Operation: Sand Goijra [MT/IC]

[Dai Nippon Teikokuu]

Overview: It was a normal Tuesday for the king waking up his servants have readied his meal to eat. Turning on the TV expecting to hear about the weather instead... he was met with the darkness of a military coup that occurred in the city of amadmus it seems the military Field Marshal Badr al-Ghazi and other four army generals have managed to successfully take over some parts of the country. His Royal Guard bursted in his room screaming "You're Majesty you must be escorted out of here immediately!" Awad wore what he could and picked up his two small children and his wife heading to the car a three jet squadron of Junta MIG-21's have begun a series of bombings around the royal palace fortunately the bombs narrowly missed the king. The City of Kamyamsar was blaring with air raid warnings people are overcrowding the ports to escape the city. Remnants of The Army have deployed Anti-Aircraft missiles and guns throughout the city to repel any future air raids by the junta. The King ordered to be sent to the news station to address his remaining loyalist citizens and soldiers. Once he arrived and got out seeing the streets are empty nothing but him, his guards and the remaining news crews in the station.

In the southern regions and the surrounding outskirts of Kamyamsar an uprising occurred by indigenous tribals and terrorist cells from other parts have begun to rise and overrun military outposts and supply storages. arming themselves with government weapons and Vehicles. Arms dealers have appeared arming them with more weapons in exchange for Uranium. During the chaos communist factions have begun to appear in the south but during their revolution another faction comprised of reformed communist have started infighting. resulting in countless deaths.

In The Northern side, A Democratic Exiled Politician Fikri Younis took advantage of the chaos to bring in his own private army and managed to push back junta troops from the northern towns leaving but one contested. Him and his private army have begun recruitment drives throughout occupied territories to bring in anyone who looks forward for a democratic Kamayan.

Strategic Map:

Sea Hooks: They are ports created by the nearest settlements.
Gas Rigs: They are water platforms that pump out natural gases, Obvious.
white lines: They are highways the easiest way to transport between settlements.
Grey Line: Can be seen between the highways connecting the major cities. These are train lines.
Yellow Dots: Large ones are the cities while small ones are smaller settlements such as towns and villages.
Red Radiation Sign: These are critical uranium mines.
Airbases: they are commonly placed near capitals. (You can make your own makeshift airbase)

Kingdom of Kamayan: The Original Ruling faction in the island, Their main goal is to eliminate all armed factions and restore order to the country, currently on the brink of extinction.
Head of State: King Awad al-Azzi The II
Head of Government: Prime Minister Isaam el-Sulaiman
Backers: Empire of HimDyr

Kamayan Military Council (KMC): A Military Junta, attempting to remove the king from his throne They've established strong ties with The Empire of Japan.
Leader: Field Marshal Badr al-Ghazi
Backers:
Dai Nippon Teikokuu, Stratusia


Indigenous Tribals, Random Organizations.: Multiple Factions lead by many leaders, they suffer frequent infighting but are a force to be reckoned with.
Leader: Unknown
Backers:


Kamayan Communist Army (KCA): Totalitarian Communists, their goal is to control and rule under one great leader. Some say they we're fueled and armed by other communist nations.
Leader: Ramzi Abdullah
Backers:
Einheitswelt


Socialist Kamayan Front (SKF): Reformed Communists. they broke off from the KCA due to their delusional ideas only believing communism through liberal and democratic elections. and that caused both communist factions to begin fighting each other.
Leader: Abdul Rauf Al-Salam
Backers:
Federal Republic of Aleutria


Democratic Front of Kamayan (DFK): A Democratic faction, created to bring about democratic and corporatist ideals to the nation believing it will better the countries freedom and economy.
Leader: Fikri Younis
Backers:

United Nations Kamayan Peacekeepers (UNKP): Multinational peacekeeping faction, their aim is to End this conflict and enter a peaceful resolution. They are neutral towards all factions except the tribal factions branding them as terrorists. Their views might change in the future.
Leader: United Nations Council.
Backers:


SIGNUPS AND OOC HERE!
RULES:
1-Max Personnel Limit is set at 100,000
2-Be Realistic (Supply Lines, Morale, Ammunition, Losses.)
3-It's Encouraged to make a bigger post
4- No WMD's exception of small scale chemical and biological Weapons.
5- No God-modding

[Dai Nippon Teikokuu]

KMC-DKF Frontlines, Bullets, Smoke, Humanwave assaults.
In The Democratic-led town of An Nasiya, PMC's and recruited militants have repelled another one of The KMC's Humanwave assaults killing a total of 119 conscripts and the destruction a total of 10 BTR-60s, The KMC have been trying to break through the frontlines and try to encircle An Nasiya, but to no avail The DKF have managed to foil the militaries attempt. Now only the rotten bodies and their smoking soviet-era vehicles lie burning and smoking in the vast deserts, The KMC have lined up more armor and infantry for their second assault their men anxious and scared wanting to run away but they know they can't. Their only choice is to face the onslaught of The DKF defenses.

The BTR-60's moved in on a fast pace laying suppressive fire so their troops can drop off and continue on foot they began shouting commands on the conscripts "Move up you cowards! we don't have to stop!" KMC Troops started to charge in screaming and firing their rifles wildly in the DKF directions. while on the DKF side mercenary ground commander Frank Stolzer began moving around the trenchlines hurling orders "Mount the mortars those damn Bastards are charging again!" DKF mortar teams began firing their M1 mortars repeatedly "Load Again! Fire!", meanwhile in the trench littered with empty bullet casings and ammo crates soldiers anxiously started opening more boxes shakingly loading up their machineguns and their rifle magazines. Once Loaded Their M2 Machineguns savagely started to mow down anything front of them.

Bullets started flying and wheezing right by KMC troops ducking down to take cover and mortar round creating the whistle of death before impact killing dozens of conscripts and damaging some BTR-60s the crew jumping out while burning alive they had to fall to ground and role to put out the fire, only half of the assaulting wave remains knowing if they retreat they would be executed. They got up charging again till there was nobody was left alive. DKF Militants jumped out of the trenches and started capturing equipment and weapons of the dead. The Losses we're counted as 20 DKF militants we're killed while The KMC suffered a ridiculous total of 163 conscripts dead and 20 BTR-60s destroyed.

KCA-SKF Communist Crisis, Siege of Umarai,
A Grueling war of attrition began against these two communist factions, SKF Guerillas have conducted a series of ambushes against KCA Convoys dealing heavy damage and managing to isolate the town of Umarai for a besiegement. In dead of the night SKF guerillas have begun a surprise attack on the outskirts of the town leaving a total of 30 SKF Guerillas Dead and 54 KCA Soldiers Dead. The Remaining KCA Retreated into Umarai alerting the garrisoned battalion placing the whole town in a state of curfew quickly building defenses. On the other side SKF troops we're marching in and capturing abandoned equipment such as (300 Assortments of Various Soviet-Iranian Made Small Arms, 300,000 munitions, 13 Pickup trucks, 7 BTR-60s, 3 BMP-1s) dealing a small blow to the KCA Stockpiles and war effort.

On the frontlines to Qazzim, SKF Artillery Teams started Bombarding the town with various howitzers and MLRS. causing quite the damage and dealing high amounts of casualties (38 Civilians Killed, 50 Civilians Injured, 12 KCA Troops Killed, 27 KCA Troops Injured) Clinics and small hospitals are packed with lifeless corpses of men, women, and children. Blood covering the hospital floors we're being mopped off the floor to avoid diseases. Truly death does not know young and old.... The KCA responded back with MLRS pickup trucks the skies we're covered with rockets and landing inside SKF territories the damage was unknown.

[Socalist Republic Of Mercenaries]

Theme: Los del Rio - Macarena
Port Serebryanka - Stratusia
Departing from Serebryanka's port, the SNF Siegerkranz soon rendezvoused with her new companions, the SNF Qinghai and SNF Baikal, two formidable Ao Guang-class submarines that cut imposing silhouettes beneath the waves.

The Ao Guang-class stood as a direct counter to the Soviet Typhoon class, a powerful, stealthy platform with the capacity to carry a staggering load of SLBMs, specialized for underwater strike capabilities. Qinghai and Baikal, as part of this lineage, were technological masterpieces: 48,000-ton behemoths equipped housing SLBMs and intermediate-range ballistic missiles. Their firepower could devastate coastal targets, clearing paths for Stratusian assets and allies in the region. The original name intended was "Torchbearer", however scrapped for the Ao Guang when the project finalized in the late 70s.

