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Post by Xingmin Wu on Jan 9, 2016 15:49:14 GMT
January 9th 2015 - Medina, Medina The Pre-Battle
Zhang Ping was just about finished mustering his forces. Invasion was imminent, and everybody knew it. The pretext of this assault was a response to a series of suicide attacks against Medina from within Saudi Arabia, thought to be affiliated with the Global Liberation Army. General Class AAAA Zhang Ping was to lead the assault. This would be his first combat mission after being promoted to the highest rank General in the People's Liberation Army. The Saudis tried to negotiate with the Chinese, but negotiations ultimately failed. King Abdullah refused the Chinese demands for military access in the Western regions. As the invasion became more apparent, he decided to draw on his last card. A plea for help to the Americans. King Abdullah became very pro-American in the aftermath of the Mecca Bombings, it was the US Army that were first on the scene, and it was thanks to them that the Meccan population were evacuated. Despite being an inconvenience, the NAU army respected Meccan and Saudi traditions and customs while still getting the job done, something the Chinese were unwilling to do. As an extremley religious man, this meant a lot to him. King Abdullah thought he could rely on the Americans to deter the Chinese invasion.  He sent them a message, offering cheap Saudi Oil in return for military assistance and deterrance. The next day, China sent the US government a message, saying that their planned operation is to begin in 48 hours, and an extraction of their forces is 'highly recommended'.  The Chinese Chairman said "The incompetent Saudi Government has taken no steps in the prevention of further terrorist attacks and infiltrations on both its own soil, and the soil of our allies. In addition, they refuse us to take any sort of prevention action as well. Our intelligence shows that this allows for the drug trade to continue through the Arabian Peninsula, which the GLA profits from, and the arms trade with the Eurasian Collectivists, another well known terrorist group. This is a warning to any and all travellers to Saudi Arabia, and any plane trips through the country." (OOC: I will give America, and any other world power or RPer a minimum of 7 OOC days to decide to respond before the invasion begins. Since I am rather busy, one can expect me to take longer, but no guarentees. All bets are off by next saturday.) |
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Post by David Van Rotterdam on Jan 15, 2016 23:52:33 GMT
Operation Arabian Orange.
 January 15th, 2047
06:00 Local Time; U.A.E.
As the Orange General has made the final orders, the ECA invasion of Saudi Arabia was imminent. The ECA general could not let the Chinese suffer once more from a terrorist thread. Already dealing with local militia’s in Oman, he caught attention on the situation in Saudi Arabia. He was aware of the earlier car bomb in Medina, after all, he send a team of Medics to help the Chinese and local population who suffered from this attack. Keeping close contacts with the Chinese, Van Rotterdam took several important Intel to his disposal.  So after the green light was given, and the reinforcements were already in their respective places, Van Rotterdam orders his communication department to launch Operation Arabian Orange. With still Commodore Mendoza in the Persian/Oman Gulf securing that section/waters, and the Chinese in the west, David has made his plans to invade Saudi Arabia from 4 different angles. 2 groups were supposed to take the close ground. The others will flank this country from the North and the South. The paperwork was done. Instructions was send to the local officers in field. Operating this mission from his office in Qatar, Van Rotterdam nodded to his head communications officer. Operation Arabian Orange was officially started.  After a warning message to local military posts and leaders, but being ignored, Saudi Arabia must be bring to their knees. Who knows what the Chinese and Europeans will find in this land. 06:30First ECA units crossing the Saudi Arabian border on 4 spots. The army that is crossing the Qatar-Saudi Arabian border knows they had the openings position on the Saudi Forces. The 3 important Major Naval Bases of the Saudi’s will be taken care by Commodore Mendoza. Several European Warships heading to them to lock the ports down, and answer any hostile activities. Also keeping the surrounding airspace clear with heavy anti air missiles on several Frigates  The army that just left Qatar has a different task. Of course a small amount of infantry will be heading to the closest port once Mendoza will give notice to take over the control. Yet the half of the major force is heading to Al Hufuf (National Guard) Base. The other half will be heading to Dhahran Air Base.  The majority of the invading army from the north will be heading to Hafar al Batin. There is an Air Base and an Army Division Headquarters. This will be the first objective for them. taking those grounds. The group between these 2 army’s will just cross the borders, and securing the closest port, and several cities. There are militias expected, if not backed up by Saudi’s soldiers. Second half of this force will be heading South West.  The most southern invasion force will be split up into several smaller division. Most of their first terrains to win is plain dessert. Yet, if there are rebels hiding, who escaped Oman, they could be preparing ambushes or other shenanigans. This force will be backed up and gain local Intel mainly by Radar and Marksmen Copters.  (OOC: Cell gains the credit for this Operation name  ) (OOC2: sinds I am tired as fuck, 0:50 in the night, and I got a shitload of work for my scription (school) and my new job upcoming, I will update Oman and a press release tomorrow (for me, local time). I thank you for your understanding. 
