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President President hzbdgeievwhsi the “I cant find a map of SR” of the bulbs was reading her favorite novel pegsia when her monster of foreign affairs came up to her

Mam we have dire news,
Zita has declared war on someone

Prez: Just send them some volunteers and ignore it

But one of the allies of the enemy has blockaded our coast

Prez:who and are the melons ok?

The melons are ok and Ostramorve and hoersong mam

Prez:
By goddesses that The oracle of the three goddesses worships so dearly ask for a meeting

Camp Tango, days after the liberation.

Truberent Michael Harris had received and stitched on the third chevron onto his rank patches yesterday. He was now the Second in Command, Third Fireteam, Second Squad, Second Section, Second Platoon, Fourth Company, 20th General Infantry Legion. He felt proud of himself, and gave much thought on the responsibilities of his first command. He didn't need to have done so. His first assignment was to guard the entry to the HQ on the morning watch. As the sun rose higher, the temperatures and the humidity soared. At noon, the next two-man team relieved Michael and his buddy right on time. Michael informed them of any instructions received when he was on duty. The team members took up the attention position, and Michael assumed the at-ease position.

Michael checked the safety and unloaded the magazine from the standard issue rifle. He confirmed the gun was unloaded, and trodded off to the armoury to turn it in. The Warrant Officer on duty, received the rifle and checked the receiving status. He wrote down the details in a register. He signed, and turned it over for Michael to sign. Michael signed and went off to the mess hall for his lunch. The kitchen hadn't started serving, and won't be doing so for at least another ten minutes. Michael figured that he'd go off and join his company mates, in the middle of the hall.

"Hey, here comes Mike."

"Hey people."

"So, how's the chevron feeling?"

After some friendly banter and general chatter, the conversation steered around to more important subjects.

"I heard the legion is going to march again"

"The Metalvians have good defenses, we'd need the Artillery to soften it up."

"Yeah, this camp had really good defences. Raised ground, mud entrenchments. The best that can be conjured up in weeks.

"I expect we'll marching to meet an attack on Cohorse." This time, Michael spoke.

The group became confused. "How can you say that?"

"Look at the map. We were posted at Saint's North, then we marched south here. Going further south, you get to Cohorse. The Metalvians have been hemmed in this direction, there's no other target for them to attack."

"Well, why keep the rest of the force back at Saint's North? I'd say that we're..."

The mess bell struck right then, indicating the kitchen was prepared to serve.

Ragarchi Village, North Beleghata

The 12th Squadron composed of 5 armoured legions and 5 infantry legions, raced though the Ragarchi village. Beleghatan units were shot on sight. Racing through the Ragarchi village, the 12th Squadron was surprised by increasingly heavy Beleghatan response. 3 armoured legions and 2 infantry legions were able to penetrate the Beleghatan lines through till the rear area. The rest of the 12th Squadron were stuck outside the Beleghatan lines. The trapped legions didn't mind the cut off and began searching for weak links in the Beleghatan rear.

Meanwhile, 2 aircraft of the 22nd Air Support Legion, was resting on the tarmac at the FOS Jerency, when it was called upon to bomb the Beleghatan lines. Within minutes, the planes headed towards the location of the 12th Squadron.

The Cohorse Offensive
Prime Minister Stephen Washington met again with the Defence Minister Aldo Corleone and the National Security Advisor Ham Boldcrunch. Taking stock of the situation in both Beleghata and Minuda, he asked for the latest reports.

Aldo Corleone began. "Sir, these are the Beleghatan positions, and these are our positions. As you can see, we have succeeded in making a heavy dent into Beleghata's territory. I think the Fall of Ubalin will come in days. Meanwhile in Minuda, Metalvians have launched a major offensive on the city of Cohorse. Our troops are positioned here, and are in striking distance of Cohorse, should Minudans require any support."

Ham Bolcrunch then laid out on the table the details of the Minudian Civil War. "Sir, these are the latest intelligence reports from the Minudian Intelligence. The Metalvians are marching ahead towards the city of Cohorse. Minudans have set up here, right outside the city."

Stephen Washington pored through the maps and documents, "So the Minudians willl meet them here and push them back?"

"Yes, sir."

Pronouncement
Early in the morning the soldiers of the 20th Legion were packed and ready to march. The Establishment was packing up too, to shift to their new forward base if the mission was successful. Orders from the Commanding Officer were received, and the 2000 plus contingent began to march out. The officers were receiving real-time updates, thanks to the efficient information network created by the Intelligence Bureau. The information provided were received and analysed by the senior officers at the Establishment, and orders kept flowing down the chain of command.

Near the Metalvian lines, the contingent broke. Scouts were sent ahead to report on the Metalvians. Their reports were received and sent on to the Intelligence Bureau. At Saint's North, 2 bombers were fitted with CAS munitions and fueled to take off at a moment's notice. The 20th Legion set up on the easternmost side of the combat formation.

The formation advanced quickly. On crashing with the Metalvian line on the ridge of Evan's Hill, the 20th Legion made quick work of the enemy frontlines. Truberent Michael Harris flanked a Metalvian and pressed the trigger. The surprised Metalvian went down immediately. His fireteam then chased a group of Metalvians down the sides until they disappeared behind a ridge.

Down with Ubalin
All the way down south to the border of Antiyard and Beleghata, the frontlines in the Ragarchi village was bombed by the 22nd Air Support Legion. The armoured legions engaged infantry units of the Beleghatan forces. Slicing through the Beleghatan rear areas, the armoured legions made forced the Beleghatan units to turn around. It was then that the Antiyard infantry legions began ramming through the Beleghatan lines. Antiyardian soldiers shot anything that moved. The 22nd CAS Legion turned around for another run. The infantry legions swarmed the edges of the Beleghatan forces. Beleghata was fighting a losing battle.

At a northernly location, the first squadron pushed through deep into Beleghatan territory. The resistance was fragile, leaving large gaps in the rear lines. The gaps were being filled by troops of the second squadron. A Beleghatan village, Isbillah, proved uneasy to surrender. Armed forces within the village, which had been bypassed during the advance of the first squadron, began firing on any Antiyardian unit approaching the village. Faced with no other option, the Antiyard Military Forces issued an order to surrender with a deadline of six hours. Thousands of men women and children prisoners escaped by the deadline, the waiting soldiers taking them into custody for relocation to a safer place. On the last hour, a reminder was given and the 44th Artillery Legion prepared to shell the village. Even then, the firing didn't cease, and when the deadline passed, the village was pounded with 155mm shells. 10 minutes later, the shelling ceased, and the second squadron took the village.

On the Lunghan Sea, the Antiyardian Squadron began shelling the Beleghatan coast. As the Beleghatan Air Force launched attacks on the ships, the 30th Fighter Legion based on the Antiyardian coast began gaining air superiority. The Beleghatan aircraft began dropping like flies. After full air supreiority had been achieved, the ships began unloading their cargo, carrying thousands of Antiyardian soldiers onto the coast of Beleghata. The coastal city of Jardenah played host to the soldiers, who marched unchallenged through the streets. Militia units met were ordered to surrender, or in most cases, decimated.

Beleghata