Brother vs Brother, The Battle for Grecia [MSC Only]

[Slavyaniya]

Premise:

The country of Grecia lies divided, 40 years after losing to the allied powers. However, those former allies are now bitter enemies and the front of this new war passes through the middle of the nation. Both nations have been run to represent the peak of each system, the prosperous and glittering capitalist West Grecia; and the safe and egalitarian communist East Grecia. However, as the socialist pact faces economic turmoil and a connected world batters against them, reforms are a matter of time. The first nation to perform these reforms is the Union of the Councilary Socialist Republics, who decriminalize free speech and begin disarmament talks with the West.

The government of East Grecia however, is much more conservative in their approach to reform, and so, on the 28th September, a student demonstration demanding free speech is fired upon by the state Police. Consequently on October 17th, 1987, massive protests break out. The citizens are demanding the liberalization of the government and unification with the capitalist West Grecia. Forces loyal to the regime: People’s Army of Grecia, as well as other members of the PACT attempt to maintain peace. Unfortunately, ALLIANCE forces in West Grecia perceive this as an undercover mobilization and mobilize their own forces. By October 19th, West Grecian and Alliance forces are in position for attack, while disorganised PACT forces attempt crowd control in the capital city of Kimlin…

Rules:
See rulebook:
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1uwshqcpqE7mdYogtZ-KsV1HtFZs-AHPaQ-F-7MXwCuo

Deployments:
Using the attached map for reference, specify deployment of five divisions in accordance with the rules mentioned. *

*Higher resolution map available.

Nations:
PACT
- Rome (Or Puppets): East Grecia (GDR)
- Slav: Union of the Councilary Socialist Republics (UCSR)
- Arc: People's Republic of Polonia (PRP) [TBC]
ALLIANCE
- Asgar: United Kingdom of Albion (UKA)
- Skjoldur/Heartfilla: Federal States of Ameriga (FSA)
- Kaiser: Federal Republic of Grecia (FRG)

Sign Ups:
To de-clutter the thread sign ups are here: https://forum.nationstates.net/viewtopic.php?ns=1&f=5&t=481833

[Slavyaniya]

Somewhere in the western Grecian Democratic Republic
Under a pouring East Grecian rain in the middle of the night, a man in a communist uniform stood guard. The soldier swore as he tried to light his cigarette for the third time, but the relentless rain made it an impossible task. He swore again, louder this time. All he wanted was a goddamn cigarette. Frustrated, he threw the sodden stick of tobacco down and crushed it under his heel. The young man checked his watch: 02:23. The change should be here any time now. He relaxed, his previous annoyances having mostly disappeared. He let down his guard. After all, he thought to himself; what could possibly happen here, in the middle of this peaceful East Grecian forest, the darkness of night shrouding him in its protective cape?
That was the last thought that his sleep deprived mind managed to process before the chaos.
Seconds later his position, as well as the hidden artillery ammunition depot he was guarding, was completely obliterated by an artillery shell. A severed arm lay in the mud, detached at the shoulder, the fabric soaked dark in blood and water. Displayed on the shattered watch face was the time 02:24.

5th Army Headquarters, Großrau, 2:00 AM
It had been a long day. General Philipov sat at the head of the big desk in the centre of the room. Charts, maps, tables and reports covered its surface. Supressing a yawn, he turned to his chief of staff who was giving an updated report, that had been meticulously compiled by MGB analysts just ten minutes ago.
“Hence, the situation in Großrau and most other major cities remains tense but stable.” the men nodded their heads approvingly “As such, we recommend transferring some of the forces to Kimlin, as we expect the protests there to only increase in magnitude…”
The general looked at the photocards strewn on his desk. Civilians crushed by East Grecian tanks; a destroyed tank, belonging to the same regiment as the killers; a dead Union soldier, crushed by the crowd he was trying desperately to protect…
“We expect the numbers to double by tomorrow, as such, we have ordered additional motor rifle units from both tank and motorized rifle divisions. The orders are not yet in effect and are awaiting your signature General Philipov.”
The general shook his head and placed his wrinkled hand on the orders. “Thank you very much comrade Lubertsov, any news from our Grecian colleagues?”
Before the chief could answer however, an air force colonel flew into the room, soaked to the bone. He threw the general a hasty salute, splashing water over the charts on the desk, much to the annoyance of Luebrtsov, a generally organised man.
“Comrade General, urgent message from the joint air-defence command. All our radars have just recorded a mass take off of alliance aircraft, possibly several hundred units. The air force and PVO are scrambling all they have.”
The general’s face briefly contorted into a grimace of horror. But he regained his composure.
“Thank you, comrade colonel, stay here for now.” The general paused and looked at the map one more time: “Send an immediate mobilisation order to all units.” He continued, “Alert the army air defences, get our men out of the city; it’s a death trap! Maybe. Maybe we still have time.”
One of the aides was already at the telephone, trying to contact army headquarters. After a couple of brief attempts, he swore and looked at the general: “No comms. Lines are dead. This is impossible.”
The general replied sighing: “No, comrade Lieutenant, it’s war.”
The power flickered and went out.