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Post by Zhang Ping on Jan 21, 2016 6:50:53 GMT
 The entire situation with the United Nations had put General Zhang on greater edge than before. Operation: Arabian Red was delayed two weeks after the entire incident in America, and tensions were high. The terrorist warlord, Omar Al Ghazi, had been captured and tried for his crimes. He was imprisoned in by the Russian President, and now Ping felt that he was being overwhelmed with too much paperwork. He was exhausted, and he needed to concentrate on one thing at a time (a reference to HOW I FEEL IN REAL LIFE RIGHT NOW!). "General Zhang." The general turned to see one of the two officials who were under his command in the operation: Major-General Luo Yuan. "Good, you are here. Is your infantry division ready for movement? Do they have their orders?" Ping asked in Mandarin. Yuan merely nodded in reply, to where the tired general stood and walked out the door. He needed to see if this army was up to his standards that he had invoked for the Army of the Elemental Dragon. Why the Chairman didn't allow Zhang to use his army was beyond him, as he had it stationed there. Perhaps it was to keep his forces reserved for the terrorists? Or perhaps it was for something else. Whatever the case, he went out to see the columns and rows of soldiers, awaiting orders. Unlike some other Chinese generals, Ping didn't believe in the use of volunteers, and only went for professional military men and women.  "You know your objective: occupy the western regions of Saudi Arabia. You know your orders with American soldiers: do not fire unless you are fired upon! You know your orders with insurgents or terrorists: aim to kill! I will not tolerate failure, and if any of you fail, you can kiss your asses on the front lines goodbye! You will be stuck cleaning the barracks of the good men and women of the PLA back in China! General Luo Yuang, you will be in charge of pushing into Mecca and southwards with your infantry division! I don't want to see overwhelming numbers, I want to see tactical superiority to our enemies! I want to see them tremble before the might of our soldiers! General Xi Jinping, I want to see your armor crush those who oppose us! If all goes well, nothing will stop us from taking the terrorist threat out of the equation here in Saudi Arabia! Now, go!" The soldiers then turned and began marching to their respective vehicles. The infantry divisions to APCs and tank pilots to their vehicles. If all went according to plan, then General Zhang wouldn't have to bring out his own forces, and he would be in the clear. The march had begun, and China would have what rightfully belonged to it. |
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Post by GPU Leadership on Jan 25, 2016 12:44:29 GMT
OOC: Requesting a short pause. Both because we want to know how exactly omar escapes/make a sensible post timeline and because right now, I'm kind of bogged down with.....lots of random shit really.
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Post by Zhang Ping on Jan 26, 2016 3:29:41 GMT
Very well. We will postpone until the end of the trial.
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Post by GPU Leadership on Jan 26, 2016 3:44:15 GMT
Thanks.
