The European withdrawal from North Africa wasn't a complete one. There were three locations that remained under ECA control.
They were fortresses, having been quietly left to fester and set up the defences that were common sights with ECA locations. However, the commanders of Libya, Tunisia and Algeria Zones were quietly confident. They planned an all out attack on the three locations to oust the ECA once and for all. As such, they mobilised two regions of each, numbering 33,750 units ranging from fighters to Marauder tanks. Once they had assembled, they began their assault with maximum haste in the hopes of smashing the ECA before they had the time to react.
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.
Tripoli: 130 foot soldiers dead or dying, 300 vehicles destroyed and turned to slag.
Tunis: 6,370 foot soldiers dead or dying, 14,700 vehicles destroyed and turned to slag
Oran: 1430 foot soldiers dead or dying, 3,300 vehicles destroyed and turned to slag
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.
I shall not bother to defend against the scout helicopters and allow them the information they require without any casualties.
Before The Battle
As the armies of the GLA rumbled towards their locations, they were interrupted by the buzz of helicopters flying overhead. While one army saw only a civilian helicopter, the other two spotted ECA scout helicopters and immediately opened fire on the scout choppers. However, after attempting to shoot them down, the commanders ordered them to cease fire, confident that they would win regardless of the enemy knowing of their approach.
The disorganised rush to the three cities ended in a bloody clash between the hordes of The GLA and The ECA defence force. Their well prepared defences were ready, having been able to pre-sight their artillery and predict their route of approach due to the efforts of their scout helicopters. Regardless of the efficient defences, the flood of troops flowed with the religious zeal that their leader, Sayeed Al-Musari, possessed.
Men fell and vehicles exploded, but their fellows continued to advance. Eventually, the forces attacking Oran and Tripoli were forced to withdraw with minimal casualties inflicted upon the ECA defenders, but Tunis was far more successful, the ECA were capable of holding them off, but at the cost of thousands of lives and millions of Euros of military equipment.
Once they'd withdrawn, the commanders immediately called their colleagues to request reinforcements with the hope of renewing the offensives in two hours. The reply was in the affirmative and the reinforcements began their immediate flight towards the battlefield.
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)
Four hours passed and the renewed offensive began. Reinforcements had been able to get the two region strong force back up to its full strength as they once again attempted to dislodge the ECA from the remaining two forts. They were determined due to the fact that Sayeed Al-Musari had now become aware of the offensive and had given his blessing, however he expected them to win and crush the ECA, otherwise he promised the commanders that there would be a lot of anger to be given.
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.
11,138 troops or vehicles destroyed/killed. Tripoli:
2,363 troops or vehicles destroyed/killed.
Total: 13,501 troops or vehicles destroyed/killed.
The bodies continued to pile up as The GLA were slaughtered in the thousands. Tanks, technicals and their crews were strewn across the battlefield, but they were determined, Sayeed knew of their attempt to capture the two remaining forts and they were now being watched from afar by their leader. It was clear, push them out or they'd be killed anyway. Sayeed was a tool of The Prophet and he was adamant that The GLA could not fail in their cause.
As such, they continued in a manner similar to Russia troops of World War 2, they continued to mercilessly charge at the ECA's fortifications without a single concern for their lives. They still failed to break through, but they were able to inflict casualties. Sayeed was informed of the latest failure to cause a significant blow to the enemy and finally made his first and final order in this conflict.
"The entire 1st Hornet Army is to be mobilised. You will capture those sites, even if it means the entire destruction of the army."
The order was clear. The entire army, stretching from Algeria to Libya, was to be ready to reinforce the attackers indefinitely. The first wave of reinforcements would, like before, take two hours to arrive, but once that had occurred, they would begin a sustained wave after wave attack until the ECA fell.
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.
Jack Malcolm soon saw that the GLA once again attack, this time, however, not giving any time to react.
"Back into the fray boys." He stated before doing the exact same tactic once more to the forces of the GLA. To Jack, it seemed as though they loved getting hit by shell and gunfire. This time, however, the GLA were more determined to fight on, causing far more units they had anticipated to be lost. Thankfully, the repair drones of the Manticore would keep it in tip top shape as it also repaired the vehicles around it.
The Manticore was an utter beast of a tank, taking out more mauraders and scorpions with each wave.
1230 vehicles destroyed, one vehicle 60% operational 540 infantry killed, 1 fighting for life.
As soon as the battle was over, he soon got his radio that sparked to life and heard the last few words of the Commander in Oran, but it was cut all too short by a bullet, severing the connection.
That's when Jack Malcolm figured it out. The GLA would be determined to push the ECA out of Africa for good. "The GLA won't push the ECA out of Africa that easy, if at all." He stated before calling Jürgen Adler.
"Aye, Supreme Commander. There be small problem. The bases in Tunis and Oran have been overrun by GLA forces. I be in need of some heavy back up to keep Tripoli free from the GLA scumbags....You'd allow that? Great, we'll wait for that long." he stated.
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.
