The amount of blood spilt over the course of the invasion of three tiny forts was immense. Over 50,000 vehicles or people had been killed or reduced to wreckage. The commanders felt uneasy, but their orders from Sayeed were blunt. To keep attacking, no matter the casualties, as such they decided to muster every unit in their possession and go for an all out push to rout the ECA from their fortress and to prevent further horrific casualties.
The latest wave had made a massive hole within Mad Jack's ranks. Almost all of his soldiers had died and most of the vehicles were completely trashed on that last wave. He had begun to worry that he might not be able to to keep Tripoli alive and well within the ECA's Ranks. However, he did not let that stop him as he continued to fire upon enemy ranks.
4185 vehicles trashed, 4893 soldiers killed, one in serious condition.
As he returned to base, the few soldiers that were left were demoralized that such a wave costed so many lives of their brothers and sisters in battle. Where did we go wrong? They thought just before more reinforcements arrived, bringing in more infantry and vehicles with them. Mad Jack felt that this was not the end of the wave, and soon called in Jürgen Adler. "Aye, Supreme Commander. I appreciate tha' help ya' sent, though I don't think it be enough. I het ta bother ya. Might ya send in a bomblet strike ta help reduce tha next wave a touch...Aye, thanks for the help Adler. I owe ya a pint later." He stated.
(reinforcements have arrived, bringing about 1000 vehicles and 6,000 infantry, a group of three bomblets will arrive in 1-2 hours RP time)
Jürgen saw that his radio was going off once more, with Jack going off once more. He picked it up and listened.
"Ja...a bomblet drop?" He asked before he looked to the satellite once more, seeing what was going on. He widened his eyes before going to a different program, typing in commands for a Bomblet Drop to happen in the ECA base of Tripoli, with three Euro-fighters to drop the bomblets.
"Alright. I shalt send a bomblet strike to the coordinates." He stated before clicking the confirmation button once more.
"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
Mad Jack saw the advancement of the GLA continuing it's rumbling march across the landscape to get to Tripoli. After a moment, he soon heard the sound barrier being broken, unleashing a sonic boom. What followed was three metallic objects doing a run, dropping a package of multiple bomblets upon the GLA army. He watched as multiple tanks and foot soldiers being trashed and cooked within the explosions.
The sudden roar of fighter-bombers passing overhead disturbed the GLA fighters as they prepared for their next attack. Looking up, they saw the rare sight of European Eurofighters flying towards them. Suddenly, they began to nose dive and pulled up just as they were about to strike the ground, dropping a rain of bomblets on the heads and vehicles of the attacking force.
Screams rang out as the bombs exploded, destroying the light vehicles, damaging the heavy ones and outright killing the infantry.
Mad Jack smiled as he saw that multiple infantry and tanks were destroyed on the side of teh GLA...though when the smoke cleared, he soon saw that less than half of what he expected were actually destroyed. He sighed before turning to his brothers. "It's time....time to unleash pandora's box."
He radioed the men within the Pandora Artillery Tank.
"It's time....we must open Pandora's box."
The people within the Artillery tank spat out their coffee.
"ARE YOU NUTS!?!?" They asked, clearly not wanting to turn the keys.
"No....I'm not. This is as serious as you'll ever hear from me. We must turn the keys."
"But sir! Is this morally justified?!" the main commander asked.
"I would not ask of this from you if I thought we could not win without help. I had planned to save this forteh last wave....it seems that the GLA wishes to accept this ticket to their own demise sooner than we would like....While not morally justified at first...the GLA do not give a damn about human life. All they know is violence. Therefore, we must respond in kind. We will deal with the consequences later. Yes, the ECA will be in the media for a long time....but it must be done." he stated before gaining his most serious tone. "Turn the keys."
The men within the Pandora tank tightened their lips before looking to each other.
"If this doesn't stop them....Nothing will." They soon grabbed the keys.
"Turning the keys in 3...." The keys were poised over the key holes. "2..." The keys were in the key hole. "1..." The hands tightened before turning.
The Pandora Tank soon turned its muzzle to the GLA forces, turning on the Electronic railways to forward the neutron bomb, firing the bomb. The Bomb went into an area, straight into the middle of the GLA attack force, causing a massive nuclear explosion, causing multiple causalities.