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Post by David Van Rotterdam on Jan 31, 2016 16:11:12 GMT
(OOC: This post occurs just a little before Oman was completely under ECA control) Operation Arabian Orange
January 20th 2047
13:00 Local Time
 While the ECA forces were making progress to take more and more Saudi ground, the men where in a good mood. They have took notice about the progress the ECA made in Oman. They had confident that this operation was well prepared and things were going to go as according to plan. Complaining about the sand and the heat, the forces invaded further in this country. There was not that much that withhold them. Only some smaller skirmishes, but nothing worth mentioning. Only that 1 port of the Saudi’s took heavily damage when they resist the port blockade.  But suddenly every radio operator in field received the same message; “This is Lieutenant Jones, on behalf of generaloberst Van Rotterdam. Orders have been changed. Stand your ground. Take defensive positions and don’t fire until fire upon. Deploy the vehicles and make digouts. Secure the ground around yourself, but stop advancing further. Over and out..”  The officers of the battalions looked confused.. stop advancing? “Why are we stopping? Why take a pause? What is going on?” as the discussions kept on going like: “In Oman, they are continuing. Why are we forbidden to do as well?” and also conspiracy stories like idiotic terrorist attacks in Europe to even more sillier subjects like: Van Rotterdam is too busy with making money than taking ground. Every field officer commanded their troops to stand down, deploy and dig in, defensive modes.  |
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Post by Omar Al-Ghazi on Mar 5, 2016 19:32:54 GMT
@rawry4eva
GLA civilian informants patrolled the streets of Arabian cities and areas, keeping track of the events of the day. They were waiting for any orders that the GLA may have for them, but none came through. With Omar's arrest, not much came through in terms of anything big.
(OOC: I did it. You can respond now Rosy.)
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Post by David Van Rotterdam on Mar 7, 2016 15:57:29 GMT
(OOC: I waited long enough. You guys could still pick up the communications, and please do. But stalling this event any longer is unnecessary. come on, get to work people!) (OOC 2: Diplomatic policy has been changed. Saudi/US/China: Neutral. For more information: rotrwarzone.boards.net/post/4564/thread)(Notifications: @rawry4eva , Xingmin Wu , Zhang Ping , GPU Leadership , Omar Al-Ghazi , Steven Freephoenix )  Operation Arabian Orange
07:00 Local Time
“gentlemen, status?” Van Rotterdam opened his greeting while he walked in the communications room. “Our troops stand their ground. Diplomacy chances has been send to the officers. They are aware of it.” “Good job. How about our reinforcements and redeployments?” Van Rotterdam asked the com-officer again. “Construction crews are on their way. Reinforcements the same. They are expected at the end of the day sir. The redeployments will arrive the next day.” Van Rotterdam nodded.  “Okay this is how we will proceed. Arm all weapons. Tell our forces to stand by for any hostilities. Do not fire until fire upon. Yet prepare for the worst. I expect to receive word from King Abdullah later today, but our forces will proceed. Continue like we did before.” Van Rotterdam took a sip of coffee. He likes that early coffee taste in the morning. “Send out extra Radar Copters and Marksmen Helicopters. I want eyes everywhere. Don’t send out our troops in the darkness. We cannot take risks that are unnecessary. Before nightfall, I want to have reached the city of Riyadh! That’s an order. We cannot lose time!”  “Sir, what if the Saudi’s don’t want us to take the city?” another com-officer asked. “Fool. I don’t want to fight for the city. Then we surround it and cut it from the outside world. It is not the city that I desperately desire... but I will come back to that matter later. Just make sure we at least surround the city by nightfall, better would be if we own it. But continue the uprising. We need to maintain our movements! Chop chop!” “The best would be if we reach Al Duwadimi, Unayzah, and Hail before nightfall. In the night, we will continue moving. Make sure our forces got enough supplies. Order extra supply routes! And start the constructions when the excavators and crews are in place!” “Sir yes sir!” and the orders are being transmitted. David van Rotterdam studied the charts for upcoming strategic points. He knew he has the advantage of the earlier invasion movements, but how long can he maintain this advantage? And how long does it take for the Americans and Chinese to communicate? David was worried and annoyed about this situation.  07:20
“Sergeant. We are receiving orders…” one of the soldiers hurried his way to his superior. “Orders? Finally. I am sick of waiting in this god forsaken place. Give me that” he nodded while picking up the papers. “Okay. 10 minutes and we will move. Wake up the platoon private” 7:40
