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All across South Africa, the Xhosa had been planning to carryout attacks against the Zulu, located mainly in Natal province, with the intent of eliminating them once and for all. With the collapse of the ANC government in the face of the recent Mississippian invasion and conquest, they were hoping the whites would be too busy building South Africa up to the Mississippian Egyptian standard, to actually care to do anything about their planned genocides against the Zulu.

Thus in the wee hours of the morning, they began their attacks, primarily aimed at Natal province, but targeting Zulus everywhere they could be found.

The Governor-General, William Fabus, declared martial law, and ordered all the cities (most whites live in cities) to be surrounded by armored units to keep tribal violence from spilling into them. He also ordered that each and every rural white farm be secured by no less than a squad of Commonwealth soldiers, so that the farmers would be safe and able to ride out the storm of the violence.

Other than that, Fabus declared, "I have no intention of getting white soldiers killed in vain attempts to pry apart enemies bent on fighting regardless of what they are told to do or not do. If they wish to fight and ruin their villages, then so be it. But the violence will not be allowed to spill into the white cities, deadly force will be used against any and all tribals who attempt to force their way into white cities, let that be known."


Last reports were that the Zulus in Natal province were rallying along the provincial borders in attempts to stem the tide of the massive Xhosa juggernaut.

The Zulu General, a certain Leonard Mombosa, lay in wait for the Xhosa militiamen.

Armed with an old Mauser 98 with a 4x Unitel scope, an M1911A1 Pistol, and some grenades, he peered through the scope on his rifle. His platoon of 50 men, with M79 grenade launchers and AK's mostly were a forlorn lot, still, he vowed to fight on, even if the Fabusites wouldn't help them (as if they would), and even if he had to run into the Drakensburgs.

The sight was daunting indeed. A huge convoy of Xhosa militiamen armed with all sorts of guns and riding in old Jeeps, Defender 90's, and trucks of all kinds with armor plate bolted on them began streaming towards his position. All were heavily armed. All were looking for blood.

General Mbeki motioned for his radioman. "Sargeant! Call our comrades...tell them the Xhosa have come in great strength. Ask them if they have any men, mortars or LAW rockets to spare...we will need them."

OOC: I was invited, but it is kinda obvious....

Ooc- One quick post here, then I'm back off to my paper.


Ic-

As the Zulu were coming under increasing fire, they suddenly heard vehicles in the distance, it was a unit of Boer Volunteer Guard, looking to get revenge against the Xhosa for the 10 years of abuses and atrocities they suffered under the ANC communist rule. They were coming to help the Zulu. About forty Boers were in 10 hummers, eaching mounting either a 7.62mm minigun, 40mm grenade launcher, or 50 caliber machine gun. Another forty or fifty men were in nine BMP-3s.

The vehicles were still a ways off from reaching the fighting, but something more immediate occurred, three Mirage F1s flew in low over the battlefield and delivered precision fire from cannons against the masses of Xhosa. Sending massive explosive rounds into the tightly packed formations, men would be blown in bits, heads smashed like melons, bodies torn to pieces, it was a mess.

The Zulu were amazed at the sight of the Mirages. Weren't the whites supposed to be guarding their comrade's farms and cities? Evidently, they had scores to settle....the more the merrier.

Mombota sighted his Mauser, and began sniping at the confused Xhosa. His comrades began to load their old M79's and fired some frag and a few WP grenades upon the Xhosa, adding to the tempest that was occuring in front of them.

The radioman said, "Sir! There's a force of Boers headed this way......two platoons worth. Also, General Mbeki has some reinforcements to spare, and he has sent two platoons of men to help us-they will be here in 30 minutes. And they did scrounge up some LAW rockets and a mortar."

Mombota then said, "Thank God.....now, let us see if the Boers and the Zulus can get along!"

A voice came over the only radio the Zulu had with them, it was in Afrikaans, translating loosely to, "Are you okay? Keep your heads down, the second wave of Mirages will be using napalm and cluster bombs."

General Mombota responded in good Afrikaans, "Got it."

He then told his men to "Get Down! The Boers are sending more jets!"

The men did as ordered. They prayed the jets would get there fast.....

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Meanwhile, two platoons of Zulu militiamen, sppeding along in old Defender 90s, zoomed towards the battle scene. They were more well organized than the men currently engaging the Xhosa, and they were definetly more well equipped, having acquired more M72 LAW rockets and a M225 Mortar.

As they were speeding, they saw the Mirages that had just bombed the Xhosa attackers. They were surprised to see them, and figured they had gotten involved with the assault.

Were they friend or foe? That was the question. The convoy leader, Capt. Joe Maseru, radioed Gen. Mombota's platoon.

"Gen. Mombota...have seen jets near your position, are you alright?"

The reply was swift. "Yes. They are Boers.......they have scores to settle, it seems, with the Xhosa. They are aiding us for now."

Capt. Maseru frowned, but he supposed that as long as the position was being held.....still, he didn't trust the Boers....after all, as much as the Zulu hated the Xhosa, they equally distrusted the Boers, though not as much after 1994. Then, the Mississippians came.......

He shook his head. Nevermind that. I have a job to do.

The convoy kept racing to its eventual destination.

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A squadron of Mirage F1s flew in low over the battlefield, dropping napalm and cluster bombs, sewing havoc and death throughout the Xhosa ranks.

One of the Mississippian pilots shouted over the radio, "Ye ha! Watch them nig--rs burn boys!"

The other pilots joined in laughing. The flight leader then told the Zulu, "Pop white smoke, we're coming in again, we'll be close, mark your lines so we don't hit you. We've detected the Xhosa are moving in trying to hug you to keep us from using close air support. Get ready, okay?"

A squadron of Mirage F1s flew in low over the battlefield, dropping napalm and cluster bombs, sewing havoc and death throughout the Xhosa ranks.

One of the Mississippian pilots shouted over the radio, "Ye ha! Watch them nig--rs burn boys!"

The other pilots joined in laughing. The flight leader then told the Zulu, "Pop white smoke, we're coming in again, we'll be close, mark your lines so we don't hit you. We've detected the Xhosa are moving in trying to hug you to keep us from using close air support. Get ready, okay?"

Hearing this, General Mombota ordered his men to mark their lines with white smoke. Upon hearing this, his men scrounged up an odd assortment of road flares and real smoke grenades, and set them up so that the Mississippians would see the smoke and recognize their positions.

The brilliant lights shone brightly and the white smoke wafted into the air.....

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Meanwhile, the Zulu reinforcements arrived. General Mombota ran to the convoy's leader, and told them: "Stay close, do not stray beyond the white smoke, and tell your men to get down! The Boers are sending more jets, and we don't want friendly fire."

Capt. Maseru did as he was told, and the two platoons hurredly took up their positions. Arming their mortar and their M72 LAW's, they began to sight them and wait for the right moment.

The flighter flew in low over the battlefield, making another sweep, strafing away from the smoke line, using his 30mm cannon to deal death to the masses of Xhosa. The other planes all followed suit, then each made another two sweeps before they turned to leave. The flight leader radioed the forces on the ground, "Enemy forces broken and routed, they are retiring from the field."


As the planes were leaving sight, the Hummers and BMPs were disembarking infantry to secure the position.

A Boer major walked up towards the Zulu commander, "You the one in charge here?"

General Mombota, in his slouch hat and khaki outfit, walked up to the major and said, "Yes, I am. I am General Leonard Mombota, head of the Natal Zulu Volunteers forces in the area."

"We thank you for your help, though we wonder what motivated you to aid us?"

The major smiled, "For ten years, the ANC allowed rape, murder, farm attacks, pillage and chaos to reign against us. No more, now we avenge our fallen comrades and loved ones, this is the time they will rue the day they attacked us."

The major smiled, "For ten years, the ANC allowed rape, murder, farm attacks, pillage and chaos to reign against us. No more, now we avenge our fallen comrades and loved ones, this is the time they will rue the day they attacked us."

Mombota then said, "Indeed."

He then said, "the Xhosa menace indeed here has been deflected...but in other areas of Natal, they still rage, seeking our blood."

Mombota cocked his Mauser in a dramatic fashion and said: "Let us waste no more time....there is still work to be done."

The Major nodded, "Yes, we'll be moving out shortly, you can ride on the tops of our BMPs if you want..."

The Major nodded, "Yes, we'll be moving out shortly, you can ride on the tops of our BMPs if you want..."

Mombota went, "Yes....a BMP would be better than a Defender 90."

He climbed on the top, and his men soon followed. The two platoons of reinforcements were ordered to hold the line, and then Mombota asked, "Where do we go next? The Xhosa strike everywhere.....but we have to start somewhere."

The Major nodded, "Okay, hop on, we're leaving right away, where do we need to go? Which area needs help the most?"

Mombota went, "Perhaps we can go to Newcastle...there is much fighting there, and our fellow combatants are hanging by a thread. I have heard rumors the Xhosa have PT-76 tanks....but I cannot say if this is true."

The Major smiled, "No, they had tanks... We took them all out though, well the ones we could spot, with air strikes. Oh by the way, I'm Johannes von Mansfeld. We've got a few more battalions spread out this way, so don't worry, this area here will be covered after we leave."

The Major smiled, "No, they had tanks... We took them all out though, well the ones we could spot, with air strikes. Oh by the way, I'm Johannes von Mansfeld. We've got a few more battalions spread out this way, so don't worry, this area here will be covered after we leave."

Mombota nodded and said, "Thank you, Major Mansfeld. We are again grateful. We do apprecite your aid, again, the more the merrier."

"Now, I'm not sure if we have much time..."

A loud hiss came over the radioman's radio. "Sir, come quick!" he said.

Mombota ran to the man, and heard the message. It bleeped in Morse Code, but Mombota could make the following out:

"Newcastle under attack.....need aid......Xhosa are everywhere...low on ammo.....men are besieged......Xhosa have SA-7 Grails and heavy arms, no tanks.....come soon."

Mombota ran back to the BMP. "We have to go, now. Tread with care, I hear they have SA-7's. Your men should be able to deal with that, though."

The Major nodded his head, "Yes of course, I think we'll manage though, shall we go then? Let's hurry, yes?"

Mombota smiled and went, "Yes. Let us meet the challenge."

He motioned for his men and one of the reinforcement platoons to go with the Boers to Newcastle.

Getting in their Defender 90's, and some climbing on the BMP's of the Boers, they began to move.

Mansfeld jumped into the back of one of the BMPs, the Zulus followed suit, and the units were racing off towards their appointed task.

Racing along the road, the BMP's sped as quickly as possible to the city of Newcastle.

About 20 miles outside of the city, Mombota saw the siege lines of the Xhosa militia. Unlike their comrades at their previous location, they were more well armed, though admittedly their arms collection was more well scattered, and some of their trucks had ZSU-23-4 Anitaircraft machine guns, some of their men had Grail rocket launchers and they even had modified a few old Deuce-and-a-half trucks with recoilless rifles, and even a few antique French 75's, all firing at the Zulus and Boers in the city.

Mombota said, "The Xhosa are up ahead......you might want to stop and do something about it."

Major Mansfeld shook his head, as he barked his orders into the radio, "All infantry disembark, ready to maneuver against the Xhosa positions, BMPs provide fire support, in conjunction with already planned air attacks."

As the infantrymen were exiting their BMPs, nearly forty Mirage F1s in ten groups of four each, started to fly over the battlefield, strafing and bombing any Xhosa forces they could identify.

Major Mansfeld shook his head, as he barked his orders into the radio, "All infantry disembark, ready to maneuver against the Xhosa positions, BMPs provide fire support, in conjunction with already planned air attacks."

As the infantrymen were exiting their BMPs, nearly forty Mirage F1s in ten groups of four each, started to fly over the battlefield, strafing and bombing any Xhosa forces they could identify.

The Xhosa AA guns came alive, but too late. As their lines went up in a sea of fire, the Boers and the Zulus began to advance.

The Xhosa were confused, but a few noticed the incoming enemies. Turning what few ZSU's and other guns they had left on the incoming infantry, they began to open fire, screaming: "You die today, honkie!"

Mombota began to seek cover, finding a BMP, he used it for cover and began to sight his Mauser, aiming for the ZSU gunners. After sighting it, he began to shoot them. His men began to fire LAW rockets at the enemy, and began to lob M79 grenades into the fray.

The Boer soldiers poured fire into the Xhosa ranks, deadly accurate fire, felling hundreds if not more of the massed enemies, as the Mirages continued to strafe them.

Suddenly the Major shouted, "Napalm! Hit the dirt!" and all the Boer infantry dove for cover as the Mirages started to napalm the nearby Xhosa lines, dangerously close to the friendly lines.

Seeing the Mirages, the Zulus did likewise, hunkering down and seeking cover.

The firestorm burned white-hot, and the screams of the Xhosa seemd to become deafening. The apocalyptic sight made an impression on Mombota, as he thought to himself: Holy. Living. F**k.

