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General Thomas York has just got an additional 500,000 soldiers making his total to 675,000 troops. Off the coast however a huge battle is taking place. two Anderian frigates named The Scarlet and the The Minutemen spotted a fleet of 80 destroyers to attack the Port of Leon. Soon a raging naval battle occured. The Anderian fleet were able to drive them back but at the cost of losing 25 ships of their 75 which participated in the battle. Thomas will push to capture the next State just south of this state. He knows that he will suffer a great lost but it will be worth it to be those fascists. |
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OOC: I would like to propose to the Ministers of Northern Utopia that their be a sort of Daily News in which all the current events going right now in Northern Utopia both internally and during the roleplay be broadcasted daily by one of the ministers. I would also like to propose that we have an embassy in The Communist Bloc or The North Pacific to expand our influence and relations in the game. |
OOC: The "daily news" thing sounds like a lot of work for a fairly small benefit. Likewise, I'm not sure why we would care about influence and relations with wider Nationstates, considering that Nationstates is majority awful. IC: She closes her eyes and submerges. When she opens them again, she is in the middle of a boundless ocean. Her sonar ripples out, and she flexes a ballast release. Another day deep in the seas of- well, half of Utopia would call it Mugweya or somesuch; but to her it had no name. It was home- Aurora's most oceanic moon. Where else could she be, in this form? Though technically she shouldn't be down here at all, she mused- too disturbing to native ecosystems, the Commonwealth would say. She laughed internally, and let her engines stir. Maybe she could catch some interceptors today, maybe today she'd get the point out that pursuing her was more damaging than letting her operate on her own. Just there, now- a con-- Neyde spears kingdom, The Kohen, and Greater autenheim |
The cold, barren lands of Kolektyvizatsiya went on for miles. This part of the United Socialist States of Novoroyevsk was the agricultural state, but during the winter, nothing could be cultivated. On a small farm in the plains, a woman sat with her son, weeping as the boy pleaded to the Kollektor. The Kollektor stood tall in his government dress uniform, pinned upon his officer's cap was a wheat bushel medallion. Behind him, a large truck meant for hauling thousands of wheat bushels. There was nothing inside of this truck. "Pozhaluysta! Winter is setting in and we cannot grow! Please, we need our farm!" The boy pleaded. The Kollektor grabbed the boy by his collar and pulled him close. "Zatknis', mal'chik! This is not your farm, this farm belongs to the State! I will be back next month, and your payment must be ready." The officer threw the boy down, walking away adamantly. This was life for those who farmed for the state. "Gospodi, pozhaluysta, moya noga!" A worker yelled as he slipped into a spinning gear, his leg now caught and holding the ger as it tore into his flesh. Two workers moved towards him, trying to find the stop lever. The man's leg was torn from his knee, screaming in agony. The gear stopped, breaking and sputtering to a stop. The man laid in shock, four other workers crowding him as a Factory Commissar walked over angrily. "You debil! You have broken the machine and paid the price! The lot of you, get back to work!" The commissar called over two guards to drag the now limp man away, his blood draining from his leg. The other workers clouded back to their posts, grimed in black gunk, their overalls barily visible. This was life for those who worked the factories for the state. A soldier laid cold on the northern border of the USSN, his hands freezing as he grasped his SV-5.56, watching his neighbors to the north. He pulled his radio shakily, pressing the button. "Oi...Max...do you know when-" he stopped to shiver, warming his hands. "Do you know w-when they'll be distributing r-r-rations?" He asked into the radio. A voice came back. "'Fraid not Karl, t-they've supposed-dly cut rations a-again." Max said. Karl shivered again, sitting before standing quickly as the commissar's truck passed by, the words of our great leader coming out of the loudspeaker atop the truck. "Stay vigilant, Comrades! The hollow beast of evil never rests!" This was for those who served their lives for the state. Meanwhile, in the capital of Tsezograd, General Director Shulgin sat with his associates, sipping a cold glass of Tyraniyan Vodka. "We've noticed that general output has slowed down with the onset of winter. We have to pool what we have left." He said. "Yes, quite. I advocate that we increase the quota for those in our factories. Meatpackers will be the backbone this winter as our imports come in. They need to be outputting more." The man on his left said. They all nodded in agreement, writing it up on a paper. They turned on the radio as they listened to quiet classical, continuing their search through the State files. This. This is the life of the State. But all hope is not lost. One man will change everything. One man will proclaim his place from miniscule state servant to the highest power in this land. But as the people of Novoroyevsk wait for their savior, the suffering of these lands will not end. This is the horrors of Novoroyevsk, and they truly are horrors to those who serve the State. |