Qinghai was under the command of Captain Oleg Taranov, while Baikal was commanded by his brother, Captain Igor Taranov. The two brothers had reputations that preceded them—Oleg, cool-headed and calculated, contrasted sharply with Igor’s aggressive yet measured style. Each had their own approach to undersea warfare, which had often proven complementary in complex operations. Their teamwork would be critical in navigating volatile waters and maintaining an iron grip on maritime superiority.

With their combined power, Siegerkranz, Qinghai, and Baikal slipped into formation as they progressed toward their second rendevous point, Neu Shtormovsk Port. Johannes Lemp monitored the tactical displays as the submarines fell into coordinated positions, each aware of the delicate balance of strength and stealth required to slip past any potential reconnaissance and into the theater undetected.

From the operations room, Lemp could feel the hum of Siegerkranz's reactors sync with those of the larger Ao Guang-class subs beside her. The mission was clear: shepherd Stratusian assets to secure the Kamayan Military Council’s objectives, keeping any loyalist forces at bay. In the narrow lanes between minefields, they would rely on every bit of stealth and speed available, using every inch of the sea for cover as they advanced. The Ao Guang-class submarines loomed as silent sentinels in the waters around Siegerkranz, powerful allies in a theater where the stakes were high and tensions higher.

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Shtormovsk - Stratusia
The thick sea spray stung their faces as Vulf and Johannes emerged from Siegerkranz's conning tower, now peeking above the stormy waters off Neu Shtormovsk. The wind whipped at them, turbulent and relentless, as they gazed out to the formation assembling in the churning sea, the tiny hailstones coming down sideways like microscopic pebbles. The steel behemoths — the mighty Izdeliye 4401 supercarrier and the two crimson-hulled Ernst Thälmann-class battlecruisers, Donnersfeld and Orelgrad — fell into formation, gliding powerfully through the waves like predators in their element.

The battlecruisers, painted in a striking red livery with yellow stars emblazoned on their turret sides, seemed to pulse against the dark, storm-laden backdrop, the color stark and alive in the rain-swept gloom. Each wave crashed against the hulls, sending up tall columns of seawater, which scattered into sheets under the relentless assault of the winds. It felt as though the ships themselves were exuding a battle-ready defiance, a force capable of rivaling the very storm around them. He could see their AU-305M Proryv CIWS mounts scanning steadily, always on guard, and the twin 203.2mm Glasburg turrets on each —these were warships at the peak of Stratusian engineering, each one built to withstand the harshest conditions and the most grueling battles. Johannes took in the Nachtwächter-B radar systems, their domed forms working in sync with the Gjallarhorn combat systems as the electronic warfare decoys—the Shtora-X Lite and Iron Curtain emitters—flickered to life, casting intermittent glints, green lasers blinking against the damp, wind-blown air. looking almost regal in the eerie light.

Beside him, Vulf gave an approving nod, his gaze sweeping over the fleet as if sizing it up.

"Looks like the boys back home brought out their big guns, eh?" he said, his voice raised over the howling wind. Johannes couldn't help but smile. With these assets at their side, they were more than equipped to safeguard Stratusian interests and push back against any opposition.

In the tempestuous chaos of Neu Shtormovsk’s coastline, the ships pressed forward, a force to be reckoned with. The mission felt real now, the heavy presence of these ships a reminder of the stakes.

[Einheitswelt]

"You Have Awakened The Lions By Attacking Their Children"

PORT STRATUVKA, KOSTADT BETA
The cold winds howled across the bustling naval base at Port Stratuvka, whipping the waves into a frenzy as they crashed against the hulls of the Unity Navy's steel behemoths. The scent of salt and diesel filled the air, mingling with the distant clamor of loading equipment and shouting officers. Soldiers marched in tight formations, their boots striking the pavement with a rhythmic thud, while the growls of armored vehicles rumbling into position added to the cacophony of war preparations.

"Prepare the vessels, you maggot!"
Admiral Heyne's gravelly voice cut through the noise, a bark of authority that echoed off the towering cranes and ships. Clad in his pristine navy-blue coat, adorned with medals and golden epaulets, he commanded the scene like a maestro orchestrating a grand symphony of destruction. The Admiral’s sharp eyes scanned the chaos before settling on three approaching figures, their strides purposeful and their uniforms bearing the unmistakable insignias of the Unity Armed Forces' highest ranks.

Steffen, Saxer, and Boedeker, the decorated generals of the Unity Ground Forces, strode up to Heyne with an air of authority. Their weathered faces bore the marks of countless battles, each scar a testament to their loyalty to the cause. Steffen was the first to speak, his deep voice cutting through the icy wind.

"Hail the Unigovernor," he greeted, raising a crisp salute.

Heyne turned sharply and returned the gesture with practiced precision, his expression a mixture of respect and urgency. "The Navy is under preparation," he said, his voice firm. "We’ll be ready to depart in two minutes."

The Generals exchanged glances, their gazes briefly shifting to the boarding armored vehicles lined up on the docks. Painted in the muted grays and greens of war, these machines were bristling with weapons and supplies, their crews moving with disciplined haste.

"Good," Steffen said, nodding in approval. "Keep prepping. We’ll brief our men."

Without further words, the Generals turned and moved toward their respective divisions. The tension in the air was palpable as they approached the gathered troops, thousands of men and women standing at rigid attention, their faces hardened by duty and resolve.

Steffen climbed onto the turret of a nearby tank, his voice booming over the assembled forces. "Brothers and sisters of the Unity Armed Forces," he began, his words carrying the weight of their mission. "Today, we bring the wrath of the Unigovernor to the enemies who dare stand against progress, against our vision of a unified world!"

Saxer followed suit, rallying another division of soldiers with impassioned words. "This is no mere battle. This is a statement! A declaration that the children of unity will not be struck down without fierce retaliation!"

Boedeker, the most senior of the three, stood atop a transport truck, his voice cutting like a blade. "Remember this: Every step we take into Kamaya, every blow we deliver, is not just for ourselves but for the future of our children and the ideals we hold sacred."

As the speeches ended, the resounding cry of "COMMUNISM WILL PREVAIL!" echoed across the base, a thunderous chant that seemed to shake the very ground beneath them.

The Generals made their way to the UNV Taurus, the flagship of the mighty Donnerhammer-class fleet. Its massive silhouette loomed against the horizon, a fortress of steel and firepower. Steffen paused at the gangway, casting a final glance at the transport ships being loaded with men and machinery. The vessels, sleek and utilitarian, were ready to carry the weight of war across the sea to the Kamayan Seaport.

Below the deck of the Taurus, the Generals gathered in the war room, poring over maps and strategies one last time. Above them, the fleet began to move. The colossal engines of the ships roared to life, their smoke stacks billowing dark clouds into the overcast sky. The waters churned as the fleet pulled away from Port Stratuvka, a procession of warships, transports, and escorts cutting through the waves with ominous purpose.

Hours later, the coast of KCA-controlled territory came into view. Jagged cliffs and fortified bunkers dotted the shoreline, their defenses ready to greet the Unity fleet with fire and fury. The landing craft began to lower into the churning waters, each one filled with soldiers whose eyes burned with resolve.

"Commence the landing!" Admiral Heyne's command echoed across the fleet, setting the final stage for the confrontation that would shake Kamaya to its core.
Meanwhile, the Rocket Destroyers mobilized to the nearest water to Qazzim, ready to bring their wrath upon the Socialists. The first rockets flew to the Socialist's encirclement, about 400 rockets were launched from the destroyers to the Socialist's position.

The Unity forces were ready to bring their fury to the Kamayan shores. The lions had been awakened, and they would not rest until their roar echoed across the lands of their enemies.

MEANWHILE, UMARAI

Field Overseer Dominic Lasker knocked on the door of Abdullah's door. "Come in," said Abdullah's aide. He entered, greeting the leader. "Good afternoon, I am from a faction that has interest in supporting you. There will be a massive landing force landing at your coasts: Worry not, they are not here to colonize the KCA, instead, we will help you against the Socialists, the fake, democratic communists.

[Socalist Republic Of Mercenaries]

Somewhere on the ocean - Close to Kamayan - SNF Neustrava
Konstantin Zaytsev stood just off the hangar deck, watching as his EF-7UBK was fitted with the deadly Pflaumenkern anti-radiation missiles. It was a sight he never tired of—the techs working with the precision of surgeons as they armed his bird, triple-checking the missile’s complex navigation and self-logging INS systems.

These beauties weren’t the crude SEAD weapons of earlier years.

