The ECA had been in control of a pocket of territory in Tunisia, Libya and Algeria for a while. These were the last remnants of their power and the local GLA forces were annoyed at their presence in their lands. Not needing any orders from their leader, Sayeed Al-Musari , the local commanders agreed that they would eject the ECA themselves. Their plan was simply to muster a regions worth of troops in each nation that was under the command of the 1st Hornet Army and just roll over the enemy with sheer numbers.
Each force numbered 10,000 vehicles and 6875 fighters. They all began their attacks when they were ready. The ECA's last stand in Africa had begun with the thunderous roar of Marauder tanks and their smaller Scorpion counterparts heading towards them.
the radar choppers in the Libyan base soon began their normal patrol route of scouting the base ad the areas outside to see if there was any trouble lurking about, whether said trouble would be communist or terrorist.
The Tank Commander began to treat himself to a well deserved fry up for the day ahead accompanied by a spot of Irish breakfast tea. It was something he deserved after a hard battle against the shadowy American soldiers.
"Bah, it'll be too soon before I trust another US soldier boy." He stated as he took in the fresh cooked smells of egg, potato, black and white pudding, tea, meat and tomato with all of the seasonings of delicious salt and glowing black pepper. Just as he was about to take the first bite, however, something told him he needed to be elsewhere. He ignored it the first time, but soon the food tasted as though he could not eat it. He sighed before calling the waiter over to bring a box so he could get the food still.
It wasn't long before the waiter came along with a box and a bag. Thanking him, he soon went...no....ran full speed out of the pub to get to his vehicle. As he did, he spoke on the radio.
"All under my authority, report to base!" He stated.
It wasn't long before everyone under him made it to base to speak about what's going on. Jack Malcolm drank the last of his tea before throwing the cup into the trash can.
"Alright laddies. Earlier whilst I was about to have me meal at the local pub, something told me to get here and warn ya. Of course, at first, I ignored it, and usually it goes away. This time, it did not. That's why I called ya here. Because I feel that we need to head to the three bases here, here and here." he stated, pulling down a map at each of the bases in Northern Africa, specifically Tunisia, Libya, and Algeria.
"How do you know that those bases will be attacked?" One of his men asked.
"Well, for starters, those bases are in GLA territory. It would only take a small spark for them to get up and try to remove them from their territory. Therefore, we need to try and get there. One division per base, and use the defences to our advantage. How we do that is to try and take them by surprise by catching them outside of the base. Then we bait them by slowly trying backward. essentially baiting them into getting hit by the heavy defences of shells and rockets." He states.
"Do we know what the opposing forces will have?" The same man asked.
"No, we don't. Though by the time we get there, we should have the information needed. Any more questions?" He asked.
None of them answered.
"Then let's roll out!" He stated, soon stopping a younger man. "Henry, you've done quite a bit for this division. I think it's best if you got a tank of your own." He states, handing him the key to the Fire Worg Leopard III battletank.
"Jack, where are you going?"
"To get the Dire Warg!" He stated, refering to the supertank.
THIRTY MINUTES LATER.
Each tank division were three quarters of the way to the bases, knowing that a skirmish was to happen at each base. The One that Mad Jack was in was currently in Libya, ECA's last stand against the GLA would come forth with the rapturous rumble of 15,000 vehicles, and 6,500 fighters, they would return fire, but shoot to kill. Leopard Mk III battle-tanks, Jagdmammut Tank Destroyers, and Gepard Flakpanzers, along with a multitude of Felins, Panserfausts, and Grenadiers began their advance
Meanwhile, the GLA forces had arrived and overrun what little there was in the pockets of ECA territory. However, they were far from ready for celebration. The commanders knew that The ECA would attempt to recapture what they'd just liberated. So they all set about preparing for the inevitable battle that would be thrown upon them.
They were soon greeted with the sight of ECA armour and its accompanying infantry rolling towards them. Quietly confident, the force commanders individually began their attacks on the divisions sent to dislodge them from their newly gained land. The battle began with gusto as Scorpions and Marauders, supported by rocket buggies and BM-21 Grad MLRS' pounded away at their European foes.
Algeria proved to be the most successful, having been able to deal a crushing blow to the enemy with only minimal casualties. Tunisia was able to hold on, but suffering moderate casualties as a result of the ECA assault with just over 1000 of their force now dead or wrecked on the battlefield. Libya on the other hand was a disaster, almost half of the insurgents and their vehicles that were sent into battle had fought bravely, but had been killed and destroyed by the Europeans. Forced to concede defeat in this area, the commanders in Libya decided to withdraw their forces to regroup and counter-attack later.
Regardless of the defeat in Libya, two out of the three areas that were to be liberated had held firm against The ECA's attempt to save them. Whether they would continue to hold on was another matter altogether.
As the armies approached their targets, they were disturbed by the buzz of helicopters overhead. Upon seeing that they were ECA radar/scout helicopters, the Urals and their stinger soldier cargo, accompanied by quad cannons, opened fire upon the skies in an attempt to ensure they never retreated back to their leaders. However, out of the three different forces, two were able to detect the ECA scouts. The Libyan force, however, were completely clueless that they were being watched as they made their way towards the ECA's base.
The Libyan scout force was able to find out a wealth of information about the area and its current forces, both deployed and not. They discovered that Libya had a total troop strength across the country of 30,000 vehicles and 20,625 fighters. This large force was divided into three regions, each controlling 10,000 vehicles and 6,875 fighters each. One of these regions, Tripolitania Region was rumbling towards them as they watched.
The two remaining regions, based in Cyrenaica and Fezzan, are able to deploy their forces against the ECA in 12 hours and 10 hours respectively.
Post by Sayeed Al-Musari on Apr 21, 2016 22:34:48 GMT
((The Warzone, after being informed of a very special arrangement concerning the three locations that I was attacking. I and Jürgen Adler have agreed on a one time minor change to the standard method of dice rolling for this battle. As such, everything that HAS been done so far would be best archived so we can start again from scratch.))