Hello there everyone, this is the The northern utopian republic, the newest nation to be a part of Northern Utopia. It is a pleasure to be here. Quziq, The Kohen, Astana-Anders, and Novoroyevsk |
James's alarm had failed him, the shrill electronic tone had blared nonstop for half an hour before James was roused from sleep, his typical routine cut short to a short black coffee and a sharp cold shower. TACIT2/REC/AV/VENUE/PROCUREMENT... He tapped the key to send and rolled his seat to the side, pulling out the blue tinted form and sat it next to the girl's offering, pen in hand as he marked through line after line, box after box. TACIT2/REC/AV/VENUE/PROCUREMENT... RE: RE: With a long yawn and a determined nod, he stood up and pulled the keys from under the desk as he motioned to the crowd, "Alright kids, door to the left, just give me a minute." He quickly made his way back through the theatre, pushing through dampening curtains and up a softly carpeted set of stairs, the projector booth sat still and ready, softly padded chair and immense projector dominating the confined space. United Kingdom of Miotia-Candor, The Soviet state of Svalbard, Neyde spears kingdom, Quziq, and 5 othersLake perseverance, The Kohen, Greater autenheim, Astana-Anders, and Skenja |
The 2020 Astana-Anders Election: Joseph looks at his 1st and 2nd Vice President Zander Franklin and Emily Ray in utter disbelief and confusion as he is standing up holding a piece of paper. "This has to be against the law somewhere. "They cannot do something like this! This is a violation of the Constitutional Rights of the Citizen Declaration!" Zander looks Emily with serious worry and turns to his Lord President. "Unfortunately the bill passed and the courts have upholded it. "They find no issue with it." Emily says hanging her head. "We are sorry that they did this but technically there is no rule against this." Joseph then turns to his balcony window. He stares intensely into the sun. He holds up the document and begins to read it in his head. "The Chamber of Parliament has passed on November 15, 2020 that the 2021 General Presidential Election date will be moved to January 21st of 2021 instead of April 5, 2021. The bill has been passed with an overwhelming majority 650 to 150 in the Chamber of Parliament and 900 to 100 in the Parliamentary Senate." |
The President Of Onculand moves on to the stage, drinks a cup of water and flexes a bit before turning on the mic. He then proceeds to speak to the nation and the region. "This is The President. We've been having communication troubles recently for unkown reasons. We have found a solution to fix the problem however. I am here to announce to our people and let the whole world know that The Federal Republic Of Onculand shall take it's place among other nations of our planet. Our days of isolationism is over as was the tyranny that once nearly tore down our great nation. For Peace and Solidarity! For a brighter future together!" |
N.E.S. Bronze Shield[/b] Fem Crew Member: "Aircraft coming in hot! Their super sonic!" She yells out, the Admiral would look out to see dots in the distance, he would notice a few Sparrowhawks noticed as well and turned towards the incoming jets. Ad. Rain: "Ready squadrons Upsilon and Io! Sparrowhawks in the air prepare for attack! All ships on guard for assault!" He orders, the sparrowhawks begin to spread out and prepare to do their best against the incoming jets. Beneath the hull of the Carrier 10 jets where being prepared for combat, their pilots walking to their respective craft each color coded to symbolize which group they where in. Upsilon: Grey Fleet Movements The AA Guns of the Electran battle/escort group would aim at the incoming aircraft and prepare to fire, their weapons hot and ready to unload onto the jets. Two Corvettes, the N.E.S. Ion and N.E.S. Needle, would begin moving to intercept the two seacraft approaching behind the jets. On the Cargo ships, with all the resources now with protection, crew members would begin to come to the top of the ship armed with heavy weaponry. |