Post by Sayeed Al-Musari on May 1, 2016 2:18:08 GMT
Those who saw the shell fall didn't even have time to shout a warning. Their warnings were cut short by the detonation and subsequent annihilation of everything by Pandora. Those that weren't killed instantly in the blast were eliminated painfully by the burst of neutrons that followed. Those that weren't struck by neutrons were crushed and sent flying by the shock-wave. Total destruction rained over the GLA forces as they were left stunned by the sudden appearance of nuclear weapons.
"Brothers!" Their commander cried out as they panicked. "We must attack again, if we flee now, they WILL destroy us with their nuclear weapons! Once more, my friends! CHARGE!"
The commanders grabbed their weapons and immediately charged towards the ECA frontline. They had watched 68690 units be destroyed or obliterated by the nuclear blast. They could not afford to let the ECA do so again.
The latest wave had made a massive hole within Mad Jack's ranks. Almost all of his soldiers had died and most of the vehicles were completely trashed on that last wave. He had begun to worry that he might not be able to to keep Tripoli alive and well within the ECA's Ranks. However, he did not let that stop him as he continued to fire upon enemy ranks, though the Neutron bomb gave the ECA men hope. Some...unfortunately...went into the irradiated zone of the neutron bomb a little too early, dying from the poisonous neutrons that went through their bodies, causing them to turn into radioactive chemical puddles.
Mad Jack Sighed, facepalming as he saw that some of his own went to early when he ordered them to wait until the radiation had cleared.
However, The ECA was still victorious in this latest wave, though a phyric victory. They, however, would continue to hold Tripoli until they could do so no more.
Desperate to win, the commanders called Sayeed. After explaining what had happened, even The Acting Grand Warlord was uneasy. Over 150,000 perfectly good fighters had been slaughtered and the ECA were still holding firm. Sayeed promised he would do what he could and cut the link between him and the commanders. He arranged for the fledgling GLA Air Force to prepare a range of presents for The ECA before calling Prince Kassad, protege of Omar Al-Ghazi and commander of The Liquidators, to arrange for Omar's elite to bring a swift end to this battle.
Later, the skies were soon filled with the roar of antiquated engines as a group of civilian planes, laden with explosives, dove straight into the ECA lines. Following closely behind was a large Tu-4 cargo plane, which dropped an anthrax bomb onto them for good measure.
In the aftermath of this brief bombing raid, the GLA mounted another attack.
Kassad had gotten the message from Sayeed to bring out the Liquidators. The situation was grim; Europe had brought out their weapons of mass destruction in a desperate bid to keep claim of their supposed African "protectorates," but it was not any use. Once the GLA pushed out the European dogs, Omar would finally be at peace for his transgressions with the European leader, Jürgen. Although Kassad couldn't blame his mentor for his hatred and animosity towards the European, he had to concentrate on his true goal: the total unification of Africa, and soon, the world. When he contacted Omar, his irritation clearly showed upon his face as he stood, cane not shown in the camera view as he worked in his private lab.
"I suppose that this is about the European transgressions in North Africa?" "Omar, the Europeans...they have brought their nuclear weapons." Omar visibly stopped moving, his glazed, almost dried eyes staring at Kassad, studying him. His look of irritation turned to a smirk as he continued to study the prince with an eerie sense of morbid, scientific curiosity. "The pressure must be getting to Jürgen. He's afraid that he's going to lose," the unstable man said emphasizing his giddiness at his belief that Jürgen was so afraid to use that he would resort to the use of nuclear weapons. He tented his fingers together and chuckled in satisfaction, Kassad feeling uneasy at Omar's immense satisfaction with one man's fear, rather than his true goals. "Sayeed has requested that a Liquidator presence is established for support in Tripoli to deal with the rest of the threat." Omar merely nodded and pointed his cane at Kassad, almost irritated at his lack of independence. "Then do it." "Well, that's the problem. Should we use Fear—" "NO!" Kassad visibly jumped at the bang of Omar's demand. "No. We will not do another major strike using my toxin. Not yet." Kassad nodded in reply and then shut off communications. He then stepped into the command-and-control center for the Liquidators and started sending orders. A full Armored Liquidator Division would soon be present at the battlefield.
