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The mighty region of Bhattman have decided to declare war on the Communist scum that is the region of D.A.D. Any Capitalist regions feel free to help us.

i declere war on the scum of D.A.D

The also mighty nation of Smeebobfred declares war on the disgusting communist nations of D.A.D, and prepares all of its military might to destroy the communist scum. Long live capitalism!

Del Folio's nuclear armaments are 5. :twisted: We must crush them. Let the war begin....

Hmmm... interesting.
I feel compelled to join the war effort.

The full power of Jorgstate's military is ready to be deployed.

"Madam President, it seems as though smaller nations are going to war, shall we intervene and stop them?" asked General Taylor.

"Hmm, no... let them play, it'll be entertaining." replied President Juno, "Maybe we'll even see a tank or two!"

With that both the President and the General burst into laughter.

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President Kate Juno
Federal Republic of Aequatio

Premier Rufai smiled thinly as he was told the news of the mighty nation of Ramyaraj's declaration of war.

General Thompson asked "Well Premier Rufai? Do we fight?"

The Premier contemplated for a moment and then laughed harshly. "DAD is a a putrid nation full of communist and Marxist scum. To fight alongside the nation of Ramyaraj is to defend ourselves from their disgusting plague. We shall aid Ramyaraj."

General Thompson replied "But DAD is a huge region, with all due respect Premier! More arrive everyday!"

Rufai snarled "DOn't you think I know this? I am Rufai The Great! Scourge of The Earth!

He turned to the huge screens in his bunker as the images flashed up of the mobilising Tiger tanks. "We must not forget General. Communism is a plauge and a virus that must be wiped out. Capitalist countries and like ourselves, fascist nation, will do anything to rid themselves of this threat."

"Mobilize the armies General. Ready the 3rd and 5th Shock Armies and send them to the border. Place the Airforce on highest alert. Prepare the Navy for running skirmish battles."

General Thompson smiled. "Of course Premier, it shall be done. We shall make the communists pay."

OOC: IT HAS BEGUN"

Compelled to stand against belligerent capitalist invasion, the United Socialist States of Bergist will tentatively support D.A.D. The power of the Bergistian army, though small, stands ready to aid them.

ooc: post more later, off to school.

The Equilism Military Minister read the above statements during his casual glance over the Forums. He then proceeded to break out laughing.

The nations of Bhattman, a puny region with no more than 10 nations, is declaring war on 20 nation DAD?

"Even so," he thought, "How can they think it has any importance whatsover? The nations of Bhattman have never even fought in battle before...in the NS Universe, they don't even figure in the grand scheme of things."

Message from Premier Rufai to Emperor Ramyaraj:

"Forces mobilised STOP Regret to inform you that we are defending Rufai's borders and not the region STOP Protecting the people of The Armed Republic of Rufai STOP Any armed conflict against DAD has my consent STOP Will not carry out attacks ourself STOP The United Socialist States of Bergist must be made to pay STOP Begin offensive when ready STOP."




OOC: Peter....No.

Chronosia pledges its arms to the side of DAD, never again shall capitalism intimidate Communism through weight of arms alone. I, the Chairman of the SSRC, swear to defend the rights of DAD against the capitalist horde it faces. As a result, the Chronosian Airship fleet, containing a majority of infantry, is standing by for immediate deployment to the aid of DAD. I give you the opportunity for peace, and if it is refused, then I shall bring the wrath of the USSR down upon you. My Comrades are more than ready to go.

Official Statement from Bergistian President

The United Socialist States of Bergist will stand by their red brothers regardless of all threats made by the capitalist aggressor. The People's Army is now mobilizing to prepare both for the defense of our borders and to aid our brethren throughout DAD and Chronosia. Wave the red flag comrades. Let not these agressors run us from our lands.

OFFICIAL STATEMENT FROM THE WAR OFFICE

Due to the threatening actions of other countries such as Chronosia and Bergist, the armies of Rufai are ready for combat. Should Bhattman nations wish to set up outposts or airforce bases in Rufai, we are happy to help.

Death to the communist scum. All hail the Rufai flag, or you shall die before it. We shall teach you to fear the colour red.

Upon the streets of the Bergistian capitol a sea of people at gathered. More of a river to be more accurate, as the massive procession of the 1st Army marched gallantly down the wide avenue. They took each step in unison, the crack of thousands of boot heels echoing like thunder throughout the city. This was the largest march ever to grace the city, a much need boost in morale for the coming days. The vibrant red flag flew over the head of the march. And it had garnered the attention of both the local media and the masses. Crowds of cheering citizens lined every street, while others watched from their houses.