Hans sat with Kommandant Wolfenstein and various other high ranking members of the new Kriegsrat around the map of Greater Autenheim. Kommandant was the first to speak. "We've established firm areas of defense around the Château and the surrounding village. Hundreds of men and women arrive, ready to fight, support, and help daily. Even though we're growing, we're in no state to stage an attack on the Reichsarmee. However, with this new information, we can properly prepare for possible counter-attacks. We've successfully captured a large amount of Svartjordgard, including the agricultural sectors and the fertile black earth. We control the food, but have little means of receiving arms. Our best option currently is to stage small guerilla attacks, prominently in Blĺgard, where there forces are gathering. Using these tactics, we can hit them harder, considering their smaller numbers." Hans smiles and nods approvingly at the Kommandant, as do the others. "Kommandant, just as Ubel has named Mr. Erik Krüger the Director of the Department of Defense, I shall name you Kommandant Wolfenstein of the IRAF Military. Wolfenstein, while I am here, I want you to lead these men into the hit and run situations. Hand pick them, for they're your personal platoon." Wolfenstein stood in front of his men, smiling with pride. Of the 30 men he chose, 15 were former State Security Officers, men who he trained with, and knew worked hard and fiercely. The other 15 were battle trained farmers and Hämmer, who he was confident in the ability to fight. "Listen up, Platoon! We're moving out, we'll be taking a route to Forvirringsby, and hitting an artillery battery stationed there. The goal is to disorganize, dismember, and disperse. Wolves, lets move!" The team had arrived to the outskirts of the city at near sunset, with the last sliver of light shining. There were 12 180mm howitzers armed with 8 soldiers each, placed about 30 yards from one another. Two men each took on an artillery piece, and were rather successful. The first sound in the night was the 12 flashbangs, ignited within 10 seconds of each other. The Wolves had moved in quick, using their disorganization to take out the Reichsarmee soldaten. The Wolves proceeded to chuck the artillery barrell with thermite, allowing the thermite to destroy the inside, while effectively making the pieces inert, before they were disassembled by the Wolves. They then proceeded to move out, away from the city. A rather successful adventure for Wolfenstein's Wolves. |
Admiral Benjamin Ark and his fleet of 70 ships and his flagship "The Victorious Warrior" go to Bombar Port, a major port that is a Imperial State that relies entirely on export. If he can destroy it, then the entire area will starve and lose resources and the rest of the army will conquer it in about 2 weeks to 9 weeks. 45 minutes to the port, Greater autenheim ships numbering 100 arrived to defend the port. A naval battle ensued. It only ended after the Admiral of the fleet was killed by flying shrapnel. The entire fleet retreated and the Anderian fleet was able to shell the port. The mission was won, but it was a pyrrhic victory. Only 10 ships returned with even Benjamin getting wounded. Still though, the mission was won and the entire army of 700,000 moved to capture the Imperial State, knowing the dangers ahead. |
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Kjanu, Quziq, and Niskonia |
15th of November, 2020. A TV screen's light glared in the dimly lit room as one man and one woman slouched on the present leather sofa in a small hotel room. The screen had the words 'Magyar Új Élő' plastered over an impossibly obnoxious baby blue and pink background, with the speakers blasting out the incredibly irritating theme song of the news station. Once this mandatory suffering had ceased, the screen cut to a video of a reporter standing outside a grandiose looking building; a projector displayed a chart with two bars, one in dark blue blue with the words 'Mezőgazdasági-Munkás' written vertically down it, and the other in bright red with 'Keresztény Szocialista' splashed on it. The blue bar was slightly higher above the red one, crossing a dotted horizontal line with the number two hundred and seventy written across it. People outside the building had mixed looks of shock, disappointment, disappear, and disgust on show as they rather despairingly milled about outside the building: at this point the results were all but confirmed. Darnia, spymaster in Svalbard's Third Sector, put a stop to the playback as her partner Mikhail complained in a rather childish manner: pouting and winging about how they should keep watching. Darnia immediately got up and started packing their stuff away - Mikhail followed suit reluctantly after a short while. The two of them had been sent to Hungary to gain further intel into the backstage happenings of the election; and with what they found pertaining to Adorjan Voy's shading dealings with a certain other current person of interest to the Third Sector, the situation had become seemingly untenable, and as such action from Svalbard would be required, and swiftly and sharply at that. |
Isumi threaded narrowly through the expanding formation, "Fire away cowards..." her mind screamed as she scattered plumes of electrostatic chaff above the battlegroup, followed by a lithe roll to send a spiral of flares careening between the scrambling fighters. The other jets followed her diversion, they split from the tight wing and climbed aggressively to a shallow attack, dozens of rocket pods spewing flames as they rained chalk-filled projectiles down upon the fleet, where they burst open into a thick hazy smoke, quickly joined by streams of bright burning magnesium that scattered in slender lines across the battlegroup. Quziq, The Kohen, North Electrica, and Niskonia |