After the majority of the firestorm subsided, the Zulus began to snipe at the survivors, and move carefully to the Xhosa lines, raking them with AK and LAW fire. They were not as accurate as the Boers, but they managed to push the remaining Xhosa that had somehow survived the previous assault into a rout.

Mansfeld called in 155mm howitzers from a few miles away to hit pre-registered targets where the Xhosa's were moving towards, cluster munitions would be tearing into them in seconds as the shells were airborne and screaming through the sky.

Mansfeld called in 155mm howitzers from a few miles away to hit pre-registered targets where the Xhosa's were moving towards, cluster munitions would be tearing into them in seconds as the shells were airborne and screaming through the sky.

Mombota encouarged his men to keep hitting the Xhosa with every ounce of force they had. "Let none escape! They will pay for this betrayal and their crimes!"

The Zulus, taking minor casualties, obliged, and continued to rake the Xhosa with fire. They had brought up old Vickers MG's. and used them with pleasure.

Then they heard the whine of shells. "Fall back! FALL BACK!" Mombota screamed.

The Zulus managed to retreat just in time, and as the last Vickers MG crew ran for their lives, a thunderous sound of multiple heavy pops began to fill the scene, and the Xhosa positions in the distance and close by went up in a cloud of debris and fire.

Whne the bombardment finished, the Zulus saw the results. The Xhosas that had escaped their frenzied assault had been silenced. Any ZSU guns left were gone, replace with twisted hunks of metal. Some of their own were injured by flying debris, but many were okay.

Many, who were Christians, found cover, and said a Thanksgiving Prayer. Then they picked up their guns, and began to spot for Xhosa reinforcements.
They may have made a hole, but this was a hornet's nest, and the hornets were sure to react.

Good thing they had air cover.

Dozens of Mi-24s and about 20 Mirage F1s and 20 Su-25s were flying air cover or the battlefield, delivering perfectly accurate fire against any enemies that were seen moving, and many that had taken cover and were attempting to remain still. It was a slaughter.


After two hours of intense fire-fighting, Mansfeld watched as the last of the helicopters flew off, and the BMPs stopped firing their guns. He shouted to the Zulu commander, still having to shout over some gunfire, "I think it's clear now!"

Mombota shouted to Mansfeld: "Good! Now, let's get inside the city, and see what they've done."

The Zulus marched into the city first, and were greeted with open arms. One of the men inside, a Zulu militiaman himself, went "Thank God! We were about to surrender...and Lord knows what they had in store."

Mombota went, "Nevermind that..you are safe now. We have friends."

The Zulu went, "Who?"

Mombota pointed to the Boer Guardsmen. The militiaman was surprised, and even was skeptical. "You sure about this.....?"

Mombat went, "Relax, comrade. We are safe. The Boers have pledged to help us combat the Xhosa menace...as they too, have some debts to settle with them."

The Mayor of Newcastle, meanwhile, walked to Mansfeld. An aging Boer, he shook his hand and said, "Thank you.....I almost was going to kill myself. There is much work to do....we have wounded and we are low on medical supplies."

Mansfeld nodded his head, "Yes, our medics will tend to your wounded, worry not, are there many more Xhosa around here? What has been going on here? Can you tell me when they started attacking?"


He then motioned for two nearby medics to go check on the wounded.

Mansfeld nodded his head, "Yes, our medics will tend to your wounded, worry not, are there many more Xhosa around here? What has been going on here? Can you tell me when they started attacking?"


He then motioned for two nearby medics to go check on the wounded.

The Mayor went: "They came here looking for ammunition and food, or that's what they said. We said we had little guns and we were not a military town, but then they began to rough up some of the townspeople, white and black. They seemed especially eager to harm the Zulus....they called them collaborators and slaves. I told them to leave, and they did....they returned with the force you just blew up."

The Major nodded his head, "Hmmm, I see, well, I'll detach a platoon to stay here and provide some security for your people and town, okay?"

The Major nodded his head, "Hmmm, I see, well, I'll detach a platoon to stay here and provide some security for your people and town, okay?"

The Mayor went, "Thank you again. We are very grateful."

He watched as Mansfeld ordered a platoon of men to stay in the town of Newcastle and began to help defend it.

Mansfeld then mounted up in a Hummer as the column started to head on out of the area, to patrol a nearby region.

Mansfeld then mounted up in a Hummer as the column started to head on out of the area, to patrol a nearby region.

Mombota, meanwhile, began to plot how to deal effectively with the Xhosa. The Boer intervention had forced them back here in the West, and it seemed that in Natal, the Xhosa offensive, at least here, was starting to sputter.

Now he plotted a counter-offensive. His men needed to rest, tend to the wounded, and maybe get more supplies. They definetly needed something better than old LAW rockets.

He found a map of South Africa, and began to plan. The Xhosa in the western parts of Natal had been stopped.....but in the east, he had not heard a word. Perhaps they had dealt some damage? He knew that William Fabus had fortified the cities, but the Xhosa weren't going for cities. They wanted the blood of every Zulu, and maybe now, of those that helped them.

"Collaborators? Hardly anything of the sort. We distrust the whites as much as you do.....just because we bothered to use our heads doesn't make us collaborators." Mombota thought.

William Fabus could now count on the help of 8 elite Mississippian Egyptian Parachute Divisions and 6 elite MESAAS regiments. These forces would prove very useful in the upcoming planned operations to reassert authority over rural South Africa.

The Xhosa might have heard rumors that the MESAAS, much better than the just recently formed SASAAS, were on their way to South Africa. The SASAAS were still very good, but they lacked experience in the modern tactics of Mississippian counter-insurgency warfare.

But the MESAAS also contained some of the old Pre-July 2004 ASAAS who had gone into battle outnumbered 50 to 1 in Angola and had won against black marxist guerilla forces. They had earned themselves a reputation for brutality and fierce fighting.


Ooc-
Commonwealth Parachute Division (Each 18,000 Paratroopers, 500 C-130s to transport men and equipment, 2,500 hummers (1,500 M998, 400 M1043, 500 M1025, and 100 M1035) assorted light vehicles. 200 M1083 Standard Cargo Trucks), shoulder launched weaponry (AT and AA), mortars, light artillery, and assorted reconnaissance vehicles)


Mississippian Special Air Assault Squad (MSAAS, each regiment is 1,000 special operators strong, and they are transported by either Blackhawks, Mi-24s, C-130s, C-17s, or various other insertion vehicles. They are trained to a standard higher than that of the RG and SRG, if you consider war an art, they are the Da Vincis and Michelangelos of their craft. Commonwealth Armies also have SAAS regiments, but they take on the letters of the name of the Commonwealth Nation)

OOC: Should I respond to that as the Xhosa?

OOC: Should I respond to that as the Xhosa?



Ooc- Yeah, sure

OOC: Thanks. Here goes.......if it deviates too far from the goals of this RP, tell me.

IC: Somewhere in Eastern Cape Province, the Xhosa leader was dismayed.

"You fools.......why did you squander good men like this? Free State was a hard province to send a small warband through, let alone smuggle an entire division.....we were noticed, now we pay the price at Newcastle in Natal. 20,000 good men. Gone."

He slammed his fist down. "YOU BASTARDS!!! I WANT THE HEAD OF WHOEVER DID THIS! THANKS TO OUR STUPIDITY, THE COLLABORATORS AND THE WHITES HAVE BANDED TOGETHER!"

"Now, they will try to kill us. They know we are mainly based in the Eastern Cape. So, we will recieve air assault and death from everywhere. The Zulus, they may be warmongers, but they are also slaves......they serve the Boer Volunteer Guard and their Mississippian allies. They are armed and dangerous. They will aid their slaves in hunting us."

"Now, I hear they bring Commandos. From Mississippian Egypt. They are the best in Africa. They have men from Angola, supposedly, trained in the art of killing."

"We need help. We cannot hope to punish the collaborators and their masters alone. We have heavy arms, but many of them were squandered in our Northern Approach."

"We must ask another nation for aid..........are there any nations that will aid us?"

An adjutant responded. "I do not know sir. They see us as the aggressors."

The leader smiled. "Perhaps we shall cast this as a 'War of National Liberation.' Then, maybe we'll get funds.....and guns. People like wars of national liberation, they don't like genocide."

He then commanded: "Very well. Send out a flyer to the world. Tell them that the Xhosa people are engaged in trying to free themselves from the oppression of the Mississippians and their Zulu allies. Maybe they will respond that way."

The adjutant said: "Yes sir....I'll get right on it." He wrote down the order, and proceeded to take it to their PR man. Hopefully, using spin, they might save themselves.

William Fabus had figured they might attempt a propaganda barrage, thus he had the CIC (Commonwealth Intelligence Command) of South Africa jamming all frequencies from even operating, except those secure frenquencies used by the armed forces and other government units. He also had the borders, sealed as tight as possible, with tens of thousands of guards on them. The Namibian, Angolan, and South African naval forces were making sure the coasts were secure.


He was already using his own propaganda, must largely true, showing villages of Zulus that had been razed to the ground and leveled by the Xhosa, portraying the Zulu as innocent victims, the Xhosa as murderering monsters, and the Mississippians and Boers as saviors.

The Xhosa leader was dismayed.

"Goddamn! They cut the phones!? And the radio?"

The adjutant responded, "Yes sir, the radio and the tv and the phones....intellgence is out in force. They have also blockaded the coastline."

The Xhosa leader sat back, and looked angry. They were in the soup now...and the Zulus and the Mississippians would eat them for lunch.

Thinking for a moment, he went, "Then perhaps we need to do something....I want you to acsertain the locations of the jamming stations. I don't care how you do it. I want us to be heard. If you can't do that, don't come back."

The adjutant said, "Yes sir."

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Mombota was busy looking at his map. He knew that the Xhosa were crippled here, but they still led raids to massacre Zulus. He had only recently heard from the Watchmen, the informal intel network set up by the Zulus, and the VG, that the attack on Newcastle was an attempt at a backdoor assault along with several other forces that floundered for want of supplies and coordination. That is why they attacked Newcastle. they wanted to kill the Zulus, but they also needed food......and their attempts to steal from white farmers probably were met with resistance from Mississippian troops.

He knew now that the Xhosa were reeling from this, and limiting themselves to raids for food, guns, or murder.

He pointed to a set of particulalry strong Xhosa positions in Southern Natal, outside of Cedarville and Stryfontein, dubbed "Fort Halfass" and "Fort Toehold," both derisive nicknames given by whites, as these firebases, much like those the Americans had in Vietnam, were built very hastily, and had a shoddy look to them. Still, they each had 5,000 men in them, some heavy guns, and the one outside of Cedarville in particular commanded the junction of a railway and two roads...making it really useful, and more valuable to the Xhosa.

Mombota plotted how to join his comrades. They were planning an offensive to retake these forts, and push the Xhosa back.

Mansfeld looked to the Zulu commander, "Where are we heading? What is the next objective?"


Meanwhile, tens of thousands of Mississippian Egyptian paratroopers were already jumping into positions all across South Africa to secure vital roads and establish firebases and checkpoints.

Mombota went, "Sir, we go to 'Fort Halfass' and 'Fort Toehold,' outside of Cedarville and Stryfontein, in Southern Natal. I have contacted other commanders of the Zulu Natal Volunteers, and they have concured that these bases are being used by the Xhosa to launch raids into Natal.....so we have opted to join them. We are also working with Boer forces, they wish to rid themselves of these bases, too. Fort Halfass in particular holds a critical rail and road junction used by the Xhosa. We take it, we deny them further access to the interior."

Mansfeld nodded, "Okay, do you have the coordinates of those locations?"

Mombota looked at the map, and went, "Strydfontein and Fort Toehold are at 30 degrees 27 seconds South Latitude, and 29 Degrees 6 Seconds East Longitude. Cedarville and Fort Halfass are at 30 degrees 22 seconds South Latitude, and 29 degrees 2 seconds East longitude."

Mansfeld nodded, "Any idea what the anticipated resistance forces there will be?"

Mombota went, "My intellegence indicates about 5,000-10,000 militiamen per fort. They do have some heavy arms, though they will probably be unable to withstand an extended siege-rumor has it they have little in the way of ammunition. Not that I think an extended siege will be needed anyway. They will fight though, and hard."

Mansfeld shook his head, "No, before we hit those places, where they are entrenched, we'll use hydrogen cyanide gas to kill as many of them as we can..."

Absolutely- most definitely- tagged

(Your best since 1984, DA ;))

Absolutely- most definitely- tagged

(Your best since 1984, DA ;))


Ooc- Actually, I think my 1984 RP is best, then probably the Curtis 1976, which is not at all finished yet. Although those are my story RPs, my RPs with other people, well the Roger Alice RP and the Tallmadge RP rank top, and neither of them are nearly finished yet, they're basically all ongoing things you know, thus giving room for endless RP potential. And get ready for a 1984 update in about an hour, it involves the battle for Biloxi.