"We should not be avoiding our fears like it is the plague. Rather, we should be charging into our fears and facing them head-on. My one fear is losing everything to anyone; but that is why we have war, isn't it?" - Omar Al-Ghazi, former Grand Warlord of the Global Liberation Army & Current Leader of Serpent Cell
Mad Jack had a bad feeling, similar to what he got before heading to Tripoli, but worse. He needed more. More, guns, More firepower....he needed something that could hold it's own. Sure the Manticore could do that by itself, but against an army? No, he knew that, despite their wins, if the Manticore did this alone, it would be trashed in at least half an hour. He radioed Jürgen.
"Commander, It's me again, I thank ya for tha use of the Pandora, But I think I may need somethin' more subtantial. Might ya have anythin' to help?....Fair enough, We'll see them in tha next wave."
Jürgen took a bite out of his sandwich before his radio called in.
"Ja? I'll send in some groups of the elite guard." He stated before turning off the radio before phoning in the men for the waves. "Senden sie die ritter die folgende Welle ein. (send in the knights in the next wave.)" He stated.
Mad Jack Looked above to see that the GLA had begun using anthrax and using suicide plane bombers to inflict massive damage, Planes and Anthrax afflicting buildings, vehicles, and foot-soldiers alike. He immediately hid within the Manticore tank to keep himself safe from the Anthrax before turning on his radio to the Howitzers in the defenses.
"Howitzers, begin the barrage!" He stated.
"Understood sir! Firing!" He stated before shouting orders to the gunners and loaders to begin firing at the designated coordinates, launching high-explosive cluster bombs at the incoming forces.
Many of the foot soldiers succumbed to the symptoms and affects of the Anthrax poison, and soon became green puddles of chemical mush. those that weren't affected put on gas masks to keep on their feet as they continued to fight.
Tripoli Causalities (roll): (1149 vehicles trashed, 4151 infantry killed, leaving me at 2,045 soldiers, and 556 soldiers)
They were damnably lucky thus far that the Anthrax and the suicide bombers didn't affect them as much as it could have, but it left quite the scar, Thankfully, reinforcements arrive, bringing for multiple foot soldiers, and more powerful vehicles.
At this point, the 1st Hornet Army was a shadow of its former self. It had once been a formation of over 250,000 vehicles and people. It was a mere fraction of that. However, they still fought on, not out of loyalty to Sayeed or their commanders, but to ensure their survival against the nuclear power that had been unleashed. Together, they could protect each other, if they fled, they'd be chased and slaughtered.
The ever growing pile of bodies and tank wreckage continued to clutter the battlefield, but they continued to struggle forwards, hoping that they will be able to finally push the ECA out. A single ray of hope shone when they were blessed by the arrival of the Liquidator Armoured Division. Omars elite had blessed them with their presence. Filled with a new sense of hope, the battered Hornet Cell members prepared themselves for the next assault, accompanied by the gas masked Liquidators.
Mad Jack Blinked when he saw the GLA's heavy infantry. He had seen them in action in the news before....but never had he seen them in person. They themselves were not particularly scary, but their weapons on the other hand....that was horrifying. Immediately he radioed in the captain of the Battleship.
"Captain, this is Tank Commander Mad Jack speaking. I request Naval Bombardment at this co-ordinates." He stated, soon listing off the numbers to give the naval guns some help.
Immediately afterwards, he heard the naval guns go off, shooting shells at the GLA army. While it didn't do much in area of effect, it did plenty of damage in small patches.
Tripoli Causalities (Currently, 5470 soldiers killed, one is seeing a medic, 1048 vehicles destroyed, leaving me at 2574 soldiers, and 498 vehicles)
Whatever the case may be, this time, while he saw more units coming, he soon saw the knights that he had heard about on television: the powerful, towering giants of flesh encased in metal, combining strength and agility using armor and a powered exoskeleton in one package, carrying weapons that only the strongest men an the world could barely lift, using them like a Felin would carry a rifle with ease, as they soon walked from the rain maker blimp.
Reinforcements have arrived with 6000 soldiers, and 1000 vehicles, along with five groups of Knights (1 teuton, three templars, and one hospitaller per group), bringing the ECA forces in Tripoli to 8599 soldiers, and 1498 vehicles)