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“The banquet?” He murmured. “It begins in a few moments, your highness.” Liyu, his servant, told as he combed his master’s hair. “Your highness best be ready.” Prince Baolou (宝楼太子), Son of Emperor Chongzhen (崇祯帝) and Noble Consort Mei (梅贵妃) , called Prince Zhen (珍太子), was a rather tall man. His hair, uncut and long by tradition, fell in glistening rivers to his waist. His eyes were a delicate dark gold like tiger-eye stones set in the fair face. The spring banquet was thrown once every year in the early infancy of spring, during the spring celebrations that engulf the Dynasty. Of course eh was going to be expected to attend, he was Empress Taihe’s brother after all and for him to not attend would raise questions. “What a bother,” he groaned. It would be another nest of political intrigue, most likely. “Fetch me a robe if you would please, something festive. The nobles are like to raise an eyebrow if I turn up in something dull.” **** One by one, the lamps flickered to life as the light slowly faded into dark. There was an expectant air today; everyone was crowded at the southern road, awaiting patiently as the hour began. Boom Drums were beating heart-throbbing beats as the procession came into view; a huge shrine of gilded wood, hung with wisps of silk more fine than the finest of gossamer wings. Live flowers can be seen within the shrine, swaying with each gently rock of the vessel they were contained. The bells on the corner of their elegant eaves rang with every small movement, and the golden carvings glittered brightly in the warm light. The shrine was pulled by four white ropes, which in turn was pulled by the strength of an army of men. There were peacock feathered fans, an orchestra on a huge chariot pulled by white horses, and elegant court ladies holding intricate vases laden full of pink peonies bright. And as the flowered wine began to freely flow, a celebration of its own began within the walls of the Yongan Palace. Nestled in the splendid expanse of the Imperial Gardens, the Shuangxi Palace (双喜宫) was a shining beacon of beacons in the Palace’s shining depths. One of the five great banquet halls of the Yongan Palace, it was like a huge octagonal pavilion and the only hall without walls and open to the elements. Though it would pose a problem in rain, the night was clear as crystal now, the full moon like some shining silver mirror. The pavilion was double-eaved, every one of its eight corners of its roofs rising gracefully to the sky, and on every corner was hung a bell that tinkled merrily with every passing breeze. Between the huge pillars, in place of walls, were billowing silk curtains so fine that it was transparent. Intricate carvings were coated in gold and studded with gemstones, while enormous dougong brackets held up the huge roof. Around the Palace was a forest of trees laden with the soft pink of blossoms, swaying ever so gently as the festivities began. There were ornate wooden tables set amongst the peach blossom forests, each lit with candelabras of wrought gold. A great procession of courtiers were sweeping across the gardens, towards the brilliance that was the Shuangxi Palace. Trailing robes of brilliant silk, shining jewels, even the servants were wearing their best silks and jewels for the occasion tonight. They were ascending winding paths, crossing the high arch of a bridge with the river below lit by floating lotus flowers bright with candles, past pavilions twined with ivy, and up stone steps elegantly and purposefully worn until they came to the Hall before them. They entered its breezy interior, though interior might not be a good word to describe it since it was absent of walls. The transparent silk curtains were billowing in the night air. The Shuangxi Palace was very beautiful indeed tonight. All the best artisans had sprinkled all their talent upon it. Delicate flowers of dark blue hung like jewels from the vines, all living, twined gently in place upon the sides of the ceiling and intricate golden caisson. The petals were drifting onto the floor, and every one of the hanging ribbons and banners were perfumed in soft fragrance. There were drifting white smoke from the huge turquoise censers that lined the hall’s sides. The brilliant crowds gathered around the hall, silken robes and trailing hems a dominant sight in the expanse of the hall. There was a gentle chatter, soft movement of fashionable fans, and jewels glittering in the hair of every person in the area. “皇上驾到~!” (All hail the Emperor!) In a rustle of glittering silk, the crowds knelt as a single women entered. Her robes were stunningly intricate; it was a robe wine red, embroidered richly with deep blue peonies. Her sleeves and loose crossing lapels were outlined with white pearls, and her skirts behind. Over these, the Empress wore an overcoat of transparent silk embroidered intricately with cloth of gold. Around her arms is a raiment of violet silk. The Kohen, Greater autenheim, Huazheng, and Niskonia |