Second Guards Tank Division, Woluten Am Leim, 2:31 AM
He awoke to a furious pounding on his door. As he fumbled in the dark to find his glasses and watch, he thought he heard the whir of automatic cannon fire and distant explosions.
That’s odd he thought to himself No anti-aircraft exercise was authorised for today. What time was it? Was Petrenko drilling his boys again?
He got up, careful not to wake his sleeping wife and walked to the door, quieter still – his daughter was a particularly light sleeper and the floorboards always seemed to creak. In fact, he was surprised the knocking did not wake her. The colonel opened the door, still in his underwear – the urgency of the knocker was evident. He opened the door and before the man standing before had a chance to speak, the smells and sounds of the outside world hit him like a brick wall. It was quiet, but deafening in the absolute silence of the night, the roar of automatic batteries, struggling under the weight of the assault, smoky lines of missiles, visible against the cloudy sky, flashes of light and the distant rumble of artillery. Without saying a word to the man before him, he turned around and ran back inside. He kissed his wife, scribbled a hurried note instructing her and the daughter to make way East – as far as they could. Put on his uniform and ran into the night.
15 Minutes Later
His tanks had already exited the compound and formed a neat column. He was quietly proud of his men. Each tank full of ammunition enough for two battles, spare parts were neatly stuffed into their pouches. He was worried about aerial detection though and so launched into an angry tirade, hiding his pride behind a mask of anger.
“Company leaders, to me on the double! The rest of you get those tanks into cover – the last thing we need is to lose half the battalion because of carelessness.”
The radio operator hurriedly bought the colonel a radio and whispered: “Regimental command on the line.”

“Comrade Compolka? This is Major Vitayev, my battalion has formed without incident. Request directions and tactical situation.”
“Comrade Combatt, listen carefully. The situation is bad. Real bad. We are being pressed by two divisions, all Amerigans. The 22nd Regiment has already entered battle against their front guard. We need you to meet up with the 5th Mot. Inf Battalion near Dillenförde, establish a perimeter there. Saddle the road, you will be the second line of defence. The 5th will be doing the defending. We will need you for a mobile reserve. In case the Yankees breakthrough.”
Vitayev, listened, horrified.
“Air support comrade Colonel?” Vitayev asked hopefully.
“Air support!? We have ground attack aircraft scrambled as fighters! Best case scenario, you’ll get a couple of helicopters. Don’t even count on the artillery. We don’t have enough shells for the critical directions, let alone yours. Out.”
Vitayev looked at the radio indecisively. Then he turned around, jumped up on his tank and called out: “Into the tanks boys, let’s move!”

[Alylnor]

On the border between the Grecian Republics
The rain poured down along the border of the two Grecian Republics. The war had started as planes and missiles filled the sky with their furious roars and tanks and cars fill the ground with their thundering movement. The West Grecian High Command in agreement with those in the rest of the alliance that in order for them to take victory they need to capture Kimlin fast before the Union of the Councilary Socialist Republics mobilise their forces into East Gracia on mass.

"Tilman get in the goddamn APC! We are moving for the checkpoint now!"
Tilman runs under the cover of rain, he was a driver for a mobilised infantry division and were about to be the first attacking force into East Grecia. He slides into the driver hatch and revs up the APC.
"Our soldats ahead have captured the immediate border area, we have reports of a enemy East Grecian mobilised division defendinfg the town of Hollabuhel."

Furstenzis Army Headquarters
A lieutenant rushes into the room of General Albrecht.
"Herr! The APC division is meeting heavy resistance in Hollabuhel!" the lieutenant appeared a bit stressed, after all Gracia had fallen into all out war over night.
The general was disappointed, if they couldn't even capture some border town who knows how they will capture Kimlin. He regathers his composure and looks at the lieutenant.
"Order the tank division to move into Hollabuhel at once, the APC division can retreat back once the calvary arrived and relieved them of the battle so they can regroup."
The lieutenant salutes and hasty moves to pass the orders on. The general stares down at the maps and wonders, "Are we insane?"

Battle of Hollabuhel

The soldiers of the APC division are still engaged in combat within the town, they were facing annihilation if they weren't relieved anytime soon.
"Soldat Wegmann! Get the hell up here, there is a communist tank!"
Wegmann rushes up to the window and prepares a missile.
"Engaging th-!"
A furious fire flies out the commander hatch of the East Grecian tank like a volcano surely roasting anyone inside, a cannon hole in the hull made it obvious. The Leopard 2s were cleaning up the town like it was nothing. That day only 30 East Gracian tanks escaped the inferno of Hollabuhel.
The APC division regroups on the border but the tank division proudly flies the flag of West Grecia further into the heartlands of East Gracia to take back what is rightful theirs, to stomp the communist traitors out of Kimlin.
"It will be done!"