The Pflaumenkern Gen-5s would log radar positions mid-flight, keeping them dialed in even if a radar went dark. They'd punch through electronic warfare like a battering ram, shrugging off interference and tracking their prey with relentless accuracy. No longer was it hampered Düppel, or chaff, and it would force the opposing sides into silence they wouldn't come out of—a balancing of the battlefield like a waltz of death.

He admired his fighter’s massive frame as they prepped it, the EF-7UBK’s heavy duty slotted array radar housed in a broad nose that gave the plane its unique, almost predatory look. With those two Jumo 522A engines, the EF-7UBK was one of the few planes in the Stratusian arsenal that could reach blistering speeds and still carry such a devastating loadout, not to mention its reinforced cockpit that made it more of a flying fortress than a fighter.

The best damn bird to ever hit the skies. (Before the F-22 that is)

The moment they finished arming it, the techs lowered the aircraft into the hangar, securing it for its next deployment. As they went about their duties, Konstantin made his way to the mess hall, where he spotted Larissa Nikolaev, his weapons specialist, already seated with a steaming bowl of borscht. With her dark hair pulled back in a tight french braid and her striking green eyes fixed on her meal, she looked every bit the no-nonsense operator he knew her to be.

"Mind if I join you?" he asked, putting on his best smile.

Larissa looked up, shooting a glance at him, a flash of exasperation in her eyes, her pupils constricting ever so slightly with annoyance.

"God damn it Kostya, shouldn't you be reviewing mission parameters?"

"Parameters don't need reviewing, they’re etched in here, Laura." He tapped his temple, feigning wounded pride.

"Besides, I'd rather spend my time enjoying some good food with good company." Konstantin smirked at his own remark.

"Uh-huh," Larissa muttered, taking another spoonful of borscht.

"You realize I'm here to keep you out of trouble, right? Not get pulled into it myself."

"Oh, I'm nothing but an upstanding model airman," he replied with a wink.

"Just here to make sure my WSO is well-fed and in good spirits, you know?"

He caught the faintest smirk before she dropped her gaze back to her bowl.

"Fine," she muttered, the hint of a smile playing at her lips.

"Just don't expect me to pull you out of whatever chaos you cause up there."

Konstantin chuckled, pleased to have cracked her professional armor, if only a little. As they shared their meal, the harsh reality of their mission seemed to fade. Amid the threat of SAM sites, radar-hunting missiles, and the roar of jet engines, there was this—borscht, laughter, and the unspoken camaraderie between them. For a few moments, they allowed themselves to savor the quiet, knowing full well it wouldn’t last.

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Somewhere on the ocean - Close(r) to Kamayan - SNF Neustrava
The waves rolled gently below as Konstantin clambered up into the cockpit of his EF-7UBK, taking his place in the front seat. The familiar surroundings of the massive, reinforced cockpit were both comforting and electrifying. Behind him, Larissa slid smoothly into the WSO seat, adjusting her harness with the practiced ease of countless flights.

They had been stationed aboard the Neustrava for nearly half a year now, the 'new generation' Pflaumenkern missiles and Л-175В EW Pods hanging from the hardpoints under each wing. This mission was different, though; they were nearly two thousand miles off the coast of An Nasiya, where Kamayan separatist forces were believed to have set up a formidable defense—a perfect target for the Gen-5 anti-radiation missiles they’d been equipped with.

Out of the corner of his eye, Konstantin saw their chief technician, a grizzled old Stratusian who'd been working on planes since the earlier EF-6 "Flayer" models, making final adjustments to the Л-175В pods mounted alongside the engine nacelles. He checked the connections, triple-checked every bolt, then ran a hand along the edge of the wing, inspecting the craft with a scrutinizing gaze. Finally, he placed a firm, reassuring slap on the wingtip—an old tradition from the days of the Ta-152 in the 1940s, a little bit of luck for the plane and the crew on their way to battle.

"All set, Captain Zaytsev," the tech called out, his voice rough but clear.

"This bird’s ready to scream."

"Spasibo, Stanislaus."

Konstantin gave him a thumbs-up, grateful for the gesture and the reassurance it brought. He knew this technician had seen hundreds of pilots off on missions before, and if he thought they were in good shape, that was good enough for him.

"Ready, Larissa?" he asked over the intercom, as he powered up the engines, feeling the Jumo 522As roar to life beneath him.

"Ready as ever, stick jockey." came her calm reply with a twinge of banterish commentary. He could picture her smirking as she went over her own pre-flight checklist, the weapon systems humming to life at her command.

"Flight Deck, Zaytsev and Nikolaev requesting permission to take off," he announced, settling into the seat, checking his displays. In moments, they had the all-clear.

With a final glance toward the crew on the deck and a deep breath, Konstantin eased the throttle forward, launching the EF-7UBK down the deck. The carrier fell away beneath them, and within seconds they were airborne, the great expanse of the ocean stretching out before them.

"Let's see if these Kamayan SAM operators are as clever as they think they are," he muttered to himself, a grin forming on his face as the EF-7UBK climbed higher into the sky, bound for the mainland.

[Dai Nippon Teikokuu]

Coastal Road to Al-Olaliyah, Hanging By a Thread.
A platoon of the 103rd Royal Armored Guards Brigade made up of four Iranian made Sarir armored personnel carriers each carrying eight soldiers was ambushed by terrorists and tribal groups on the coastal road leading to The Town of Al-Olaliyah the brutal ambush ended up in the loss of forty royal soldiers and the capture of the APC's giving the once armored less tribals and terrorists access to armored vehicles, with the ambush successful the town was cut off from any support any attempts to transport supplies and aid through sea we're met with rocket attacks from all directions.

The Tribals with their allied terrorist factions have started pushing through the remaining areas which are made up of farmlands, with their knowledge of the desert terrain the Royal Kamayan Army (RKA) had no choice but the pull back to Al-Olaliyah. The RKA Farmland garrisons being disorganized after abandoning the outskirts have left behind so much equipment and including the losses tallying up to (233 Iranian-Russian Small Arms, 28 Neynava lightweight trucks, 12 various Iranian-Chinese MRLS, 30 Soviet-era ATGMs, 73 RKA Troops Killed including 2 High Ranking Officers, 90 Tribal-Terrorists Fighters Killed)

In the eastern countryside of Al-Olaliyah, The Tribal factions pulled off a small-scale offensive taking over the countryside pushing back close to 3,000-2,000 RKA 103rd Battalions into the city. The RKA's 103rd Armored Guards Brigade general Ali "Abu Salah" decided the best option is to call in for airstrikes.

Gen. Ali: HQ! This General Abu Salah! we are in bad situation... we are surrounded, Requesting airstrikes on these coordinates! 2E, 3E."

HQ: "Understood, Aerial support is on the way! Keep Holding your positions we will try to get you as soon as we can!

Three F-4 Phantom II's we're loaded up with M117 Bombs and their 20mm cannons filled up. Once loaded they took off from Kamyamsar International Airport as soon as they arrived to the countryside, they we're met with heavy machinegun and anti-aircraft fire, The F-4's began strafing and releasing large payloads of bombs on top of the tribals sending them running away and killing countless numbers of them.

Besieged Town of Umarai, New Friends.
The Rockets fired from the Einheitswelt destroyers have landed on the encirclement positions their loud thunderous explosions have wreaked havoc upon The SKF Guerillas dealing a massive blow to their encirclement, The KCA Garrison battalion managed to breakthrough the lines creating a lifeline between their other territories. But that won't last long...

As soon as Abdullah laid eyes on Field Overseer Dominic Lasker his eyes we're filled with relief and joy, "Thank god! Someone decided to help us!" Abdullah opened his desk drawer revealing a map and began pointing out SKF territories "Near Qazzim just a few kilometers the SKF holds large amounts of land and we need to deal with this issue immediately as you can see we have suffered heavy losses to them due to our army being ill equipped" Then Abdullah points out the window showing a KCA soldier wearing olive drab fatigues and an old 6B4 Soviet ballistic vest with an M1 Helmet Knockoff. Then Abdullah sighs shaking his head saying "As you can see, My Men are carrying equipment since the Kamayan Republican Era and that's very bad, most of them don't even have body armor, our stockpiles are slowly dwindling from constant ambushes, we don't need men... we need weapons and if-" The Conversation was cut short as an SKF Artillery shell landed outside Abdullah's building everyone was escorted out through a tunnel.

[Erusean Federation]

RENC Fallacy

The simmering heat reflected off the deck.

Mage and trigger are getting ready to go strike the other factions, against a lot of hostiles.

