The previous attack was swiftly followed by the next as a tunnel network entrance sprang up inside the ECA fort. Out from it poured GLA fighters, while in the nearby city of Tripoli, fighters had been busy rallying the citizenry, causing an insurrection. Sayeed had been informed of the stiff resistance and decided to bolster the attackers with forces from other areas of Africa. A region from Mauritania and three regions from Morocco were called and they swiftly began the journey to Tripoli, numbering 67,500 people and vehicles.
The struggle was more than real as Jack Malcolm of the Fire Wargs continued his favored tactic of baiting the enemy into the defenses of gun turrets, guard towers and mortar pits, his Manticore continuing to crush and kill enemy units with ease as it continued to heal the vehicles beside it.
1018 vehicles destroyed, 5847 soldiers dead, bringing me to 2572 soldiers and 479 vehicles
Mad Jack soon walked out of the Dire Warg after the defenses and the Felins quickly dispatched the rebels from the ambush and insurrection. He looked to the battle-field and tightened his lips. He looked to the men that he lead before looking to the carnage on the battle-field. After a moment, he radioed the men in the Pandora.
"Have you loaded another shell into the gun yet?"
"Yes sir, Neutron warheads are primed, thought to be honest, I'm hoping we don't need to use it."
Jack tightened his lips before answering. "It's not your fault for last time laddie. It was the fault of the GLA. They are the ones who thought they could wipe us out from here. More blood will be spilled this day before the ECA is pushed out. We may have won the battle, but we've not yet won this war."
The pressure was being felt on the GLA side too. The weary fighters of Hornet Cell had been fighting for almost or at least a day, they had lost all sense of time by now. What mattered was the victory they continued to fight for, accompanied by the ever capable Liquidators. The commanders had decided that on a strategic level, they would be safer within the boundaries of the city of Tripoli, ensuring that they had a level of protection against the bombing, both politically and physically.
The men on the side of the ECA continued to put up a stiff resistance as Mad Jack directed the Knights to go toe to toe against the Liquidators as he ordered the claymore artillery tanks to lob a volley of shells at the members of the GLA before the men attacked.
The pressure was on as he continued to fight even when he knew the base could have been lost, yet his madness and lady luck continued to see him through as he fight back tooth and nail without rest or food since breakfast.
While the claymores were ineffective, the defences themselves continued to prove as formidable as they were at the beginning of this battle. However, The GLA were not prepared to give up yet. They knew they were destroying the ECA's units at a dazzling pace and it would only be a matter of time before the Europeans would give up or run out of soldiers and expensive vehicles to waste. A brief moment was called to let the weary GLA fighters rest before they would start once more.
Post by Sayeed Al-Musari on Jun 9, 2016 11:28:32 GMT
The battle of Tripoli had ended. The final attack that had been coordinated by the commanders of Libya had finally breached the defences of The ECA. Many vehicles and lives had been lost, leaving the forces that defended Libya a mere shell of their former strength, having lost over 3/5 of their numbers. However, the elation was unmatched. They had struck a crushing blow against the ECA in the face of the first use of the Pandora Nuclear Artillery Platform and had been able to ensure that Mad Jack's prized Manticore, The Dire Warg, would need plenty of TLC in a repair facility before it would see combat again.
(Pictures of these events WILL be added soon. Once they are, this battle can be safely locked.)
Post by Aldus Von Gikkengen on Jun 14, 2016 0:40:00 GMT
In the ruins of Tripoli, a single man crouched in a ditch. He was a short man, only 5'5" in height, and his skin was stained a dark tan by the Mediterranean sun. Despite the destruction and chaos around him, he seemed strangely preoccupied with the old satellite phone that sat beside him, adjusting the settings and occasionally administering a therapeutic smack to the casing. Finally, he let out a sigh of visible relief as the call went through. "Colonel Barnes, go ahead." "Colonel," said the man in the ditch. "The GLA just broke the ECA. They've taken heavy causalities, due to the deployment of that... thing. It just rained death upon them... upon us... No matter. The ECA no longer rules here. Those dogs of Satan, Allah curse them, rule here now." "what about the plan?" "Not to worry, Colonel. They recruited so many, they wont be noticed. At least, not 'til it is to late." There, the transmission ended, and the man disabled the phone, buried it, and melted into the shadows of ruined buildings and shattered masonry.
"Always remember, the GLA rule through fear alone. Banish the specter of fear, and they are rendered powerless." - Baron Aldus von Gikkengen