From the third story of a nearby apartment, a little boy, about the age of eight watched with interest. His father stood nearby.

"Where are they going, dad?"

"Don't worry son. They are here to keep us safe."

"Safe from who? From the capi...capert...capital.."

The father chuckled softly listening to his son struggle over the word. "You're young, Ben. You shouldn't have to worry about things like that..."

"Why do they hate us, dad? Are they evil?"

"Heh...they don't all hate us, son. They aren't naturally bad people. There are bad capitalists, just like there are bad communists, and socialists. We just don't believe what their governments do is right. Don't worry about it for now son. Just watch the parade."

can i join in with this war :D

General Dorrill of the ARR Air Force smiled as he gave the order.
"Send in a wave of NightBlade bombers from the HMS Rayne into Bergist's capital. Escorts from the Thundercat fighters. I want military installations and supply depots taken out."

General Thompson laughed in amazement. "Well, who would have thought it! The airforce begins the war!"

Grand Admiral Scarlatt of the ARR Navy grinned savagely as he sent word to Lord Rufai.

The parade thundered down the streets, the only noise to rival the clap of boot heels being the raucous cheer of thousands of supporting citizens. And yet suddenly there was a different sound. A distant roar began to overwhelm the celebration, the sound of several jet engines. Everyone seemed to freeze for a moment, a hush falling over the entirety of the mighty crowd until the first bombs began to drop from the sky. A nearby armory and supply depot went up with a tremendous explosion, hundreds of nearby civilians caught up in the blaze of fire and shrapnel from the building. The soldiers of the first army broke formation and scrambled for cover, as did all those still capable of walking. A panic broke out and soon citizens and soldiers were caught in a morass, trampling all who stood in their way. In a matter of minutes the streets were left empty except for the dead and dying. Of the latter, desperate, pain-stricken wails carried through the air. They lay torn and tattered among bits of burning rumble. Ash covered the streets like some death shroud.

Meanwhile deep beneath the Bergistian capitol (ooc: L'ange) in a well fortified bunker, President Joseph Garrett and his cabinet sat at a conference table. Garrett nursed a bandaged hand, held close to his chest by a sling. His voice was weary but kept its vestiges of strength. "Casualties?"

"Over four-hundred and seventy-two dead, another three-hundred twenty wounded. The city itself is badly damaged, three armories destroyed as well as two supply depots. The local military base has been leveled. Troops are relocating and local schools and libraries have been converted to medical infirmaries."

A deep sigh escaped Garrett's lips. "Do everything we can to reassure the people. Send out a plea to the world community. We need humanitarian aid as well as any military support possible. Prep all aircrews. They caught us off-guard the first time. It won't happen again..."

Emperor Ramyaraj and the other rulers of the nations of Bhattman sat in Emporor Ramyaraj’s Headquarters. They watched a large plasma television, which showed the major news channel of Bhattman – BAT1. There was around the clock coverage as the armies of Bhattman ruthlessly wiped out the Communist forces attempting to withstand the mighty armies of Bhattman. Emperor Ramyaraj smiled as his intelligence officer gave him news that the Hydrogen bombs had been dropped on the major cities of the nations in D.A.D. The main resistance was destroyed.

Deep in an underground bunker…

The Communist generals of D.A.D. glared at one another. Suddenly the second in command spoke: ‘The nations of Bhattman is a puny region with no more than 10 nations - how can it be defeating the 20 nations of DAD?’

The Commander of D.A.D.’s resistance looked him in the eye and spoke slowly: ‘It’s not about the size of the nations, its about the power of their armed forces and the quality of their leadership. We were no match for the tactical awareness of Emperor Ramyaraj, Lord Rufai and co. Now D.A.D. has been destroyed, it is only a matter of time before the rest of the Communist world succumbs to the same fate as us’. And with that he loaded his pistol, raised it to his temple, and blew his brains out.

secret IC:

In one of the suburbs of L'ange, crowded into a meeting hall normally utilized for local art shows and other such community gatherings, five hundred soldiers starred with intent up at the podium before them. There stood General Jachowiks (pronounced yakoviks), his proud, muscular frame and powerful presence giving the room an are of assurance. When he spoke it was with the might of all great leaders.

