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The Holy Council sat quietly at their own personal leather chairs. They had been called by their great leader Alexander Christos for an emergency session. Alex himself was running late. Suddenly the door flung open and Alexander walked quickly inside. He took to the head of the oak table, and assorted the papers he carried in.

"Glad you all can make it today. I called this session to inform you of what my plans are for unification, and spread of the word of our Lord. The ungoverned tribal territories of Kamir, Bergun, and Antimo are all non-christian terrtories. Kamir is ruled by Radical Shiite Arabs, Bergun is ruled by the Russian family mob, and Antimo is under the control of a communist party. These territorial give aways were made by the previous government, not ours. Technically they are living on our soil, pagans, atheists, and radical muslims are not welcomed on Tanuio. We must do something to stop these radical practices, and show them the true way of life."

"Are you saying we should go to war Alex?"

"Yes, it is our obligation and rite to do so. We must cleanse our homeland before we can cleanse this dreadful world."

Slowly nods came from the members of the Holy Council. Only one members spoke out.

"What of the casualties that will result of our actions?"

"They fight for the greatest cause, they will be rewarded after death. We expect few casualties anyway, the tribal warlords only have roughly 5 to 10 thousand militia soldiers."

"When will the incursion begin?"

"In two weeks time we will have the sufficient forces to completely subdue the area. So far we plan to move 4 Infantry Divisions, 3 Mechanized Divisions, and 1 Armoured Division. We have a fleet moving to the waters outside the Territories as well. They can provide air support, and blockade the ports. Now anymore questions?"

The council members sat quietly.

"Good, now time for the vote... All in favor raise your hand."

All ten Council Members rose their hand, Alex smiled.

"Wonderful, you all will not regret your vote."

He looked at his watch.

"I must leave now to deal with further matters. Thank you all and gooday."

With that he gathered his papers, and exited the room.

OOC:

Forgot Map
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v27/excal/tanuioterr.bmp

Brown-Kamir
Red-Bergun
Purplish-Antimo

0200; Bergun Tribal Area
Dimitriv Strakhov awoke to the sounds of explosions rocking his base. He jumped up from his bed, grabbed his AKM and ran out of the tent. The base was ablaze in several areas, he could vaguely see several bodies on the floor not moving. Suddenly he saw his friend Travozic crouched behind some crates a few meters away. He yelled out.

"Trav, what happened?"

"Artillery explosions Comrade, it came out of nowhere, our command, and communcations have been de-."

Suddenly rifle fire bursts from the forest, immedialtely Travozic is hit in his throat, and head. He falls down dead. Strakhov quickly runs to a nearby sand bag fortification. Suddenly again without warning explosions rock the base. The concusion from the fierce barrage made Strakhov's ears bleed.

He was certain now, his post was under attack. The thought came to his mind that the other warlords have declared war but he quickly brushed it away. If they had this sort of firepower they would of declared war long ago. It must be government forces.

He could now hear his own men returning fire to the unseen foe. Feeling confident once again he lifts his rifle and lets out a long burst. Suddenly as he was reloading his magazine for his rifle he heard the sounds of foot steps behind him. He turned, with his pistol aimed, and was surprized to see Sergeant Ramov, with his squad from Tent B.

"Comrade Strakhov, glad to see you're alive. We must abandon our post, our communcations are down. We must warn of the impending attack."

"No, you go. Give me what squads we still have and I'll hold the post."

Ramov shook his head sadly.

"All of the other squads have been killed, or too severly injured. We must leave now!"

Dimitriv ignored the Sergeant, and turned to fire his weapon. He looked through the slits and saw the unseen enemy that had caused so much terror. Nine men, all wearing black, carefully walked into the base, their weapons up. Dimitriv spoke in a whisper.

"There's only 9 men. If we surprize them now we can take revenge for what they've done."

Ramov thought for a moment and nodded.

"For the revenge of our comrades. On my count. 1 2 3 Go!"

The Bergundanian soldiers rose up with their weapons on full auto, firing in the general direction of the enemy soldiers. Indeed the government soldiers were suprized for a full 2 seconds, until they started returning fire. The precision of the enemy soldiers suprized Dimitriv greatly. He could feel blood from Ramov's men behind him spray on the back of his head. Suddenly he went black for several seconds, waking to find himself on the floor.

He tried sitting up, but fell back down with no avail. Out of despair he looked back to Ramov's Squad for assistance. All he saw was a mangled mess of camoflauged clothes, and blood. He just layed there for what seemed like an eternity before a soldier in black stood over him. He could faintly read "Crusader" on his arm patch.

"What should we do with him LT.?"

Another soldier came, and stood over him, wielding a P226 Pistol.

"He's a non-believer, you know what we do."

The soldier with the pistol, rose it to Dimitriv's face. Strakov heard a bang, and then darkness.

News Channel 4
"Hello I'm Nick Kramer, here for your channel 4 news update. Today Government Soldiers surged into the tribal territories of Bergun, Kamir, and Antimo. The battle began with a fierce artillery barrage into all 3 territories, which destroyed military bases, and communications. Now nearly 8 Divisions are surging foward, facing minimal resistance. Chancellor Christos said he expects the fighting to be over in two weeks time the most. Now to Sara Leah for the weather.

Within moments of hearing the news of the bombardment of the Bergun region General Vorshank immediately asked his his secretary to patch the following encrypted message to the controllers of the Kamir region:

We the Empire of Drum Gods are a proud and powerful land with a large arabic population and although Islam is not always their main religion as arab nationalists we feel it is our duty to defend our population and their brothers. You must have heard of the attacks upon the Bergun region as you are their neighbours. We do not wish the attacks to spread to your nation . We have the capability to defend you and help your power spread across the nation. Respond ASAP.


The Drum God Empire

From January 2003

The Holy Council had been called once again for a de-briefing on the situation in the tribal areas. This time Alexander was waiting for them. He gestured all the members to sit, before he began speaking.

"Glad you all can make it once again. Now I'm sure you're all curious about our ongoing operations in the tribal area. I assure you everything is going smoothly, Crusaders have the entire defense network mapped out. They have also attack several key bases in the territories. The largest was against a Bergun base, containing roughly a 140 soldiers. The entire base was completely destroyed, noone survived. Our artillery has destroyed over 20 villages so far, and within a few days aircraft will be destroying dozens of villages daily."

"And the warlords aren't resisisting?"

"Well, currently they are gathering strength, but we expect the most the warlords can gather is maybe 10,000 each territory. Take into consideration they have no armoured vehicales, and no aircraft. They are doomed for defeat."

"How many have we killed thus far?"

"Well current reports suggest up to 800 soldiers, and 4,000 civilians. This is ofcourse with only 2 days fighting. This number should become much greater once our ships get into position. Anyone else?"

The Members sat silently.

"Very well. Meeting adjourned."

OOC: Just so you know I'm awaiting a response from the Kamir region unless you aren't going to RP them.

