Let Burn The National Socialist Pig [Attention: Birkaine]

by **Narcidia** » Fri Dec 03, 2010 11:51 am

The Dual Monarchy of Valo-Narcidia
Berlin - Narcidia

A similar scene played out within the ancient halls of the Narcidian Royal Palace. The Kaiser too was speaking to an assortment of nobility and generals of the Heer. "The Grand Duke speaks the truth." He said simply, his blind eyes staring out with eerie precision at the entourage of the gathered. "They call themselves by a different name now but their goal remains the same, the extermination of all life that is not their own twisted disgusting view of perfection."

"They and their allies start against the weak, like they have always done they choose the easiest targets; the women and the children of the Divinese people have done nothing to offend these monsters, these subhuman animals. They have committed genocide for vengeance against a man and government that have long since been dust."

"Their fascist warmongering must be put a final end to; already I have called for the secret assembling of the Heer, Luftwaffe and Kaiserliche Marine. No longer will these National Socialist pigs go and do as they please; no longer will they be able to exist in this world, my world as they see fit."

"No declaration will come, no warning of our strike against them and their disgusting incarnation of government. We are but a small force; but we will show them that though the Belkan super-state is disintegrated; there are those of us of Belkan origin who yet challenge their supposed might. We will show them what it is to be afraid, to be the conquered."

123rd Kaiserliche Soldat Regiment
Valo-Narcidian - Birkanian Border

Were they to see them coming they would see a force that looked outdated; but it only looked that way. Each jet fighter that streaked over head was fully modern, each assault rifle newly constructed and each heavy tank modern and freshly assembled from the factory line. The many lines of the regiment came forth like a tide of men and metal into the Birkanian homeland; no declaration came as promised. In the distance a similar line of the Valonian Heer could be seen, yet again the sister-states united to fight a common disgusting evil.

by **Birkaine** » Fri Dec 03, 2010 4:31 pm

For the last few months, the northern border of Birkaine had been a very tense area due to the fall of Belkaland. Violence and floods of refugees had overtaken most of the northern portion of Krovinozh Oblast, including rumors of plots to detonate nuclear devices within Birkaine itself. The anarchy of Belkaland was beggining to spill over into northern Birkaine. To deal with the influx of refugees and troublemakers, a good portion of the Birkanian Armed Forces had been deployed to the north, at the cost of losing military positions in the south to American forces. Thus, the influx of troops from Valonia and Narcidia didn't go undetected for much time, before it fell within the ample detection range of a couple JSTARS aircraft.

The readings were confirmed several times before the JSTARS operators alongside their AWACS homologues relayed the contacts with the ground forces. The enemy was converging on Molonssk Oblast, west of Krovinozh Oblast with what appeared to be a combined arms attack. The headquarters of the ground forces themselves were located in a large army base in Krovinozh, where the officer in charge. General Skhorokov didn't have the same experience as more well known officers of the Birkanian Army currently fighting abroad or in the south, he did have ample knowledge on the fighting capacities of the forces under his control, consisting mostly of armored battalions, reduced to small symbols and flags located atop a map which he overlooked from the command station in Utopognya Army Base, surrounding by the mumbling of comms officers and other military bureaucrats.

"So, did JSTARS have the common courtesy of identifying what units are currently in our territory?" Skhorokov asked, crossing his arms in front of the table as a lieutenant updated the position of the forces.
"Yes they did, albeit we only identified tracked units from wheeled ones. There appears to be a large quantity of armor heading southwards as we speak." A lower ranking officer noted, reading the oncoming reports "As well as two huge signatures, probably the Narcidian railway superguns. Three hundred plus aircraft."
"Fine, just what I needed" Skhorokov complained "That's all the information? I'm gonna need more if I'm expected to fight effectively over here"
"Fast reaction reconaissance is on standby" A colonel noted, rolling his eyes.
"Fine, send the 37th recon at once, I want an immediate report."

Another officer slammed his fist against the table, making everybody turn towards him. It was a Lt. General with an exasperated look.