From nearly the entire frontline of the ECA controlled territories the forces once more came to live. Taking more and more ground as they move deeper in this country, or a sand pile like some of the men like to say it. Tanks and vehicles are moving on. Helicopters are patrolling around.  |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 7, 2016 23:28:21 GMT
Click on me for music!Forever Loyal, Florida Keys,Early in the Morning The time had come once more, Ann hid her blades in her garment once more.Leaving her quaters to a fresh morning.Walking up to her door which had small knives impaled agaisnt the pictures of world leaders old and new, only to check up on her idol and heroine.Knocking on her captains door, as it was open.The door opened to see the bed untouched, with the windows and the balconys door open.Curtains flailing in the open breeze.  Looking around with no explanation in sight, Ann expected the worse.That her captain had been abducted, yet there had been no sign of struggle.Yelling from the bottom of her lungs the whole mansion had been awakened from their early sleep.The crew all came out with weapons, some were deadeyes but most were rookies.Ann with her swedish accent took two repeats of herself to inform the others that the captain was missing.Sure this was their vacation time given to them after Omars capture, Something that Rosalinda disagreed on but Ann convinced her on doing so.Rosalinda was after all hell bent on revenge, by the means that she could aquire it.With her mission, her vendetta making a workaholic... As they first landed a month or so ago Rosalinda wasnt one that attended to the social attractions of her crew.She always appeared to be fearsome and above them, not as humane to ensure a layer of fear among the tortilla wraps.She had always been private and gone off to shop here and there, often inviting Ann.Not really something Ann took much intrest in, rather to prefer to spear fish or explore the wilderness of the Keys.This breather had now left her with an internal strife of rage and guilt for letting her guard down.The staff rushed around the facility to look for any tracks, the radiowaves saw a spike in activity as lots of reports came inconclusive.Ann knew what she had to do, ordering all of the crew she decided to step up as second in command.Gathering infront of the hanger of the conquistador the doors opened as the new and polished craft with small system updates.  Ready as she was Ann opened the door with her handprint and walked up the stairs that her commander walked down to check up on the men who tirelessly changed 12 hour shifts on commanding the craft.Only to see Rosalinda with abit of drool on the tactical map.Alongside her numerous caffine filled drinks.Plans agaisnt her vengence agaisnt the SAP, the world, scheduels on the conquistadors return and much much more. Rosalinda was asleep, in an innocent way it was cute to see the woman who always seemed furious and ready to appear so vunrable and soft.Ann grabbed Rosalinda in her amrs as she noticed a pieace of paper her captain was sitting apon. "Ann, set a course for Arabia.We our arrival is late overdue, I'll have to rest on the way there." With a smile Ann looked at her captain, putting her on her big chair with a blanket and giving out the order to take off. Whispering "Aye Aye captain, get some rest now, we will take the post till then." 18 hours later: Mecca The conquistador had been seen arriving in Mecca.There she was greeted by the Veterans of Cyprus that were present on the landing strip.Saluting her and Ann as she stopped to see something in the distance.The men thanfull of her feets in cyprus that tipped the scale,but that was unimportant now.  Outside of the airstrip and on the other side of the barbed wires were people, refugees, survivors.Thoose who had lost so much in the Mecca inncident.They were present as well, their hands on the barbed wires as an officer told her that she shouldnt worry about them getting through the fences.The people were not restless or agitated.They were actaully all chanting "Warda!" NEXT MUSIC TRACKRosalinda wanted to go to the masses and interact with them.As she walked towards the people Ann increased her pace and put her arm infront and then made a motion as if she had a wrist watch.Pointing out to the scheduel they were on.With a deep sigh Rosalinda threw her hat to the crowd and got inside a POW truck with the equipment she had requested to be moved into it. Out in the sands of the desert a settlement of tents stood contrast to the goldishbrown waves of sand.King Abdullah had resorted to leaving his palace in secret after the Europeans had surrounded them.His people had lost the will to fight, with bigger powers with even greater weapons at their borders and others around Riyadh.It had seem all hope had been lost.  