Within moments of hearing the news of the bombardment of the Bergun region General Vorshank immediately asked his his secretary to patch the following encrypted message to the controllers of the Kamir region:

We the Empire of Drum Gods are a proud and powerful land with a large arabic population and although Islam is not always their main religion as arab nationalists we feel it is our duty to defend our population and their brothers. You must have heard of the attacks upon the Bergun region as you are their neighbours. We do not wish the attacks to spread to your nation . We have the capability to defend you and help your power spread across the nation. Respond ASAP.


The Drum God Empire

From January 2003


A Kamiran Communcations soldier quickly ran to Commander Aljaba.

"Message from a Drum God Empire. They offer their support."

He handed the message to Commander Aljaba. He quickly read it, a smiled rose from his face. He picks up a small piece of paper and begins writing on it.

"A powerful ally indeed, Allah has blessed us. Return this message to them, go and make haste."

To Drum God Empire
"We are thankful for your offer of support. We have indeed heard the reports of invaders attacking our neighbors. They have also attacked our territory, destroying several villages, and killing many innocent people. Our small army is preparing for infitida against the invaders, we need anti-tank, and aircraft weapons to cause significant damage to them. We thank you for your support, please relay your response."
Commander Alajba
Leader of Kamir

A communications station had been left open specifically to deal with this situation and a response assistant quickly listened to the general response and typed an encrypted response:

We are prepared to attack the aggressors capital city and other places in the nation. In doing so we can damage them enough to allow you to not just defend yourselves but also expand. A shipment of military equipment camoflaged as cigarettes should be arriving on your shores imminently.

A communications station had been left open specifically to deal with this situation and a response assistant quickly listened to the general response and typed an encrypted response:

We are prepared to attack the aggressors capital city and other places in the nation. In doing so we can damage them enough to allow you to not just defend yourselves but also expand. A shipment of military equipment camoflaged as cigarettes should be arriving on your shores imminently.

Response to Drum Gods
"We would not suggest such a bold strike. The Invaders have a sophisticated network of defenses. Our engineers have studied them for years, in hopes of attacking large military bases, but we have yet to find a significant flaw to exploit.

A large naval fleet is heading towards our shores, and shall arrive in several days. We suggest you transport the equipment through small fast vessels. It will be highly unlikely the Infidels can acquire them that way. We again thank you for your support."
Commander Aljaba
Leader of Kamir
OOC:Can you give some specific details on what's coming in?

Encrypted Code:

"We have one of the largest armies in existance. In terms of sheer numbers we have the ability to wage an intense war. Waves of attack will bring the aggressors to their feet. There is a small vessel called the Armada which looks like a standard transport vessel but it has a small red diamond crest on its bow which indicates it is he shop you want. It contains 3000 Assault rifles, 3000 RPGs, 3000 submachine guns, several boxloads of bomb making material and 10,000 army issue military standard protective combat suits."

To Drum Gods
"Very well we will keep watch for the vessel. Our military generals were wondering if you can send soldiers to our shores now? The other tribal leaders and I can muster at most 50,000 men, without sophisticated equipment. We need well equipped soldiers on our lands to repel the atttacks. The attacks on the Infidels lands will come after we've repelled them from our lands. We await your response"
Commander Aljaba
Leader of Kamir

"We would prefer to lead an aerial assault upon oncoming enemy troops which would make it easier for your troops attack before we ourselves commit our own ground troops."

OOC: Basically I intend for my nation to do big logistical operations that will allow the Kamir region to defend itself surprisingly well and then we will provide our own troops for a surprise couner-attack that will help the Kamir region attempt an expansion.

To DrumM Gods
"An ariel attack in the Invaders Land would be suicide. They have many planes, and numerous SAM sites. You would have to land soldiers on our soil first, before the fleet arrives, which will be in 3 days.

I also think it would be best if you could send a delegate to our nation. He could tell us of your capabilities, and relay you information we have on the enemy."

OOC:Doesn't sound that bad until the fleet would arrive. It's over 100 ships, and would be able to decimate the entire territories.

"Let me make it very clear we have a population of over two billion people who all work in a military capitalist state. There sole purpose is to profit by expanding the Empire. We have a standing total army of approximately 85million men. We have never used them all at once and mostly we only use upto a maximum of 200,000 at a time. Our military capabilities are vast and our technology is top of the range. We have been in enough wars over the years to know how to cause damage and devastation. Our plan is to bring down key infrastructure sights in the country and and bombard oncoming military aggressors as you lure them towards your region."

Bureaucrat of the Drum God Empire
A January 2003 Nation

To Drum Gods
"Very well, your army sounds quite impressive. But we still need reinforcements, we have gathered 12,000 men, and are almost about to counter-attack. What news of your delegate?"
Commander Aljaba
Leader of Kamir

"Two Nightmare Mach II Fighters are escorting an DG Learjet containing our delegate Mr.Safwan who will discuss matter with you further. Landing should be within the next few hours. With him there will be a group of 12 Special Force Soldiers to defend him and make sure he comes to no harm. Treat him well."

Drum Gods
"Very well, we eagerly await him"

Antimo Territory
Three Squads of Crusader Special Forces Units make their way to checkpoint X-Ray. The platoon's mission was to find and kill Misha Acanski, brother of the warlord Victor Acanski ruler of the Antimo Province. Recent intelligence would suggest that Misha was at a small house in the country side, hoping he wouldn't be found.

Finally the house was in view, only 500 meters away. He could see the light beeming from inside the house. Noone guards were posted outside. The Captain motioned the squad Sergeants up.

"We must attack from all angles to ensure he doesn't escape. Send our Machine Gunners covering all four corners of the house, with a sniper assigned to him. Then once we're ready we all attack at once."

They all nodded in unision, and went back to spread the news. The men continued walking slowly foward. Once they were at the edges of the forest, only 50 meters from the house, they ran towards the doors. The lead man kicked down the door, and rushed in. Immediately the Crusaders had found the man. He was watching TV, and slowly rose once he saw the men enter.

"Take me, but do not harm them."

He pointed to a child, and their parents huddled in a corner. The Captain nodded, giving the man his word.

"It's time to go outside."

He lead the man outside where the rest of the time was.

"Keep walking."

The soldiers stopped at the steps of the home, while the man kept walking. Sweat was pouring from his face, knowing his time had come. Suddenly 3 single rifle shots echoed through the hills. The man fell down dead, being shot 3 times in the heart by the snipers.

The Captain then motioned his men back inside. The family was now sobbing.

"You will get off easy for treason. Get out of here."

The family quickly left the house running.

"Burn everything."

The men set fire to the house, and left it burning. In the morning all that was left was charred remains.

The two fighter slowly lowered their altitude as they moved down with the jet as it prepared to land on a patchy peace of land in Karim. As it prepared to the two jets suddenly tore through the air once more and away. The jet slowly and quickly came to a halt. A few minutes later its doors opened and a stairway appeared down which Special Force Soldiers came down to secure the perimeter around the plane.
Ambassador Armand Safwan walked down the stairs safe in the knowledge that he was protected by two of his own personal bodyguards either side of him waiting to meet his new allies......