"Were you taught strategy by children, General?" He asked, rising his tone "If recon takes point they're dead men. We need to mobilize our entire anti-aircraft arsenal right now. Their ground forces are secondary at best."
"We cannot just abandon the northern border" Another officer argued "What about all the anarchy in Belkaland? It's no secret it's getting spilled int our homeland."
"The anarchy is inconsequential compared to what will happen if the enemy gets through Molonssk" The Lt. General responded "Our damn capital is on the line!"

Everybody stood silent for a while, looking at each other. What the Lieutenant General said was true, the high command would have to risk the integrity of the entire northern border if they wanted to prevent the enemy form getting anywhere near Prostok.

"Fine" Skhorokov said "Move all of our anti-aircraft assets to Molonssk. Communicate with Senior Marshall Redlov and inform him that the Prostok missile defense must be put at full alert. I don't want anything even coming closer to that city. As for us... well, suffice to say, our orders will be to throw everything we have."

Thus the order was given, and personell across the whole western border was hustled into a frenzy of redeployment, as numerous SAM batteries were brought offline, and their launchers and radars arranged into lenghty convoys that advanced westbound through the roads escorted by fighter squadrons and mobile SAMs until they got within range to disrupt the Valonian and Narcidian air operations. Direct combat would be in charge of two armored divisions totalling 150 tanks, alongside a similar number of tank destroyers and fire support vehicles that were readied to part from several army bases in Molonssk.

A reconaissance unit consisting of 21 BRDM-3 reconaissance vehicles was also present in the first units to be dispatched. However, instead of advancing in a huge convoy like the anti-aircraft units they immediately scattered in a wide area and advanced westwards through forests to avoid radar detection. Despite being heavily armed their intention was to assess the exact composition of the enemy force to complement the nebulous data that the JSTARS had given. Each one of the BRDMs was loaded with three scout infantrymen in addition to its standard crew of 3, to make the information gathering even quicker.

by **Narcidia** » Sat Dec 04, 2010 5:03 pm

Narcidian Kaiserliche Heer - Official Communique

Encryption Level: Alpha-Omega

Concerning: Birkanian Front - Lt. Commander Hans Klaus - Valonian Wehrmacht

Lt. Commander; it is advised that you bring flanking forces to slam down on the advancing Birkanian Army that we are due to coincide conflict with shortly; in less than five hours it is estimated that the advance guard will slam into the enemy front line and at that time a segment of our force will attempt to come down from the eastern flank and cut off their advancing line and draw their fire.

We need you down the west flank so as to pin the Birkanians in the center of a slaughter. After this is completed; baring withdrawal if it fails; the main Heer will advance to the direct center and crush the enemy force with all it's strength. Tactical Bombardment and Aerial Cover will be coming from the Luftwaffe.

God Stands with the Valo-Narcidian Empire, Let us show these Slavic swine that not all of Belkaland is gone!

Erina Rommel - Grand Feldmarschall of the Narcidian Kaiserliche Heer

Narcidian Rear-Line, Command Structure Beta-Omega
Narcidian Kaiserliche Heer -

It was massive beyond comprehension, even the Russo-Spaniards would've been green with envy at it's sheer size and power. The Schwerer Gustav Super-Heavy Railroad Gun was created with a single purpose; to undo the lives of men. It did this job exceedingly well and with deadly precision able to strike at targets.

Today that massive construct was deployed along the border that it was created to both expand, and protect. It's rifled barrel surpassed in caliber by almost none aimed toward out to the very edges of it's great range; on that edge was the Birkanian Army. The sound it let off was more deafening than the entire volley of a Diktator-class Battleship.

The Earth shook in fear and cowed beneath it's fury, the fire ball and smoke consuming the air and heating it to several hundred degrees in an instant before dissipating. The delivered artifact a shell the size of a main battle tank scheduled to slam into the Birkanian Lines with the fury of an Earthquake.

In tandem with this Godweapon it's sister, just as massive and just as unforgiving fired a second massive round before the guns fell silent and the massive crews went to prepare it for the second volley.

