The Juko-Aziklan (Civil) War
It had gotten out of hand. The pro-Aziklan peoples of Juko had finally had enough what they considered "tyranny" of the now more capitalistic and somewhat more caring Juko government. So they had organised an army, stolen from Juko Trooper weapons caches, and staged a full fledged revolt. This wasn't a terroristic skirmish. This was war.
Bunker Hill, Outskirts of Portland, Juko
December 26 - 12:37 PM
General Hendrix looked down from the hilltop into Portland. The cold night air froze his breath as he sighed. Why had it ended up like this? These were the same people, brothers and sisters, fighting against one another. But he had no choice. He was given orders and he would follow them.
He walked to the other side of the fort and looked down into Camp Zulu, an Aziklan soldier fort hidden inside the Ikerian forest. To his left and right sat eight M270 MLRS mobile-rocket-artillery batteries sitting silent, their missile tubes pointed up into the air. Satellites had already laser designated areas where the Trooper scouts had determined were where the Aziklan soldiers were stationed. At 9:00 PM sharp tonight, the Troopers would light up the forest with a heavy rocket bombardment then go in full force to weed out whoever was left. Stationed back in portland was the 2nd Trooper Brigade. The 36th Sniper Corps was also with them, as was the 182nd Armored. M1A1 Abrams tanks could be seen sitting in the streets, their heavy bulks silent, like sleeping bears.
As night approached, Hendrix told his artillery sargeant, Sgt. Webb, to begin readying the artillery.
Camp Zulu, Ikerian Forest
3:19 PM
General Perry looked up at the top of Bunker Hill. He could see smoke rising from the once quiet M270s. That meant they were going to be firing soon. That also meant he would have to attack before they did. They would probably open fire tonight, right at sun down. Perry already knew there were a lot of men over in Portland. If they could take the hill now, they could blast the hell out of Portland and win a big battle on this end of the front. He told his officers to get the men ready. They would charge the hill within the hour.
Battle of Bunker Hill
December 26, 5:27 PM
Aziklan rebels charged out of the forest, screaming like banshees, shooting blindly towards the hill top. Hendrix was stunned at the sudden onslaught. He yelled at his men to assemble and hold the line then yelled into the radio for Portland's troops to get mobile and move to support them. Out side, the loud blasting of SAWs and M16A2s echoed throughout the valley. Down at the bottom, the sound of AK-47s could somewhat be heard in the explosive noise. The occasional loud blast of a M24 or M82 sniper rifle was barely audible.
The charge was violent. Perry's men were halfway up the hill before the Troopers had opened fire. But now they were halted, holed up in ditches, trying to stay away from the enemy fire. But it would be a tough job. Bullets were pinging off the ground everywhere. The body count was already in the hundreds. Time for drastic measures. Hidden inside the forest, mortar teams opened up on the fort.
Hendrix fell to the ground as mortar shells began blowing up all around the fort. One of the towers holding one of the mounted 50 caliber machine guns exploded in a huge fireball. The line was faultering. He ordered more men to move in and support the fort edge. He got a radio saying the M1A1 Abrams were in range to fire but they couldn't see the other side of the hill where the Aziklan soldiers were. They would have to hold the hill for two more minutes, the longest two minutes most of these men had ever seen.
Next, The Longest Deuce
The Battle of Bunker Hill: The Longest Deuce
December 26, 5:33 PM to 5:35 PM
Hendrix yelled for his men to hold the line again just as an M270 exploded in front of him. For the second time tonight he was blown back. but this time, he was down for the count. Sgt. Webb saw him lying on his back and called for a medic.
"Medic! The General's down!"
A medic dashed over to him. Minutes later, the medic and another soldier stumbled across the other hill side, carrying the General on a stretcher. Webb took charge of the hillside defense.
"Ok boys, hold it just a little longer! The cavalry's almost here!"
And so they did. For the next two minutes, bullets could be seen going back and forth, up and down the hill, in endless chains, never faultering. The sound was deafening and ever present. Aziklan soldiers were lying all across the hillside, the dead numbering in the high hundreds. On the hilltop, the number of dead Troopers was also horrific. Hundreds of soldiers lay limp over the sandbag wall. More were laying around the fort in various spots.
But after two minutes, it was over.
The Cavalry was here.
"Bunker Hill, this is Eagle 1, do you copy?"
"Roger Eagle 1, this is Bunker Hill, we copy."
"Bunker Hill, throw laser targeters down on the hillside. Lay low, bombing run coming in."
"Roger."
Webb ran out and ordered for laser designators to draw beads on the hill side as close to the soldiers as they could. Minutes later, the sound of F-22 engines filled the air. Soon, they could be seen, the bombs dangling from their wings. At the same time, the M1A1 Abrams began rounding the bottom of the hill, their turrets turning towards the Aziklan soldiers.
The cavalry was here.
Next, Retreat!
The Battle of Bunker Hill: Retreat!
December 26, 5:38 PM
General Perry cursed under his breath when he saw the carnage unfold. The F-22s and M1A1 Abrams literally blew the hillside away. The bodies which were a horrific sight to see were no longer able to be seen, blown to bits by the bombs and tank shells.
Then the M270s opened up.
The forest was lit ablaze by rockets pounding the ground. Camp Zulu was leveled. The entire Aziklan force camped out at Portland was wounded and not getting up.
General Perry did the thing no general wants to do.
He got on the radio.
"All forces be advised. Retreat."
OoC: Some feed back would be great... or someone wanting to get it on the RP... it's not closed (yet... :shock: ).
Next, Cleanup Operation