Al Harimm ordered his soldiers to lower their weapons. They emerged from the dense forest. Al Harimm approaches the Ambassador.

"Hallo, I am Harimm, commander of the northern province, follow me please."

He turned towards the forest again, motioning the guests to follow.

Kamir Tribal Territory
Admiral Thomas Domatic stood over the head aircraft controller giving him a nod. Onboard the TSS Alexander ten VTOL F-35 Fighter Bombers took off, another 10 were being quickly readied. In total 20 aircraft made their way to the unorganized tribal region of Kamir.

"Control this is Hawk 1, we are now over Kamiran Land. We expect to reach the 5 tribes area in 10 minutes."

The 5 tribes area were the largest tribes in Kamir, a delegate from each tribe formed the Kamiran Grand Council. If these tribes were destroyed, the Kamirans would have no formal government. Resistance would be dispersed, bascially a completely unorganized defense.

"Hawk 1 to Hawk 2 6 8 and 4. Go low, and engage anti-aircraft defenses"

The F-35 aircraft sweeped down low, and launched off two AtG Missiles each. Each missile hit it's mark or immobilized the SAM stations. The 5 Tribes Area was now only protected by scattered anti-air artillery.

"Hawk 1 to All, pair of and engage targets. Be safe. Out."

Ten pairs of 2 broke off, and began releasing missiles, and bombs destroying key facilities. The Grand Council's Chamber was the first to go, bursting into flames. Within a matter of minutes the central core of the 5 Tribes area was desroyed. Next the aircraft began strafing suspected Resistance homes, the old buildings crumbled killing anyone inside. In all the entire 5 Tribes area was destroyed. All 10,000 homes were severly damaged, or destroyed. Now all needed to be done was the crack down on resistance fighters.

Bergun Tribal Area
Chief Marshall Alexi Yelstin stood at the front of the lines of his men. His face was dark, for this was Bergun's last hope of driving back the government forces. Unknown to the Alex's Government Bergun has a large gold reserve, which was found 10 years ago. The property was seized by the government, and mining sooned followed. The large amount of gold gained allowed the Berguns to do some large military purchases.

In over a dozen mountain enclosed military bases over 900 M1A2 Main Battle Tanks sat waiting it's day for use in combat. Now the Bergun's had their chance for success. With a combined force of 30,000 soldiers, 900 M1A2 MBT, 1,200 MT-LBs and 20 Mi-24 Helicopters the Bergun's expected total victory.

"Gooday Comrade Marshall."

Alexi turned around to see General Zykawski, he had a beaming smile.

"Good day Comrade General. Are you men ready for victory?"

"OfCourse Comrade Marshall. We have over 3 Armoured Divisions worth of tanks. The Government Forces cannot possible expect to win with such a powerful force attacking them."

"We shall see, the time for victory has come. Rally your troops and surge foward."

The General nodded and ran off. Within an hour 1/3 of the whole army was moving, another 6 hours 2/3 were moving. And the next day, the whole entire Bergun Army was moving foward, waiting for any unexpecting Division to cross it's path.

The ambassador slowly followed....

Bergun Tribal Area
Colonel David Clenmore rallied his men foward. The 5th Motorized Division's 6th Battalion was the main combat unit for over 72 hours. The powerful T-90 MBT's it had proved to be useless when they were being attacked by small squads of men.

Finally the men had reached Checkpoint X, which is where they would wait for relieval. The Colonel himself stepped out of his command T-90 to light a smoke. He slowly let the smoke out, savering his last cigarette. Suddenly without warning all hell broke loose. It started when a barrage of 120mm Mortars thundered down into the main camp. Quickly following was the unmistakable sound of tanks. The Colonel ran to his tank, and went to the communications receiver.

"All Command Units, order your men to board their vehicales we are under attack. I repeat we are under attack."

He closed the latch, and ordered his driver to start moving. The surprized attack had killed only a few soldiers, and the Colonel assured himself he would seek revenge for it.

"Comrade Colonel this is Captain Jussip, we have enemy tanks engaging my armour! They are striking before we can properly target them. Request additional assistance and ai-"

Suddenly the line went static. Fear quickly struck the Colonel as reports of enemy tanks spread across the communcations line. He told his driver to take him closer to the front lines for a better look. It took only 10 minutes to reach the front. What the Colonel saw sickened him.

Rows upon rows of T-90 Tanks lay in ruins. Half of the 64 tanks in the battalion must of been destroyed, while nearly all of the MT-LB's were completely annihilated.

The Colonel then switched the radio into Division HQ.

"Division this is Lead Batt., we have enemy tanks engaging us. Estimated strength is at brigade strength the very least. They are engaging at 3,000 meters accurately. We need assistance."

"That's impossible Lead, the enemy has no tanks, check your fire."

"I'm telling you, these are enemy tanks, we where engaged by mortars before we even got attacked! Send help!"

"Roger Lead, sending a platoon of T-90's to assist. Out."

The Colonel cursed his luck. A platoon of tanks would do nothing to the situation. He needed help now. Just then a HEAT round struck his tank on it's side. The Colonel was blown out of his tank, and his body found 20 meters from his vehicale. The Bergun Offensive had begun.

A nearby Kamiran fighter's radio came to life. He brought the radio closely to his ear before immediately dropping it. He ran to Harimm

"Harimm, the infidels have struck the 5 Tribes area with bombers. Everything is destroyed. Even the homes!"

Harimm didn't look up. He predicted the infidels would strike at the only urbanized area in Kamir. This event though would enrage the Resistance to fight harder.

"Ambassador the tunnel is only a mile or so away now. We should arrive in half an hour."

"That good as we have much to discuss. Though I must warn you in advance we will not spare as much of our military as previously thought. Our 120million man army personnel have had to become mobilised for a more dangerous situation. However, we will be able to spare a few thousand and an air division should the need arise. Anyway we will discuss that when we arrive."

"That is all we need. From what I hear our Bergun friends have gathered a most impressive force, one which can destroy the Infidels tanks, and soldiers... Ah here we are."

Harimm brushed away dirt, and leaves, and lifted a hatch.

"This leads to our headquarters, it will take us up to a small mountain were delegates from Bergun, and Antimo are located. Of course we will also have our own delegate, and several military leaders. Now we must go."

He quickly jumps in quickly followed by the rest of his squad.

The ambassador nodded and followed with his two personal bodyguards and four Special Force Soldiers....

The walk through the tunnel was surprisingly short. The tunnel itself allowed the resistance fighters to walk straight, giving plenty of room for any movement.

"Here we are. I must now return to the forest to begin my patrol. Good luck."

With that Harimm opened the steel door to reveal a dark damp cave. Inside was a fire surrounded by several men. Twenty two personal guards were also in clear view. One of the men by the fire stood up.

"Welcome I am Rimmar, please take a seat."

"Thank you Rimmar," smiled the ambassador," I am Mr.Safwan and hope we can discuss an appropriate plan to deal with this sad state of affairs."

