NationStates Jolt Archive

Brigadier General Artur Rasizade stood atop the former battle site, a barren hill except a small scrubbing of brush at its zenith. Firmly held to his eyes were a pair of binoculars... "Swine" he said with a tone of utter disgust. Before him lay the Armenian military lines, full of song and dance and drinking. Not a single shot had been fired for 18 months yet both militaries had been on edge for the entire duration. However, the Armenians, drunken by their own self pride, had caused negotiations to break down, and they were celebrating.

To his left stood Captain Abbas Abbasov also with a pair of binoculars, "Are you sure you want to do this? I don't believe the Premier gave you..." He was harshly cut off...

"Enough. The Premier said I was to hold this position and repel any Armenian attacks. There are 800,000 displaced Azeri refugees due to this damn conflict. Look! That's what they do after destroying our homes and ruining the lives of many of us! They party! Drink! Dance! They make me sick..." He uttered, emitting a snort afterwards, he turned back towards the Azerbaijani lines, which rested 400 metres down the side hill in a well-fortified position.

Abbas took a last glance, grimacing as the Armenians lit a bonfire, a dozen prancing around it. He turned around and noticed the general leaving, he quickly whipped around and trotted after him... "Sir, wouldn't they notice us getting ready for war?"

The general huffed as he went down the hill, "We've been at a state of war for over two years with them. Is it any different? Our army is ready. There's obviously isn't. We'll attack at sun down." He quickly strode down into the base, nodding to the sentries. Due to military protocol he was wearing no noticeable insignia of his rank and no one acted as though he was a superior officer (in the event of enemy snipers).

The captain hadn't been relieved yet, "But general sir, I don't think its a good idea to attack while we have such high-profile diplomats in our nation!"

Artur stopped and spun around, his face red in anger... "Shut up! I know what I am doing. One more word from your mouth and I will shoot you personally after your treason trial." The captain drew back from the comment and nodded, scurrying off... Artur rolled his eyes, his lips drawing thin, he quickly turned and made for the command 'center', a group of tents, small structures, huts, and prefabricated buildings. As he walked in, two lieutenants rose up and saluted, each being quickly returned. "Have I Battery and G Battery been put in position?"

The first lieutenant spoke first, "Yes sir. They're positioned exactly where you stated. Documents had been sent to the Armenians per the cease fire treaty stating that the artillery was being moved for logistical reasons, after all, we are moving them farther away..."

"Good good... How about those new artillery shells we ordered?"

The second lieutenant answered this one just as the first began to speak, "Arrived, sir. The rounds have been loaded into I, G, and D Batteries units and are prepared to fire. Each cannon has four rounds. However, only D battery is close enough to the Armenians to fire standard rounds so that's where we've placed most of the standard rounds..."

Artur nodded with approval... "Good, what about the Smerch?"

The first lieutenant spoke up for this one, "We have it parked in the ravine as you ordered. The Armenians didn't notice."

"Perfect, what about the mortar and the arming of the refugees?"

The first lieutenant answered this one as well... "Mortar teams are in position and their sights are trained on the Armenian munition dumps. As you stated, they'll fire first followed by the Smerch battery to take out their central command center and then followed by the standard artillery to decimate their fortified positions. Our refugee aid vehicles went to the nearby refugee camps (only those displaced by the Armenia/Azerbaijan conflict were not touched, however most others were destroyed and their residents given homes within cities or across the nation) and questioned some 3600 men of fighting age, 2800 showed hatred towards the Armenians and expressed their approval of fighting to get their homes back. Those who said they would fight were armed with left-over weapons, mainly SKS, M91/30s, and AKMs. Those who were hunters and marksmen were given M91/30 scoped sniper rifles. Six officers were sent in as battalion commanders and those 2800 men will move in along the Armenian west flank with support from one of our motor rifle brigades."

The brigadier general nodded... He checked his watch, "Two and a half hours until the opening barrage is fired... Correct?"

The two lieutenants nodded, with an air of solemnity as the general glanced at a map that hung on the wall showing Azerbaijan. Sixteen percent (16%, 1/6th) of Azerbaijan had been occupied by Armenia... The entire Nagorno-Karabakh region. Soon, it would once again thrive under the flag of Azerbaijan.


OOC- If anyone wants to play as Armenia, go ahead (or if a nation that resides in Armenia or is comprised of Armenia).

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Renewal of Aggression

The night had struck with little warning, already temperatures were dropping near freezing… The cold, however, didn’t phase the Armenians, who, by now, were mostly drunk and lying around in droves.