"Today we have been the victims of a brutal attack. While apparently targetting military installations, the civilian spill over was terrible. As we attempt to repair what we can, all SAM sites throughout the country are being activated. Furthermore, the Bergistian airforce has been prepped and all fighter pilots are on alert status. The army reserves are on alert as well. However, at this point is would be a suicide mission to attempt an attack on a nation so much larger, without the support of other countries. We are on the defensive people. We're gonna let them bring the fight to us. Remember. We'll be fighting on our own soil. This is for your friends, your families. All military personel must henceforth be armed at all times. We will also be monitoring and aiding in city clean-up and reconstruction. Dismissed."

This is a travesty! We must help at once:

Mobilizing:::

700,000 Red Infantry Units
1,000 Red Armour Units:#

The bombers soared over the cloads, heading to Bhattman. They were loaded with twenty Kangaroo Cruise Missiles.

OOC// Ill write more later.

The Great airship Ragnarok, bearing the standard of the USSC, lowered itself into the capital of Bergist, a ramp unfolding from the great ship, which bristled with guns and windows, many soldiers peering out at the stricken capital. The Chairman himself stepped down from the mighty vessel, surrounded by his bodyguards, shaking his head slightly. "They've gone too far this time, too far. I must meet with my comrade, I must tell him now that this will not go unpunished. Chronosia commits its arm to Bergist and the DAD's struggle" Across the city, and the country, Chronosian airships had began to appear, here to offer military and medical aid to their new ally.

Premier Rufai roared with laughter as he saw the effects of the bombing raid on L'ange. "Well General Dorrill! I am very impressed! You have earned respect today. Ready the fighters at Dixon Hill, prepare for a revenge attempt."

General Dorrill bowed low and left the room.

"General Thompson. I expect all AA and SAM sites to be prepared and manned 24/7."

"Yes Premier." General Thompson turned to leave.

"Oh and General? Send our suicide bombers into Bergist. I believe it is time for them to show their effect. But try to keep the civilian casualties down. We don't want the International community to come down hard on us."

"Of course Premier. Your will be done." He saluted and left.

Rufai turned back to view the scenes of destruction and mutilated corpses...And he smiled.

OOC: Hehe come down hard on us...

A half-dozen Bergistian D-5 defense fighters flew over the devastated city, supported by a wing of A-10 Thunderbolts. Military units miled about the streets, salvaging what they could and clearing the wreckage of what they could not. Each body was treated with care, moved to medical stations to be prepared for their funerals. A nation wide day of mourning was being planned. Amid it all sat the great airships of Chronosia, the Ragnarok ringed by several Bergistian political and military officials. Among them stood President Garrett, offering his good hand to the Chairman with a dignified nod. "You're aid will not be forgotten comrade. Please, join us in the bunker, we will be much safer there. We must discuss our strategy. We ought be safe for the time being."

Secret IC:

At an airfield sheltered by the Yavet Mountain range, the fighter jets were being prepped and readied. Four wings, composed of Blatchford attack jets, sat awaiting the order to lift off, eager to seek out retribution for the brutal attack on L'ange. Each held and impressive array of weaponry, their engines reputed to be some of the fastest in the region. Behind them, two bomber wings were being prepped, armed only with twin machine guns but carrying extremely heavy payloads.

Declaring war on your dear old DAD, eh? Very Oedipal What are you going to do with MOM. then? :shock:

Shecky Khan,
of the Judeo-Mongol Horde Comedy Collective

Marcus nodded, following the President to his bunker. "They have hit you hard, but trust me...We can hit harder. We are not the glass to be broken after the first punch, but the steel that does not break but bends. We will see justice done upon them"

Secret IC:

Marcus leaned in, whispering to the president; "We have the means to break them, not only as a nation but as a region. I will expound on that later, but I offer you now a full economic, military and technological alliance"

IC:

From the Ragnarok came conventional Chronosian Red Infantry, the 'Gunbike' Division and several Mecha divisions. The Ragnarok was in its full deployment mode, AA guns glistening across its hull, as the Soldiers poured out, ready to help with the war, rebuilding or aid, whichever post they were assigned

Secret IC:

After reaching the bunker and imputting several codes as well as a fingerpring and retinal scan, the party entered into the bunker. Offering them all seats, Garrett sat and offered a calm nodded. "We accept whole-heartedly this kind offer, my comrade. Let it be said henceforth that Bergist and Chronosia are allied nations. May trade between our peoples be opened, and may our militaries work in tandem. All knowledge we possess is yours. May this lead to the bettering of both our peoples."

ooc: will write more later, sorry, gotta get going.

