North African Uprising - The ECA's Last Stand

Each of the three bases knew well to scout the area thrice a day, and this day was no different. Three choppers from each base were sent to scout the field ahead: two radar choppers for gathering information, and one cheetah attack helicopter to defend the radar choppers if need be.

Surprisingly enough, one of the teams got finished painting the chopper to look almost invisible to the naked eye, along with making the movement of the chopper more of a civilian helicopter than a recon vehicle. The others, however, could not do the same as they rushed on the job.


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 defenses of shells and rockets." He states.

"Do we know what the opposing forces will have?" The same man asked.

"From what I've been told by those above me, we'll be going up against at least one army of heavy assault vehicles by the Global Liberation Scumbags. Whether we will have to deal with aircraft, however, I've yet to see. 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 modified battle-tank.

"Jack, where are you going?"

"To get the Dire Warg!" He stated, referring to the super-tank.

"Well, it's about bloody time!"

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, though only the one going to Libya would have the Manticore Super Tank, along with a multitude of Felins, Panserfausts, and Grenadiers began their advance.

They would make their advance to be ahead of the base defense to bait the GLA into running into the base defenses, being made up of Gun Turrets and Guard Towers, with the Mortar Pits and Stationary Howitzers to pound the opponents into a bloody heap within the African sands.


All three tank divisions underneath Jack Malcolm's command had successfully defended against the GLA incursion. The Base defenses in Tripoli were the most successful, mainly in part due to the super heavy Manticore Battle-tank being deployed, with its heavy machine-guns and tank cannons obliterating Scorpion and Marauder tanks left and right whilst having the flying drones keep itself and its smaller brethren around it in shape.
Jack Malcolm was whooping as he felt the thud and the explosion of the Manticore hitting its targets, like a Heavy Sniper getting a head-shot.
"Alright laddies! Time ta bait them!" He stated.
It was at that moment that the tanks and infantry soon soon backed up to get in range of the defenses, allowing the guns that surrounded the base to open fire. Sadly, however, some of the stragglers attempting to get to safety were either crushed by enemy vehicles or were struck down my enemy fire. The Guard towers surrounding the base opened fire on the poorly armed foot soldiers of the GLA as the Gun Turrets targeted the singular tanks. The Mortar Pits send mortar shells to assist both whilst the stationary Howitzer positions turned their targeting systems onto the largest groups, utterly pulverizing the moving heavy metal, and eviscerating the foot-soldiers with biting sand and heated shrapnel.

The other defensive divisions,  whilst successful, were not so lucky. In fact, The base in Tunis, had gained a phyrric victory. They had lost the most, however, the loss of their comrades only spurred them to fight longer to be sure that their deaths would not be in vain. 

The battle was ferocious, but in the end, the ECA was victorious for the moment. Everyone whooped and hollered at the fact that they pushed the GLA back, even what was left of the Division in Tunis celebrated, but the time for drinking was not at that particular moment. No, it was a time to resupply, and get ready. Knowing the GLA, they would go for a second wave soon.

one of the commanders of the Tunis Division turned on his radio and began communicating to Jack Malcolm.

"Jack, as much as I would love to celebrate our victory, it burdens me that we've lost almost all of our fighting forces to the GLA. Many of those under my command are dead or dying due to miscommunication of others." He stated, spitting out a little blood.

***

Jack Malcolm smiled as he got out of the manticore tank, smelling the outside. The air stank of slag, fuel, and explosives, and Jack Malcolm loved every minute of it even on an empty stomach.

"Ah, I love the smell of battle in tha afternoon!" He stated before walking back to his new tank to fetch his breakfast. But just has he laid his fingers on the box, his radio rang.

"Canna a grown man get some food in his belly?!" He shouted before getting to his radio. When he heard the words of one of the commanders, his heart soon sank at this before rubbing his chin.

"Come over to Tripoli, you fought well, though by the sounds of it, that will be the only base they'll take." He stated.

***

The commander smiled before looking to his men, ordering them to get up and pack for Tripoli.

