North East Korea
21-11-2004, 00:52
"Everyone imposes his own system as far as his army can reach."
~ Iosif Vissarionovich Dzhugashvili (Josef Stalin)
It happened overnight.
The previous evening, citizens of the People's Democratic Republic of North Korea had retired to the freedom of sleep for the hours of dusk. There was no warning of what was to happen; the state-owned news channel gave no indication of what was planned - either someone had bribed station officials to keep quiet or Pyongyang genuinely didn't know what was going on. But when citizens in the north-east awoke the next morning, they found a different flag flying above their heads.
Kimch'aek, North-East of Pyongyang, along the coast of the Sea of Japan.
03:30.
General Zhou Ke hui sat in his plush office, staring distractedly out of the wall length window. The view from the top floor room looked out across the darkened urban landscape of the city towards the coastline. The lights of a container ship winked in the darkness as it traversed the seaport entrance in order to unload its cargo.
The office itself was oak-panelled and decorated with memorabilia of the Korean War. Along the far wall hung a war map showing the Communist's hope for a unified Korea adorned either side by two ancient infantry rifles rescued from destruction in some lost battle. A red star symbol adorned the right wall, lit from the underside by the glow of the wood fire that crackled fiercely in the grate below it.
Zhou glanced momentarily at the book lying askew on the oak desk in front of him. With a weary sigh he picked up the literature and leaned back in his chair to finish the final few pages.
'The overthorw of the enemy is the aim in war; destruction of the hostile military forces, the means both in attack and defence. By the destruction of the enemy's military force the defensive is led onto the offensive, the offensive is led by it to the conquest of territory.'
'Territory is therefore, the object of the attack; but that need not be a whole country; may be confined to a part, a province, a strip of country, a fortress. all these things may have substantial value from their political importance, in treating for peace, whether they are retained or exhanged.'
150 Kilometres West of Kimch'aek, Main Highway between Hamhung and Ch"ongjin.
Simoultaneously.
The darkened highway was barren of traffic that early in the morning. The only signs of movement were the rustling of loose foliage that blew across the windswept tarmac, accompanied by the occasional angry howl of wind from the borders of the southern republic. A thin snake trailed down the road from the city, bringing with it the rising drone of engines and the future of the north-east of the nation.
The six trucks and five tanks rolled to a halt at the opening edge of a thin valley. In the cab of the leading vehicle, Major Xian Ken rui nodded to himself and opened the vehicle door to the elements.
"Lieutenant!" He called into the cab as he climbed down from the truck and looked out into the valley.
"Sir, yes Sir!"
Xian Ken rui surveyed his surroundings with satisfaction. The highway dropped down in a steady incline through the canyon as the cliffs on both sides rose with the ground level. A mile further south-west was a sheer drop to the road below. After a moment, he looked back up into the cab. "I want you to disperse half the men to cover the road from this end with the tanks split both here and looking over the rock face with the other half of the infantry." He blew into his hands. "When the artillery gets here, I want them set up in the trees either side and keep them spaced out!" Xian glanced at the foliage around them. "I don't want them getting spotted grouped together."
"Yes, Sir!"
Najin Power Generation Station, Najin.
Twenty minutes later.
The Najin Power Generation Station was a largely dilapidated coal-fired reactor that serviced most of the north-east past Ch'ongjin. Security was a joke at most times considering most of the station contingent was drunk by midnight anyway. The difference tonight was that the contingent of 100 soldiers were crystal clear in their objective tonight. Two days earlier, a large amount of C4 had been 'lost' from a nearby army depot.
It was about to be found again.
"Come on, let's go!" The young Seargent said as the four Privates around him finished attaching the plastic substances.
"Okay Sir," one said, climbing down from where he had stood on a chair to reach a corner of the control room. "We're good to go."
The Seargent nodded, and switched on his handheld radio. "All Hens, this is Cockerel. The Coup is condemned, so get clear."
It only took a few moments for the four men to vacate the building to the jeep waiting outside. The crisp, morning air was exhillarating to the young man in charge as he climbed into the front passenger seat and nodded to the driver to move.
"Cockerel, this is Mother Hen," his radio crackled as the man on the permieter called in. "Hens are clear of the coup; we're good to level."