The Chairman nods. "Indeed, now I believe it is time for us to debate tactics. I feel confident that the rest of the Union will support us."

Secret IC:

Many of the Airships across the country were loading for bombing runs, arming many of the soliders of Bergist or even distributing new technology. The other Chronosian soliders were busy beginning to tend to the wounded and repair some of the damage

Premier Rufai entered the War Office and sneered at the images onscreen of a reporter talking about talks between Chronosia and Bergist.

"Bergist, ha. Their capital has been raised to the ground and yet they wish to continue this fight." he remarked.

General Thompson nodded. "They are foolish. They think we are alone in this fight too."

Premier Rufai replied while watching the screens "They will soon find the strength of Bhattman should they continue to resist."

"Ready the 3rd and 5th Shock armies. Alert the AA and SAM sites."

By about 5:00am Bergistian standard time, the streets had been significantly cleared, nearly all the fires now under control. Bergistian and Chronosian soldiers still moved about the area, cleaning away rubble and attending to those with more minor injuries, who had been asked to wait until the others had been attended to. Meanwhile, within the makeshift military command outpost in the L'ange suburb of Nouvelle Vie, Bergistian soldiers had began their training in the new technologies provided by Chronosia. Even at this early hour, citizens were starting off to work, in a way to prove their own might to Rufai. Determined to show their own strength, they would not allow the attacks to drive fear into their hearts.

Secret IC:

Several miles away at the Yavet airbase, the attack wings were just taking off, four wings of Blatchford attack jets escorting two wings of Red Pride heavy bombers, all to rendez-vous with a Chronosian attack group when in the air.

High in the Bhattmanian Mountains, the Allied forces of Del Folio had converged with those of Jorgstate. 300,000,000 infantry soldiers stood impatiently on the famous Maximus plateau, waiting for the final permission to cross the borders of DAD and invade Bergistian.

The Rufaish bombs could be heard exploding in the distance, sending smoke into the air. Flames licked the buildings. Skyscrapers crumbled to the floor, churches collapsed, schools disappeared from whence they came. Only screams escaped the city. None were spared.

Del Folio himself casually strolled up to an Apache helicopter. “Start the engines”, he commanded in a deep, booming voice. His sheer presence filled the troops with fear yet at the same time, inspiration. A sense of awe came across them. The Apaches rose powerfully into the sky, their blades cutting through the air. The Apaches’ shadow drifted across the valley like a huge black cloud, eclipsing the terrified towns and pursued after the comparatively feeble Blatchford attack jets. There was NO contest. They continued, to their destruction at L’ange, only to find the capital completely wrecked.

The senior pilot spoke triumphantly into his mouthpiece. “Sir, operation complete, sir. We can now take the next stage”.

“Good”. Del Folio smiled. He turned to Don Jorginho. “My friend it is all yours”.

With a resounding blast, the ‘Super-blattamo-death-rays’ fired, leaving giant craters through the land of Satanic Warfare, killing hundreds of millions.

"Our work here is done", Don Jorginho and Del Folio laughed evilly to themselves. With that, they retreated back into the shadows of Bhattman, leaving their carnage behind them.

High in the Bhattmanian Mountains, the Allied forces of Del Folio had converged with those of Jorgstate. 300,000,000 infantry soldiers stood impatiently on the famous Maximus plateau, waiting for the final permission to cross the borders of DAD and invade Bergistian.

The Rufaish bombs could be heard exploding in the distance, sending smoke into the air. Flames licked the buildings. Skyscrapers crumbled to the floor, churches collapsed, schools disappeared from whence they came. Only screams escaped the city. None were spared.

Del Folio himself casually strolled up to an Apache helicopter. “Start the engines”, he commanded in a deep, booming voice. His sheer presence filled the troops with fear yet at the same time, inspiration. A sense of awe came across them. The Apaches rose powerfully into the sky, their blades cutting through the air. The Apaches’ shadow drifted across the valley like a huge black cloud, eclipsing the terrified towns and pursued after the comparatively feeble Blatchford attack jets. There was NO contest. They continued, to their destruction at L’ange, only to find the capital completely wrecked.

