relentless suffering, not giving away the hill on which he lay resting a few hours ago. The Unborn has lost enough blood, but his will was neverending, like an infinite amount of the fines vodka powered him. After finishing the final straws of enemy forces, he managed to climb back onto the hill, pulling his spilt intestines with a broken arm and a shattered leg. Grunting relentlessly, fingers bloodied from rocks and stones, the Unborn climbed the summit of the soon-to-be place of eternal rest, he wanted to bathe into the last glimpses of sunshine.
The clouds were gone, so were the madyaks and cheches near that hill. Almost drunk-like from the battle, nearly dead and hazed fully, the Unborn was happy. He has served his Fatherland...
The lights began to fade, reflecting pictures from the past. Below the hill, onslaught. This life begins to fade, soon to be gone.
The sun has finally set.
November 8th...
Another wave approached them... it was a big black wave with some white dots inbetween. Some were bigger, many were on tanks. Many were helicoptering Wild screams could be heard.... This was no other than them...