Mr.Safwan was a tall , athletic man dressed in an immaculate black Versace suit. He intellectually sharp and very well spoken.

He sat down.

"Yes we shall. But first let me introduce you to Mr.Vitale delegate of the Bergun Territory, and Ms.Dandoni delegate of the Antimo Territory. So, let's discuss the current situation we're in. Ms.Dandoni?"

"The Antimo Territory is in dire need of some form of assistance. We are by far losing the more fighters, and losing the most territory. Our lines are falling back atleast 2 to 5 miles a day. But, we do know of a way to stall, if not stop the Government advance. We have a large mountain range running across the lower part of our territory. There's only one valley which the government forces can pass through, and if we defend that area heavily, along with the rest of the mountain range the government advance would be completely stopped. As of right now we have little over 20,000 men, and 50 SAM sites to accomplish this."

"Very well, delegate Vitale?"

"Our territory is pushing back enemy forces, with use of our tanks. The sheer number of enemy soldiers, and vehicales destroyed is amazing. Our leading division accomplish the destruction of over 100 enemy tanks, and killed nearly 5,000 enemy soldiers. Soon the enemy will be out of our lands for good."

A look of shock spread through the delegates face.

"You have armoured tanks?"

Vitale smiled.

"Of course. Abrams tanks in fact, over 900. They are now supported with 40,000 soldiers. We also have helicopters, armoured transport carriers, the works. But back to subject. Our plan is to thrust foward in 4 seperate attacks, pushing the enemy back over the border. Of course though we expect the enemy Armoured Division to come into assist. But even with that the enemy would only have 500 tanks. We have double that."

"Excellent Delegate Vitale. The Kamir Territory will be under going an extensive sabotage operation. As most of you must know the 5 Tribes Area was completely annihilated, along with it's 20,000 inhabitants. We plan to seek revenge. By attacking camps, destroying supply stations, and convoys we can be assured that the infidels will weaken their main lines in order to seek out those causing havok in the rear. When that happens, a force of 50,000 freedom fighters will burst into the lines. By then we expect some form of heavy weaponry to combat the tanks, and helicopters."

Mr.Rimmar turned to Mr.Safwan.

"You have heard our plans, now please enlighten us about our current plans, and how you can perphaps assist is to accomplsih them."

OOC:Map of plans http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v27/excal/terrplan.bmp

Mr.Safwan sat up in his chair and opened up a briefcase where he pulled out a sheet:

"Our original plan was to defend the Kamir region. We planned to send one of our Legions, which is made up land, air and naval forces, to assist in the defence. However, following this we planned a quick and effective counter-attack where our forces will bombard and destroy enemy troops while your troops move forward."

He handed out a sheet to each delegate:

"These show the official numbers in our armed forces. Upto 120 million military personnel make up our current armed forces. We can sacrifice a very small number. Though I am sure this will be suffice. "

"Hmm, very impressive indeed. But what of the Government Naval Forces? They bombard our shores, and have killed many hundreds of people with their bombers. What I am asking is if you can supply us with some sort of long range SAM system? You would be able to smuggle some systems through Bergun's western side bordering the ocea. If we get the missile systems through we can effectively hamper down all air attack efforts."

The other two delegates quickly nodded in agreement with Mr.Rimmar. Ms.Dandoni spoke next.

"I agree that Kamir should receive the reinforcements. After reviewing some information I have gathered they are clearly being pressed by enemy harder than Bergun and Antimo. Antimo has many small pontoon vessels. If loaded with explosives they can cause damage to the government vessels. What do you think Mr.Safwan?"

Capital CityTara
Alexander Christos was speaking to several members of his international affairs advisers. Suddenly the door to the Grand Chamber flung open. In the doorway was Grand General Paul Moore. Alexander turned to him angerly.

"I am in a meeting Paul. Make the proper arrangements then we'll talk."

"Deeply sorry Christos. But I have extremely important information to give you. It's urgent."

Alexander sighed. He didn't like any unplanned intrusions.

"Very well. I'm sorry gentlemen we'll have to continue this conversion later."

The three men leave, closing the door behind them.

"What's so urgent Peter?"

General Moore took out a dozen photos from a folder he was holding. He spreaded them on Alexander's desk. The photos showed pictures of dozens of burning tanks, and hundreds of other tanks advancing.

"What is this?"

"Sir, the Bergun's had a much more advance military than we previously expected. They counter-attacked us on all fronts in their region, hundreds of M1 type tanks seem to of appeared out of nowhere. Our men are in full retreat now."

"What of our own tanks? And the reserve Armoured Divison?"

"The Mechanized Division has lost almost all of it's tanks. Out of the 192 tanks assigned to it, 28 are left. The Armoured Division has 320 tanks, we estimate the enemy to have the least 600 tanks, which are superior to ours. We also estimate they are support by atleast 30,000 to 50,000 Infantry units."

"How is this possible? We were absolutely decimating them. And the other fronts?"

"The other fronts are progressing well. No major enemy attacks."

"Good. This is what I want. Order our reserve armoured division to attack. Only use stalling tactics, I don't want them to go all out. Then I want two more armoured divisions ordered to the Bergun area. However, I want their T-90 Tanks detached, and replaced by T-98 Models. Also drastically increase air attacks. I want our Tu-22 bombers, and MiG-29's to wreak havoc on their lines. With that type of force they will crumble."

"Excellent idea Sir. We also have located several refugee camps by the tribal borders. Over 100,000 civilians in four camps. What do you want me to do."

Alex took one quick glance at the photo.

"Level it, then send in Crusaders for clean up."

General Moore nodded, and quickly left. By two weeks time the T-98 tanks will be in combat in Bergun, and in only 6 hours from now the bombers will begin total devistation of the Tribal Areas.

"I have a better idea,"smiled Mr.Safwan,"How do you think the enemy would feel if as their bombers flew through the air they were with a more advanced,more skilled and more powerful squadron of aircraft? They would be shocked and would be destroyed. The beauty of this would be the fact that these mystery aircraft would be unmarked. No-one would know where they came from. It would certainly teach the enemy a surprising lesson and give them a critical blow."

The three delegates quickly got interested. Ms.Dandoni spoke first.

"Do you propose using your own aircraft to defeat the government's bombers? That is an interesting idea, but how do you expect them to arrive here? Enemy aircraft would certainly detect re-fueling aircraft, and trying to transport them here would be suicide. So Mr.Safwan how shall you do it?"

"The craft we intend to use are called G-Wing Mirage Fighters. They will be firstly unmarked and so cannot be linked back to Drum Gods. Secondly, these fighters are at the cutting edge of technology when it comes to stealth so detection might not necessarily be a problem. Meanwhile, if we have an aircraft carrier near Tanuion waters that will solve the problem as long as we remain essentially in internation waters. The government will dare not approach us and incur our wrath. If we wanted to we could crush this nation and its government. Like that."

Mr.Safwan clicked his fingers and smiled.