Then, a message from control
Mage (Striker 1-63), and Trigger (Striker 1-64), cleared for takeoff

The F-35 and F-22 blared onto life, as it's afterburners shone bright. The shoot signal was given and the 2 aircraft flew away at Mach 0.5

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In the air: Northeast of the democrats


AWACS Watchdog
Trigger, Mage, you two are to destroy enemy Democratic positions. Beware, however, as they have radar coverage and AA guns.
Objective Updated

[Aleutria]

Near the coast of the SKF controlled territory

The 2nd Naval Group arrived at Kamayan, landing the Intervention Forces into SKF territory. Their mission is to support the SKF forces against the extreme hard-line communist forces and to restore order and stability under the new Socialist government.

SKF Frontline, near the city of Qazzim

Under the command of General Mikhail Anton, the Intervention Forces unit move into their position. The 7th Infantry Division are put in position on the SKF front at near the city of Qazzim. The SKF Guerillas over there have been attacked by the Einheitswelt naval forces.

The commander of this unit, Lt.Gen Vasily Ivanovich are currently discussing the plan about the city and the current action with the local commander.

"The city of Qazzim is near, but the enemy naval fleet they have stationed there are strong. And we don't really have the air support capability for this either, that something the Brit and Azmeny have. We might have to dig in and wait until the British and Azmeny reinforcements arrive. Do this position have a tunnel as well? We might need to use them if they attack us with massive artillery barrage."

Meanwhile, at the north of SKF front are the 4th Infantry Division and the 5th Armour Division. They are currently attacking the KCA position at the north alongside with SKF to support and relive the encircled SKF unit at the further north.

The 21st Armour Regiment of the 4th Infantry Division and the 119th Armour Regiment of the 5th Armour Division move in. The 21st Armour Regiment are made up with 45 MBT-A1 Thunder, 30 BTR-80 which can carry seven troops and supported by their Artillery unit which consists of 30 M109A7 self-propelled artillery. Meanwhile the 119th Armour Regiment are made up with 40 Challenger 2, 23 M2A3 Bradley which can carry seven troops and they are supported by 7 Gepard and 16 Type 93 SAM. They are moving in attacking the KCA position alongside with the SKF, in an attempt to relieve the encircled SKF unit.

While all of this happening, General Mikhail Anton meet with the SKF leader Abdul Rauf Al-Salam. "Greetings, Abdul Rauf Al-Salam, my name is General Mikhail Anton and we are here to support your faction. My unit are currently assisting your forces on the frontline right now, while the other country that supported you are probably on their way right now... So, what do you want to discuss?"

[Einheitswelt]

Near the coast of the SKF controlled territory

The 2nd Naval Group arrived at Kamayan, landing the Intervention Forces into SKF territory. Their mission is to support the SKF forces against the extreme hard-line communist forces and to restore order and stability under the new Socialist government.

SKF Frontline, near the city of Qazzim

Under the command of General Mikhail Anton, the Intervention Forces unit move into their position. The 7th Infantry Division are put in position on the SKF front at near the city of Qazzim. The SKF Guerillas over there have been attacked by the Einheitswelt naval forces.

The commander of this unit, Lt.Gen Vasily Ivanovich are currently discussing the plan about the city and the current action with the local commander.

"The city of Qazzim is near, but the enemy naval fleet they have stationed there are strong. And we don't really have the air support capability for this either, that something the Brit and Azmeny have. We might have to dig in and wait until the British and Azmeny reinforcements arrive. Do this position have a tunnel as well? We might need to use them if they attack us with massive artillery barrage."

Meanwhile, at the north of SKF front are the 4th Infantry Division and the 5th Armour Division. They are currently attacking the KCA position at the north alongside with SKF to support and relive the encircled SKF unit at the further north.

The 21st Armour Regiment of the 4th Infantry Division and the 119th Brigade of the 5th Armour Division move in. The 21st Brigade are made up with 45 MBT-A1 Thunder, 30 BTR-80 which can carry seven troops and supported by their Artillery unit which consists of 30 M109A7 self-propelled artillery. Meanwhile the 119th Armour Regiment are made up with 40 Challenger 2, 23 M2A3 Bradley which can carry seven troops and they are supported by 7 Gepard and 16 Type 93 SAM. They are moving in attacking the KCA position alongside with the SKF, in an attempt to relieve the encircled SKF unit.

While all of this happening, General Mikhail Anton meet with the SKF leader Abdul Rauf Al-Salam. "Greetings, Abdul Rauf Al-Salam, my name is General Mikhail Anton and we are here to support your faction. My unit are currently assisting your forces on the frontline right now, while the other country that supported you are probably on their way right now... So, what do you want to discuss?"

CENTRASTADT ALPHA, EINHEITSWELT
The Unigovernor exhaled his smoke, as his Minister of War came. The Unigovernor looked at the distant skies of Centrastadt Alpha, and below the skies, the bustling vintage-modern city of the Centrastadt.
"Initiate Operation Rising Sun"

EINHEITSWELT MINISTRY OF WAR

DIRECTIVES#111024, TOP SECRET

OPERATION RISING SUN

The Unigovernor has authorized the Ministry of War's proposal for "Operation Rising Sun", the details are as following

Deployment:
Eastern Encirclement
Split-up of the 4th Armored Division, Army Group A
500 Mk. IX Schroedinger
500 Automated Brigade Infantry
50 Mk. IV SMMC
5 RB-27 Cruiser Rocket Bombers
50 Intelligence Agents
15 Mk. IV Obliterators(30x15 Infantry)
4 Skystingers

Western Encirclement
P.S Supported by the Rocket Destroyers
500 Mk IX Schroedinger
500 Automated Brigade Infantry
50 Mk. IV SMMC
5 RB-27 Cruiser Rocket Bombers
4 Skystingers
50 Intelligence Agents
15 Mk. IV Obliterators(30x15 Infantry)

Plan Details:

Phase 1:
Anti-Air Disarmament
Executor: Intelligence Agents
Objective: Disarm Aleutrian SAM vehicles

Preemptive Rocket Strikes
Executor: Mk. IV SMMC and Rocket Destroyers(Rocket Destroyers for Western Front only)
Objective: Disarm key military installations
Special Note: Engage key military infrastructures and hostile heavy weaponry

Blitzkrieg
Executor: Ground Attack(Schroedinger, Obliterator, Automated Brigade, Infantry), Aerial Attack(RB-27 Bombers)
Objective: Sterilize the territory before occupation. DO NOT take prisoners, search any houses for armament stashes, and confiscate(DO NOT DESTROY THE WEAPON STASHES, MIGHT BE USEFUL)
Special Note: Located any tunnel, report for sterilization by the Flametroopers

[Erusean Federation]

44th Supply Corps

As the Supply Corps' new Bar-2 trucks rolled through the forest, men armed with the new REAR-22 Assault Rifle as well as a few APCs and a Tv. 102 MBT took the shortest route to a major city, since radar couldn't operate.

Then, they heard voices.

As they readied their weapons, they found a group of civilians in a beat up Toyota pickup, with food and water in the back. They had just broken down, as they tried fruitlessly fixing the car.

Sgt. Harris Naktra: Saya mungkin bisa memperbaiki truk Anda.
Civilian: Terima kasih!
The truck, after a diesel change, ran perfectly. The Corps went along as the civilians waved goodbye

Then, the radar pinged. Al-Naran. A major city and the capital of the DKF.

[Azmeny]

The ANS Karyau, Off the Coast of Kamayan



The waves lashed the hull of the frigate, as it turned and tossed in the turbulent seas. Spray wetted the decks, as the ship made progress towards Kamayan. The forty-three year old hull groaned and creaked, as the vessel pitched up and down on the ocean waves.

On the bridge, the ship’s captain surveyed the instruments as the ship made its course. A 34-year-old native of Novostrashny province, Captain Aisha Karimova was Azmeny’s first female naval captain, and had risen rapidly up the ranks of the People’s Navy to take command of Azmeny’s oldest frigate, the Karyau, a ship which had been in service longer than she’d been alive. If ships could talk, she thought to herself this one would have a hell of a lot of stories to tell. This was a historic ship, Azmeny’s first guided-missile warship. Quite frankly, it should by any means have been in a museum rather than active deployment- but here she was, sailing the high seas to Kamayan, to support the Socialist Kamayan Front.

“Captain to the Control Room” sounded the intercom, reminding Karimova that she needed to head into the beating heart of the vessel. The ship was on defence watches, and the crew needed to be vigilant as they enetered possibly dangerous waters, and that included her. She made here way down the long metal corridors illuminating by flickering fluorescent tubes, and sunk down multiple creaking metal ladders, as she made her way to the control room.