Mansfeld shook his head, "No, before we hit those places, where they are entrenched, we'll use hydrogen cyanide gas to kill as many of them as we can..."

Mombota went: "Hmmm....if you must. The idea gives me the willies, but if it will save lives, then it will be good."

Mansfeld nodded his head, "Yes, it's something we at command had been talking about for a while. Anyway, we'll make sure your men get NBC gear."

Mombota went, "Understood. I'll hold you to it."

Mansfeld nodded, "Trust me..."

OOC: Belated post, sorry to keep you waiting.

IC:

Mombota nodded, and said, "We're allies at the moment, that is part of the equation. We begin soon-the Zulu Volunteers have mobilized forces and have readied an offensive force."

He then asked, "On a side note, what happens to us after we teach the Xhosa our lesson?"

Ooc- No need to be sorry.



Ic- Mansfeld lit up a cigarette and then started to smoke, "Hmmm... After we kill them, as long as your people leave our people alone, you can stay where your are, or you could live in a semi-autonomous region in the western part of South Africa, we'll terraform it and irrigate it so it's actually good land and worth living in... At least that is what I hear the government's plan is."

Mombota said, "Fine with me. As long as nothing happens, things'll be fine....but that is beside the point right now."

He was then greeted by a runner. The runner handed him a note, and then, after reading it, Mombota smiled.

"It begins at 2400 hours."


OOC: What month is this in NS terms?

Mombota said, "Fine with me. As long as nothing happens, things'll be fine....but that is beside the point right now."

He was then greeted by a runner. The runner handed him a note, and then, after reading it, Mombota smiled.

"It begins at 2400 hours."


OOC: What month is this in NS terms?


Ooc- For me, it is April 2005.


Ic- "Okay, don't worry... Nothing will happen..."

Ooc- For me, it is April 2005.


Ic- "Okay, don't worry... Nothing will happen..."

Mombota then went, "Got it. Anyway, the offensive begins at 2400 hrs, April 10th. Ready your men. I'll be making mine ready."

Mansfeld smiled a bit, "We'll see that they get the attack moving as planned... Anyway, do your men want body armor and OICW rifles? You'll have to give it all back eventually, our government doesn't trust blacks with such advanced equipment, no offense... Although we could give you some older model rifles and retired body armor, to keep that is."

Mombota went, "We have plenty of guns, Kalashnikovs and Mausers. Our men are accurate with them, but we will accept any weapons you can lend. As for body armor, we can accept loans of modern armor and grants of older types."

Mansfeld nodded a bit, "Sure, we'll get you all that stuff, we'll need to speak with your tribal leaders though..."

Mombota smiled: "Ah yes, Chief Mbele. He currently is the head of the Tribal Council....he is the man to speak to. He is somewhere in Central Natal, under heavy guard-A Xhosa agent tried to kill him, he is very watchful."

Mansfeld nodded his head a bit, "Okay... I'll need to escort him to Pretoria to see the top Commonwealth government officials."

Mombota went, "Good. Can you use a helicopter? He has a helipad, I do remember that. I will call him, again, he is very protective of his privacy."

Mombota did just that, using a sattelite phone to call Chief Mbele. Then after five minutes, Mombota came back.

"He will allow you to come and escort him. He does not care how you get there. He asks you use the password 'thunder' if you come in a car, if you use a helicopter or any other aircraft radio in and say 'the postman rings again.' Then, he can let you in. He asks that he also be allowed to bring his own bodyguards."

Mansfeld nodded his head a bit, "That will probably be okay, yeah... I'll have to check though, okay?"

Mombota said, "No problem."

Mansfeld smiled a bit, "Okay, I'll make a few calls and I'll probably have an answer for you within an hour or so, okay?"

Mombota nodded and said, "That is acceptable."

Ooc- Shall we jump ahead to the meeting of the leadership?




Ic-

At the city of Pretoria, the leaders of the Zulu forces were being led off of a Gazelle helicopter and towards the mansion of the governor-general, a one William Fabus. He was only 18, and his wife, Sylvia Katrina was only 17, but William was the favorite brother of the Czar, Roger Fabus, and anything William considered important, his brother would certainly spend the time to pay attention and listen.

If the Zulu leaders could win over William to fully supporting them, not only would they gain much needed help from Commonwealth Forces of South Africa, they might stand a chance of gaining Federal help.


All around the mansion though they could see guards, there must have been over forty thousand guards and three thousand tanks protecting the mansion (indeed, four entire brigades from the William Fabus SRG Division and four brigades from the Sylvia Katrina Fabus SRG Division)


Mansfeld walked closely behind the Zulu leaders, "This way, this way..."

They were in awe at the splendor of the estate, at least 100,000 acres in size, they only really got a good luck as they had been approaching in the helicopter. Perfectly arranged gardens, flawlessly clear artificial ponds, it was essentially a palace.

They themselves were the leaders of their tribe, and they lived decently enough, but their people lived mostly in huts and shacks, and here was one man and his wife with an army of guards and enough land for thousands of people to each have their own small farm, and he was just using it for gardens and looks.

The mansion itself was four stories, each story being about 50,000 square feet, quite decadent; but if the tribal leaders could have seen the Czar's estate, Stalingrad, they would have realized just what decadence was.

Chief Gerald Mbele was walking with his wife, Janeane, and the Zulu Tribal Council, through Mr. Fabus' estate in Pretoria. The Council had been summoned quite quickly, Mbele was out managing the war when Herr Mansfeld asked him to come to Pretoria. Now, they were here.

He indeed continued to be impressed with the splendor of it all. He knew the whites had resources, they had power, they had the guns, but this much? This was just a tad arrogant. Of course, he did not say that.

Mbele and the rest of the Zulu Tribal Council, War Ministers, Social Health Ministers and all, were led by Major Mansfeld, the man who was sent to pick him up, to Mr. Fabus' office. This was indeed an emergency of epic proportions. They had to persuade Mr. Fabus carefully. The Boers were helpful, but they also knew that to gain aid from the rest of the Commonwealth would be a boon to them. Perhaps they might be able to get good treatment out of this.

When they went inside, they bowed respectfully and said, "Good day, Mr. Fabus."

They all sat down.

Mbele began to speak. "Mr. Fabus. We come to you at a time of great urgency. The Xhosa, as you already know, are on the warpath, and bring death threats against both the Zulus, and the whites. They have killed Zulus, and we believe they feel that the Commonwealth troops you have placed on white farms are no threat."

"We have suffered greatly, and we have no shortage of men that have been putting up a valiant struggle. However, many of our guns are antiquated, we are low on medical supplies, and we must armor VW buses and Ford V-6 trucks to fight back. This prevents us from doing our utmost to stem the tide of Xhosa violence and disorder.

"Even worse, they are digging in everywhere in the Eastern Cape, and they have no intention of leaving Southern Natal province under our persuasion or the persuasion of the South African Commonwealth Forces. This they have said on numerous occasions to any envoys we tried to send, before they killed them."

"Mr. Fabus," he continued, "We know that the Federation seeks to maintain order and peace throught its territories, and ensure the safety of its citizens. We feel that the arrogance of the Xhosa is a continued threat to this peace, especially to whites in South Africa. The Xhosa are desperate, they have already raided the town of Newcastle and harmed some white residents in a violent frenzy to get food and supplies. If the Newcastle Siege could happen, who knows what they could do next?"

He then took a mainila envelope out of his pocket. "This envelope has data captured by our men during recent raids on Xhosa lines. It confirms they seek secession, and have begun to try and destroy jamming stations all over South Africa, and they also speak of horrible atrocities against Zulus and whites-things too horrible to repeat. They also wish to buy arms from foreign powers."

William cracked his knuckles, put his feet up on his desk, and an advisor stuck a cigar in his mouth and lit it for him...

He looked to Gerald, "Want one?"


After Gerald accepted the cigar, William then sighed and said, "Okay, here is what I'm going to do... Authorize four of the thirty Federal Divisions that are part of the garrison, to help take part in anti-Xhosa operations, and four of our own Commonwealth Parachute Divisions will immediately jump into combat and secure positions in vital areas... We're talking eight divisions here, nearly eighty thousand Federal and eighty thousand Commonwealth soldiers... My Commonwealth troops will be jumping out of their C-130s before the day is over, the Federals will take a bit longer to get the paperwork done for."

Gerald went, "That was even more than I expected...I thank you, sir. What of the matter of medical supplies? We are low on blood plasma and antibiotics, and we ensured none of our men had AIDS when they joined."

William nodded his head a bit, "Yes, yes, I understand... Anyway, we can also give all of your people the AIDs cure that you probably never even knew existed, we've had a cure for about fifteen years now."

Gerald smiled. "Well, we are very grateful for that, thank you. We had heard of such things, but we always found them out of our price range."

William yawned a bit, "One final matter, the farm attacks of 1990 to 2004, most of them were conducted by Xhosa and the ANC thugs, but we will require you to turn over any Zulu known or accused of having been involved in carrying out attacks... They will certainly all be given fair trials if investigations result in charges being brought against them."

The Zulu Minister for Justice went, "Very Well. There is not need for trials, we have 23 registered offenders in our jails accused of such vandalism. We will turn them over to you. Also, we will check for more, there are an estimated 12 known fugitives. Our Tribal Police will take care of them, and ensure they are handed to you."

The Zulu Minister for Justice went, "Very Well. There is not need for trials, we have 23 registered offenders in our jails accused of such vandalism. We will turn them over to you. Also, we will check for more, there are an estimated 12 known fugitives. Our Tribal Police will take care of them, and ensure they are handed to you."



William nearly erupted with rage, "Vandalism? Murdering white farmers and raping white women, and you call it vandalism? Butchering people with axes, necklacing people, cutting off genitals, killing live stock, beating white farmers to death with clubs, and such, and you call it vandalism? And our records state there are at least one hundred in the various Zulu tribes wanted for these sort of crimes."

OOC: This is an alt universe, so their law code change could happen....

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The Zulu Minister of Justice grew cold at this. "I neglected to mention that these were no ordinary vandals. We reformed our law codes in the wake of the rise in crime, and changed the definintion to include such stronger assaults on one's property as you have mentioned, such as livestock, not mere graffiti sprays. This was done by popular demand. And, this was their primary charge, forgive me, but I did not bring the files, so the only crime I could remember that they were charged with was vandalism. We also charged them with felony assault and murder, and the other crimes you have mentioned, and they are serving life sentences as a result. If you need proof, I can make the files of the Durban Police, the Natal Provincial Police, and the Zulu Tribal Police available to you."

"Plus, we could only find 23, that is the truth. We did our strongest, our best, to hunt them down. However, the various tribes have been unwilling to cooperate, they have issued punishments they have thought were appropriate, like hard labor and flogging. We tried to persuade them, but they displayed an almost paranoid devotion to the defense of what they considered to be just acts. Unfortunately, our people seemd to back this conclusion. However, we must tell them it is for our own good. We will hunt them down, and arrrest those that have hidden them."

The Justice Minister was about to scream something else at them, when Gerald interrceded and went, "Forgive Us, Mr. Fabus. The important thing is, we will find them, and bring them to justice."

William shook his head, "No, no, no... First of all, there are one hundred, and our intelligence operatives and secret police will find them and bring them to our justice. We will see any convicted of rape, robbery, murder, arson, terrorism, or instigation of the forementioned crimes, hanged and set ablaze."

William shook his head, "No, no, no... First of all, there are one hundred, and our intelligence operatives and secret police will find them and bring them to our justice. We will see any convicted of rape, robbery, murder, arson, terrorism, or instigation of the forementioned crimes, hanged and set ablaze."

The Justice Minister grew frustrated. "*Sigh*, I mean those registered ones we had caught, and we know about. I know now there are a hundred, plus. If there were more before that we would have known about, we would have had them rotting in jails, doing hard labor for the rest of their lives, getting the worst punishments. But, as I said, they were hidden by sympathizers."

William didn't like his tone, he stood up and walked for the door, "This meeting is over... I won't speak with anybody as long as they insist on taking a tone with me..."

He then walked out the door.

Gerald said to the Justice Minister, "Curb your tone! Fool, you have cost us a chance for aid! I hope you are happy."

Gerald went to William Fabus, bowed, and said, "Please excuse my Justice Minister, he rarely does this. I will have him punished, nay fired, sir, if that will get you to reconsider."

William stopped, turned around, and smiled, "No, an apology from him to me, would be acceptable, and it must be sincere... I will still assist you, I just want him to apologize and learn proper respect and etiquette for conferences and meetings..."

Gerald said, "Very well, he is quite capable of that."

He walked into the room, and said to the Justice Minister, "Apologize to Mr. Fabus, and mean it. Do you hear me? You have embarassed us all."

The Justice Minister said, "Very Well, sir."