In the skies above the shapes of Me-290 fighter/bombers appeared and like a cloud of rolling thunder made a bee-line for the Birkanian Positions, SAM sites be damned. Amidst the clouds of black and green flying phantoms came the distinctive shapes of the Me-262 Aerial Superiority Fighter that sped over the Birkanian plains hunting for their beloved aeroforce.

Behind this cloud came the lumbering huge forms of the Me-264 Heavy Bomber; thousands of pounds of iron bombs and smart bombs within their bomb-bays. "Thy Reich Be Undone." The transmission was sent cryptically across known Birkanian channels that weren't encrypted from the lingering form of an AWACS plane.

by **Valionia** » Sat Dec 04, 2010 10:28 pm

by **Birkaine** » Fri Dec 17, 2010 8:26 pm

Dalekniepo
Molonssk Oblast
Birkaine

The artillery fire that began to rain down on the northern Birkanian countryside quickly tore the soil to shreds, gradually turning what were once rolling green plains into a cratered, smoke-covered wasteland in a thunderous process that left shockwaves echoing through the fields after the wailing of the rockets had come to an end, replaced by booming explosions. As much as it was an impressive and intimidating sight to see artillery crashing down on Northern Birkaine for the first time in seventy years, the explosions of the rockets and shells, punctuated by the gigantic impacts from the superguns, didn't do much in the way of damage due to their limited strenght, reducing their inflicted casualties to several burning houses and farms, as well as destroying highways on the northern border.

The explosions didn't take long to be noticed on the town that was the closest to the border, the small city of Dalekniepo. Posessing a population of only a couple thousands, it was normally a peaceful town that sustained itself from both agriculture and fishing from the gigantic Obyazal River it bordered. Made up of only a small, loose grid of streets dotted by small houses and the occasional larger buildings such as a clinic, a small football field and schools. Not even beggining to approach the size of the cities more up to the south, the tallest buildings in the city were the spire of the local Ascendant church and the spinning antenna of the radar located some distance off the middle of the town.

Dalekniepo had recently become a hub for Birkanian support installations such as an ammo depot as well as a repair yard ever since the violence in the northern border with Belkaland peaked, and for its protection it now housed a SAM battery flanked by many fixed anti-aircraft emplacements. The town had welcomed the safety that the soldiers brought with themselves, albeit they had gradually found their lives invaded more and more by the garrison until a significant part of the population was soldiers, who sometimes caused trouble in the town itself and also caused a disproportionate ammount of traffic and noise with the regular shipments of ammunition, supplies and men to the Northern border. However, when the shells started falling, the townspeople immediately went to the military.

"What the hell is going on?" Raged a Birkanian. She stormed out of one of a small hostel located in one of the calmed streets, buttoning up her uniform, putting on her belt and with her peaked hat under her arm. The explosions could be heard in the distance. "That better be the enemy, because if I heard one of you idiots detonated our ammo storages...!"

In front of her several soldiers waited. Instead of being heavily armored and carrying large weaponry, these soldiers performed more of a logistical role, and thus were only clad in jackets, fatigues and hats and the few that carried weaponry wielded a submacinegun at most. A jeep screeched to a halt in front of the Birkanian officer.

"Ma'am" Said a soldier "It actually is the enemy."
"Wha-- Nevermind, tell me on the way"

She quickly got onboard the jeep, and an NCO next to her was in charge of briefing her up on the situation, albeit there was not much to brief about given how surprising the attack had been. They didn't even know who was attacking -as far as they knew it could be the Birkanian Army itself conducting artillery practices- the only thing they knew for sure was they were coming from the north, and carried with them enormous pieces of artillery. The car rushed through the narrow streets, trying to get to the local headquarters of the Army.