**

Jack Malcolm soon turned his radio to one of the naval commanders, requesting naval help in the form of two battleships for both Tripoli and Oran, along with two air-craft carriers carrying eurofighters destined for the latter base.

(OOC: Tripoli will have its division replenished, Oran will keep its group defending it. Tunis will be sacrificed. Tripoli and Oran will have Naval Back up when the next battle starts, and I will be using two special weapons)

Jack Malcolm was calm, yet determined. He knew battles, he had been in multiple during his service, and most of the time, his Madness is what saved his troops from having their asses handed to them on a silver platter served with garlic buttered noodles.

From the first victory, he sat down behind his tank and began eating his breakfast that he had to forcibly neglect. He was a quarter of the way finished when the remaining forces from Tunis arrived to help in Tripoli. He waved them over, directing the vehicles to the repair and refuel them to be in tiptop shape. He soon walked over to the commander that messaged him on the radio.



"Ya did well laddie, while Tunis may taken over by the GLA, ya fought bravely. And your forces well be well rewarded after this. I'll personally put in a good word for ya to the Supreme Commander. Hopefully he can think a' somethin'." He stated, patting him on the shoulder. "However, the GLA be crafty, and 'll be likely to attack once again. That's why I called ye hear, I've lost a bit of me division here. I've lost as much as you have brought."



The Commander smiled. "Thank you Commander." He stated.



"Now, get some rest, we need ya at full capacity ta fight.






The second wave of GLA fighters were soon on the horizon to the point where they could easily be targeted.

"Time to bait them once again boys!" He yelled through his radio. At that point, he soon ordered those under him in Tripoli to get in front of the defense once again. the Vehicles units started to fire at the GLA's advance once more, backing up slowly one more time, allowing the Gun Turrets, Mortar Pits, Guard Towers, and Howitzers to fire upon the GLA forces once again, this time, with Captain Jack radioing the captain on the battleship near the dock of Tripoli on the coordinates provided.



The Forces in Oran, whilst successful, had far more causalities than before, Thankfully, however, the Battleship nearby, as well as the Eurofighter Strike Team with their explosive bomblets helped the defensive division achieve victory.

The battered soldiers of the partially mobilised Oran Zone and Libya Zones were impatient, they had seen thousands of their fellow freedom fighters be mown down by the European imperialists. The commanders soon became aware that the rank and file soldiers were angry and wanted revenge for their fallen friends.

They wanted to attack now, not wait for reinforcements.

After a brief discussion and a few estimates as to how many they had lost in the previous attack, the commanders agreed that it would be feasible to try once more before finally putting the brakes on and waiting for the reinforcements that were on their way. Rallying their troops and firing up the engines of their vehicles, they once again began a massed charge towards the ECA front line.

Jürgen soon found his telephone ringing as he was watching a little bit of television through the news, happily drinking a bottle of beer to help soothe his mind. He paused the news to get to the telephone and heard Jack Malcolm on the phone.

"Ja, Kommadant Jürgen Adler. Vait....vhat? The GLA...?!" He thought before placing his hand on his face, to which he sighed.

"Fine. I vill order two Solaris Strikes the Bases in Tunis and Oran to be done, as vell as Sending in A Longshanks with much needed reinforcements to your location." He stated. "expect them in a few hours." He clicked the phone off before heading to his computer, getting into the mainframe. As soon as he soon clicked confirm on both of the authorizations before turning off his laptop.



"If this doesn't stop them...nothing will." He stated coldly.

The first wave of reinforcements had arrived and the rest were beginning to pile up as reserves. The commanders began the assault once more without any further delay. Once more, the old and newly arrived fired up their engines and charged.

Once again, the GLA fighters threw themselves without any care for their safety at the ECA defensive line. Still, they failed to breach them. Regardless, they merely picked themselves back up after a brief lull in the fighting to bring up a new batch of reserves and start the slaughter once more!


The commanders had no choice, but to keep attacking. Sayeed had given his order and they were duty bound to obey and do so until no one was left.