A large squadron of 11 Tu-22M Bombers, escorted by 24 MiG-29's enter the airspace over the territory of Bergun. The aircraft have been soley outfitted for ground combat, ready to turn the advance of Bergun into a mass of burning tanks, and dead bodies.

"This is bomber lead, large military installation detected ahead. Request fighter support to take at any anti-aircraft defenses"

"Fighter lead to bomber lead, confirmed your request, dropping low."

The base ahead was indeed a large base. From the lead bomber it seemed to be a vital communications station, along as a resupply station. He could spot out a dozen large fuel containers, and half a dozen large antennas.

"Fighter lead to all. Break off and engage SAMs and triple A's."

Half of the 24 fighters broke off, and launched off two missiles each. The resulting impact sent a large shockwave throughout the base. As soon as the missiles hit communcations went out. Several of the fuel containers went ablaze, killing anyone outside. Included in the destruction was 4 SAM missile systems, and 7 AAA systems, all their crews were killed.

"Fighter lead to bomber lead, the way is clear, go on ahead."

"Roger that fighter lead. Bomber 1 to 4 engage base, all other maintain current course."

The bombers dropped their speed. They opened their bombay doors, revealing the bombs ready to be dropped.

"Bomber lead to 1 to 4. Bomb away."

The bombers released their payload, destroying the entire base, killing all 200 personel.

"Bomber lead to all, move to next objective."

The large air task force continued it's course. Along the way it encountered some small tank formations, which were quickly taken out by the MiG escorts. Soon within another hour of flying they were within sight of their next objective.

"Bomber lead to all camp is in sight, prepare for drop."

The Golbetz Refugee Camp was by far the largest, in it were hundreds of thousands of communists, radical arabs, and those who were outcasted by the Tanen government. The vast majority of people however came from the territories of Kamir, Bergun, and Antimo, who left their region due to the war.

"Bombers now overhead. All bombers dropped remaining munitions, and return to base. Fighters dispose of all current munitions before returning to base. Happy hunting."

The bombers now released their cluster bombs, napalm, and 2000lb bombs. Within seconds the majority of the camp was ablaze, or completely destroyed. Camps, and humans alike were peppered with shrapnel from the cluster bombs, but still some of the base stood.

That's when the fighters came in. Flying extremely low, and slow they first fired their 30mm Cannons. People running away practicaly exploded when the 30mm rounds hit them. After strafing the camp a few more times the pilots switched to bombs, and missiles. Launching off 4 missiles, and 2 bombs each. In the end the entire camp was leveled. Hundreds of craters stood in place were tents were once, human body parts were spread within a mile radious. It was estimated by the Department of Defense that in that day of bombing 600,000 people were killed, with another 200,000 wounded. The attack on the camp alone accounted for 500,000 deaths, and 20,000 wounded.

When told of the progess made Christos quickly order 5 more similar missions per week. He expected the same results.

The delegats smiled.

"Sounds excellent, though it sounds like you'd have to detour your fighter flights, as to not arouse suspicion towards your direction, but it sounds like a plan. With Bergun's unstoppable tanks, victory will be certain. Now I think it's time we take a short hour break. Let me thank you all for coming."

The delegates stood up quickly stretched, and quickly went to take a breathe of fresh air outside. However delegate Rimmar still sat. He whispered to Mr.Safwan.

"We cannot trust these people. Once the government forces have been defeated, can we trust on you to supply us with arms to defeat Antimo, and Bergun?"

"Once we cripple the government we will fly our own missions to bomb Antimo and Bergun as well as supply your troops so you can invade."

Mr.Safwan then stood up and picked up his briefcase:

"We will be successful,"he said as he winked.

Mr.Rimmar smiled.

"Thank you. Your trouble will be certainly rewarded. Now if you would excuse you me I must communicate with the heads of Kamir to know was progress we have made."

He got up and left for a small corner in the cave.

Mr.Safwan turned to his personal bodyguard and aide:

"Tell BTHQ that Code 10 should be implemented."

As the orders came through an LSE Class aircraft carrier departed from Drum Gods waters to make its move towards the region....

Bergun Tribal Area
Commander Yelstin slowly puffed on his cigar. The day for victory is today. With a massed force over 500 tanks, nearly all MT-LB's, and 35,000 men he planned on pushing the government forces straight out of Bergun. The Commander stood bravely on top of M1A2 tanks, fearing nothing that the enemy could throw at him. With his signal, the leading element of tanks rolled through.

Commander Alexi Yelstin followed in his tank as well. The gap between the enemy lines were nearing. Sweat was pouring from every crewmans face, from both the heat, and nervousness. Suddenly the entire first line of tanks, 22 in total, exploded into flames. Command Yelstin quickly grabbed his radio.

"What the hell was that? Any have a visual?"

All the tank leaders reported no enemy tank sightings. Some suggested a large minefield caused the exposions. This calmed the Commander a little, but he then called up over half of the massed tanks to advance just in case. Suddenly again tanks were exploding, their turrets being blown off. Now however the rounds kept coming in. Round after round of fire exploded tanks, or created large gaping craters in the earth. Commander Yelstin quickly yelled through his radio.

"All Forces Advance. Do not retreat, do not stall."

By the time he had finished his sentence the entire first spearheading element was destroyed, over 82 tanks. The massive tanks now put their engines to full power and advanced straight into the lines. Commander Yelstin himself led the charge. He didn't notice his tanks were being completely destroyed, he was focused on reaching the enemy lines. Finally when they were 2,000 meters from the enemy lines the loader reported enemy contacts.

"Enemy tank, bearing 02297. Load HEAT...FIRE"

The loud bang confirmed the firing of the large 120mm main gun. The gunner however hadn't reported a hit.

"Uh, seems the round bounced off."

"What? That's impossible, nothing ca-"

Just then a 135mm round penetrated the turret of the M1A2 Tank the Commander was riding in. The round penetrated the armour, and exploded inside the tank killing all inside. In the end 517 tanks lay burning, and 27,000 men were either dead, captured, or wounded. The day was clearly a victory for the Tanen Government. Now, out of the original 900 tanks Bergun had, less than 150 were in service. The once high moraled army of 50,000 was down to roughly 20,000. The backbone of the Bergun military has been broken.

Kamir Tribal Territory
Word of the destruction of Bergun's great tank army spread like wildfire. Now, there was no hope for Bergun, it's entire army was destroyed, it's technologically advanced M1 tanks were destroyed, and most of it's able bodied fighters were dead. Only the Tribal Areas of Antimo, and Kamir still had the potential to stall, or drive back attacking forces.

For weeks, Kamir had been building up "sleeper cells" behind enemy lines. Operatives of the cells often reported enemy movement, and traffic, and occasionally took part in raids, and ambushes. But now, Kamir had both the information, and personel to carry out a massive attack behind enemy lines. The attack would involve over 12,000 personel in sleeper cells, and another 27,000 men fighting in the front lines. The sleeper cell units would attack and destroy all marked military resources, such as bases, re-supply depots, and army formations. Once the army had sent soldiers back behind enemy lines to fight off the attacks, the main force would surge foward, overwhelming the tired divisions.

