Libya
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.
Radar choppers Lybia:
Radar Choppers Algeria:
Radar Choppers Tunisia:
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