The 2020 Astana-Anders Election: A New Challenger Joseph sighs heavily and reaches for a fountain pen. He knows that once the courts uphold the bill, the Lord President cannot do anything about it. He signs the document. "If that is the case, then get me Paul Rudy here." Paul Rudy was the campaign manager for Joseph Vargas back during his '16 campaign and is also a life-long friend of Joseph back during his days as a member of the technological wing of the military. Paul Rudy soon comes back to the office and gets greeted by a hug and smile from Joseph. "Alright Paul, tell me, who will be my next challenger and what should I do to secure my victory?" Paul holds up a piece of charts and graphs and reads from them. "Under normal circumstances you would have nothing to fear, but this time it is not normal. A new party was just from called the D.U.-R. or the Democratic Union of the Republic. It is a left-wing-ish to centre-right party which just became a big part of the Parliament just last month. It is a massive coalition from the D.S.P., the N.L.P., the P.L.P, the M.-D.-R. and even the D.M.C. The took the best parts about each party and added it to their own. This means that now this party could be your biggest challenger to winning the reelection." Joseph looks surprisingly shocked as he looks at the political map, even the most devot departments have no become swing-states. The most likely candidate is Coraline Virginia, a former P.L.P (Populist Labour Party) Parliamentary Senator before joining the D.U.-R. Some people have even called her "the Joseph Vargas of the opposition" due to the fact that like Joseph, grew up in the same situation and is just as popular. Paul adds. "I recommended only paying attention to this new party while still keeping an eye on the rest since they are not worth the energy for the time being." Joseph can already sense that this will be a too close for comfort at best and absolute rioting at worse. History serves for the latter option. |
Liang was at last prepared to enter the ball, it was exciting to be within the sight of the Fengese public, and particularly the regal family. He was wearing a white suit, that included gold and dark accents. It was a vest over a white shirt and a dark tie finished by a white and gold shaded cape, and got done with coordinating plain jeans, gloves and shoes. His sleek white hair and very fair skin was sufficient to attract the consideration of everybody his quality, likewise his abnormal eyes that ran in Li Dynasty. His cosmetics comprised a light redden around his generally blushing cheeks, a light eyeshadow and white eyeliner that vanished on his light complexion. His hair was short, not normal for some Huazhese men, he was not for long and followed hair. It was observable that he was energised, generally due to his large smile he cannot contain any more. He was headed to the Spring Ball, on his pony he brought with him, Shandian. Shandian was a white bloodhorse, a youthful female who was 3 years of age. A light-shaded and magnificently lean creature, she was sufficiently high to arrive at Liang's neck. Despite the fact that she dismissed first due to the climate that was a stranger to her, she later got more settled. Liang rode the pony, and started his excursion to the zone. Everything around him was astonishing and superbly done, from the managed shrubs to bloom gardens he cruised by. Huazheng was nothing comparative contrasted with this excellent scene of the land. At the point when he at last came to the royal residence, he requested her to stop and later gave her to a staff hanging tight for him outside. The castle was shocking, figures of deformity remaining before the door were likewise enough to entrance him. He at that point entered to the castle, it appeared as though he was somewhat late, yet he was never a prompt individual in the first place. He entered to the lobby just to see the queen, poising to give a speech. He was listening cautiously to her words, hardly trying not missing any words whatsoever. (ooc: sorry for the short answer, i had no idea how to respond) |
It was a surprise for sure, but few know how complacent the world was, even fewer care... In a forgotten past, scant decades ago. The fifth patrol rumbled through the main street of the small desert town, spearheaded by a gruff man poured in sweat as he barked back his frustrations at the people refusing to vacate. A cheer sounded, but the celebration was brief, soon the morbid task lay ahead as the mercenary laughed in defiance, "More will come, you fools!" before a handful of sand was stuffed down his throat. Quziq and The Kohen |