He walked up to William Fabus, and said with great conviction and thought, "Mr. Fabus, I am sorry for taking such a tone with you earlier....I did not realize I was being rude. I have nearly embarassed myself and my people. I am sorry."

William shook his hand, "That is quite alright, to show you I am not a man to hold a grudge, you and your colleagues will each be given a car, an Eldorado, Cadillac, 1981 to be precise... And I will begin the paperwork to request the release of Federal forces to my command to resolve the problems facing your tribe."

The Justice Minster said, "Thank you, good sir. We will remember this well."

Gerald, hearing this to ensure the Justice minister actually said sorry, too said thanks.

"You have been a very gracious host, sir. We look forward to dealing with you later."

William smiled a bit, "Well, I have to be moving along, I need to see how my wife and child are doing, okay... It was nice talking with all of you."

The Zulus bowed, said thanks, and then returned to their helicopters.

Meanwhile, as the Zulu Chief rode away on his Gazelle, he began to write a speech to his people, telling them about this momentous day.

William sat back and lit up a cigar as the zulus left, waiting to hear word from them over the phone when they received the promised weapons.

OOC: Is this what you meant?

IC:

A few hours later Chief Mbele issued his speech.


"People of the Zulu tribe. For the past few weeks, we have been beset with strife and terror, brought about by the Xhosa. They call us collaborators and slaves. We are not such. They lie, cheat, murder, and talk of seceding from our great land. We will not stand for this anymore."

"I have just gotten off of a conference with William Fabus. He is a good man, and one who will aid us in vanquishing this evil. He has pledged the aid of Commonwealth and Federal forces in our righteous crusade. He wil also end the scourge of AIDS among us, and provide us with good medicines. We thank him, once again, for these pledges."

"Now, my people, there is a long road ahead of us. The war still rages, the violence stil haunts us. But soon, we will vanquish it, and put it to flight, like a fly getting swiped. We will prevail."

The people cheered.

Meanwhile, Mombota's Zulu troops saw a C-130 flying over their lines. It began to paradrop supplies.....such as flak jackets. And medicine that could fight AIDS, and releive battlefield maladies. And guns.

The troops rejoiced. Perhaps there was something to be gained by trusting the whites after all......

The scene was repeated all over Natal, in trucks, C-130's, Piper Cubs, any means of transport. Chief Mbele was getting flooded with calls of thanks.

The Chief called Mr. Fabus. "Mr. Fabus.....I am getting happy news from all over.....we have recieved the promised arms and supplies."

William picked up the phone and dialed the leader of the Zulu tribe, "So you got the first shipments alright?"

Mbele's voice was filled with joy. "Yes. Very yes! We got the first shipments, I am being flooded with thank you calls and I hear the mood is good. Thanks again....the troops are loving this. How can we repay you?"

William shook his head, "Nothing, nothing... Well, if you wanted, find the best five thousand warriors you have, and we can form them into a special forces brigade with white officers and NCOs to lead the unit."

William shook his head, "Nothing, nothing... Well, if you wanted, find the best five thousand warriors you have, and we can form them into a special forces brigade with white officers and NCOs to lead the unit."

Mbele smiled, and went, "Mr. Fabus, I am willing to do that. The idea is not only tactically smart, but it perhaps may come to symbolize the productive and positive nature of our alliance."

William nodded his head a bit, "Yes, you do realize though that the Special Forces Brigade we form from your tribe, they won't be allowed to be deployed against white citizens, the community wouldn't stand for it, neither would I or the Senate, or my brother for that matter."

Gerald nodded, and went, "We understand that perfectly. We would not wish for any entagling or harmful situations that would bring ruin to both sides..."

William smiled, "Good, I'm glad you understand... Oh, some more shipments will be arriving for your people in a few hours, some by trucks, some of the commercial farmers donated some of their surpluses when they heard your people don't really know much about commercial farming and were basically eating what they could find..."

Gerald nodded, and replied, "Thank you, good sir again. Yes, our people are maily subsistence farmers, and the harvest has been bad.......especially since the Xhosa enjoy taking our crops and burning all those they don't need. We will use the donations well."

William sighed, "Okay, I'll see about having a Commonwealth parachute division, split into battalions and regiments, and immediately deploy one to each of your most important areas..."

Gerald went, "Understood, yes. Thank you again, unfortunately, I must be going....I have to speak with the head of our forces to make final preparations for the coordinated campaign in Southern Natal...and to speak with him about the proposed special unit we will form."

William smiled slightly, said, "Okay, well good luck with all that, we'll see about sending air support." He then hung up as he too had to go.

Gerald then went to the head of the Zulu Natal Volunteers office.

The head of the Zulu Natal Volunteers, Thabo Mandela (not related to the man whose government was displaced, a fact he was eager to point out with great clarity and frustration) was a large man. 6 foot tall, and muscular, he was a giant of a man, and he certainly towered over the other Zulus.

He smiled and said, "Good day, sir."

Gerald went, "Good day, Thabo. I got off the phone with William Fabus. He will send air support, and Commonwealth troops. He does ask for one thing......"

Thabo went, "What?"

Gerald went, "He wishes us to form a special unit, to be led by whites. 5,000 strong."

Thabo went, "Hmm...interesting.....I kinda like the irony, obviously it will have to be led by whites....I like it, it will be a good thing. I mean, everybody's gone gangbusters for the Mississippians, and they have the experience, though I would think they wouldn't have the same level of respect. Perhaps that has changed as of late."

"I think I could find 5,000 men....it will not be easy, I will have to canvasse all of the units of the ZNV, and even ask for volunteers with experience. Still, it would be worth it."

Gerald went jovally, "Get on it, man! I see great things coming.....what of the offensive?"

Thabo went, "Well, our forces are in position. The Mississippians are getting ready, they are ready to parachute-hell have been parachuting-into enemy lines. They are sending men to join us. We cuirrently have about 100,000 men near the forts, ready to attack at midnight. With the Mississippians, the number will increase. They will also bring poison gas.....a good thing for us, bad for them."

At that statement, he smiled.

Gerald went, "Excellent, get talking, and get that announcement posted! We can do this!"

A few days later, William had a message sent to the leadership of the Zulu Council, asking, "How is the brigade effort coming along?"

Gerald smiled, "We have the 5,000 men, all of our best shots and most courageous and reliable. They are outside of Durban, awaiting your officers."

The messenger relayed word to Governor Fabus who promptly picked up the phone and called the commander of the three SASAAS regiments in Durban, telling them to find twenty officers from their ranks to form the leadership of the regiment of the black brigade to be given special forces training.


A few hours later, a white major came to the black forces camp outside the city, asking for the leader as he shouted, "Who is in charge here?"

One man stepped forward. He said, "Sir, my name is General Elliot Cetawayo. I am the commander of this unit. We are ready for your orders."

The major smiled, "Good, good..." He walked up and down the rows of men, "They look like soldiers, but can they fight like soldiers? We'll soon see..."

Cetawayo said, "Sir? Would you like me to give a drill and ceremonies demonstration, and test their discipline?"

He nodded his head, "Yes, get on with it."

Cetewayo said, "Men! Left hace!"

The troops executed a flawless left hace.

"Right hace!"

The troops repeated their performance, this time turning right.

Cetewayo then repeated the excercise, testing them on their port arms, shoulder arms and at ease positions. He then had them do a basic march, a series of pivot turns, and he went through their haces, and their oblique and flank march turns, as well as other manuevers.

Each time, the troops did them impeccably......

The officer nodded his head and smiled, "They seem to be able to drill properly... But what about accurate shooting and assault techniques?"

Cetawayo then said, "These men are our best shots....Assault, they are brave, and these men are veterans of anti-Xhosa raids, though they have yet to see a major urban scenario. We will be glad to test both of these, we have a SWAT-style shoot-house and a firing range to prove this, the shoot-house using live men and training rounds to test readiness and skill at room clearing."

The officer nodded his head, motioning at the lines of men with his baton, "I don't want to be told what they can do... I want to be shown... Show me... Have them do their drills and movements through the obstacles and in the shoot-house."

Cetawayo said, "Yes, sir."

He had the men do their drills. First, he sent them through the shoot house, where they did very well at clearing out the targets, in this case, using live men and training rounds. They lost a man, but that was because he had tripped and fell into the firing path of one of the bogeys.

Then, cetawayo, lined up the men, and had them demonstrate their shooting skills, using paper man-shaped targets and moving targets.

Lining up their sights, they managed to hit the target's head, dead center, alomost all of the time, with excellent aim. The moving targets, of all things, a simple R/C Car and a balloon set, proved no more difficult for the men, who managed to get the target as it whizzed around wlidly, with a very good degree of accuracy and using a relatively low amount of shots.

The officer shook his head, "One of your men is dead because he got careless... You will all do this drill one hundred more times until not a single one of you has a single scratch from this drill... And as for shooting, you will all practice hostage rescue shooting, since out in the rural areas, many of your civilians may be in peril from Xhosa..."


The hostage drill was to consit of two balloons, one red (enemy) and one blue (hostage) tied to a remote controlled car which would move along in any direction the SASAAS deemed fit, and then the Zulu would have to shoot the red without hitting the blue.

The officer shook his head, "One of your men is dead because he got careless... You will all do this drill one hundred more times until not a single one of you has a single scratch from this drill... And as for shooting, you will all practice hostage rescue shooting, since out in the rural areas, many of your civilians may be in peril from Xhosa..."


The hostage drill was to consit of two balloons, one red (enemy) and one blue (hostage) tied to a remote controlled car which would move along in any direction the SASAAS deemed fit, and then the Zulu would have to shoot the red without hitting the blue.

Cetawayo said, "Very well."

He turned and faced the men. "You heard the man! Get ready for the drill, reload your guns, and line up."

The men did this, and got ready for the drill.

One of the SASAAS lieutenants along with six MSAAS enlisted personnel formed up and readied to start the drill, to show the Zulu how the SAAS did things.

The commanding officer smiled at the Zulu leader, then pointed his club in the direction of his men, "Tell your men to watch how they do it first, then try to do it like them... The SAAS way is a fine way indeed."

One of the SASAAS lieutenants along with six MSAAS enlisted personnel formed up and readied to start the drill, to show the Zulu how the SAAS did things.

The commanding officer smiled at the Zulu leader, then pointed his club in the direction of his men, "Tell your men to watch how they do it first, then try to do it like them... The SAAS way is a fine way indeed."

Cetawayo nodded and turned to his men and said, "Watch the SAAS. They will show you how it is done."

The men stood ramrod straight, and looked attentively at the scene before them.

The SAAS kicked off the drill by blowing open a door with a small breaching charge, just powerful enough to bring the door in, but not to harm any hostages that might be held inside. Another team knocked out a side window, while one more team gained entry via the roof. They moved to secure each room after tossing flash bangs or fragmentation grenades inside, depending on what they knew the room contained, rooms with civilians were flash banged, rooms with only hostiles were "fragged".

Each man cleared his sector, right, left, or straight, as they entered the room, not even daring to move into another man's sector, trusting his comrade to clear his assigned sector. It was the trust that enabled them to secure the entire two story building, twenty-six rooms, in a matter of fifty-two seconds.

They had destroyed sixteen hostile targets and had saved three civilians.

The SAAS kicked off the drill by blowing open a door with a small breaching charge, just powerful enough to bring the door in, but not to harm any hostages that might be held inside. Another team knocked out a side window, while one more team gained entry via the roof. They moved to secure each room after tossing flash bangs or fragmentation grenades inside, depending on what they knew the room contained, rooms with civilians were flash banged, rooms with only hostiles were "fragged".

Each man cleared his sector, right, left, or straight, as they entered the room, not even daring to move into another man's sector, trusting his comrade to clear his assigned sector. It was the trust that enabled them to secure the entire two story building, twenty-six rooms, in a matter of fifty-two seconds.

They had destroyed sixteen hostile targets and had saved three civilians.

The Zulus took note of this.

Then, Cetawayo said, "Now...you will follow their example. Do the drill over and over again, one hundred times! You want to fight the Xhosa, I suggest you do your homework!"

The Zulus complied, and began running the drill again. This time, nobody died, and they did better in clearing out rooms, using flashbangs to clear out rooms with hostages and grenades to clean out rooms with hostiles only, and then relying on each man to clear his designated sector.

The drill finished, with the Zulus freeing two civilians and taking out sixteen men.

Cetawayo said, "Nice...now do it again!"

The men groaned, but Cetawayo's glare shut them up. They dutifully and vigorously began to repeat the drill again and again.......improving each time, and getting a grasp on how to clear out rooms with the same level of skill, attention to detail and awareness that the SAAS did it by.

The officer smiled and nodded his head, watching the men with interest as they performed the drill.

After a few hours, he smiled once more and said, "Very good, they're doing it quite well now, see practice makes perfect."

The officer smiled and nodded his head, watching the men with interest as they performed the drill.