A faint red light illuminated the control room. Men and women hunched over green CRT displays briefly looked up as the captain entered, before returning to their instruments, monitoring the ship’s myriad weapons systems and sensors, processing the latest information as the 1980s-era radar made its sweep on the towering radar mast meters above the spray-soaked decks. The room belied the age of the vessel- packed with what was once the best Azmeny had to offer in electronics and computer systems, it now reeked of anachronism, and faintly of metal and oil.

The ship’s radar officer told the captain “we’ve got nothing hostile. All we can see is the second naval strike group- Aleutrians.”. Karimova replied “Those are our allies- they’re Thomson’s ships. I’d say we radio them- let them know we’re here and that they should be prepared to watch over our ships- well to keep an eye on them. We are going to tell them that we are starting our landings in socialist territory now- we have selected beach Salkhan- to the south of the socialist-held city of Qazzim. We must be there for our socialist allies”

The Palace of the People, Azmenabad, Azmeny
President Yuri Korolev sat at his desk, sipping a glass of black tea. Golden morning light shone through the window of the President’s office, shining first onto the Azmen flag behind his desk, before illuminating the rug on the carpet, a hand-dyed carpet patterned in the distinctive designs which were distinctive of the Central Asian nation of Azmeny. It then bounced onto the golden door handle, which glinted in the light of the window.

The door handle then rotated, and out came two men, in dark suits, with Azmen flag lapel pins and briefcases emblazoned with the State Seal of the People’s Republic of Azmeny. “Good day Comrade Savkin and Comrade Safarov. What occasion brings you ministers here?” enquired the President to the Exterior Minister and the Defence Minister. “The situation in Kamayan, your excellency.” replied Exterior Minister Ivan Savkin, who sat down in a red leather chair in front of the President’s desk.

“We’ve just deployed our naval assets like we discussed, and we wish to move troops to assist the SKF.” Said Defence Minister Ruslan Safarov “And we’ve rendezvoused with the Aleutrian fleet.” Safarov then said “We wish to establish contact with our SKF comrades, to support socialist democracy abroad. We don’t want to show up unannounced.”

Korolev said “I will write a message to Abdul Rauf Al-Salam myself and send it via military communications. From one socialist leader to another.” He knew well that if he wished to reach out to the SKF, it would be best that the message would come from him- to emphasise the importance with which Azmenabad viewed a victory for the Socialist Kamayan Front.

“Yes Comrade President.” Replied the two ministers.

Later that day, a communique was sent to the SKF leader, via encrypted fax. Now all Korolev needed was a reply.

Code: Select all

OFFICIAL COMMUNIQUE OF THE PEOPLE’S REPUBLIC OF AZMENY
ENCRYPTION LEVEL: High

Dear Esteemed Comrade Abdul Rauf Al-Salam,
The People’s Republic of Azmeny wishes to extended its warmest support for the Socialist Kamayan Front, in its struggle for socialist democracy, in support of the workers of Kamayan and the world.

Azmenabad therefore urges for permission to land troops in SKF held areas, to assist the socialist cause and ensure victory in this civil war. Our People’s Army has 3 divisions ready to deploy, and we hope that we may be given permission to deploy our troops on the side of socialism.

In this, we hope to ensure peace and prosperity for the workers of Kamayan, and for a future rid from monarchist tyranny and capitalist exploitation, and for democracy and socialism to lead Kamayan into a new era. We eagerly await your response.

His Escellency, Comrade President Yuri Korolev


[Aleutria]

The ANS Karyau, Off the Coast of Kamayan



The waves lashed the hull of the frigate, as it turned and tossed in the turbulent seas. Spray wetted the decks, as the ship made progress towards Kamayan. The forty-three year old hull groaned and creaked, as the vessel pitched up and down on the ocean waves.

On the bridge, the ship’s captain surveyed the instruments as the ship made its course. A 34-year-old native of Novostrashny province, Captain Aisha Karimova was Azmeny’s first female naval captain, and had risen rapidly up the ranks of the People’s Navy to take command of Azmeny’s oldest frigate, the Karyau, a ship which had been in service longer than she’d been alive. If ships could talk, she thought to herself this one would have a hell of a lot of stories to tell. This was a historic ship, Azmeny’s first guided-missile warship. Quite frankly, it should by any means have been in a museum rather than active deployment- but here she was, sailing the high seas to Kamayan, to support the Socialist Kamayan Front.

“Captain to the Control Room” sounded the intercom, reminding Karimova that she needed to head into the beating heart of the vessel. The ship was on defence watches, and the crew needed to be vigilant as they enetered possibly dangerous waters, and that included her. She made here way down the long metal corridors illuminating by flickering fluorescent tubes, and sunk down multiple creaking metal ladders, as she made her way to the control room.

A faint red light illuminated the control room. Men and women hunched over green CRT displays briefly looked up as the captain entered, before returning to their instruments, monitoring the ship’s myriad weapons systems and sensors, processing the latest information as the 1980s-era radar made its sweep on the towering radar mast meters above the spray-soaked decks. The room belied the age of the vessel- packed with what was once the best Azmeny had to offer in electronics and computer systems, it now reeked of anachronism, and faintly of metal and oil.

The ship’s radar officer told the captain “we’ve got nothing hostile. All we can see is the second naval strike group- Aleutrians.”. Karimova replied “Those are our allies- they’re Thomson’s ships. I’d say we radio them- let them know we’re here and that they should be prepared to watch over our ships- well to keep an eye on them. We are going to tell them that we are starting our landings in socialist territory now- we have selected beach Salkhan- to the south of the socialist-held city of Qazzim. We must be there for our socialist allies”

Near the coast of SKF-controlled territory, AFS Narvik

Narvik. The mighty Battlecruiser sail along the coast with it's escorts ship, patrolling the area. Inside the bridge of Narvik are two people discussing about the current situation. These are Vice Admiral Horatio Thompson, commander of the 2nd Naval Strike Group and Captain Louis Hemsworth, commander of the AFS Narvik.

The captain spoke, "Admiral, with all due respect, an attempt to support our troops at Qazzim will be hard if not impossible! The enemy have strong fleet stationed there, we only have few couple ship, if we tried to move there we would be-"

The Admiral silent him. While he had a point about the enemy fleet, but they need to support their troops as well.

While the Admiral thinking about this, the Ship Radio Officer suddenly spotted something and spoke to the Admiral, "Sir, we got lots of dot coming from this side here."

After he said that, the radio suddenly sounded. The Radio Officer pick it up.

"Yeah? Really?... This one is for you Admiral."

The Admiral said, "Let me." And pick up the radio and said, "Hello? Uh huh. Really? I see, we will rendezvous with your fleet soon." After that he put down the radio.

The captain who is curious spoke to the Admiral, "What it is Admiral?"

The Admiral said, "Gentlemen, we have good news. The Azmeny fleet have arrived and currently preparing to land the troops at the Salkhan beach. We have been requested to rendezvous with their ship and help them to support and overlooking the landing. Radio Officer, inform all unit of the 2nd Naval Strike Group to rendezvous with the Azmeny fleet."

The Radio Officer replied, "Aye, Admiral."

The 2nd Naval Strike Group are now moving towards Azmeny fleet position, with their current morale is high with the reinforcement have arrived.

The Admiral smile, saying these word:

"Turn out miracle do exist."

[Dai Nippon Teikokuu]

KCA-SKF Frontlines, SKF's Cavalry
The Local commander Ahmed Barzani replied back to Lt.Gen Vasily Ivanovich
"Yes of course, we regularly use them these tunnels we're built during the Kamayan Republic era. these tunnels are vast you can transport large amounts of troops and vehicles to our northern territories and about transporting vehicles That's going to be hard due to the tunnels being abandoned since 1993. including the other makeshift bunkers built throughout the territories, that's all we have."

At the frontlines, The KCA's old tanks stood no chance against a more modern adversary, The SKF began firing mortar fire on the KCA's trench lines pinning them down giving the Aleutrian-SKF storming forces a chance to move further to take over abandoned trenches filled with equipment and ammunition boxes left out by retreating troops. The Tanks creating small sandstorms and firing their thunderous cannons.
KCA's unfortunate T-55's began to cook off in the distant the fire began to spread through the muzzles and top hatches. Any lucky KCA tanks that we're damaged might have been abandoned the crew saving their own skin.