The senior pilot spoke triumphantly into his mouthpiece. “Sir, operation complete, sir. We can now take the next stage”.

“Good”. Del Folio smiled. He turned to Don Jorginho. “My friend it is all yours”.

With a resounding blast, the ‘Super-blattamo-death-rays’ fired, leaving giant craters through the land of Satanic Warfare, killing hundreds of millions.

"Our work here is done", Don Jorginho and Del Folio laughed evilly to themselves. With that, they retreated back into the shadows of Bhattman, leaving their carnage behind them.

The Ragnarok and her troops had already left the cit of L'ange far behind, and had united with its counterparts from the Chronosian airship fleet. 12 ships in all filled the skies, smaller craft being prepared within, gunbikes, Mechas and small fighters all ready to fight and die for their cause. On the command deck of the Ragnarok stood the Chairman himself, pacing nervously. "We are approaching the Bergist squadron. Prepare attack formations and follow them to the target, I want full missle and bombing capability for our approach.

The great ship whined, as missle ports and bomb bays were checked and prepared, as each and every man waited for his chance to eject from the mighty ship into battle, as the Chairman took up the microphone.
"Hear me, brothers....As we stand here today, we stand on the edge of a new day, a new time. We arrive at the time when our hand has been forced. We have seen atrocity in the name of an ideal, and we have seen the massacre and rape of our own ideal. We have seen death..." To all listening came the visions of the ruined L'ange, of its massacred people. "And we have seen destruction, and I know that in your hearts you would rather there not be more. You would wish your people safe, your cities secure, your life guaranteed. I tell you this. Under Fascism, life is nothing but the toy of rulers, the game of leaders. In the system that we oppose, all are focused towards iron will and clenching fist of control. If it is today that we must die to conquer such an evil, let it be so, and let the red flag fly high and free over our graves. You each go to destiny, our life and death are in the balance" He placed the communicator down; the clouds were breaking.

"Come....Let us show our enemies what bite we have left"

The Chronosian airships over took the Berghistian fighters and plunged through the cloud cover, and opened fire at the approaching airbase; missles flew and bombs fell, as the ships split from formation, each attempting its own complex run over the base. Hatches opened as infantry parachuted into battle, as gunbikes hurtled through the air, thrusters steadying their descent as they opened fire with machine guns; Mechas powering up and waiting for lower altitude, already filling the air with gunshots and smokey flak.

The AA and Sam sites flew into action in the airbase, firing speedily into the air. SAM missiles flew at the Rangnarok and the airships, hitting the control points of several ships, sending them spinning to burn in the mountains. Troops from Del Folio operated the AA guns, the flak poured into the air. It punched gaping hoels in the Mecha armour and obliterating hundreds of paratroopers. Troops that landed were torn apart by the bunkers of the troopers from Jorgstate, and grenades exploded, leavng ears ringing.

The battle continues...

Elsewhere...

Mark Davis, aka Launder, from the Armed Republic of Rufai walked quickly through the streets of Bergist's capital. He looked up at the huge structure in front of him, and knew this was the airbase he had been searching for. It contained at least 20 of the Bergistian planes. He avoided the spotlights surrounding the base and glanced at the plans in front of him. He got his bearings and then entered the compound. He hid as he heard shabby-looking Bergistian soldiers discussing the attacks. He scowled at the communists and considered pulling out his Layna automatic pistol and ending their existence. But he had a mission.

He located the airships and then knelt by the side of the biggest one; the name was not visible to his eyes. He opened his briefcase that contained a complicated looking instrument. He exhaled and placed the object under the cockpit. This way, the explosion would be more powerful.

The job done, and the clock ticking, he walked away down the street.

There was a huge explosion and the sounds of screams filled the night. From what he could hear, the entire airbase was down. Little did they know, similar attacks were occurring in all other major bases.

He grinned. He loved his job. Lord Rufai would be pleased.

Missles thunder from the heavens, slipping through the defense nets of the base. One impacted, destroying several AA guns, as shrapnel and flame maims and impales those about them. The Ragnarok pulls up, then falters slightly, its bombs falling fast, one finally striking a key position, a fuel dump igniting like a firecracker, sending superheated gas and liquid into the air, a nearby hanger igniting from the impact. "Up! Pull Up!" Marcus yells, as the Ragnarok veers across the skies, troops still pouring from it in a human tide, a tide of war. "Onward comrades, for victory, for the Union!" Several gunbikes hit the ground, turning and quickly opening fire at stationary outposts, a lone mecha plunges into the fray, firing valiantly before being cut down by gunfire, activating its self destruct.