After a few hours, he smiled once more and said, "Very good, they're doing it quite well now, see practice makes perfect."

Cetawayo said, "Well, after a few hours, they will be good men. Naturally, this will be an everyday occurence."

Indeed by this time, the Zulus were getting times of 53 seconds to 40 seconds, such was their improvement.

Still, they would do it again and again, they were only on their sixth or tenth attempt.

The officer checked his watch, nodded his head, motioned with his stick towards the house and said, "Keep doing it... I'm going out for lunch, I'll be back later."


He turned and walked off, heading towards his nearby jeep.

The officer checked his watch, nodded his head, motioned with his stick towards the house and said, "Keep doing it... I'm going out for lunch, I'll be back later."


He turned and walked off, heading towards his nearby jeep.

Cetawayo nodded, and turned to the house. The men had finished their tenth try.

"You there! Do it again! I should'nt have to remind you!"

The men dutifully agreed, and ran the test again and again...each time getting better and displaying excellent levels of improvement.

A few hours later, the officer returned, he looked at the Zulu officer and chuckled, "Are they still running the course? Let them stop for lunch, quick but still they need lunch..."

Cetawayo noted, "Ah yes, it is that time of day, is it not?"

He blew a whistle. "Alright men, report for lunch, half an hour, then it is back to work!"

The men breathed a sigh of relief and marched to the mess hall. Cetawayo followed them in, making sure they obeyed.

The officer took off his helmet, set it down, and then sat on it. Leaning against one of the walls of the shoot-house as he took out a pouch of chewing tobacco and packed it against his cheeks. He then turned back to the Zulu commander, extending the pouch and saying, "Eh? Want some?"

The officer took off his helmet, set it down, and then sat on it. Leaning against one of the walls of the shoot-house as he took out a pouch of chewing tobacco and packed it against his cheeks. He then turned back to the Zulu commander, extending the pouch and saying, "Eh? Want some?"

Cetawayo said, "No thanks, I prefer cigarettes."

He pulled out a pack of Camels, and lit one up, smoking it.

The officer looked around and saw that most of the rest of his subordinates were starting to return from lunch.

He leaned over and told the Zulu officer, "Get your men ready, we're going to do some real patrols tonight, I want three companies to split into sections, four men each, they're going to each team up with an MSAAS section and will be in the Western Cape."

The officer looked around and saw that most of the rest of his subordinates were starting to return from lunch.

He leaned over and told the Zulu officer, "Get your men ready, we're going to do some real patrols tonight, I want three companies to split into sections, four men each, they're going to each team up with an MSAAS section and will be in the Western Cape."

Cetawayo said, "Not a problem."

As the men filed out, Cetawayo said, "Men, Line UP!"

The men lined up.

Cetawayo said, "Now hear this! Get ready. I want three companies to split into four men sections. You're going on patrol tonight with the MSAAS. Grab your stuff, and report back here soon!"

The men complied, running to their barracks and preparing for the operations ahead.

The officer shook his head, "Don't have them form back up into lines just yet, we'll have Mi-24s coming by later tonight, about 1900, when they're here, then it's time for them to go, okay?"

The officer shook his head, "Don't have them form back up into lines just yet, we'll have Mi-24s coming by later tonight, about 1900, when they're here, then it's time for them to go, okay?"

Cetawayo went, "Alright, still, it pays to be prepared."

He yelled to the men. "You can calm down some, boys, you're not forming up just yet. They're not coming until 1900. In the meantime, don't get too comfortable, you'll be doing laps, six around the parade ground, full gear. Go!"

The men obeyed, and began running laps.

The officer nodded his head and then walked off, he'd return at 1800 to make sure everybody was readying to assemble for the Mi-24s that would be arriving at 1900.


Whatever happened, it was going to be a long night in the rural areas near Durban, where they were going to on patrol. The artillery from Durban had been causing heavy losses against bands of guerillas in the area for hours.

The officer nodded his head and then walked off, he'd return at 1800 to make sure everybody was readying to assemble for the Mi-24s that would be arriving at 1900.


Whatever happened, it was going to be a long night in the rural areas near Durban, where they were going to on patrol. The artillery from Durban had been causing heavy losses against bands of guerillas in the area for hours.

In the meantime, the troops ran their laps.

Cetawayo then told them when they were finished, "Alright, men, get cleaned up, and get ready for later. You can stand down for now, but I want you all to be mindful that we have a job to do tonight, and that we must do our utmost. Remember, four-man sections, so pick people you can trust to watch your back and you can trust to pay attention to what is going on around them."

"Go!"

The men ran to the locker room to get cleaned up.

Cetawayo, in the meantime, smoked another Camel, and stared thoughtfully into the distance, assured that with the right tools and training, his men would be okay.

At 18:15, the officer returned, he immediately shook his head at the smoking Zulu officer, "If you're going out on the patrol, no smoking, tell all men that if they break light or noise discipline, they'll be in big trouble. Okay then, tell them to get ready, we're heading out soon..."

At 18:15, the officer returned, he immediately shook his head at the smoking Zulu officer, "If you're going out on the patrol, no smoking, tell all men that if they break light or noise discipline, they'll be in big trouble. Okay then, tell them to get ready, we're heading out soon..."

Cetawayo put out his cigarette, and called his men to attention.

"Atten-hut!"

The men filed out, lining up, perfectly ordered and ready for battle.

He then said, "We're moving out soon. No smoking or noise, or waving lights about like little kids telling ghost stories, or I will not hesitate to make you suffer! You get me!?"

The men yelled, "Sir, yes, sir!"

Cetawayo said, "Now, men, form up into your groups. Tonight is for real, so don't mess up!"

The men formed up into their sections, and got ready to move out.

The officer smiled as he got new orders over the radio, he turned to the Zulu officer, "Change of plans, we need your entire brigade, we're going into combat alongside four Federal Infantry Divisions and two Commonwealth Parachute Divisions, somewhere between Durban and East London, the area needs to be cleared for construction of a new city that they want to get started shortly. Alice, the name of the city is going to be Alice."

The officer smiled as he got new orders over the radio, he turned to the Zulu officer, "Change of plans, we need your entire brigade, we're going into combat alongside four Federal Infantry Divisions and two Commonwealth Parachute Divisions, somewhere between Durban and East London, the area needs to be cleared for construction of a new city that they want to get started shortly. Alice, the name of the city is going to be Alice."

Cetawayo was surprised, but he hid it and said, "Very well, we will do as ordered."

He turned and said, "New plan, men, we're all to join four Federal Infantry Divisions and two Commonwealth Parachute Divisons to clear out the area between Durban and East London, we're going to help make a new city."

The men muttered, and then Cetawayo said, "Alright, enough out of you, just do as you're told."

The men shut up, and returned to ranks.

A few dozen large cargo trucks suddenly came barreling down the road, stopping in front of the assembled body of men. Inside was mid 90s issue Federal Body Armor, with plates, a bit heavy at 12 pounds per vest with plates, but quite good for stopping 308, 762x39, and 223 caliber armor piercing ammunition.


The officer motioned with his hand, cigar in it, at the trucks, "Your men should get their armor on, make sure it's on so it fits snug but not too snug..."

Cetawayo nodded, and ordered his men: "Line up, each man gets a vest, make sure its snug, but not too snug, we want you to fight, not act like little prettyboys and fuss with your clothing!"

The Zulus marched up to the truck, each man got a vest.

There were some difficulties, some had trouble finding a good size, but mainly the process went smoothly, the men were outfitted with vests.

The officer nodded his head and then listened over the radio, transporation was on the way.


He shouted, "Listen up everybody! We're heaing about sixty miles away, we're going to be moving in partially airborne and partially mechanized... I want you all to stay sharp!"


As he was talking, the Mi-24s were already on their way to the location, and over 600 BMP-3s were en route to the area as well.

The officer nodded his head and then listened over the radio, transporation was on the way.


He shouted, "Listen up everybody! We're heaing about sixty miles away, we're going to be moving in partially airborne and partially mechanized... I want you all to stay sharp!"


As he was talking, the Mi-24s were already on their way to the location, and over 600 BMP-3s were en route to the area as well.

The men nodded and said, "Yes, sir!"

About half an hour later, the area was flooded with BMPs and the nearby flat fields were packed with Mi-24s that were landing to take on troops.


The officer shouted loud so as to be heard over the noise, "Get the men on the choppers and the vehicles, quickly."

About half an hour later, the area was flooded with BMPs and the nearby flat fields were packed with Mi-24s that were landing to take on troops.


The officer shouted loud so as to be heard over the noise, "Get the men on the choppers and the vehicles, quickly."

Cetawayo blew a whistle. "Go!"

The men filed onboard the helicopters and the BMP-3's in an orderly yet quick manner.

About an hour later, the first helicopters came in over the LZs, hot LZs, the Xhosa started pouring AK and RPG fire against the approaching helicopters, but they were silenced well enough by the 57mm rocket pods on the Mi-24s.


The first helicopters from the group hovered low over the ground, about a foot over the ground, they knew what to do...


The BMPs were fast en route to the area, intended to reinforce the main attack launched by the helicopter mounted soldiers about an hour or two after the first shows were expected to be fired.

About an hour later, the first helicopters came in over the LZs, hot LZs, the Xhosa started pouring AK and RPG fire against the approaching helicopters, but they were silenced well enough by the 57mm rocket pods on the Mi-24s.


The first helicopters from the group hovered low over the ground, about a foot over the ground, they knew what to do...


The BMPs were fast en route to the area, intended to reinforce the main attack launched by the helicopter mounted soldiers about an hour or two after the first shows were expected to be fired.

The Zulus left the helicopter, and began to move out, mopping up and clearing out any Xhosa that survived the initial rocket barrage from the Mi-24's. They moved in their squads, cohesively manuvering and forcing the Xhosa opposition away from the area.

A few were hit, but the majority of the Zulus were alright, they soon were on the hunt for more Xhosa. Their training was about to be put to the test.

One of the Xhosa fired wildly with his Egyptian made AK before his magazine ran empty and he shouted, "I surrender!". The Zulu had been told by the MSAAS officers before the operation began that prisoners were to be taken for interrogation purposes, so not to kill anybody, but don't hesitate to rough them up a bit to let them know who was in charge.


A few other small bands of Xhosa were fading off into the woods to try to rejoin their main force, two regiments, a few miles down the road. The forces the Zulu were currently fighting were just a reinforced company detached to cover the area.


About six of the remaining Xhosa threw their arms into the air and shouted, "We surrender!"

One of the Xhosa fired wildly with his Egyptian made AK before his magazine ran empty and he shouted, "I surrender!". The Zulu had been told by the MSAAS officers before the operation began that prisoners were to be taken for interrogation purposes, so not to kill anybody, but don't hesitate to rough them up a bit to let them know who was in charge.


A few other small bands of Xhosa were fading off into the woods to try to rejoin their main force, two regiments, a few miles down the road. The forces the Zulu were currently fighting were just a reinforced company detached to cover the area.


About six of the remaining Xhosa threw their arms into the air and shouted, "We surrender!"


The Zulu squad leader went, "Get on the ground, hands behind your head! NOW!"

They waved at them with their guns, walking towards them to prepare them for capture. The Xhosa got down, fearfully, and the Zulus bound their hands together and picked them up by the scruff of their necks.

The squad leader said, "Follow, and keep your mouths shut!"

The Zulus led the Xhosa, who complied, and led them behind the lines to the proper authorities.

OOC: Was I supposed to take them? If not, I can edit.

The officer's of the MSAAS were waiting behind the lines with a tactical intelligence gathering team to interrogate the Xhosa prisoners.


One of the officers looked at the men being brought in, and then smiled at their captors, he handed the Zulu a bottle of brandy and said, "Good job..."

(OOC: DA, please check your TGs.)

The officer's of the MSAAS were waiting behind the lines with a tactical intelligence gathering team to interrogate the Xhosa prisoners.


One of the officers looked at the men being brought in, and then smiled at their captors, he handed the Zulu a bottle of brandy and said, "Good job..."

The Zulu squad leader saluted and said, "Thank you, sir."

He then put the bottle away in his knapsack, making sure to keep it as safe as possible, he wanted to enjoy this stuff later.

The Xhosa immediately threw an entire battalion into a frontal assault against the advancing Zulu. The men came charging down out of the woods, about five hundred of them, shouting and screaming as they blazed away with their AK-47s and other rifles.


One of the men, probably their commander, had a spear in his hand which he threw far, making it land at least fifty yards away, in the open, a challenge to the Zulu.

They continued to advance, firing their RPGs and AK-47s as fast as they could.

The Xhosa immediately threw an entire battalion into a frontal assault against the advancing Zulu. The men came charging down out of the woods, about five hundred of them, shouting and screaming as they blazed away with their AK-47s and other rifles.