"If you are hitting something, go for the vulnerable points. If you are hunting something, make sure you can kill it first." -Jürgen Adler, ECA Supreme Commander, and veteran sniper
5,653 troops or vehicles destroyed/killed. Tripoli:
1,569 troops or vehicles destroyed/killed. Total: 7,222 troops or vehicles destroyed/killed.
The fighters in Oran were ecstatic. They'd finally breached the alleged impenetrable defences of The ECA and struck the penultimate blow to their dignity. Oran was now free from their European imperialism! However, the celebrations were soon cut short when the entire landscape exploded in a ball of light and fire. The ECA had struck with their Solaris Relay.
The bases near Oran and Tunis melted as the power of the sun bore down on them. They were the masters of two decimated forts. Sayeed was duly informed later on, but was indifferent. What mattered to him was the ejection of the ECA, regardless of their scorched earth tactic, they were now gone from African soil, bar one location.
The Tripolitanian force had tried once again, but had failed to eject the ECA from their final fort. They had fought hard, but the commanders now insisted that they wait for the reinforcements that was going to arrive very soon.
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.
It seemed as though the GLA loved to slam itself bloody against the ECA defenses, and face off against Jack's Dire Warg as the Manticore continued to wipe out and crush tanks left and right, with the howitzers and gun turrets providing defensive fire whilst the battle-ships provided long-range broadside artillery.
3110 tanks destroyed, 1 damaged but operational. 1366 infantry killed, 1 in stable condition
Whatever the case, Jack Malcolm looked to the base to see that a massive cargo plane flanked by five smaller cargo blimps was on the sky horizon. He soon drove the Manticore tank near the base to watch the plane land. No doubt that the aircraft was none other than the infamous Long Shanks. When the cargo door opened, many an infantry men spilled out of it, allowing for a multitude of Grenadiers, Felin Riflemen, Panzerfaust Rocket Troopers, as well as medics to hit the field. Along with it, the massive mobile artillery system: The Pandora artillery system and a couple of unusual wheeled robots to jam radar.
The pilot of the Longshanks Jumped out of plane to see the mad commander, to which he smiled and walked over. "Are you Jack Malcolm, the one people call 'Mad Jack'?" "Aye, that I am laddie." "Well good. The Supreme Commander deemed it worthy that you get to command the Pandora Artillery tank. She's a fragile thing, but she does quite a bit of damage. Make sure she is behind all the defenses, and you should be able to beat your enemy into dust!" He stated. "Good on ya laddie. Send i'm me regards!" He stated. To that, the Longshanks soon took off once more, leaving behind a massive amount of infantry and vehicles, and three vehicles for reinforcements.
"ALRIGHT LADS! WE NEED TA GET READY FOR THE NEXT WAVE WHEN IT HAPPENS! THE CAVALRY HAS ARRIVED!" He shouted. The men cheered has the reinforcements too k their places, and the Pandora took it's place, whilst the anvil bots did the same, soon producing a thudding sound, like hammer to an anvil to produce a field capable of jamming radar.
"Bloody hell, I need to quite tha yellin'." He stated as he took a honey-lemon flavored halls cough-drop to sooth his throat.
(The Longshanks flanked by other cargo ships comes four hours after the battle, leaving behind 6,000 foot-soldiers, 1 Pandora artillery tank, 2 anvil bots with five ECA cargo blimps dropping off 200 vehicles each. This will bring the forces in Tripoli back to the size of a division with more cargo ships on the way every four hours to bring in 30,000 vehicles in total, 1,000 each trip)
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!
Each wave was the same tactic, get in front of the defenses, bait the GLA into getting into the defenses, then shoot the enemy forces into oblivion. The Manticore was still a heavy-weight champion as is unloaded shot after shot of anti-tank shells and a hail of gunfire from it's anti-infantry guns. It seemed as though nothing could stop its armor as Jack Malcolm manuevered about, crushing and destroying enemy troops with ease as the Division could actually see and feel the reinforcements helping out as they brought down the unholy union of flesh, metal and zealotry.
Mad Jack soon looked to the GLA, then to his radio before turning it on. After the wave was over. It was time he gave a motivational speech.
"Laddies, I know it may look bad, but think of it, they don't have as many kill marks as we do. We still stand, Tripoli still stands free from GLA filth! If we continue what we are currently doing, we will win, even if it means that we have to wipe out every member of this army!
"Thus far we have spilled far more of their blood than they have spilled ours. Sure they destroyed over five thousand of our vehicles and killed over two thousand of our men, that much is true, But think: That just means they don't know any better. They don't know that we have a Manticore. They don't know we have a Pandora, hell, they don't know how tenacious we can be.
"If anything, I do believe that whomever is ordering these GLA bastards doesn't know us what so ever. For that we will dig in here, and make sure Tripoli doesn't fall.
"Now, we have the finest food and equipment, the best spirit, and the best men in the world. You know, by God, I actually pity those poor bastards we're going up against. By God, I do. We're not just going to shoot the bastards. We're going to cut out their living guts and use them to grease the treads of our tanks. We're going to murder those lousy GLA bastards by the bushel. And if that means that we have to kill all of their men and trash every single one of their vehicles, then so be it. We will continue fighting until the GLA stops."