The KCA's troops managed to pull back and regroup, they began firing back with D-30 Howitzers causing slight losses to the attacking forces. NSVT Heavy Machineguns started firing at the infantry. Grinding down the Aleutrians and the SKF Guerillas to halt.

The Aleutrians-SKF offensive was proven to be successful the SKF losses we're large due to them being ill-equipped and their lack of military experience led to that, but they still managed to pull off the offensive, without the Aleutrians the SKF offensive would've been a massive failure. The desert fields now lie with corpses and destroyed vehicles.

Location: SKF Forward Operations Base.
Meanwhile In the bushes of the Kamayan desert lays the forward operations base, where Mikhail Anton was guided, Once Abdul Rauf saw the general, he handed him a cigar he took a puff out and saying
"we must hold down the southern frontlines and attempt to move in through the north connecting both we will have large amounts of forces once we take Umarai we will direct our assets towards Qazzim."

Abdul Rauf was interrupted by one of his officer's "Sir, we have received a message from the Azmeny..." Abdul asked one of his staff members to send back the following fax message.

From: Premier Abdul Rauf Al-Salam
Message: In God's Most Compassionate Grace, I am grateful by your message. You have full permission to land your military forces in the southern regions, with your help and aid we will defeat The Bandits of The Kamayan Communist Army. You have our full cooperation, and we hope our alliance lives forever.

Signed, Premier Abdul Rauf Al-Salam.

DKF-KMC Frontlines, The Final Assault.
Frank Stolzer, looking at the beautiful sunset with rotten corpses and destroyed BTR's belonging to the KMC. It gave him a sense of beauty and prideful duty. But that sense didn't last long... As he squinted his eyes he saw two squadrons of MiG-23B's he managed too quickly duck down from their strafing run. As they made their second turn Stolzer shouted 'Schiesser! Shoot down those damn jets!" After the first strafing they made another turn releasing their large payload of bombs. Frank was dazed from the bombardment but then he got up muttering to himself "Shit Shit Shit!".

Once the smoke of the bombs began to raise The KMC's 130th Light Infantry Battalion with the support of 33rd Armored Battalion have begun their assault, BMP-1's begun to move on slow pace the infantry begun to appear from the BMP's doors quickly spreading out from left to right and started firing and moving on the armored vehicles pace. RPG Support troops loaded up OG-7V warheads on their RPG's firing on the DKF forces causing significant amounts of damage. with the slow-paced movement of the mechanized infantry the artillery support has layed down a creeping barrage. with this the DKF forces we're suppressed some have routed back to the nearest town.

The DKF's weakened Defenses responded back with counter-battery fire. Mercenaries and Milita's moving around the trenches quickly getting into position and began firing back on the KMC's Troops and Armored Vehicles with 9M14 Malyutka's and M1 Mortars. But due to the KMC's overwhelming assault that forced Frank and his remaining defending forces to pull back to An Nasiya. Frank felt angry that he lost the defenses but happy that he caused heavy casualties to the KMC Battalions.

[Einheitswelt]

KCA-SKF Frontlines, SKF's Cavalry
The Local commander Ahmed Barzani replied back to Lt.Gen Vasily Ivanovich
"Yes of course, we regularly use them these tunnels we're built during the Kamayan Republic era. these tunnels are vast you can transport large amounts of troops and vehicles to our northern territories and about transporting vehicles That's going to be hard due to the tunnels being abandoned since 1993. including the other makeshift bunkers built throughout the territories, that's all we have."

At the frontlines, The KCA's old tanks stood no chance against a more modern adversary, The SKF began firing mortar fire on the KCA's trench lines pinning them down giving the Aleutrian-SKF storming forces a chance to move further to take over abandoned trenches filled with equipment and ammunition boxes left out by retreating troops. The Tanks creating small sandstorms and firing their thunderous cannons.
KCA's unfortunate T-55's began to cook off in the distant the fire began to spread through the muzzles and top hatches. Any lucky KCA tanks that we're damaged might have been abandoned the crew saving their own skin.

The KCA's troops managed to pull back and regroup, they began firing back with D-30 Howitzers causing slight losses to the attacking forces. NSVT Heavy Machineguns started firing at the infantry. Grinding down the Aleutrians and the SKF Guerillas to halt.

The Aleutrians-SKF offensive was proven to be successful the SKF losses we're large due to them being ill-equipped and their lack of military experience led to that, but they still managed to pull off the offensive, without the Aleutrians the SKF offensive would've been a massive failure. The desert fields now lie with corpses and destroyed vehicles.

Location: SKF Forward Operations Base.
Meanwhile In the bushes of the Kamayan desert lays the forward operations base, where Mikhail Anton was guided, Once Abdul Rauf saw the general, he handed him a cigar he took a puff out and saying
"we must hold down the southern frontlines and attempt to move in through the north connecting both we will have large amounts of forces once we take Umarai we will direct our assets towards Qazzim."

Abdul Rauf was interrupted by one of his officer's "Sir, we have received a message from the Azmeny..." Abdul asked one of his staff members to send back the following fax message.

From: Premier Abdul Rauf Al-Salam
Message: In God's Most Compassionate Grace, I am grateful by your message. You have full permission to land your military forces in the southern regions, with your help and aid we will defeat The Bandits of The Kamayan Communist Army. You have our full cooperation, and we hope our alliance lives forever.

Signed, Premier Abdul Rauf Al-Salam.

DKF-KMC Frontlines, The Final Assault.
Frank Stolzer, looking at the beautiful sunset with rotten corpses and destroyed BTR's belonging to the KMC. It gave him a sense of beauty and prideful duty. But that sense didn't last long... As he squinted his eyes he saw two squadrons of MiG-23B's he managed too quickly duck down from their strafing run. As they made their second turn Stolzer shouted 'Schiesser! Shoot down those damn jets!" After the first strafing they made another turn releasing their large payload of bombs. Frank was dazed from the bombardment but then he got up muttering to himself "Shit Shit Shit!".

Once the smoke of the bombs began to raise The KMC's 130th Light Infantry Battalion with the support of 33rd Armored Battalion have begun their assault, BMP-1's begun to move on slow pace the infantry begun to appear from the BMP's doors quickly spreading out from left to right and started firing and moving on the armored vehicles pace. RPG Support troops loaded up OG-7V warheads on their RPG's firing on the DKF forces causing significant amounts of damage. with the slow-paced movement of the mechanized infantry the artillery support has layed down a creeping barrage. with this the DKF forces we're suppressed some have routed back to the nearest town.

The DKF's weakened Defenses responded back with counter-battery fire. Mercenaries and Milita's moving around the trenches quickly getting into position and began firing back on the KMC's Troops and Armored Vehicles with 9M14 Malyutka's and M1 Mortars. But due to the KMC's overwhelming assault that forced Frank and his remaining defending forces to pull back to An Nasiya. Frank felt angry that he lost the defenses but happy that he caused heavy casualties to the KMC Battalions.

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This invasion has proven how weak KCA when it is unsupported, and finally, Operation Rising Sun begun.

The Aleutrian Army saw massive influx of troops stationed in Kamaya, as the External Intelligence Agency is behind the work.

[SIC]A forged paper is made by the EIA about the reinforcement deployment[SIC]

The Agents managed to gather intelligence on the Aleutrian front, commencing Phase One of Operation Rising Sun. The Aleutrian SAMs are disabled, ammunition depots exploded, and food rations poisoned.

[Aleutria]

KCA-SKF Frontlines, SKF's Cavalry
The Local commander Ahmed Barzani replied back to Lt.Gen Vasily Ivanovich
"Yes of course, we regularly use them these tunnels we're built during the Kamayan Republic era. these tunnels are vast you can transport large amounts of troops and vehicles to our northern territories and about transporting vehicles That's going to be hard due to the tunnels being abandoned since 1993. including the other makeshift bunkers built throughout the territories, that's all we have."

At the frontlines, The KCA's old tanks stood no chance against a more modern adversary, The SKF began firing mortar fire on the KCA's trench lines pinning them down giving the Aleutrian-SKF storming forces a chance to move further to take over abandoned trenches filled with equipment and ammunition boxes left out by retreating troops. The Tanks creating small sandstorms and firing their thunderous cannons.
KCA's unfortunate T-55's began to cook off in the distant the fire began to spread through the muzzles and top hatches. Any lucky KCA tanks that we're damaged might have been abandoned the crew saving their own skin.

The KCA's troops managed to pull back and regroup, they began firing back with D-30 Howitzers causing slight losses to the attacking forces. NSVT Heavy Machineguns started firing at the infantry. Grinding down the Aleutrians and the SKF Guerillas to halt.