One of the men, probably their commander, had a spear in his hand which he threw far, making it land at least fifty yards away, in the open, a challenge to the Zulu.

They continued to advance, firing their RPGs and AK-47s as fast as they could.

The Zulus reacted, their discipline holding, even as they lost about 10-18 men. The Xhosa wanted a fight, fine.

They let the Xhosa come to them, and then they moved, the Zulus pouring fire into the Xhosa ranks with their own machine guns and firing their own rockets firing as fast and as violently as possible.

OOC: What are they equipped with? Federal arms or the stuff they had before....

The Xhosa started to fall in droves, dozens dying here and there. They attempted to get even closer, to rush as fast as they could into hand grenade range. Still they poured on the fire, and now it was even worse, 4 12.7mm machine guns had been setup at about 400 meters from the main Zulu line.


Almost immediately after they started firing, a group of Mi-24s pounced on two of the machine guns, silencing it with 57mm rockets. But suddenly something nobody anticipated happened, Sa-7s slammed into a group of Mi-24s, 4 went down immediately, the rest retreated to a safe distance while mortars and snipers went to work trying to silence the AA teams.

The Xhosa started to fall in droves, dozens dying here and there. They attempted to get even closer, to rush as fast as they could into hand range. Still they poured on the fire, and now it was even worse, 4 12.7mm machine guns had been setup at about 400 meters from the main Zulu line.


Almost immediately after they started firing, a group of Mi-24s pounced on two of the machine guns, silencing it with 57mm rockets. But suddenly something nobody anticipated happened, Sa-7s slammed into a group of Mi-24s, 4 went down immediately, the rest retreated to a safe distance while mortars and snipers went to work trying to silence the AA teams.

The Zulu were taking losses, and though the line still held, the Zulus beating back the grenadiers, Cetawayo, who was leading the main attack, was unsure if they could keep this up.

He noticed the machine guns the Xhosa had put up in the distance, he ordered some men to take out the positions and clear the way.

Soon, several squads of men, armed with rockets and hand s, moved as quickly as possible. Moving close to them, they attacked, getting the Xhosa, who were busy atacking the others. Though the men took some causalties, the MG's were disabled, and the Zulus began a general counterattack, using rockets, rifle s, and rifle fire.

The Xhosa suddenly sprung a surprise, out of the woods rolled a dozen T-72 battle tanks, with an entire company of accompanying infantry blazing away with small arms to provide cover for the advancing tanks... Things had just gotten interesting.


The first three tanks moved to drive a wedge between the MSAAS advance teams and the Zulu supporting units.


The second three tanks moved to try to circle around to the right of the Zulu.


The third group of tanks, along with the fourth group, just attempted to smash straight into the Zulu front lines.

The Xhosa suddenly sprung a surprise, out of the woods rolled a dozen T-72 battle tanks, with an entire company of accompanying infantry blazing away with small arms to provide cover for the advancing tanks... Things had just gotten interesting.


The first three tanks moved to drive a wedge between the MSAAS advance teams and the Zulu supporting units.


The second three tanks moved to try to circle around to the right of the Zulu.


The third group of tanks, along with the fourth group, just attempted to smash straight into the Zulu front lines.

The Zulus fell back, but as always, still held their discipline.

The Zulus reacted to the tanks, from all sides, they began dispensing rockets like the Apocalypse had come.....

All took large hits due to the Xhosa support troops, but concentrated RPK and M60 fire forced them back.

The T-72s started to erupt into flames, one after the other. The last few formed up into a group of four and made one last attempt against the Zulu center line, while a barrage of mortars laid down rolling fire, advancing it as the tanks and infantry advanced forward. The Xhosa plan was simple, overwhelm the Zulu with firepower, and masses of numbers, and they were now ready to really give it the attention it deserved, they were throwing in an entire brigade of 4,000 soldiers against the Zulu advanced guard.


From all around, almost out of nowhere, thousands of screaming Xhosa, guns blazing, swooped down on the hard-pressed Zulu, smashing headlong into their lines.

The T-72s started to erupt into flames, one after the other. The last few formed up into a group of four and made one last attempt against the Zulu center line, while a barrage of mortars laid down rolling fire, advancing it as the tanks and infantry advanced forward. The Xhosa plan was simple, overwhelm the Zulu with firepower, and masses of numbers, and they were now ready to really give it the attention it deserved, they were throwing in an entire brigade of 4,000 soldiers against the Zulu advanced guard.


From all around, almost out of nowhere, thousands of screaming Xhosa, guns blazing, swooped down on the hard-pressed Zulu, smashing headlong into their lines.

The Zulu brought up their own reinforcements, some 1,000 men, but this came after Cetawayo, the leader, had to fall back to a more protected position.

They began to set up machine guns and mortars everywhere. If the Xhosa wanted to charge, fine, but they would get an experience not felt since the Somme.

The Xhosa surged forward, and the Zulus turned up the heat, pouring MG fire and mortar shells, plus even more rockets and WP grenades into the Xhosa lines.

Cetawayo, to hedge his bets, even called for air support.

Forty Mirage F1s and ten Su-25s flew in over the area, pounding anything on the Xhosa side that was moving. A few small Zulu units that got overzealous in their pursuit of a few Xhosa patrols that were falling back to the main body, wound up getting hit by cannon fire from the air support, it wasn't really friendly fire in the sense that they weren't in friendly zones, they were in zones known to be held by the enemy, and they weren't even marked properly, they should have been popping red smoke to tell the planes to avoid them.



At another area on the battlefield, three dozen B-52s pulverized any Xhosa that were foolish enough to move out from their trenches and foxholes. And those that stayed in them were destroyed by Hydrogen cyanide fired from Mi-24s, the gas dispersed in less than a minute, so it never had time to drift into Zulu lines.

But just to be safe, the VG command radioed the Zulu and told them, "Chemical Code Black" (Suit up in full NBC gear, masks on)

Forty Mirage F1s and ten Su-25s flew in over the area, pounding anything on the Xhosa side that was moving. A few small Zulu units that got overzealous in their pursuit of a few Xhosa patrols that were falling back to the main body, wound up getting hit by cannon fire from the air support, it wasn't really friendly fire in the sense that they weren't in friendly zones, they were in zones known to be held by the enemy, and they weren't even marked properly, they should have been popping red smoke to tell the planes to avoid them.



At another area on the battlefield, three dozen B-52s pulverized any Xhosa that were foolish enough to move out from their trenches and foxholes. And those that stayed in them were destroyed by Hydrogen cyanide fired from Mi-24s, the gas dispersed in less than a minute, so it never had time to drift into Zulu lines.

But just to be safe, the VG command radioed the Zulu and told them, "Chemical Code Black" (Suit up in full NBC gear, masks on)

The Zulu hunkered down, and suited up for the chemical onslaught ahead.

The hydrogen cyanide had already been fired, and only minor amounts drifted towards the Zulu lines, and the MSAAS lines, but they were all suited up and the gas dispersed totally in a few minutes anyway.


It was time to press on, hammer home the attack and surround the enemy. A parachute battalion of South African Commonwealth soldiers along with a regiment of Namibian SAAS, had arrived on the battlefield and were hitting the enemy positions from the rear. Things were developing fast now, one last push might send the enemy into a rout.

The Zulus decided to teach the Xhosa one final lesson. They began moving forward, pouncing on any Xhosa infantry unfortunate enough to get in the way and pouring fire on them as always, capturing those who looked important, and shooting the rest.

Their charge forward caused the Xhosa to panic, and they began fleeing. THere was a clear look of terror in their eyes, no one could doubt that.

Before long, the fight would be over.

What was left of the Xhosa formations in the area rapidly began to surrender as they were being caught in the cross-fire of the MSAAS and Zulu heavy weapons, and with the addition of chemical weaponry, against which they had no defense, there was nothing they could do. Further resistance was futile.

What was left of the Xhosa formations in the area rapidly began to surrender as they were being caught in the cross-fire of the MSAAS and Zulu heavy weapons, and with the addition of chemical weaponry, against which they had no defense, there was nothing they could do. Further resistance was futile.

The Zulus soon began delivering their prisoners, a large group of forlorn Xhosa, mainly what excuses they had for NCO's and Officers, and brought them to the rear lines for questioning.

Cetawayo smiled. His men had taken heavy hits, but he was damn proud of them. The Xhosa here had surrendered, and those who didn't want to either died or wisely ran, where the MSAAS and the other Zulu militias would get them eventually.

The MSAAS major who was leading the MSAAS units asked the Zulu commander, "What is your situation? Do you have a situational update of your forces and how the prisoner taking is going?"

The MSAAS major who was leading the MSAAS units asked the Zulu commander, "What is your situation? Do you have a situational update of your forces and how the prisoner taking is going?"

Cetawayo said, "We have taken severe casualties, at least 200 dead, 400 wounded......we are moving forward, our men have the situation in hand. We are ferreting out the Xhosa militiamen, they are on the run, some militia units of the Zulu Natal Volunteers have been spotted, they got some of the runaways. We've got at least 50, if not more, prisoners, we took mainly NCO's and Officers, they're more liable to know something."

He pointed to the train of men, bound together by ropes and handcuffs, who looked forlorn and even took time to get angry at their Zulu escorts, who simply hit them with the butt of their rifles to shut them up.

The officer shook his head, "Don't beat them to move them forward, we want them unbruised at least for now, they need to be paraded in front of the media..."

The officer shook his head, "Don't beat them to move them forward, we want them unbruised at least for now, they need to be paraded in front of the media..."

Cetawayo said, "In that case....."

He then ordered the men, in Zulu: "Let up on them, don't damage them, we want them shipped intact."

The men obeyed, a little reluctantly, letting up.

The officer then nodded his head and motioned out at where the fighting had been going on, "Go get your wounded out of there, make sure you have men pulling security while this is going on, we don't want a surprise attack by any enemy remnants. Also, get all the weapons and valuable supplies off the battlefield, keep watch that their dead haven't been booby-trapped, make sure their wounded don't try anything either. Don't let them put their hands on their heads, make them keep them up in the air, sometimes people tuck pistols into their hats or helmets."

The officer then nodded his head and motioned out at where the fighting had been going on, "Go get your wounded out of there, make sure you have men pulling security while this is going on, we don't want a surprise attack by any enemy remnants. Also, get all the weapons and valuable supplies off the battlefield, keep watch that their dead haven't been booby-trapped, make sure their wounded don't try anything either. Don't let them put their hands on their heads, make them keep them up in the air, sometimes people tuck pistols into their hats or helmets."

Cetawayo said, "Got it."

He then radioed in to the other Zulu units in the field, and gave them those instructions.

Before long, the Zulu units began medevacing their wounded out, it was a mess. The Zulu also began performing searches for valuable supplies and weapons, making sure to check for booby traps. Any wounded that somehow survived the previous fight were ordered to keep their hands up, and were escorted to the rear lines, bound and/or handcuffed.

Good thing they were careful, because many of the Xhosa dead were rigged with "toe-popper" mines and IED's.....taking care to check the bodies from a safe distance, nobody got hurt, the Zulu wanted to keep casualties low right about now.

A few hours later, the men were all sitting around in a recently constructed field base. The MSAAS was handling security alongside a few patrols of Zulu.


One of the men, a lieutenant, handed a 50 pound crate of cigars and cigarettes to the Zulu NCO and said, "There, my commander said to make sure you get those to your men."

A few hours later, the men were all sitting around in a recently constructed field base. The MSAAS was handling security alongside a few patrols of Zulu.


One of the men, a lieutenant, handed a 50 pound crate of cigars and cigarettes to the Zulu NCO and said, "There, my commander said to make sure you get those to your men."

The Zulu NCO said, "Hot dog! Thank you, sir!"

When his men got back, he distributed a cigar and a pack of cigarettes to every man that wanted one.

The officer nodded his head and then walked over to find the Zulu commander, to tell him that the MSAAS major wanted a total tally of all losses and information on the wounded.

The officer nodded his head and then walked over to find the Zulu commander, to tell him that the MSAAS major wanted a total tally of all losses and information on the wounded.

Cetawayo, the Zulu commander, said, "Yes, sir, it shal be done."

Then, several minutes later, he got the news back.

The total losses for the Zulus were a ferocious 350 killed, 450 wounded.

The Xhosa, it was unclear how many really died at this time, but at least 800-989 were counted killed, and 950+ wounded, such was the price they paid for futile human wave charges.......

The officer shook his head, "No, no, no, you're losing far too many men... For instance, today the MSAAS sent one thousand operatives into combat, they lost six men killed and fourty-nine were wounded, they accounted for two enemy armored brigades totally destroyed and over fifteen thousand enemy soldiers killed, wounded, or captured... In one battle during the Angolan war, a few hundred MSAAS killed over five thousand guerilla soldiers... Your men need to train and train and drill until they've refined their skills into an art."