The battle rages on, the Ragnarok gaining altitude, plunging up into the cloud cover, as other airships, continue the struggle, the command ship recuperating as it counts its losses. The Union has lost 3 ships so far, the others are damaged or just about to collapse.
"My lord, we have to pull out"
"Pull the most damaged out, land nearby and launch a full infatry invasion; use the others to provide aircover. Focus on the AA defences, we took out a fuel dump....Their lifeblood is stifled for now..."

He was far from clean shaven, but the stubble that he wore was neatly trimmed and well kept. His piercing blue eyes scanned the territory of Rufai with keen intent. Dropping smoothly down the mountainside, he unclipped the rope from his belt and slipped steathily into the largest Rufaish military base on their border. After following an airduct silently into the heart of the base for some time and dodging the frequent guard details, he finally reached his target. Here was the very center of this grand complex. And it was here that he sat himself contently. For on him, strapped to his body, sat enough explosives to turn this base into nothing more than a crater.

With a whispered prayer, he looked up and said aloud, "For our dearest brothers." The denonator was pressed and the base literally erupted in flame, pieces of the building flying for miles. All along the border, fueling depots exploded in rapid succession, leaving nothing more than grand holes marring the earth.

The noble airmen of Bergist were some of the most skilled pilots to fly the sky. Utilizing chaff and maneuvers that might tear lesser aircraft apart, they dashed between anti-aircraft fire, losing only three craft by the time they reached their first target. All at once, nine Red Pride bombers dropped their payloads, as the Blatchfords followed up with a devestating straffing run. Nearly every bomb hit its target with devestating efficiency, taking out AA weaponry in radiant explosive succession. Hoping to continue this lightning fast strike, they didn't wait around. Moving at full speed, they carefully stayed below radar level, speeding to their next target.

Meanwhile in L'ange...

The capitol was gutted. Buildings crumbled, though the fires were once more nearly under control. Rubble sat as a thick blanket above the pitted, scarred ground. Bodies lay strewn about the city and the nearby countryside. Due to the harshness of the attacks, many of these mutilated corpses were civilians. From somewhere amid the destruction a child's pained wail could be heard. But no one was left above ground to aid it...

Kamrad Stalin is mobilizing 2 million Shocks Troops to prepare to enter the capital and crush Capitalist Scum!.
200,000 Pieces of Red Artillery are opening fire on Capitalist Forces preparing the way for the Shock Troops, IFV, and Tanks.
There are 300,000 IFV, and 150,000 Elite Tank Forces moving into to support the Shock Armies.

Kamrad Drashnikov is mobilizing one Air army on the outskirts of Rufais base preparing for a strike mission to neutralize Rufai.
over 3,000 Fighters and Bombers are being prepared at the Drashnikov Air Base secretly hidden outside the Rufai Nation.
The base consists of many AA Missile Complexes, Mobile AA platforms, and a couple hundred AA guns. The base also contains a 10,000 man Army stationed around it to help support the Air Base. There are 150 tanks and 230 IFV.

300 million Jorgstate and Del FOlio troops have been flown into Rufai in order to defend the ARR. Missile sites throughout Rufai have been firing constantly at the new menace. The huge air armies from Ramyaraj have flown strike missions against the air Army of Drashnikov, and all nations of Bhattman have supported in the air battle. The Bhattmanian troops have destroyed over 2500 of the Drashnikov air army.

Meanwhile, wave after wave of NightBlade fighters accompanied by Rayne fighters, together with bombers from throughout Bahttman flew into the country of Kamrad Stalin, dropping huge payloads onto the artillery, destroying thousands of pieces. The majority headed towards the base of the 2 million shock troops and tanks.

The planes released their ordnance on the base, and the troops, caught unaware, were torn apart in the firestorm of the incendiary bombs.

Missiles from the nation of Del Folio flew swiftly and silently into the air above Chronosia and Anarcho-Communes. In revenge attacks all over the country, missles from the nations of Bhattman tore apart their targets, annihilating them.. Everywhere civilians were dead. Military bases, once huge and proud, were shattered completely.