"Roger, Mother Hen." The Seargent clicked off the radio and dropped it into the footwell. He then turned and watched the facility bathed in exterior lighting as the truck's towbar let a trail of wire mark a line from the building.
"Okay, stop here." The Seargent ordered. The truck ground to a halt, and the Seargent stepped out of the vehicle and walked around to the rear, where he leant against the vehicle's towbar and lit a cigerette.
The area was peaceful that early morning. The main city sat in darkness only a few miles to the east. In darkness they would stay for a while longer.
The Seargent dropped the cigerette and flattened it under foot with a deft twist of the ankle. He then climbed on the back of the truck and leant against the side before reaching for the plunger and depressing it.
Kimch'aek.
04:10.
'The object of the strategic attack is, therefore, concievable in an infinate number of gradations, from the conquest of the whole country down to that of some insignificant place.'
There was a knock at the door, and General Zhou Ke hui discarded the copy of Carl von Clausewitz's On War once again onto the desk. "Come," he called, turning towards the door at the far end of the room.
In strode a military aide, dressed in full uniform and smiling proudly. "Sir," he said, saluting smartly to the General. "Red Sky is complete." He saluted once more and then bowed his head in respect. "Congratulations, Mr. President."
President Zhou Ke hui leant back on his char, and smiled once again in a tired manner. "Very well," he said. "Mobilise the military and get ready to repel borders."
Korea News Service - Morning Broadcast.
09:00.
"Good morning, people of the Democratic Republic, and here is the news."
"It has been announced by Pyongyang that there has been an overnight Coup De Tat in the north-east of the country by the leading General in the region, Zhou Ke hui."
http://www.paulnoll.com/Korea/War/KWL-General-Song-Shilun.jpg
"General Ke hui served a distinguished term of service in the Korean War before being appointed General-in-Charge of the north-eastern regions of the country. Overnight, it appears that the General has blocked off the main road into the region and has cut power to most of the large urban areas."
http://www.geocities.com/falkor0/nkoreamap1.JPG
http://www.geocities.com/falkor0/nekoreaflag.JPG
"The self-acclaimed People's Republic of North East Korea, making up all of the country north-east of the red line, is claiming independence from the People's Democratic Republic and requesting that other nations recognise their sovereignty."
"We will keep you updated with news as it is released."
~ Iosif Vissarionovich Dzhugashvili (Josef Stalin)
It happened overnight.
The previous evening, citizens of the People's Democratic Republic of North Korea had retired to the freedom of sleep for the hours of dusk. There was no warning of what was to happen; the state-owned news channel gave no indication of what was planned - either someone had bribed station officials to keep quiet or Pyongyang genuinely didn't know what was going on. But when citizens in the north-east awoke the next morning, they found a different flag flying above their heads.
Kimch'aek, North-East of Pyongyang, along the coast of the Sea of Japan.
03:30.
General Zhou Ke hui sat in his plush office, staring distractedly out of the wall length window. The view from the top floor room looked out across the darkened urban landscape of the city towards the coastline. The lights of a container ship winked in the darkness as it traversed the seaport entrance in order to unload its cargo.
The office itself was oak-panelled and decorated with memorabilia of the Korean War. Along the far wall hung a war map showing the Communist's hope for a unified Korea adorned either side by two ancient infantry rifles rescued from destruction in some lost battle. A red star symbol adorned the right wall, lit from the underside by the glow of the wood fire that crackled fiercely in the grate below it.
Zhou glanced momentarily at the book lying askew on the oak desk in front of him. With a weary sigh he picked up the literature and leaned back in his chair to finish the final few pages.
'The overthorw of the enemy is the aim in war; destruction of the hostile military forces, the means both in attack and defence. By the destruction of the enemy's military force the defensive is led onto the offensive, the offensive is led by it to the conquest of territory.'
'Territory is therefore, the object of the attack; but that need not be a whole country; may be confined to a part, a province, a strip of country, a fortress. all these things may have substantial value from their political importance, in treating for peace, whether they are retained or exhanged.'
150 Kilometres West of Kimch'aek, Main Highway between Hamhung and Ch"ongjin.
Simoultaneously.
The darkened highway was barren of traffic that early in the morning. The only signs of movement were the rustling of loose foliage that blew across the windswept tarmac, accompanied by the occasional angry howl of wind from the borders of the southern republic. A thin snake trailed down the road from the city, bringing with it the rising drone of engines and the future of the north-east of the nation.