The officer shook his head, "No, no, no, you're losing far too many men... For instance, today the MSAAS sent one thousand operatives into combat, they lost six men killed and fourty-nine were wounded, they accounted for two enemy armored brigades totally destroyed and over fifteen thousand enemy soldiers killed, wounded, or captured... In one battle during the Angolan war, a few hundred MSAAS killed over five thousand guerilla soldiers... Your men need to train and train and drill until they've refined their skills into an art."

Cetawayo said, "Very well sir, we will fix this."

He nodded his head, saying, "Yes, see that you do... As for now, you are dismissed, return to whatever it was you were doing before I called you to my office. And your men can all relax, they won't be deployed again for a few days at least."

He nodded his head, saying, "Yes, see that you do... As for now, you are dismissed, return to whatever it was you were doing before I called you to my office. And your men can all relax, they won't be deployed again for a few days at least."

Cetawayo said, "Yes sir."

He then left the room, getting his men together, he said, "High Command is very dissapointed in our performance....we did well, but they are concerned about our high rate of casualties. Rest up for a day, and then, we will run the drills again!"

The men duly obeyed, relaxing, playing soccer, working out, and trying out baseball for the first time.

A squad of MSAAS was quite eager to get a game of American football going with the Zulu, the MSAAS were well-known for loving to play football in their spare time. Indeed the team at the MSAAS academy had beaten the Naval and Air Force teams in every game they'd ever played each other in. The MSAAS academy team had only six losses, to the Federal Army Infantry Academy team.


One of the MSAAS sergeants tossed a football towards a group of Zulu's shouting, "Catch!" after one caught it, he said, "How about a game?"

A squad of MSAAS was quite eager to get a game of American football going with the Zulu, the MSAAS were well-known for loving to play football in their spare time. Indeed the team at the MSAAS academy had beaten the Naval and Air Force teams in every game they'd ever played each other in. The MSAAS academy team had only six losses, to the Federal Army Infantry Academy team.


One of the MSAAS sergeants tossed a football towards a group of Zulu's shouting, "Catch!" after one caught it, he said, "How about a game?"

The Zulu man said, "Very well, we accept. American football, eh?"

The men sstarted talking amongst themselves.

The man continued. "We are not quite familiar with the game, we shall try our best, baseball is our strong suit when it comes to American type games."

The man nodded his head, "Yes, Mississippian football, not American football... We're Mississippians, remember, okay then, get your team together."

The man nodded his head, "Yes, Mississippian football, not American football... We're Mississippians, remember, okay then, get your team together."

The Zulus assembled their team together. They got several of their fastest and strongest men, and assembled them at the scrimmage line.

One of the MSAAS called into a tent, shouting, "Hey Lawrence, get out here, football time!" A man about 6'11 and weighing at least 280 pounds came walking out of the tent, a grin on his face as he said, "Games on, eh?"

One of the MSAAS called into a tent, shouting, "Hey Lawrence, get out here, football time!" A man about 6'11 and weighing at least 280 pounds came walking out of the tent, a grin on his face as he said, "Games on, eh?"

One of the Zulus said, "This should be like rugby, eh?"

Another said, "It is a little like rugby, but they have different rules."

The Zulu who said that went, "Oh, okay....."

The MSAAS told the Zulu, "You want to kick it or shall we?" letting the matter be decided so simply since it was just an informal game.

The MSAAS told the Zulu, "You want to kick it or shall we?" letting the matter be decided so simply since it was just an informal game.

The Zulu elected to take the first kick. "We'll do it."

The Mississippian man nearest them smiled as he said, "Sure thing, get to it then, eh?"


A few seconds later, the Mississippian team was ready to receive the kick, getting positioned. They were really looking forward to this game, it'd been a while since they'd had a good game of football, although they weren't sure if the Zulu were all too skilled in football or not.

The Mississippian man nearest them smiled as he said, "Sure thing, get to it then, eh?"


A few seconds later, the Mississippian team was ready to receive the kick, getting positioned. They were really looking forward to this game, it'd been a while since they'd had a good game of football, although they weren't sure if the Zulu were all too skilled in football or not.

The Zulu knew rugby, but something told them this was different.

They kicked the ball eagerly, and saw as the MSAAS men caught it. They soon moved to play defense, and tried to stop them from making a touchdown.

The game had begun.

One of the Mississippians caught the ball, the others advanced in front of him, forming a blocking shielding that advanced as he did. The 6'11 monster of a man clobbered one of the Zulu clear down to the ground as he attempted to get close to the man running with the ball tightly in his arms.

The were only about forty yards from the end zone.

One of the Mississippians caught the ball, the others advanced in front of him, forming a blocking shielding that advanced as he did. The 6'11 monster of a man clobbered one of the Zulu clear down to the ground as he attempted to get close to the man running with the ball tightly in his arms.

The were only about forty yards from the end zone.

The other Zulus tried to stop the man with the ball. They ran headlong in to the shield, and slowed up the Mississippian footballers in a furious dogpile.

One Zulu man saw the man with the ball. Mustering up his speed, he ran like the dickens, and barely caught up with him, attempting to tackle his side.

One of the MSAAS, covering for his friend who was running with the ball, turned and slammed right into the man about to attempt a tackle. He just flew right at the man and threw all his weight into it.

One of the MSAAS, covering for his friend who was running with the ball, turned and slammed right into the man about to attempt a tackle. He just flew right at the man and threw all his weight into it.

The Zulu fell over, and he swore he heard something snap.

Still, his friends were in action, playing defense. They got several guys and ran them into the man with the ball, using all of their speed and might.

The man jumped to the side and struggled to wade through the mass of bodies slamming against him. He struggled on for about fifteen more yards before three of the Zulu were finally able to down him, he held the ball firmly against his chest to prevent a fumble. They were only about twenty yards from the end zone now.


The highlight though had happened a few seconds before, when one of the Mississipians had charged forward, plowing into a Zulu who was attempting to get in a tackle, and the Mississippian ended up flipping the Zulu over his head and back, landing him down a few feet behind where he had been.

The man jumped to the side and struggled to wade through the mass of bodies slamming against him. He struggled on for about fifteen more yards before three of the Zulu were finally able to down him, he held the ball firmly against his chest to prevent a fumble. They were only about twenty yards from the end zone now.


The highlight though had happened a few seconds before, when one of the Mississipians had charged forward, plowing into a Zulu who was attempting to get in a tackle, and the Mississippian ended up flipping the Zulu over his head and back, landing him down a few feet behind where he had been.

The Zulu who had been flipped winced in pain, as he felt sore all over.....he got up, and ran to aid his friends.

Meanwhile, the other Zulus tried to snatch it out of the Mississippian's hand, working hard and with great fury.

The ref called it, it was a down, the play was over. The Mississippian still tightly hugging the ball.

He stood back up and his team readied their line for the next play.

The ref called it, it was a down, the play was over. The Mississippian still tightly hugging the ball.

He stood back up and his team readied their line for the next play.

The Zulus lined up, and readied themselves for another play.

One of htem said, "Who will be kicking first?"

The Mississippians laughed as the center snapped the ball to the quarterback who immediately ran foward, not passed the line though, and then threw it to a receiver who was open and down about ten yards. He caught the ball and immediately turned to finish the short run it would be to get the touchdown, only about six yards, not even...

The Mississippians laughed as the center snapped the ball to the quarterback who immediately ran foward, not passed the line though, and then threw it to a receiver who was open and down about ten yards. He caught the ball and immediately turned to finish the short run it would be to get the touchdown, only about six yards, not even...

The Zulus reacted quickly to this, several men ran with all of their might to try and catch the Mississippian reciever.

Still, they had a feeling it was too late....but suppressed that and stormed on.

The man lept forward in one massive bound, he flew over the nearest Zulu who was diving for his legs. he landed and immediately pressed on and into the end zone.

The man lept forward in one massive bound, he flew over the nearest Zulu who was diving for his legs. he landed and immediately pressed on and into the end zone.

The Zulu went, "Shit."

The Mississippians had just scored....

The Mississippian started high-fiving each other, and then readied to kick the ball off to the Zulu team.

The Mississippian started high-fiving each other, and then readied to kick the ball off to the Zulu team.

The Zulus lined up at the Scrimmage line, and prepared for another game....

They did so with courage, knowing that they would have to give it their all to succeed.

One of the Mississippians set the ball for the kicker to kick it. And how he did kick it, he put the ball about ninety yards down the field, nearly to the Zulu's end zone. The Mississippians surged forward and headed for the Zulu that had just caught the ball.

One of the Mississippians set the ball for the kicker to kick it. And how he did kick it, he put the ball about ninety yards down the field, nearly to the Zulu's end zone. The Mississippians surged forward and headed for the Zulu that had just caught the ball.

The Zulu knew what to do. As his buddies formed a wall and slammed into the Mississippians, playing defense, he attempted to run for dear life, and rush to the end zone.

One of the Mississippian men just ran just inside the out of bounds line, intent on flanking the defense line, as the others went forward and a few covered the other flank. From time to time, he nearly stepped on the line, but not quite, it was clear he was pushing the limits though.

One of the Mississippian men just ran just inside the out of bounds line, intent on flanking the defense line, as the others went forward and a few covered the other flank. From time to time, he nearly stepped on the line, but not quite, it was clear he was pushing the limits though.

The Zulu wondered whether to call foul, but for now, they waited for him to step over the line.

He shook his head and thought, Crazy fool...., as he moved closer to his goal. He ran with all of his might, reaching within thirty yards of the end zone.

The Zulu defense soon ran to his aid, covering for him and trying to prevent any Mississippians from getting to him. They paid particular attention to the man straddling the line, three Zulus tried to catch him.

The massively large 6'11 man, plowed right into the first of the three men heading for the man near the line, and then with the man still in his arms, plowed into the second, and finally third man, attempting to hold all three of them back. The man was easily as strong as a pair of oxen, primarily from years of working out, training, steroids, and genetic engineering while still in the womb.

The man near the line suddenly darted straight across the field, heading behind the Zulu line and for the man with the ball, aiming for his waist as he rushed forward.

The massively large 6'11 man, plowed right into the first of the three men heading for the man near the line, and then with the man still in his arms, plowed into the second, and finally third man, attempting to hold all three of them back. The man was easily as strong as a pair of oxen, primarily from years of working out, training, steroids, and genetic engineering while still in the womb.

The man near the line suddenly darted straight across the field, heading behind the Zulu line and for the man with the ball, aiming for his waist as he rushed forward.

The Zulu man said, "Shit..."

He was within thirty-twenty yards, still, he knew he had to be quick. After a giant of a man was running after him!

Hiding his fear, fueled by adrenaline, he soon began zigzagging wildly, running like he was being chased by rabid dogs. All the while, he stormed forward, closing the gap between him and the end zone, he was now fifteen yards away and still running.

His three friends, meanwhile, struggled to free themselves from the man's grip. They were particularly frustrated at his awesome strength, but they knew that was unfortunately part of the equation at this point when they played the Mississippians. Taking that into account, they worked furiously, and one got free, barely removing the man's grip on him.

Like the Zulu with the ball, he was running on adrenaline, he soon dashed after his friend, along with any other defenders the Zulus could spare.

The giant tried his best to worm his way out of the grip of the men now managing to hold him back. After a few seconds, he got frustrated and just lifted both of the men into the air and slammed them down on the ground. (Such a move is legal in MS football, which is why so many MS football players are seriously injured)


One of the Mississippians, yet unengaged in attempting to stop the opponents, rushed forward and barreled into the Zulu with the ball, throwing his entire two-hundred and forty pounds at the man as he wrapped his arms around him, hoping it would be enough to take the man down.

The giant tried his best to worm his way out of the grip of the men now managing to hold him back. After a few seconds, he got frustrated and just lifted both of the men into the air and slammed them down on the ground. (Such a move is legal in MS football, which is why so many MS football players are seriously injured)


One of the Mississippians, yet unengaged in attempting to stop the opponents, rushed forward and barreled into the Zulu with the ball, throwing his entire two-hundred and forty pounds at the man as he wrapped his arms around him, hoping it would be enough to take the man down.

The Zulus tried their best not to scream, but they could not help but wince as the Mississippian giant slammed them into the ground. THey swore they could hear a few things snap, but for now, they didn't want to show weakness, so they kept it to themselves as best they could.

The Zulu with the ball, meanwhile, was stopped only temporarily by the two-hundred-forty pound man. After beign caught off-guard, he regained his footing, simply ignored the man and ran with all of his might, piggybacking him all along the way. Running on adrenaline, and a slight bit of humor, he got within fifteen yards of the end zone.

Things were getting desperate, the Mississippians were done fooling around, one of them ran at full speed and jump kicked the Zulu with the ball, right in the chest. (Yes, such a move is legal in MS football)


One of the other men, who was playing as a ref, looked at the shocked Zulu onlookers and said, "Didn't you all know the rules of Mississippian Football?"