"Hurry up Sora, we're going to get caught."

Hoju quietly whispered to Sora as she carried the bundle on her back.

"It's heavy you know, carry all this ammunition and explosives."

Hoju sighed. The woman was slowing him and his team down. But she was a vital resource, carrying all the ammunition and explosives. After walking for sometime more Hoju silently stops the team with a motion from his hands. He bends down and whispered.

"We are here. The government depot is only 500 meters away, everyone stay low, and don't speak. Now get your weapons ready."

The men moved silently, assembling their weapons. They had practiced this exercise many times, disassembling, and reassembling their weapons with blindfolds. Now in the dark was easier, they could atleast remotely see what they're doing. Soon every man had before them, a FN FAL full automatic rifle. Two men out of the 12 had AK-74SU, and a RPG-22. Sora handed out the ammunition she had been carrying. The men silently loaded their rifles, and went several hundred meters more. They were now within 200 meters of the depot. Hoju silently whispered.

"Everyone down, we are very close to depot now."

Indeed the depot was close, only 200 meters away. Hoju ordered his men to put on their night scopes and go prone. The bodies of 15 men could be seen, Hoju estimated atleast double that inside the depot's lounge area. He put the crosshair on a random soldier, and whispered to his men gathered around.

"Shakimm, and Krill, aim your rockets at the fuel tanks, we shall take out guards."

The RPG men slowly went to a crouched position and loaded a rocket. With the signal they fired at the fuel tanks. The RPG swished down from the forest they were located in, and smashed into the fuel tanks, resulting in an intensive explosion. The Night Vision scopes lighted up for a few seconds before returning to a somewhat normal picture. The men outside were now on their faces, most likely due to the explosion. Hoju quickly took at the first man with his rifle, squeezing off the round carefully. His men followed suite, firing their weapons in a controlled single fire manner. The heavy .308 round went deep into the enemy, within a matter of seconds all guards were dead. But now Hoju had a new problem.

"Aranama, go to fully automatic and provide support as we descend."

He nodded and flipped out the bipods for his rifle. He switched to automatic and went to work. He fire controlled bursts at the windows and doors, ensuring that anyone who tried looking outside would be shot. Hoju and his men descended carefully making sure the enemy didn't try to fire back. Once they got within 100 meters he ordered his RPG soldiers to fire through the door, and a windows. The men quickly went to work, each firing one round to the door shattering it. They reloaded and started to try firing their rounds through the windows. The inaccurate RPG however proved this to be difficult. Hoju and his men stopped by the RPG men, trying to protect them from any enemy fire,

Suddenly Hoju saw movement on the roof. He couldn't distinguish if it was an enemy soldier, or a simple bird. A loud bang confirmed his thoughts. Immediately he feared Aranamma's life, but he once again heard the automatic fire spitting rounds into the small lounge house below them. Now Hoju had his rifle on full automatic. He charged the house, rifle at his waist he screamed. Krill managed to take point during the sprint, he was the first to enter the lounge. Immediately he was shot, a round impacted his throat sending pieces of his throat into the air. Hoju blindly returned fire hoping to distract the enemy as his men threw grenades through the windows. Once he heard the explosions of the grenades, he ran in. He found a large group of enemy soldiers taking cover behind turned over tables, and couches. His men fired, rounds penetrating through most of the objects the soldiers were hiding behind. Then the enemy soldiers started returning fire. Their shots were accurate and killed many of Hoju's men. He took cover behind the doorway as he reloaded his magazine. Aranama and Sora now appeared through the doorway, Arnama holding his rifle, and Sora wielding a Steyr TMP. She loudly yelled to Hoju.

"Where are the rest of the men."

"Dead."

Sora hung her head down.

"We shall seek revenge."

She quickly joined the ranks of the remaining fighters spitting out 9mm rounds at a high velocity. The men of Hoju also began tiring, and running out of ammuntion. Defeat was a distinct possibility. He appeared from the doorway again, firing his rifle at waist level. He sees a man peek out his head for a moment. A moment was all Hoju needed, he quickly ended the man, exploding his head into half. After five minutes of firing, 7 of Hoju's men were dead, another 3 wounded. He had only 4 effective fighters left. Seeing as he needed something to change the tides he sees a grenade held in the grasp of a fallen warrior. He takes it and pulls the pin. He skillfully rolls it into the lounge room, a large explosion and sound of screams brought relief to him. He appeared again from the doorway, this time chargin foward, bayonet attached.

He dashes through dead bodies, and broken furniture, until he comes to the large oval oak table. The table was able to stop all of the rounds Hoju could shoot, now anyone behind the table was surely dead. He finds 1 man cowering behind it, holding his government issued rifle. The man leaps up to engage Hoju. Hoju tries stabbing the man but fails, the man now took out a knife. He tried stabbing Hoju several times, but also failed. Not until Hoju got in close was he able to stab the man in his gut. He turned his rifle as to give more pain to the government soldier. The soldier dropped down, and fell heavily. Darkness spread over his eyes as he was undoubtedly dead. Hoju saw Sora at the corner of his eye.

"The Government Forces here are dead. Do you have a count?"

"Yes, I counted 15 guards outside, and another 11 inside. I also estimate the fuel we are burning will slow down any armoured reinforcements coming into Northern Kamir. Apart from the fuel tanks we've destroyed we've also discovered more surplus fuel storage tanks. We are burning those now... Perhaps you yourself should get cleaned up."

Hoju could see she was worried, and looked down. His clothes were drenched with blood, he ripped off his shirt, and found several bullet wounds, and a small knife incesion. He suddenly got dizzy and looked up. Suddenly he collapsed, clutching his stomache region. His head turned, and darkness went over his eyes. He was dead. Of the original 14 men, and women, 3 made it out alive, while another 3 left badly wounded. The work done by this sabotage mission and dozens more crippled the Governments ability to re-supply it's forces. Now a full Infantry Division, over half of the Government soldiers in Kamir, were being re-assigned to guarding the remaining supply stations, and bases.

Kamir Tribal Area
An entire company of Crusader Spec Ops had gathered at the 17th Infantry Division's Headquarters. The leader of the company, Captain Glutton, stood before the 3 Star General Peter Downey, leader of the 17th ID.

"You called for a company of Crusaders General?"

"Yes, recent insurgents into our supply stations have hit us hard, but I'm sure you already know this. We need to find the leaders organizing these attacks, and kill them. Can you do this?"

"Well, covering Northern Kamir with a company of Crusaders against a force up to ten times stronger it can be done. I'd need all the resources you can give me though, like helicopters soldiers, tanks whatever."

"That can be done. We currently have minimal intelligence on several believed leaders."

The General takes a folder from his desk and hands it to the Captain.

"This would be useful to you."

The Captain takes it and walks outside. He walks to his command tent, where his four lieutenants are located. He drops the folder on the bed of one of the officers.

"Start reading gentlemen."