"So got any orders?" The NCO asked
"Yeah, tell our antiair to stop fucking around and get to work" The female officer replied "If it looks anything but Birkanian to the IFF, they shoot it to hell."
"Roger that, what about us"
"We try and see what the hell is happening"

It didn't take much for the SAMs to come active, after witnessing the large onslaught of aircraft coming their way, all of them seemingly from Narcidia. The tension from the preceeding weeks of operations against Belkan factions was already enough for the SAM gunners to risk an international incident in case they weren't attacked, and began emptying their missiles into the enemy aircraft, with a total of 16 missiles fired, targetting the slow-flying heavy bombers of the Narcidians. While the missiles streaked into the air, turning towards their objectives, the Birkanian soldiers tried to rush into their positions, make the alarms sound or take cover wherever they could.

Carrier Fleet of the Purity of Perception
Beskonzhert Gulf
Birkaine

The relatively large group of vessels slowly cruised through the waters, nearing the large mouth of the gulf. Unlike the soldiers at Daleknipo, the crewmembers of the various ships were fully aware of what was going on, reminding why Birkaine rarely issued declarations of war before the bombs started to fall on another country. Rather than being taken by surprise and with their guards down by the sudden attack, the ships were instead occupied with the manning of battlestations, as well as the preparations for the various aircraft onboard the carrier to part.

"Let's see now" Inquired the captain, looking northbound through his binoculars "Has JSTARS designated any target?"
"Negative" Replied the Chief Mate "They are having software problems, so far we cannot target their ground forces from here. Have we gotten word on enemy fleets?"
"Maritime patrol reports a Valonian aircraft carrier and two similarly sized ships, plus four destroyers. Apparently they are trying to stage a land invasion"
"Very well" The captain of the carrier, also admiral of the fleet, put on the covers for the lenses on his binoculars and tucked it away "Tell our submarines to stand by to the west and block the entrance to the gulf. If any more of these clowns want to follow us into the Beskonzhert they'll greet them."
"What about us" The third mate inquired, resting on a nearby seat.
"We go eastwards, cut off their aerial advance"

The ships of the surface group quickly assumed a tight formation, where the arsenal ships would cover the carrier and its airgroup more effectively. They avoided the Valonian side of the gulf, choosing instead to stick closer to Birkanian coast, and began operations. While they didn't have the range to bring down the Narcidian aircraft, Valionian fighters and fighterbombers that tried trespassing into Birkanian territory were well within the reach of the SAMs. Thus, from about 350km away, the Birkanian fleet began to fire upon any and all Valionian aircraft that tried to cross the gulf, while closing in to engage the Valionian fleet and marines with surface-to-surface and air-to-surface missiles.

The main Valionian ground force that crossed the border was, however, left unattended.

Meanwhile, the reconaissance force that had departed from the East was beggining to arrive to its destination. The reconaissance vehicles didn't take much time in unloading scouting soldiers in the middle of the wood, in several points before moving on. The scouts were dropped in pairs, and one of those pairs kept walking for some distance to find a proper hideout. Carrying with them a sniper rifle, binoculars, a telescopic laser designator and IR-camouflaged ghilie suits as well as other equipment to survive in the woodlands with little to no resupply.

The soldiers walked their way through the woodlands, being careful of not letting themselves be detected by the Valionian and Narcidian aircraft flying above. They only advanced in intervals, taking care of not having any Narcidian forces getting into the forest. Finally, they arrived to the edge of the forest, from which the town of Dalekniepo could be seen, submerged in white smoke from its own SAM launchers. Large columns of black smoke rose up from further south, the remains of a 40-vehicle SAM battery bombed into nonexistance before it could deploy.