The old king looked up from his chestboard to the entrence of his tent after hearing the engines of a craft stop, but the lack of gunshots starting worried him.Before him came a lady claded in local attires of cloth and colours.  With a bow she fell to her knees as her oddly clothed yet coverd none the less.With the one infront pulling her down as well the lady in cloth began to speak. "Peace be apon you great King, I am rahilah, one who travels but you may call me Rosalinda." The king looked at the forign voice, "I would rather call you Ramisa, the white Rose." "Flattery is one of your greatness King Abdullah, I am here to fight on your behalf.I am here to push the invaders our of your lands." "Whos colours do you bear then Ramisa? Such knowladge of customs is not accepted or cared for by outsiders.We permit them to dress freely, less we be critized for our way of life by the world" "I come from the land of operounity great king, la America.We have come long and far to seek your court rather then call for you like other leaders." "Ah, the Americans....I was worrying that Allah had really cursed my lands by ignoring us after the Meccan incident yet you came as you did now.Yet I did not expect a woman to be sent, god works in mysterious ways.Is this all you Bring Ramisa? Advisors told me of your past adventures, as mighty as they might seem.You will need....More to Quell theese outsiders."  Rosalinda still looking down held her pride for being belittled by her gender and responded after taking a deep request. "I maybe an Alférez more then an Furusiyya,but I have faced much greater challenges then this and I stand before you King Abdullah.Let me pledge my blade in this conflict, see that I succed.Shall I fall then as a marytr you know la America will respond with much much greater force." *Hearing the part of the blade the oddly claded woman got up and took out a sword from its sheeth as the guards raised their weapons at her.Ramisa had opened her hands in the air as the woman put the blade there presenting it to the king.It was Ramisas personnel blade no doubt as the woman knelt back to her place. Grooming his beard the king noded. "So be it, I shall declare a holy Jihad! One to protect the sovreignty and rights of this nation.Then it is up to Allah to seek if you are worthy to redeem us all or send us back to the sands. Rosalinda left and returned back to Mecca where her craft was ready, her informants reports were coming in.The conquistador made its way to the skies, entering the european occupied territorys she requested they came in gun range. "Crew, give them some pepper! She said as the small outpost she had found scatterd,Rosalinda gave spesific orders to use the small cannons and not kill anyone.Not yet...It was time she requested to see an old face and a new one alike.  Sending a message to Rotterdamns central beuro in the Netherlands. "General David Van Rotterdam , last we met it was in a meeting of minds and words.Now Its on a meeting of force and guns.By the Authority given to me by the Saudi King Abdullah I demand you leave the lands or be exiled by force.I have spared your men and sent word of my arrival of opposition as courtesy of our last encounter.This will be the first and last I do that, you have four hours to respond." Closing the message it was time she asked a favor from thoose who seeked to prove themselves.More then the millatary who had disbanded in fear, or was bought out.Whichever the case this Jihad was hers and her crews alone so far.No, It was to the british general that had been more then just vocal in the surrounding areas.  "Greetings George Algernon Pound , Rosalinda said forgetting she had her white burqa on still.To theese lands Im known as Ramisa, .The deaf and the dead can hear the sounds of war aproaching to soil theese lands, the conflict is mine.I do not ask your help in it.Be relived, but what I wish from you commander is to seek out to evacuate the civilians of the capital and surrounding areas.Should the ECA attack, I will fall apon them with an unmatched vengence.The people are innocent and shouldnt pay the price of the greedy devils of the world."
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Post by Edmund Wilson on Mar 8, 2016 0:03:23 GMT
George sighed and immediately telephoned the Prime Minister. He was no longer in a field command, having been promoted to Field Marshal and Chief Of The General Staff. After explaining what he'd been told by the mysterious woman in white, Edmund was skeptical, but allowed the transport aircraft that were situated in North Iraq and Cyprus to fly over and begin the evacuation.
"Make sure that they regularly broadcast a message stating that they are flying into a war zone for humanitarian reasons. I'd rather that none of them be shot down." Edmund stated gravely before hanging up on Field Marshal Pound.
(Just to point out, Pound is archived and therefore no longer used.)