Northern Kamir;Buggoto Village;4,000 Occupants
Sergeant Jacob Hans looked over the edge of the Town Center. He had arrived to his location several hours ago, and was forced to clean up any "hostiles" inside the Town Center by himself. He now spoke through his radio.

"Lieutenant, everything looks clear from here. Cleaned up 6 non-believers in the town lounge, nothing much else."

A voice called back through his radio.

"Excellent work Jacob, we will be arriving in a few minutes keep watch."

Jacob sighed. A few minutes meant atleast half an hour by himself without backup. With his black clothing, and bullet proof helmut, he stood out like a sore thumb. None the less he still kept watch, having a firm grasp on his silenced AK. He now saw through his binoculars several trucks pulling up to a meduim size house. He observed armed guards, and a man surrounded by personal bodyguards. Jacob knew that was the target.

"Lieutenant, have possible high ranking target. Range is about 600 meters. Want me to take him with the SVD?"

The line was silent for several seconds.

"Roger that Sergeant, take him if you have a shot. We'll be arriving soon."

Jacob quickly grabbed the SVD which was hanging on his backpack. He put a silencer on the the rifle, and looked through the sights. The man's bodyguards were providing full cover of him, not letting an inch of his body exposed. But he knew that with patience you will be rewarded. He finally got his chance. The man was now exposed in his gut, a painful death thought Jacob. Just what the doctor ordered. Jacob squeezed off two rounds in rapid succesion hitting his target. The target fell holding his gut, while his bodyguards surround him, trying to direct him to their trucks.

"Lieutenant, target down. Suggest you hurry up for the cleanup."

"We're in the southside of the village, coming in fast."

Jacob now saw the platoon's helicopters on the horizon. It was time for him to have some fun. Aiming his SVD he first shot into the engines of the trucks, immobilizing them. Then he started to slowly pick off the guards, five guards went down when the platoons helicopter arrived. Jacob now picked up his silenced AK, and went to fully automatic. He let loose a full magazine before calling in a helicopter for a pickup. He boarded on, and took of his helmet. It had been a long day in the sun, and all Jacob wanted to do was to sleep.

Back in the village Lieutenant Steven Dougan had lined up all the enemy soldiers, and bodyguards. He counted 30.

"You men have violated your trust with God. There's only 1 solution to solve this matter."

He took out his pistol and order the rest of his 42 men platoon to do the same. He ordered them to shoot 1 round into each prisoner, he stressed though to not make it a killing shot, but more for wounding. The wounding men would be left bleeding into the dirt street. After this had been completed the men boarded their helicopters. They left the prisoners on the street, ignoring their screams.

Within another hour Five MRLS had locked onto the village. They let loose dozens and dozens of rockets, leaving rubble in the place of what used to be a village for thousands.

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OOC:Tired of keeping this up, I'll just finish the attack in one or two more posts.

IC:
Bergun Tribal Area
Premier Reynolds now sat at his desk, lying deep under the Bergun Fortress Tolly. His hands were covering his eyes, he knew the fortress will fall. The pressing enemy attack had killed all but a few hundred men, the last fighters of Bergun. With only 12 or so M1A2 Abrams tanks left he had nothing more to give. Fortress Tolly was the last stronghold under Bergun control. After this there would be nothing.

Fortress Tolly was a moderatley advance stronghold, made to withstand attacks from the neighboring tribal lords, but not from the government's forces. With rows of machine guns, mortars, and heavy walls the fortress was thought to be unstoppable. But now, Government soldiers run through half of the fortress, turning it's machine guns against it's defenders. Within an hour, the surface area of Fortress Tolly will be taken. Another half an hour, the tunnel would be discovered. Reynolds now had lost all hope.

Colonel Hogart now let himself into the Premier's office.

"Premier, our forces are putting up a stern fight. If we can try to make it to the surface, and make our ways out through the back we may be able to live to fight another day."

"No Colonel... I'm tired of all this fighting, all the lives being lost. I want this to end. I shall fight to the death, you may leave if you wish."

The Colonel shook his head.

"I shall stay with you then Premier."

Just then five of Bergun's soldiers came running down the dirt hall to the Premiers underground office.

"Premier they have discovered the tunnel, our men can't protect it no longer. We have only a platoon left, and I doubt they are still alive."

The Premier nodded.

"To Arms then."

He went to his cabinet and took out his old AK-74. He handed the rest of the fighters the prized AN-94. They loaded their rifles, and aimed down the hall. Foot steps could be heard now, they were coming.

"Conserve your ammo, I only have 2 more magazines for each rifle."

Suddenly bodies appeared at the end of the hall, the men let loose their rifles, rounds blasting into the Government Soldiers. The Government's soldiers then started returning fire. Almost immediately 2 men fell down. The Government Soldiers took cover against the walls. Only to emerge again, rifles drawn. This time the aim of Bergun's fighters were much better. Within seconds the entire Government Squad had 5 rounds in each of their men.

"Quick reload, more are sure to come."

The Premier waited, suddenly a man turned the corner and aimed 1 single round. The round hit one of Bergun's fighters in the gut, and the man fell heavily, still alive. The Premier had seen the man, he was wearing black clothing, with a black helmut. Crusaders, the Premier immediately thought. Crusaders were the elite Special Forces unit in Tanuio. They are merciless fighters, killing all who would stand in their way. Premier figured he was facing a 5 man team of Crusaders, enough to kill a entire platoon. Now from the corner came several smoke canisters. Immediately the Premier started firing blindly, hoping to catch a Crusader off guard.

His response was rifle fire from the Crusaders, men around him fell, bullets smash into his office, destroying everything. And when the smoke had settled noone was in the hallway. The Premier looked around him, only he and the Colonel remained. But the Colonel was holding his stomache.

"Are you hit Colonel?"

The Colonel said nothing, he fell down hard on the ground. A knife protruding from his stomache region. The Colonel had been the Premiers friend for years. They would pay for what they had done.

Charging foward, with his AK-74, and a AN-94 in the other, he began firing. A Crusader turned the corner quickly, and shot at the Premiers feet, quickly returning back to the cover of the wall. The Premiers feet, and ankles were completely destroyed, he fell face first into the hard dirt, dropping the AN-94, but still holding his AK-74.

He waited for a man to turn the corner, hoping for his chance at revenge. He staggered to his feet. Using the nearby wall as support. Just then a man turned the corner, and shot the Premier, several times in his chest. The Premier fell on his back, dropping his rifle. Still alive he searched for his pistol. He had it in his hand when a foot kicked it away. Looking up he saw four men around him.

"No more fighting for you Premier Reynolds. Our brothers have died fighting for this hell land, and you shall suffer their same fate."

With that the man skillfully drew his pistol, and shot the Premier several more times in the chest. With that he left, leaving the old man to die.

Antimo Tribal Area
Grand General Alexi Brokav stood and grabbed his binoculars. Intelligence had told him that the Government would try going through this valley of the mountain range. With over 20,000 men, 15 SAM Sites, 20 pieces of artillery, and Anti-Tank weapons for every solider, he doubted one soldier would make it through. Suddenly his radio buzzed with noise. It was the SAM officer.