"It seems the attack has begun" The younger of the two scouts said, a relatively short black-haired female with a rounded face barely visible through the camouflage and the ghillie suit.
"Dalekniepo will fall" The older one said, a grey-haired male veteran with a wrinkled yet intimidating face he holstered his SVU rifle and took out a shovel, then bent its head "Yet we can give them a small taste of what is there to come."
"You don't seem very optimistic about it" The younger scout said, as her older companion tied a rope to the handle of the shovel.
"I'm just realist" He threw the shovel high up against a tree, and the impromptu hook clung onto a portruding branch. "They will get past Dalekniepo" He then attached the rope to his own harness and pulled down a couple times to see if it was solid "Probably Doblekreston, maybe Svoyestom. Prisomovor seems a tad outside their confort zone, they'll be running for Prostok like a dog chasing cars. That means we'll be behind enemy lines for quite a while. Can you take it?"
"Of course I can, that's what training is all about" The yonger one also began preparing to climb up the tree, but the old man signaled to another one. He then ducked, took many fistfuls of soil and mud from the ground and rubbed them all over his body. "What are you doing?" She asked.
"What you should be doing" He said. He looked like he had been living in the wilderness for months, despite only having been there a couple hours. "What's the point of hiding from their sight if you can't hide from their smell?" He started climbing up the trunk of the tree.
"Of course" The younger one replied, also covering herself in dirt "So how much do you give the army until they get back here?"
"A week, two at most. Five days if Livitnenka or Lebed are in command. And first rule..."
"Yes?"
"Don't talk"

They stationed themselves in the thick foliage two different trees with an overlapping, northwards field of sight from which they would be able to see the advancing Narcidian forces in case -and when- they overran Dalekniepo. With laser designators on station and GPSs at hand, they were well-equipped to guide the attacks of a nearby artillery battery, that stood 40km away, on the opposite side of the forest as Dalekniepo flanked with SAM launchers. It was originally meant for that unit to go westbound, but it had been blocked by the quick advance of the combined Valonian and Narcidian air forces.

by **Narcidia** » Fri Dec 17, 2010 9:22 pm

Communique of the Narcidian Reich

To: General Zavomir Yulianov
From: His Imperial Majesty - Kaiser of Narcidia - King of Valonia - Vice-Lord President of East Asia - Merlin VII; Your Superior
Subject: Declaration of War
Encryption: Open

I have sat and watched with horror; as your disgusting subhuman regime has prospered. Through my sloth and laziness I have endangered the world around me because I allowed your false ideology to exist in this world; I have allowed this, this is my fault that you now exist as you do. Decadent, vile and as subhuman as those who are not ashamed of their disgusting name. I will see this evil undone, I will see Prostok burn. I will watch as you flounder and die beneath the Wrath of the Heer.

I will do what the Belkans would not! I will see an end to the ideology that calls itself National Socialism! Regardless of the Banner you fly behind I know your intention and I tell you now, you dictator and king among cowards! You will perish to the sword of Narcidia! God Stands With the Narcidian Empire; He Stands with the Righteous and he will see our quest of arms through until the end!

by **Valionia** » Sun Dec 19, 2010 5:19 pm

by **Narcidia** » Wed Dec 22, 2010 12:54 am

Twelve hit their marks; twelve out of so many was no loss as the roar of the engines still filled the sky. They advanced like a stalwart line; never-ending and stretching on into the heavens themselves. Descendant as angels; yet their intent could not be any darker. The bombers covered the distance in a matter of minutes instead of hours; Daleknpio arrayed beneath them when the great bomb-bay doors opened up from below. The pouring of thousands of pounds of iron bombs followed intermittently mixed with smart munitions that targeted anti-air systems. T

he fires would consume, and the little town turned depot would fall to the waves, and even before their payloads struck dirt the lithe forms of the Me-290 Fighter-Bombers swooped down on the heathens below. Lighter munitions but heavy enough to knock out armor and buildings with ease targeted everything from enemy armor to enemy troop concentrations; if it moved or had the ability to do so then it was assaulted. As one those two elements pulled back; the smoking ruins left before them.

On the ground below this the Narcidian Koingstigers blitzed inwards like roaring lions, their engines propelling them to meet the Birkanians and their systems made to match them blow for bloody blow, the screaming sound of lighter IFV and APC vehicles along with artillery guns that set up further back to strike against everything within their range.

Let Burn The National Socialist Pig [Attention: Birkaine]

Let Burn The National Socialist Pig [Attention: Birkaine]

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