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Post by David Van Rotterdam on Mar 13, 2016 21:44:36 GMT
While the ECA forces are moving on, a young officer stormed in the office of Van Rotterdam. With an annoyed face expression, David looked up. “Yes?” “Sir, a message from your girlfriend!” the officer mentioned. “My girlfriend? What girlfriend?” “uhm, the guys at the com-office told me that there is a message from your girlfriend, sir!” Van Rotterdam facepalmed. “Son, there is no girlfriend. About who are you talking about? Are you sure there is even a message for me? Or are the guys pulling a prank with you.. again?”  The officers head became red. “It’s from @rawry4eva , sir”. “Thanks, you are dismissed.. and tell the guys she isn’t my girlfriend… Jezus Christ..” and David started his laptop. He noticed the video which was sended by Rosy to one of his com-stations. “So the captain is back huh…” David mumbled. He quickly starts to think. He grabs his desk phone. “Connect me with King Abdullah. Yes, I need to speak with him. I need to see him earlier then I was planning. What? Yes! Do it. Thanks!” --- Press release happends now: ![]()  rotrwarzone.boards.net/thread/924/press-release-king-abdullah-rotterdamand we continue: --- “Any word of Markus Kane yet? Or the Chinese? Perhaps from Europe?” David asked while entering the battle room. “No sir, not yet. Only that the requested reinforcements and deployments are on their way, but nothing special from Europe, the Chinese or the US.” Van Rotterdam cursed. “Damn those communications. Well, so long for our good intensions. It’s in their hands now. Continue! Proceed as we were doing. How far are we?” “Sir, the front line has passed Riyadh a couple of hours ago. We will reach the line we desire earlier.” “Excellent! How are our supply lines? can we continue in the night?” “Yes sir. The reinforcements will arrive around nightfall.”  “Ooh people, there are reports of several British Aircraft. We got Intel that they are only on a peace mission.” The ECA forces continue their march in Saudi Arabia. |
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Post by Edmund Wilson on Mar 14, 2016 16:42:35 GMT
To: David Van Rotterdam From: Edmund Wilson Dear, General Van Rotterdam. I send this message as a way to help ensure that the lives of several British Royal Air Force pilots are protected from danger. Whether you are aware or not, there are a number of RAF aircraft flying over Saudi Arabia at this time. The reason they are there, is much less specific, I was informed by my Chief Of Staff, Field Marshal George Algernon Pound , that an unknown individual of female character had requested British aircraft and minimal forces be brought to Saudi Arabia for the purpose of evacuating a number of civilians. While I've yet to be provided with an adequate reason for this exodus of people to be instigated, I have given leave for it to happen. I therefore beseech you, as the commander of The ECA forces in Saudi Arabia, to not fire upon them. My efforts to protect Saudi Arabian neutrality have already been dashed and therefore I would be a hypocrite to violate the very neutrality I attempted to exert protect over. Yours sincerely, Prime Minister Edmund Wilson.
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Post by Zhang Ping on Mar 15, 2016 20:00:52 GMT
 (Just in case battle commences here and now. Oh, and I am using the new dice/battle system, which means that you must use it as well)
January 21, 2047
1354 Hours
Operation: Arabian Red
The ruins of the city of Mecca were eerily quiet. No birds sang, no wind blew, and no sound was heard. Years ago, the city was devastated by a nuclear attack, and now sat as a testament to the dangers of nuclear weapons if they fell into the wrong hands. Two years had passed, and all that had been done was a thorough sweep of the city and evacuated areas for radiation with good amount of detox, thanks to the North American Union. However, those who had survived were now displaced, and hadn't been allowed to return to their homes. Despite the bomb having been an airburst, radiation hotspots had still gone unchecked or unknown.
Mecca Arrival
(OOC: Couldn't find anything that was good for arrival music. Please don't hurt me.)