The Astana-Anders 2021 Election: The Election Begins After multiple days, all the parties choose their nominee. The Revolutionary Progressive Party choose Joseph as their best bet and the Democratic Union of the Republic choose Coraline Virginia as their candidate. But this soon became incredibly divisive for the country. Both parties policies were usually left-wing and both benefited a single group. For example, Joseph proposed that Transgender people could go into a bathroom of their surgical reassignment gender while Coraline promised that Transgender and Intersex people could have their own bathroom for them. Both policies benefited the LGBT community and just imagine something like this but for every policy they both promised. It all came to ahead at the General Presidential Election. Phillip Dougman would be the moderator for the debate as he was a smart political scientist who identified with no party type. On November 10, 2020. The debate started. Joseph would go first then Coraline. The first subject was the minimum wage. Joseph argued that the minimum wage should be $20/1 hour, should be adjusted for inflation, and should be a living wage. Coraline instead proposed the novel idea of Universal Basic Income should replace the minimum wage. As you can imagine, both sides ideas were widely popular but no one knew which side to pick. This trend continued for much of the debate. One side would proposed a progressive and popular idea, the other retaliates with an alternative progressive and just as popular idea and citizens became divisive. The other parties like the Democratic Solidarity Party and the National Liberal Party didn't even make a splash, even though they were the second and third biggest parties in the Parliament. But it soon became clear which group both candidates had a hold on. Joseph was usually backed up by intellectuals and otherwise intelligent people while Coraline usually had the support of socialists and other far-leftists. After the third debate, both sides became even more divise. Complaints of incredibly loud shouting between family members literally nunople (x9=nunople) and fights broke out. One such incident soon escalated into a "gang war" as both R.P.P supporters clashed over D.U.-R. supporters in the city of Raji in the Volterch Department which started after two guys started fighting over which candidates policies benefited immigrants the most. The war became so intense that 500 military personnel armed with taser rifles had to intervene and stop the fighting. Over 50 people were injured and this incident wasn't the only one either. Cities even in Omniville had such similar cases. Joseph could see that clouds were forming over this election, just one more mistake and a full blown war could occur. Unfortunately, a mistake did happen. |
"Kommandant, report." Hans said over the long-range walkie. "We've successfully hit the artillery garrison on the city outskirts. We're ready to proceed." Hans had moved a Battalion to the Kommandant's location earlier when they had attacked, and they would be arriving soon. "The forces I've moved your way should arrive soon. Be ready to organize and set up an attack on the city. Don't be afraid to pull back or make a decisive move, we're fighting a bigger force." Hans said. The Kommandant nodded and said yes, hanging up. 3 hours had passed before the battalion had arrived. Wolfenstein pulled the Oberstleutnant aside and showed him the battle plan. "We have 8 platoons ready to move, so we'll use a flank operation, coming in on the side of the city first. We'll have two platoons up front, ready to strike head on once the other 6 have moved in. We don't expect to cover much ground or capture the city. If we can, it's a massive plus for us but our main goal is to destroy all defense or offensive strongholds, weapons, and equipment. Secure high value targets, take as many prisoner as we can. We don't want to have to kill our Brothers in Arms." the Kommandant said. The Oberstleutnant nodded, beginning to give orders. The artillery battery that Wolfenstein and his men had hit and destroyed was yet to be relieved, so this was good news. In under an hour, each platoon had taken their positions. Wolfenstein ordered the first 6 on the flanks to move in with caution, watching for city defense. Once they had entered, they could move quickly. Once the 6 platoons had entered, Wolfenstein would give the order to the 2 platoons up front to spearhead into the city. The attack was commenced, and went so forth. The first group sat quietly as it awaited orders. The Kommandant flipped a thumb and the troops hopped the artillery battery defenses, charging towards the city. As they entered the city, gunfire was clearly being exchanged, and the 2 companies took the Reichsarmee by surprise. Wolfenstein was outside the city on the radio, listening in with three other officers. The battle had commenced for four hours. The Wolves suffered minimal casualties and were able to take many men prisoner as well as eliminate threats. Wolfenstein phoned back to Hans and gave him the news. Hans ordered the Kommandant to set up a defensive perimeter on the city and to begin handing rations and other needs to the citizens of the city who hadn't been evacuated. Reichsarmee forces had been moving towards them from the west. In 5 hours, after setting up defensive positions facing west, the 8 companies held off the advancing two battalions, causing heavy casualties. The IRAF had won the city over, and set up a base of operations in the city while maintaining the defensive position. |
OOC: Have fun! Your allies from Arwindom. The Soviet state of Svalbard, Neyde spears kingdom, Quziq, The Kohen, and 2 othersGreater autenheim, and Astana-Anders |
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