The Aleutrians-SKF offensive was proven to be successful the SKF losses we're large due to them being ill-equipped and their lack of military experience led to that, but they still managed to pull off the offensive, without the Aleutrians the SKF offensive would've been a massive failure. The desert fields now lie with corpses and destroyed vehicles.

Location: SKF Forward Operations Base.
Meanwhile In the bushes of the Kamayan desert lays the forward operations base, where Mikhail Anton was guided, Once Abdul Rauf saw the general, he handed him a cigar he took a puff out and saying
"we must hold down the southern frontlines and attempt to move in through the north connecting both we will have large amounts of forces once we take Umarai we will direct our assets towards Qazzim."

Abdul Rauf was interrupted by one of his officer's "Sir, we have received a message from the Azmeny..." Abdul asked one of his staff members to send back the following fax message.

From: Premier Abdul Rauf Al-Salam
Message: In God's Most Compassionate Grace, I am grateful by your message. You have full permission to land your military forces in the southern regions, with your help and aid we will defeat The Bandits of The Kamayan Communist Army. You have our full cooperation, and we hope our alliance lives forever.

Signed, Premier Abdul Rauf Al-Salam.

DKF-KMC Frontlines, The Final Assault.
Frank Stolzer, looking at the beautiful sunset with rotten corpses and destroyed BTR's belonging to the KMC. It gave him a sense of beauty and prideful duty. But that sense didn't last long... As he squinted his eyes he saw two squadrons of MiG-23B's he managed too quickly duck down from their strafing run. As they made their second turn Stolzer shouted 'Schiesser! Shoot down those damn jets!" After the first strafing they made another turn releasing their large payload of bombs. Frank was dazed from the bombardment but then he got up muttering to himself "Shit Shit Shit!".

Once the smoke of the bombs began to raise The KMC's 130th Light Infantry Battalion with the support of 33rd Armored Battalion have begun their assault, BMP-1's begun to move on slow pace the infantry begun to appear from the BMP's doors quickly spreading out from left to right and started firing and moving on the armored vehicles pace. RPG Support troops loaded up OG-7V warheads on their RPG's firing on the DKF forces causing significant amounts of damage. with the slow-paced movement of the mechanized infantry the artillery support has layed down a creeping barrage. with this the DKF forces we're suppressed some have routed back to the nearest town.

The DKF's weakened Defenses responded back with counter-battery fire. Mercenaries and Milita's moving around the trenches quickly getting into position and began firing back on the KMC's Troops and Armored Vehicles with 9M14 Malyutka's and M1 Mortars. But due to the KMC's overwhelming assault that forced Frank and his remaining defending forces to pull back to An Nasiya. Frank felt angry that he lost the defenses but happy that he caused heavy casualties to the KMC Battalions.

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This invasion has proven how weak KCA when it is unsupported, and finally, Operation Rising Sun begun.

The Aleutrian Army saw massive influx of troops stationed in Kamaya, as the External Intelligence Agency is behind the work.

[SIC]A forged paper is made by the EIA about the reinforcement deployment[SIC]

The Agents managed to gather intelligence on the Aleutrian front, commencing Phase One of Operation Rising Sun. The Aleutrian SAMs are disabled, ammunition depots exploded, and food rations poisoned.

SKF southwest frontline, near the city of Qazzim, 7th Infantry Division

After hearing Ahmed answering his questions, Vasily said, "That would be enough, at least we have a safe place when the enemy launch a massive artillery attack towards us."

While waiting around, Radio Operator Cpl. Henry Webb come up to the General and said, "Sir, I have a important message from the 2nd Naval Strike Group. It's says, "Land unit listens up! The Azmeny fleet are here and we moving in to rendezvous with them. Stay out and wait for our signal, that is the red flares. Understood? Thompson out."

"Well I'd be dammed, it's seems the reinforcement we have awaiting have arrived. Now all we have to do is wait for the signal from the 2nd Naval Strike Group. Good job, Corporal. You may return to your post.", Vasily replied.

"Yes sir!", said Henry before he return to his post.

Few kilometres away from the southwest frontline, SKF Ammunition Depot

In here are few Aleutrian troops stationed here, mostly just watching around the place.

One of them decided to have a talk, "Hey, did you know that the unit at the Northern frontline got some new reinforcement?"

"Really? That's surprising, I thought HQ have decided to not sent more troops?"

"Maybe HQ are more generous than we thought, hehe."

"Probably... Though I don't really have good feelings about this."

Suddenly a sound heard from the sky, and the soldiers look up.

"What is that... No... Everyone take cover!"

[Einheitswelt]

SKF Frontline
As the chain of explosions and poisoning ended, the Unitary Army decided to send in direct attack: Phase Two has begun. The Skystinger Fighter Jets, along with the rocket bombers flew like swans over the SKF garrison.

"This is Leibstandarte 1-1, prep to break formation," said the squadron command.
"This is Comet 1-1, bombs primed and ready to go," said Comet 1-1
"Lit up the skies, Comet-1-1" said Leibstandarte 1-1

The jets broke formation, as rockets flew like their codename: Comets. They fell like comets crashing down the surface, either slaughtering the Aleutrian-SKF troopers, or may there be miracle that saved them?

Following the bombardment, came the automated brigade-the most elite infantry of the Unity Army, behind them, the armored division.

They were dressed in an intimidating manner. Their assault rifles went piercing the air, the armored shells firing. But what's next?

[HimDyr]

Across the sky came a fleet of jet-black helicopters. The HimDyrian soldiers clung tightly to their weapons, as the Kingdom of Kamayan comes into view. The men sent here were a mix of freshly recruited soldiers and veterans of previous wars.

The center helicopter held the two highest ranking officers of the operation: Sentinel Andy Cornwall and Prince Caspian Boltone. Sentinel Cornwall was a former Sea Marshal in the HimDyrian Navy. Prince Caspian was the second-oldest son of the royal family. He has some military experience, but nothing on this scale.

"My lord, we will be arriving soon." Sentinel Cornwall turned his head to the prince, who was looking out to the land. "Do you have any orders?"

"Establish security around our perimeter, then we wait. My father said the main objective is the preserving of the kingdom. If we can do that without too much bloodshed, then this will be a success."

The two went quiet, as the helicopters came over their pads. They landed onto the pad, then dispersed into their areas. Soldiers regrouped with their platoons and companies. Orders are barked from officers and NCOs. Sentinel Cornwall and Prince Boltone leave to find someone who can guide them.

"I suppose this will be our home for now, Sentinel. What a lovely vacation."

[Dai Nippon Teikokuu]

Kamayan Military Council, Friends From East Asia
Field Marshal Badr was sitting in his office watching out the window seeing people come and go, feeling desperate due to suffering huge losses and achieving very little victories. he Then sighed "wish someone could help us..." Said Badr he switched back to his desk overlooking civil and military matters until one of his government staff members barged in saying "Sir! we've received a letter from the Imperial Japanese Goverment! A Delegation is arriving soon! Badr's face was filled with relief and joy.

Three hours have passed. And the Imperial Japanese Delegation arrived they we're led to the palace of heroes a place built during The Kamayan Republic used as a place for high goverment meetings. The Delegation arrived in the palace there was large amounts of media crews attempting to talk to the Imperial Delegation and the field marshal. Once they arrived, they sat down The Delegate Kozutsami Ryozo shook hands with Field Marshal Badr and exchanged friendly smiles.

Badr: "It's great to see you! And we hope your majesty will grace us with his presence in the near future."

Ryozo: "His Majesty The Emperor and the prime minister have shown heavy support to you, we've heard you are suffering heavy losses?"

Badr: "Yes, yes of course we have suffered quite losses as you can see. we've lost-"Badr's assistance handed him the casualties report "Close to 2,700 human losses and over 97 military assets we're destroyed, the numbers are still growing."

Ryozo: His facial expression was filled with shock and amazement "Those are alarming numbers. And for that we will offer our resources but... we are going to need something in return."

Badr: "And what do you need in return?"

Ryozo: "As you know, in our imperial sphere we lack Uranium mines, so our nuclear arsenal is small and civilian reactors are suffering deficit demands, we are going to need to sign a treaty that is backed by both the Prime Minister and his majesty. Our Forces And Aid For Your Uranium Mines. we are going to ask for fifty percent of Uranium that goes to us." Ryozo slides the treaty paper towards the field marshal.