The plan was the most complex ever constructed by the council. But they were ready and willing to pull it off. Agents of the communes stood on the outskirts of Rufai's largest city, fully surrounding it. Each stood about two miles apart from the other, but kept in close touch via walkie talkies. They were casually dressed, a few, ironically, dressed as businessman and high executives, easily blending in to the Rufaish masses. Now it was no longer necessary. The devices were quickly set and the agents now taking off at a full sprint away, not taking the time to hide because it would do no good. By the time they had all reached their rides and gunned it down the nearest road away the explosion shook the country. All around the city an radiant ring of fire burst into the air, raining massive pieces of stone and steel back down through the air. When the smoke had settled, dust was left covering all. Yet upon one massive piece of rubble and spray painted message could still be read. "For the fallen citizens of L'ange."

The Bergistian planes flew low, evading radar and SAM sites alike. Some of the most skilled pilots in Bergist, the planes nearly skimmed the tree tops as they coasted along smoothly through the air. Suddenly the target was upon the horizon. A communications hub coordinating Bhattmanian attacks sat before them. Just as they reached the massive building, the fighters pulled up spraying the building with machine gun fire and removing portions of the building with several powerful missles. Immediately following this, the bombers pulled up and dropped three of their mighty payload down onto the hub, leveling the building. Dropping low again, they continued on their way, only six planes lost in all, two more considerably damaged.

Meanwhile on the Bergistian Border...

Trenches had been dug but not yet manned. Machine gun turrets were set up and ready to blast the capitalist armies off the hallowed land of Bergist. Bunkers guarded great stationings of troops. The People's Army was ready. They would be fighting for their families. And they would fight to the last man.

Unfortunately, before the agents of Anarcho COmmunes could carry out their murder attempt, a patrol consisting of RdK (Rufai secret police) and the special forces of Bhattman spotted the agents, holding odd devices. Machien guns and Layna automatic pistols fired, and the agents fell, dying for a foolish cause.

In the hallowed Ruadridh Square, the bodies of the agents were quietly taken into the nearest military base, where they were examined.

Premier Rufai smiled. Now he had the excuse he needed to execute "Plan Serge3".

Chronosian ari defences nets took out a majority of the hostile figthers and bombers before they could seriously strike them, but in the aftermath, countless lay dead; civilians, military; bases and cities had been wounded.
The Ragnarok and the remaining ships had pulled out of Rufai, headed back to defend the homeland, as air defences were further upgraded and defended.

Secret IC:

To Bergist

We must rethink our strategy and prepare our new plan...

Lol......Way to godmod Rufai....
And where exactly do you get 300 million troops out of an 412 million population?
Are the Elderly, Women, and Children fighting as well? hahaha.
Kamrad Drashnikov's Air Army flies in over Rufais territory with 500 bombers and a supporting 700 fighters. Dropping bombs into Rufais ammunition, and supply bases decimating them and leaving nothing but charred earth. As the bombers continue their run of HQ's the supporting fighters strike Rufais Air force while on the ground and destroy most of the planes before they can get into the air. Rufais ground personell is strafed mercilessly as the try to run from the inferno.

Kamrad Stalins Shock Armies begin moving into Rufais city mercilessly destroying everything and everyone in their path. Rufais outer defenses have been overrun and have taken many loses and many more prisoner as the Shock Armies Blitz over the defenses. Kamrad Stalins Elite Tank forces drive quickly through the breach made by the Shock Armies and penetrate deep behind Rufais lines. Rufais HQ's are in danger and most of their supply depots have been shot up by the tanks. Unaware Infantry and Tanks of the Rufai Nation have been caught of guard and have taken heavy loses by the Elite Tank Forces deep inside their lines.
Rufais men that have been fighting are all at a disadvantage as they do not expect this many tanks to be so far behind their lines.

OOC: Lol, war is so pointless on a forum. I'm bored of this.

If you need a reason for me leaving, it can be that I nuked your countries and now you are dead.

If Bhattman people wanna continue, good luck.

ooc: Due to the tremendous amount of godmodding involved, im officially ignoring the nuclear attacks. If anyone wants to continue with fair assualts I'm willing to continue. No more random nukings though. It gets ridiculous...

OOC: I'm also willing to fight if its going to be fair; you can't have infinite troops, bypass all air defences and nuke people when you get bored Rufai.

OOC: When did I nuke someone! The only time I mentioned nukes was when I was joking about a reason to leave. I did not have infinite troops or bypass all air defences, I fought in the ways you did.