However, as the silence of the ghost town of Mecca became almost unbearable, Chinese forces en-route to the area began to make the ground rumble with their arrival. In the distance, BTR-80 "Troop Crawler" APCs had come into view. It was a division's worth of troops in the area, now sent to the city to get the American forces in the area out. The APCs and armored vehicles stopped outside of the city limits, and soldiers all stepped out, wearing gas masks to protect themselves from the alpha particles that still lingered.
The 136th Division was headed by one A-General Luo Yuang, a young, impressionable general of the People's Liberation Army that had been sent to Saudi Arabia under the authority of AAAAA-General Ping to occupy the ruins of the holy site of Mecca. If all went according to plan, the first victory of the Arabian peninsula would be easy to come by, and bloodshed would not be required.
"Hǎole, kāishǐ bāowéi chéngshì. Wǒ yào tán dì měiguó rén, kàn kàn tāmen shìfǒu huì hépíng lí qù [Alright, start surrounding the city. I am going to talk to the Americans and see if they will leave peacefully]!" the general ordered, and infantry began to surround the city of Mecca. Within but a few hours, they would have the entire city surrounded. As Yuang walked into the city, he could not shake the eeriness of nuclear destruction, despite having seen slides of the devastation of Beijing back in 2018. As he came closer to the center, he saw United States cleanup crews in the area, now looking to him as he walked to the command tent. As he entered, he saw the commander in charge and took off his gas mask, smiling as he looked up at the Chinese man walking in.
"Nǐ hǎo. My name is Luo Yuang. I am a Class-A General of the People's Liberation Army leading an expedition of the 136th Division to Mecca. I would like to discuss with you on the situation of your occupation in the ruined city of Mecca."
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Post by Elwood Aykroyd on Apr 21, 2016 18:47:24 GMT
BEHIND THE SCREENS.
Intel officers were concerned. The Europeans were still uprising in Saudi Arabia, while the Saudi’s are seen as partners of the United States. “How is this possible? Isn’t commander GPU Leadership taking charge?” Intel officer Lieutenant Bill Jenkins asked. “His forces are assembled and on their place… that’s the last active thing Markus did,” a junior officer reads from some official documents. “The 2nd Canadian Division, to be exactly.” “But where is Markus Kane?” Jenkins asked.  “Sir, we believe he is somewhere around there. Yet where exactly, we don’t know. He lost contact with the military high command.” Bill Jenkins cursed. “Find him! Organize a search party. Investigate his last calls, whereabouts and personal agenda. Perhaps something has overcome him, or in worst case, de deflected or being held captured. Damn it, our Intelligence are the best of the world! FIND HIM!” “What about the Chinese aggression in Saudi Arabia?” “Easy,” Bill stated, while leaning backwards on his fat chair. “We will point a replacement for the Division over there. The States will not accept a defeat this way. Hell, the army he assembled isn’t that bad! For that, I am Markus grateful. I rather wish he lead them. But replace him for now. Who is the highest ranked commander/officer at that sight?”  Canadian Major-General Stephen Abootman.“Major general Stephen Abootman, sir. A native Canadian army officer,” the answer came from someone. “Fine, inform him about the objectives and the mission in common. I will inform the higher ranked fat-cats from around here.. And also ask what do to with the Europeans...” Bill Jenkins decided, getting up from his chair and walked out of the room to inform his superiors. =========== Meanwhile in Mecca
A Chinese high officer came in the tent to where some of the local United States crew were holding a small meeting about the next smaller objectives and areas to Detox. They looked up surprised to see that the rumours were right. The Chinese were around their place apparently! “Get out,” the local Colonel stated. Everybody quickly went out of the tent. “My name is Colonel Brown. Please, take a seat.” The Colonel pointed to some chairs. _disposal_technicians_from_the_1st_Marines_1st_Battalion_prepare_to_search_the_Military_Sealift_Command_(MSC)_combat_stores_ship_USNS_Saturn_(T-AFS_10).jpg) “So, you wish to speak me about something…?” he merely looked the Chinese general with respect. He grabbed a cigar, cut off the end of it, and starts to lighting the thing up. Puffing some heavier smoke around the tent, he watched the Chinese man in front of him. “You know you are on US soil, right? Entering this area even without a white flag could be explained wrong, you know”
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