Badr: Felt Hesitant at first but he went on to sign the paper knowing letting go over half of his nations uranium deposits to win the war was a great deal "Here it is. Shall we celebrate?"

Both sides clapped and shook hands marking Imperial Japanese Involvement in the conflict. The Delegation sent a telegram to the high echelons of the Imperial Japanese goverment saying "Operation: Sand Goijra is a go!"

[Azmeny]

Azmanev FOB, The beaches of SKF-held Kamayan



The rumble of tracks and the din of construction washed over the beach. Since the arrival of the Azmen forces, this stretch of coast had borne witness to intense construction, as a rudimentary harbour was set up for the movement of heavy machinery delivered by sea, as well as essential supplies of rations and ammunition. An airstrip, with lights powered by diesel generators allowed fighter jets to take off and land, stretched off into the distance, and occasionally a fighter jet, or perhaps an Il-76 would kick up a great cloud of dust as it took of or landed down the newly bulldozed surface. After all, an army marched on its stomach, so the saying went, and Azmenabad did not wish to shirk on logistics for its men overseas.

Engineers contracted for Azmeny’s military, with SKF approval were finishing the work on this temporary harbour, which was already complete enough to facilitate the arrival of ships carrying Azmen military hardware, and the soldiers needed to mount a pushback into KCA territory. Here the best of Azmeny’s military hardware was being offloaded, with gleaming RQ-200 surface to air missile systems and B-4 main battle tanks rolling off a mix of military and contracted civilian vessels, as the People’s Army built up a presence in Kamayan. Soldiers guarded the site, watching over it assault rifles in hand, and watchful eyes glancing over the horizon assisted by surface to air missile systems.

Now, it was the time for Azmeny’s soldiers to join the fight, the fight for democracy and socialism around the world, one which Azmeny’s People’s Army had waged for sixty years. The men on these sandy shores were- in their hearts and minds- truly the successors of Azmanev’s men, the men who had toppled the corrupt and tyrannical sultan of Azmenistan. They were the continuation of that fight, the fight against all forms of oppression.

These young men were the pride of the People’s Republic, and were happy to support an ideological ally, and that support was expressed not only by a substantial military presence, but by deliveries of weapons and ammunition for the Socialist Kamayan Front. These included supplies of rifle ammunition, assault rifles and consumables such as rations and bigger items, such as a handful of B-3 main battle tanks and T-72s. Azmen society broadly supported the war effort- although a vocal minority labelled it a vast folly of the governing Azmen Communist Union, and the rather hawkish President Yuri Korolev.

Here on the beach, however, the political ruminations of Azmenabad were thousands of miles away, and the men of the Azmen People’s Army were busy. In the heart of the base, around a dimly lit table, four olive-suited men gathered around a table, hunched around the map like a cabal of conspirators.

“Attention Comrades” the highest ranking one said, as he puffed a great cloud of aromatic smoke from his cigar “we are gathering from our SKF allies reports that there is a major military buildup across the frontlines from us. These have been verified by pictures- look here and here. Large amounts of armoured units, our sources suggest from Einheitswelt- a major backer of those KCA tyrants.”

Then, another man spoke up, his face shadowed by the brim of his peaked cap. “Quite so General Chekhov, and my airmen have heard reports from our Aleutria comrades there has been a major attack on their positions.”

General Chekhov then spoke up “Well- it’s clear something must be done. We must work to decapitate their forces fast- before they can hurt our SKF comrades further. Ready your airmen”.

“Yes Conrade Chekhov.” Came the reply. “Let’s show them the might of our People’s Army firsthand.” And the four men then folded their briefcases shut and dispersed.

The SKF-KCA frontline, near Qazzim



The ground shook with fear as the mighty roar of the Azmen AZ-144s twin Jupiter-14M turbofan engines streaked through the brilliant blue sky. At its helm was Flight Lieutenant Leonid Azarov, the most skilled aviator Azmeny had been blessed with for decades, and a man who had flown just about anything, from rocket ships for Azmeny’s burgeoning space program to Mig-21s against terrorists in the sand-swept mountains of Noristan.

He eased the stick to the front of the blue-painted cockpit, and the nose depressed slightly as the plane dropped to a lower altitude, to avoid radar detection as he directed the powerful fighter, with its distinctive canards and angular airframe towards its target. He then pushed a button on the side of the somewhat weighty control column, and a white trail of rocket exhaust shot out of the internal weapons bay of the Azmen jet, guided by its anti-radiation seeker towards a ground based radar.

Azmeny had few fifth generation fighter aircraft in Kamayan- but it would make excellent use of them. Flying out of FOB Azmanev, a flight of fifteen had been deployed, using their low observability to their advantage, and flying low to reduce their visibility to the radars they had been sent to destroy using Kh-31 anti radiation missiles stored in internal weapons bays. There was an element of danger, but the stealthy fifth generation aircraft would be harder to detect and track, and could strike with brutal efficiency, especially with the top pilots of the People’s Army Air Force behind the gold-coated canopies of the aircraft.

The airmen chosen for these jets held their positions as a highest honour, a mark of excellence. Trained in the Petr Azmanev Air Force Academy, in Simulators, and then Trainer jets which roared over the deserts of Altairny Province, they were Azmeny’s best airmen, young, talented and well-trained, albeit hot-headed, with Leonid Azarov being the boldest, brashest and most skilled of the lot, not to mention a rising star in the eyes of Azmeny’s Communist Union, a hero of true proletarian quality, as the People’s Times once hailed him.

Following behind, a wave of Mig-29 and Su-27 fighters, older yet still capable aircraft followed, with air defences already crippled by the first round. These then set out to attack the mechanised forces of the KCA and Einheitswelt, using air to ground missiles to punch through tanks from above, and using their high speeds and service ceilings to steer clear of MANPAD fire. These attacks would be supported by the vessels of the People’s Navy, including the ANS Azmanev, the ageing yet formidable flagship of the People’s Navy.

Outfitted with stealthy, long range cruise missiles and a small amount of hypersonics, the Azmanev, alongside the more modern ANS Novostrashni Usyani- one of Azmeny’s most modern Revolution class of guided missile destroyers- and her smaller sisters, provided a barrage of cruise missile attacks against KCA and Einheitswert military infrastructure, such as ammunition stores, as well as to sever strategically vital transport links such as roads, bridges and railways, with a key focus placed on destroying the road between Qazzim and Umarai, to hinder the movement of armoured forces by the KCA and its backers.

On the ground meanwhile, Azmeny’s forces began to advance. With the support of attack helicopters and AD-1 Lochin drones, the soldiers of Azmeny’s 7th infantry regiment launched an advance towards Qazzim from the East, looking for enemy soldiers hiding in wait for Azmeny’s armoured forces, and focused on eliminating pockets of resistance. Azmeny knew well that even the best tanks could be stopped by a bunch of illiterate militiamen with ATGMs these seats: this was hardly the Second World War, where the unassisted Panzerdivision could cover vast swathes of land, immune to anything but an enemy tank. Nowadays, drones, and man portable antitank weapons had firmly shifted the balance away from the tank men, and Azmenabad knew well of the vulnerability of even their thickly armoured seventy ton B-4 tanks if used improperly. These efforts would be supported with Azmen KT-5 IFVs, using their 30mm auto cannons to provide heavy fire support, and transporting the specialised troops of Azmeny’s Motor Rifle regiments into battle.

With enemy infantry advancing ahead, Azmeny’s tanks would then behind them attack heavily armoured targets, engaging pillboxes, fortifications and other tanks, such as the T-54s of the KCA. These tanks would likely not stack up to the formidable B-4, with its thick composite armour and 125mm smoothbore, but Azmeny couldn’t be too complacent. Each tank shared information with the advancing infantry and other tanks over high-bandwith datalinks, allowing tankers to coordinate and advance with a clearer picture of the battlefield.

At the very back, Artillery and air defences operated out of range of enemy ground forces, dug into camouflaged emplacements, and strewn with sandy-hued nets and tarps to conceal them. Azmen BM-21 Grad MLRS and gun based artillery struck troop positions, and the long-range RQ-200 and shorter range AG-20 SPAAs provided air defence for the advancing mechanised forces against enemy fighter jets and missiles, while MANPADs integrated into infantry units provided organic air defence against drones and helicopters.

The ground shook with artillery strikes and the whistle of rockets burst through the silence of the desert night. The murmurs of infantry filled the air, and tanks slithered along the roads. Above, the afterburners of fighter jets, and the streaks of cruise missiles lit up the sky like shooting stars. While the people of Kamayan slept, Azmeny’s forces made their advance.