"Yes what is it Vilyisic?"

"Comrade General, picking up enemy bombers, probably coming in to clear the area before the Government's divisions move in."

"How many?"

"Let's see... Five...no Eleven, no wait twenty, twenty two. Twenty two bombers."

"Very well, arm the SAM sites, and get our soldiers ready."

Hundreds of Antiman soldiers grabbed portable SAMs. The SAMs had limited range, but those would be all they need. The men were eager, with the largest force Antimo had ever mustered noone would get by them. Suddenly though, a missile streaked down from the sky, and slammed into a SAM site. Dozens of more missiles came streaking in. From his overhead post the General Brokav saw all this. He grabbed his radio.

"Are the bombers in range already?"

"No Comrade General. They are too far away. I don't know what ha-"

The line went static, as the rest of the SAM sites blew up. The General squinted towards the horizon. He saw what was destroying his precious SAM sites. Low flying fighters. He grabbed his radio.

"However can hear this, order your men to take out the low flying fighters. They're killing us."

Several missiles streaked downwards. The advanced fighters easily out manuevered them. By now the bombers were in range. Lowering speed, they leveled the mountains. Tons of bombs impacted the Antimen's postion resulting in a devasting amount of dead, and wounded. The Overhead position of the Grand General himself was hit, most of his staff dead.

When the General came to his senses, he was on the ground, bleeding from the ears. He quickly got back up, and went outside. Before him hundreds of tanks came, heading straight for the valley, their turrets pointed towards the mountains. He grabbed his radio.

"Fire the Anti-Tank Missiles. Now!"

Dozens of missiles came tumbling down the mountains. THe General sighed, he still had enough men to hold back the invaders. But to his surprise the missiles merely bounced off the tanks armour. Infuriated he grabbed a nearby anti-tank rifle. The high-powered scope gave him a perfect view of his target. Releasing a round, he aimed for the engine. He clearly saw the round bouncing off harmlessly. He threw his rifle down the cliff, kicking up dirt. Going back to his radio he called out.

"Whoever is in direct command, order your men to fire all anti-tank missiles, and begin firing their rifles."

A voice replied, the General did not recognize it.

"Comrade General, this is Major Polenski, we do not have the numbers to fight off the tanks. We have over 13,000 casualties, all our heavy equipment is gone, and our RPG's bounce off their armour."

The General replied angrily.

"Improvise, we are all that's left for Antimo, their is noone else beyond us, we are it."

"Yes General."

The General now looked around for weapons he could use. He also ordered what's left of his command staff to fire any weapons they had, hoping to delay the tank's advance. Now the tanks were going over the mines, a few disabled tanks were easy game. Immediately they were pebbled with everything the men had. Grenades set off more mines, sending shrapnel everywhere. But the tanks kept advancing. All the Rockets, Mines, and explosives they had were useless. Now the tanks turned up their turrets. Firing 6 rounds each. The General's post was the first to be hit, it was completely destroyed by the High Explosive round. The tanks then began firing their machine gun rounds, killing anyone left who resisted.

By then the tanks were out of the valley, losing only 9 to mines. The Antimen fighters however lost nearly all of it's men, the wounded were left on the mountains. With no more fighters, and a broken economy Antimo fell in a matter of days.

Kamir Tribal Area
The attack began early in the morning. Over 80,000 Tanen soldiers, along with 700 tanks, and many more APCs, engaged the formation of 50,000 Kamir Fighters. The surprized fighters had managed to turn back the 1st wave, suffering heavy casualties.

Inside the Command Tent all key officials of the Kamir Tribal Area stood. They knew defeat was a very possible solution. Of the most respected member was General Alobubo. He was the key figure in organizing the defense of Kamir. A lesser official spoke to him.

"What of our operatives in the North? Weren't they suppose to stall the advance?"

"We have been unable to communicate with them for some weeks. I believe a majority of them are dead."

A silence grew among the men. The best Kamir had to offer was sent north, now they are dead.

"What of defenses? Do we have anything that can destroy those tanks they have?"

The General answered again.

"Not that I know of. We can immobilize them, at best, but even if we try this too many men would die."

Suddenly a messanger came in.

"Alobubo, the 2nd attack is coming, it seems that our men cannot hold. We m-"

Explosions sounded throughout the camp area, explosions killed thousands of men, the command tent itself was riddled with shrapnel. Several officials were dead. The General walked towards the messanger who was on his face now. He was dead.

"I won't die like this. I shall die fighting in the lines, with my men."

The General grabbed his rifle and sprinted outside, after a short run he is at the battle scene. His men had taken defensive positions in the woods, as the enemy came towards them. The bombing however had devastated his front line. He brought up his AK rifle, and let loose several rounds before ducking behind some trees. He did this several times, until he heard the unmistakable sound of tanks coming near. He peeked through the tree, and saw several tanks moving right through the front of the line, RPGs and grenades did nothing to this beast.

Suddenly the tanks main gun, and machine guns went to life. The amount of firepower coming out of this several tanks was immense. Another bombing run wrecked through the lines, the General could feel they were losing the battle. Now under cover of the tanks soldiers came running through the forest, yelling and screaming. The General took 2 out almost immediately before the soldiers started returning fire. His men fired back aswell, killing several more. Suddenly a High Explosive shell impacts the ground near the general, he is lifted into the air, and lands several yards away, in the open. As he staggers to get back up a single shot hits him. He stands there, not believing he has been shot.

Suddenly it seemed like the entire platoon was firing at the General. His body shook violently with every round, he could feel the hot piercing feeling all over his body. When the firing had stopped he fell. He couldn't move, but he heard everything around him, footsteps, tanks, bombs. He tried standing but failed, he couldn't move at all. A tank shell impacted the ground not 5 yards away from him. His face was peppered with shrapnel, and immediately died. Within several more hours the entire line of Kamir's fighters would be destroyed.

Secret IC:

Department of Defense
File Designation #11928; Tribal Conflict

Total Estimated Tanen Forces:200,000
Total Tanen KIA:16,890
Total Tanen WIA:41,670

Total Estimated Bergun Forces:67,000
Total Estimated Bergun KIA:42,100
Total Estimate Bergun WIA:8,000
Total Bergun POW:16,900

Total Estimate Antimo Forces:31,000
Total Estimate Antimo KIA:22,000
Total Estimate Antimo WIA:4,000
Total Antimo POW:5,000

Total Estimate Kamir Forces:62,300
Total Estimated Kamir KIA:47,000
Total Estimated Kamir WIA:10,000
Total Kamir POW:5,300

Total Enemy Believed to Be Killed:111,100
Total Enemy Wounded:22,000
Total Enemy POW:27,200

End Of Document

Government Release
"By declaration of President Christos all residents to the tribal area are to move to a reservation, all non-believers will as well live in the reservation. The area is a non-arable area, that had no use for the nation. It will contain two divisions, and a full naval blockade at all times. Curefews will be in affect during the night. The tribal areas will now be used for mining, and agriculutre."