A mere 300 metres from the Armenian position sat a mortar platoon, their half-ton UAZ covered in branches and netting. Their three mortar tubes were arrayed in a haphazard formation, each weapon’s barrel aimed towards the Armenians. Sergeant Mikhail Polozkiv sat on an overturned log, staring at his leather combat boots, a nearly exhausted cigarette in between his lips… His heavy overcoat was unbuttoned and hung loosely to each side… He pulled the cigarette from his lips and nervously flicked the glowing embers from its tip. He exhaled the smoke, a pale white cloud appearing before him. He took a last drag before flicking to the ground, grinding it with the sole of his boot. He glanced at his watch, a plastic, olive-drab watch with glow-in-the-dark hands, “Five minutes,” he said to himself. He stood up and walked the ten metres to his mortar team, each of the four other members smoking and sitting around the tube, only two had their weapons ready.

“Vlad… Take up your position. Tell us if our rounds hit. We’re firing first. D Team is firing second, and C team is firing third.” He said, nodding to the seated man with an AK-74 and a pair of binoculars around his neck… “Oh, and take this.” He tossed him a two-way radio, its frequency wired into A command’s radio within the UAZ. Vladimir caught the radio and nodded, lifting himself from the stump on which he was seated and he headed up the vast side-hill to get to his pre-determined position on the slope, a large clump of shrubbery and grass where he would be able hide easily and it was some 60 metres away from the mortar team.

“Serg. Alex. Va. Get ready. I want the rounds moved over here now. Alex, you get ready to adjust the tube if Vlad tells us we’re off. Me and Va will cover the area. Any questions?” spoke the sergeant. Each of the men shook their heads and quickly went to work. Sergeant Mikhail nodded, almost to himself, and brought up his AK-74, quickly making way towards a pile of brush and logs where he would take up a position and defend the area, if need be. Va would provide cover to the rear and move up front if necessary.

At 6:53 local time, the order was given in the form of a crackled radio message, “Begin Operation.” The sergeant turned his head towards his team and flashed them a thumbs up, returning his gaze to staring straight down his rifle’s barrel. Sergei saw the signal and quickly lifted the 81mm mortar round to the tube… He braced his one ear with his free hand and yelled, “FIRE!” He dropped the round and quickly ducked away, as did Alexei. Each could feel the reverberated thump from the round’s propellant firing, sending it soaring towards an Armenian munitions dump and armory. Immediately afterward, two more thumps went off in their team. Another twenty four thumps followed afterwards from around the area, eight different mortar platoons.

As they could hear the rounds detonate, Vlad’s voice came over the radio… “B Team, dead-on. D Team, adjust six meters to the west. C Team adjust eight meters north, three meters east, increase elevation 15.” Alexei grinned, he had always been good at guessing his ranges. Sergei couldn’t help but grin as well as he quickly fired off round after round towards the Armenian positions. Alexei continually adjusted the mortar, targeting different armories as well as the occasional defensive position. The adjustments were given to him through Vlad. The twenty-four other teams were doing the same, pelting the Armenian arms depots, planning on destroying their ammunition and weapons.




Second Lieutenant Ahmed Uolytov watched through his binoculars as the mortars began opening fire, he was positioned atop a nearby hill along with two enlisted men armed with assault rifles. He picked up his two-way radio from his waist and punched in the comm. Button, “Mortars have opened up. Fire Smerch.” A crackled response echoed through and the lieutenant brought up his glasses and adjusted his gaze towards a series of buildings determined to be the area command center. He winced as the deafening roar of the single Smerch 9K58 missile launch platform fired off its twelve 300mm high-explosive rockets. Eight were fired in one salvo, aimed at the command center while the remaining four were each fired signally at known Armenian defensive compounds in the area.




Not too far away was the artillery, the mass of artillery ranged from 75mm all the way to 155mm. As soon as the Smerch had fired, they opened up, unleashing dozens upon dozens upon dozens of shells, high-explosive ordinance, air-burst ordinance, fragmenting ordinance, and napalm ordinance into the Armenian lines. They were aimed at general Armenian troop positions. The heavier batteries were aimed at defensive positions, fuel depots, vehicles, and fortifications.


After the artillery had opened up, Tunguska and Shilka air defense tanks were prepped to deal with any Armenian aircraft. Man portable weapons would also be used as well as a few stationary AA guns. The battalions of refugees armed with assault weapons were also prepped, as were the three thousand Azerbaijani troops in the area. It wasn’t much but they had the element of surprise. Another six thousand Azer troops could be in the area within three days along with a couple armor battalions.

OOC- Come on…

OOC: Anyone? Anyone?

OOC- Can't continue without an Armenian (well, either a person to play as Armenia or you can play as your own nation if you're in this region) player.