The six trucks and five tanks rolled to a halt at the opening edge of a thin valley. In the cab of the leading vehicle, Major Xian Ken rui nodded to himself and opened the vehicle door to the elements.
"Lieutenant!" He called into the cab as he climbed down from the truck and looked out into the valley.
"Sir, yes Sir!"
Xian Ken rui surveyed his surroundings with satisfaction. The highway dropped down in a steady incline through the canyon as the cliffs on both sides rose with the ground level. A mile further south-west was a sheer drop to the road below. After a moment, he looked back up into the cab. "I want you to disperse half the men to cover the road from this end with the tanks split both here and looking over the rock face with the other half of the infantry." He blew into his hands. "When the artillery gets here, I want them set up in the trees either side and keep them spaced out!" Xian glanced at the foliage around them. "I don't want them getting spotted grouped together."
"Yes, Sir!"
Najin Power Generation Station, Najin.
Twenty minutes later.
The Najin Power Generation Station was a largely dilapidated coal-fired reactor that serviced most of the north-east past Ch'ongjin. Security was a joke at most times considering most of the station contingent was drunk by midnight anyway. The difference tonight was that the contingent of 100 soldiers were crystal clear in their objective tonight. Two days earlier, a large amount of C4 had been 'lost' from a nearby army depot.
It was about to be found again.
"Come on, let's go!" The young Seargent said as the four Privates around him finished attaching the plastic substances.
"Okay Sir," one said, climbing down from where he had stood on a chair to reach a corner of the control room. "We're good to go."
The Seargent nodded, and switched on his handheld radio. "All Hens, this is Cockerel. The Coup is condemned, so get clear."
It only took a few moments for the four men to vacate the building to the jeep waiting outside. The crisp, morning air was exhillarating to the young man in charge as he climbed into the front passenger seat and nodded to the driver to move.
"Cockerel, this is Mother Hen," his radio crackled as the man on the permieter called in. "Hens are clear of the coup; we're good to level."
"Roger, Mother Hen." The Seargent clicked off the radio and dropped it into the footwell. He then turned and watched the facility bathed in exterior lighting as the truck's towbar let a trail of wire mark a line from the building.
"Okay, stop here." The Seargent ordered. The truck ground to a halt, and the Seargent stepped out of the vehicle and walked around to the rear, where he leant against the vehicle's towbar and lit a cigerette.
The area was peaceful that early morning. The main city sat in darkness only a few miles to the east. In darkness they would stay for a while longer.
The Seargent dropped the cigerette and flattened it under foot with a deft twist of the ankle. He then climbed on the back of the truck and leant against the side before reaching for the plunger and depressing it.
Kimch'aek.
04:10.
'The object of the strategic attack is, therefore, concievable in an infinate number of gradations, from the conquest of the whole country down to that of some insignificant place.'
There was a knock at the door, and General Zhou Ke hui discarded the copy of Carl von Clausewitz's On War once again onto the desk. "Come," he called, turning towards the door at the far end of the room.
In strode a military aide, dressed in full uniform and smiling proudly. "Sir," he said, saluting smartly to the General. "Red Sky is complete." He saluted once more and then bowed his head in respect. "Congratulations, Mr. President."
President Zhou Ke hui leant back on his char, and smiled once again in a tired manner. "Very well," he said. "Mobilise the military and get ready to repel borders."
Korea News Service - Morning Broadcast.
09:00.
"Good morning, people of the Democratic Republic, and here is the news."
"It has been announced by Pyongyang that there has been an overnight Coup De Tat in the north-east of the country by the leading General in the region, Zhou Ke hui."
http://www.paulnoll.com/Korea/War/KWL-General-Song-Shilun.jpg
"General Ke hui served a distinguished term of service in the Korean War before being appointed General-in-Charge of the north-eastern regions of the country. Overnight, it appears that the General has blocked off the main road into the region and has cut power to most of the large urban areas."
http://www.geocities.com/falkor0/nkoreamap1.JPG
http://www.geocities.com/falkor0/nekoreaflag.JPG
"The self-acclaimed People's Republic of North East Korea, making up all of the country north-east of the red line, is claiming independence from the People's Democratic Republic and requesting that other nations recognise their sovereignty."
"We will keep you updated with news as it is released."