Things were getting desperate, the Mississippians were done fooling around, one of them ran at full speed and jump kicked the Zulu with the ball, right in the chest. (Yes, such a move is legal in MS football)


One of the other men, who was playing as a ref, looked at the shocked Zulu onlookers and said, "Didn't you all know the rules of Mississippian Football?"

In response to that, the Zulu winced, stepped back, but then said, "Sir yes, sir, I feel no pain!," throwing the ball to another Zulu, who caught it and continued to run to the end zone, getting within ten yards.

The other Zulus then ran to cover for the man running to the end zone, the competition was becoming fierce.

One of the men near the end zone sighed as he pulled out a can of mace and sprayed the Zulu in the face, pushing him down hard on the ground as he was rubbing at his eyes. He quickly jumped on him and held him down to the ground as three others piled onto the man as well.

(No, that move is not legal, it's a bit overboard, but that just means if one of your guys has mace, and gets a chance later in the game, he can spray the man who did the spraying)

One of the men near the end zone sighed as he pulled out a can of mace and sprayed the Zulu in the face, pushing him down hard on the ground as he was rubbing at his eyes. He quickly jumped on him and held him down to the ground as three others piled onto the man as well.

(No, that move is not legal, it's a bit overboard, but that just means if one of your guys has mace, and gets a chance later in the game, he can spray the man who did the spraying)

The Zulu that got maced, meanwhile, still had the ball, he was furious...

Fueled by rage and fury (his adrenaline nearly out), he leapt up and amazingly, managed to wriggle himself up enough that he threw the ball to one of his friends, who got it and ran further, getting within six yards.

The remaining Zulus that did not get smashed about or otherwise injured or maced ran to cover him. They were a small number, about two.

One of the Mississippian ran up right next to the Zulu who still had the ball. How could he still have the ball after all that? Well it didn't matter, he got him good as he jabbed him in the side with a stun gun, making it discrete and quick so hopefully nobody would notice.



Ooc-Again, not a legal move, but Mississippians have a "play to win" mentality.

One of the Mississippian ran up right next to the Zulu who still had the ball. How could he still have the ball after all that? Well it didn't matter, he got him good as he jabbed him in the side with a stun gun, making it discrete and quick so hopefully nobody would notice.



Ooc-Again, not a legal move, but Mississippians have a "play to win" mentality.

The Zulu shook wildly as he got stungunned, but by some stroke of very dumb and sheer luck, he still had the ball, barely gripping it as he fell.

As he fumbled it out of his hands, one of his friends went low and grabbed it, then got up and ran for dear life.

He saw that the end zone was close...taking very long steps and running like a cheetah on fire, he made it there.

The Mississippian who had used the stun-gun, ripped his helmet off, and threw it on the ground, shouting, "Fuck!" He turned to his friends and shouted, "You losers let them score! Do you want to be a bunch of pansy ass girls or do you want to play like men and win? Well, what is it!?"

The Mississippian who had used the stun-gun, ripped his helmet off, and threw it on the ground, shouting, "Fuck!" He turned to his friends and shouted, "You losers let them score! Do you want to be a bunch of pansy ass girls or do you want to play like men and win? Well, what is it!?"

The Zulus high-fived each other, saying, "Nice!"

They enjoyed this victory, but they also knew that the Mississippians used some unauthorized measures in the quest for victory. Now, they had to be on guard.

One Zulu even got a soldering iron and a can of pepper spray, hiding it on his person until he found the guys who were cheating last time......

They said to the Mississippians. "How about another round?!"

The Mississippian team captain nodded his head and shouted, "You're on, boy!"

The Mississippian team captain nodded his head and shouted, "You're on, boy!"

The Zulus soon laughed, saying, "Gee, well, good luck!"

They got into their scrimmage lines, and readied themselves for another play, scanning the Mississippians for anybody who had tried to cheat last game or had been really violent, searching them out for the purpose of not only keeping an eye on them, but also to get them back later in the game.

As soon as the kick was received, the Mississippians rushed forward, two men with steel weighted gloves readying to dish out punishment to anybody who came within arms length of the man with the ball.

As soon as the kick was received, the Mississippians rushed forward, two men with steel weighted gloves readying to dish out punishment to anybody who came within arms length of the man with the ball.

The Zulus soon sprang into action. Seven men, including the man with the soldering iron (Wrapped in a towel to avoid permanent scarring), charged at the man with the ball, running like gazelles on fire.

They split into two groups. Three men tackled the players with steel gloves directly, the other men took on the player with the ball, and grabbed him, trying to drag him down, pucnhing him all the while.

Suddenly an alarm went off, a loud siren shrieking throughout the entire base. They could hear gunfire coming from several areas on the perimeter.

Immediately the Mississippian team stopped the game and raced for their rifles stacked nearby. Quickly throwing on their body armor and grabbing their rifles as fast as they could... It was an attack, and they'd have to repel it.

Suddenly an alarm went off, a loud siren shrieking throughout the entire base. They could hear gunfire coming from several areas on the perimeter.

Immediately the Mississippian team stopped the game and raced for their rifles stacked nearby. Quickly throwing on their body armor and grabbing their rifles as fast as they could... It was an attack, and they'd have to repel it.

The Zulus stopped playing and went for their guns. The air was filled with chaos, nobody knew what was going on......

But they went through it the best they could. They too, put on their armor and took up arms. Taking various positions in the base, they could see the Xhosa charging, they were moving in full force, armed with mortars, RPG's, the odd T-72 and plenty of ZSU anti air guns. They came for a siege......

A Mississippian 155mm G-6 SPA opened fire at point-blank range against a platoon of Xhosa, sending them flying apart in pieces. But the self-propelled gun was then hit by six, yes six, RPGs, it exploded in a bright fury of orange, and a chorus of noise as the shells inside cooked off.

The Mississippians were expending lots of ammunition, since the Xhosa were using human wave tactics. An M-240 in a sandbagged position had opened fire and was cutting a swathe through the advancing Xhosa.

A Mississippian 155mm G-6 SPA opened fire at point-blank range against a platoon of Xhosa, sending them flying apart in pieces. But the self-propelled gun was then hit by six, yes six, RPGs, it exploded in a bright fury of orange, and a chorus of noise as the shells inside cooked off.

The Mississippians were expending lots of ammunition, since the Xhosa were using human wave tactics. An M-240 in a sandbagged position had opened fire and was cutting a swathe through the advancing Xhosa.

The Zulu soon reacted similarily, firing their own mortars, machine guns, and WP and Frag grenades, plus thier own RPG and LAW fire at the incoming Xhosa infantry and vehicles, resulting in horrendous damage to the enemy as their lines were cut down.

Still, they kept coming, they ran in unholy waves, screaming like banshees, yelling, "YOU DIE TONGIHT, YANKEE!" as they ran, astoundingly, with AK bayonets fixed, as they sprayed ammo and RPG fire at the Zulu-MS positions.

The ones the Mississippians with the M-240 had killed were simply replaced, as a wave of men stumbled over the bodies of their comrades and simply moved closer.

As if things couldn't get worse, the sound of Black Sabbath's "Iron Man" could be heard from all over.

From all sides, a wave of ten-fifteen T-72's barreled at the Mississippian positions, speakers attached to their turrets, blared loud music and were used to shout insults at the enemy, as the Xhosa gunners fired shells and machine guns rounds at random in the Mississippians' general direction.

A similar wave of T-72's barreled into the Zulu lines, the Zulus turned, and began firing away frantically to destroy the tanks........

Two Mirage F1s came in at an basically treetop altitude, strafing the Xhosa as they attempted to advance forward against the right flank of the Zulu. The advance immediately stalled as the heavy rounds tore men to pieces. But the Xhosa redoubled their efforts and then went for the left flank, pouring an entire company supported by an engineer platoon and a battalion of T-55s into combat.


The Mississippis were readying their MILANs to provide anti-tank support to the Zulu, but they were having problems breaking open the ammunition crates, so ammo would be scarce until they opened the locks. Although in a few minutes, they'd stop trying and would just shoot the locks off with 7.62mm AP rounds.

Two Mirage F1s came in at an basically treetop altitude, strafing the Xhosa as they attempted to advance forward against the right flank of the Zulu. The advance immediately stalled as the heavy rounds tore men to pieces. But the Xhosa redoubled their efforts and then went for the left flank, pouring an entire company supported by an engineer platoon and a battalion of T-55s into combat.


The Mississippis were readying their MILANs to provide anti-tank support to the Zulu, but they were having problems breaking open the ammunition crates, so ammo would be scarce until they opened the locks. Although in a few minutes, they'd stop trying and would just shoot the locks off with 7.62mm AP rounds.

As the Mississippians frantically tried to get their MILAN's, the Zulus did the best they could, turning their already very busy machine guns and rockets towards the charging Xhosa. They fired volley after volley of rockets at the Xhosa T-55's, their ammunition was running low however, and they soon were in serious danger, having only taken out a few of the charging tanks.

In the meantime, the Zulu machine guns did what they did best, cutting a swathe of destruction through the Xhosa engineers. Mortars and rifle-grenades fired from M79's did more damage against them, but the tanks still remained the number one issue, the Zulus recognizing this and pouring high explosive mortar fire at the T-55's in an act of near-desperation.

If the Mississippians did not get their MILAN's soon, things would become very interesting........

The first two MILANs sailed through the air at the leading two tanks, just about to overrun the Zulu lines. Both tanks immediately erupted into flames. It was just good fortune that the MSAAS had gotten their MILANs out in time.

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The first two MILANs sailed through the air at the leading two tanks, just about to overrun the Zulu lines. Both tanks immediately erupted into flames. It was just good fortune that the MSAAS had gotten their MILANs out in time.

The Zulus looked at their saviors, and smiled. Good thing the MSAAS have a bag of tricks...

Invigorated by the MILAN attack, their defenses, which had been working frantically, roared to an even faster pace. Machine guns, mortars, rockets, everything was being pushed to their limit, the Zulus were determined not to give. All of their shots were being made to count, they weren't sure when another miracle would come.

The result was devasation, Zulu Mortars and MG's cut a swathe through the Xhosa infantry waves, holes were beginning to appear. Zulu AT rockets took out two, three of the tanks, the T-55's turned out to have relatively thin armor once the initial tank shock disappeared.

Things were looking up. Of course more tanks were rolling at the Zulu, but it looked like the Xhosa were slowing up. Some Zulu swore they saw a look of fear on the faces of some, on others, they saw an expression that was one of frustration.

Overall, things were looking up.

The tanks that remained stopped in their tracks and began operating as stationary gun platforms, spraying bullets to cover the retreat of the infantry.


The MSAAS immediately flung themselves into a counter-attack, moving up in fire teams to get into close combat with the Xhosa. One team would advance while two more covered it. Within about two minutes, over 300 MSAAS were in close proximity to the Xhosa, and they begun lobbing grenades and firing their SMGs with deadly accuracy.


One of the MSAAS officers signaled for the Zulu to take a platoon and hit the Xhosa in the collapsing right flank where most of their armor was floundering in soft mud.

The tanks that remained stopped in their tracks and began operating as stationary gun platforms, spraying bullets to cover the retreat of the infantry.


The MSAAS immediately flung themselves into a counter-attack, moving up in fire teams to get into close combat with the Xhosa. One team would advance while two more covered it. Within about two minutes, over 300 MSAAS were in close proximity to the Xhosa, and they begun lobbing grenades and firing their SMGs with deadly accuracy.


One of the MSAAS officers signaled for the Zulu to take a platoon and hit the Xhosa in the collapsing right flank where most of their armor was floundering in soft mud.

Sure enough, they carried this out, sending a platoon armed with SMG's and AT rockets, supported by mortars.

The platoon, sure enough, made every shot count. Their SMG's and rifles took down a good number of the Xhosa relatively quickly, their Rockets took out three more tanks. The mortar crews were careful not to hit their friends, and they helped deliver the killing blows, taking out plenty of infantry and making even more holes in the collapsing lines, as well as damaging another tank.

At this moment, the Xhosa retreat soon turned into a rout. They fled, occasionally firing back, but mostly fleeing for their lives in front of the dogged Zulu fighters, who continued to pepper them with small arms fire. Those who did not flee began to throw down their guns and beg for mercy.

One of the MSAAS officers shouted his orders to the Zulu, he wanted them to pour fire onto the enemy flanks and lead two companies to assault the center of the line and push them into a collapse.

Sure enough, the Zulus began concentrating what mortar shots and AT and WP rockets they had left at the Xhosa flanks. A merciless barrage, sharp and targeted, hit the Xhosa flanks, doing significant damage, and was soon followed up with two platoons, who harassed the Xhosa further, causing them to fall back under a hail of fire.

By now, the Xhosa were starting to crack, but now, the finishing blow came when two companies of Zulus began to drive into the center, spraying rifle and rifle grenade fire at the Xhosa, and generally uttering a furious ululating rebel yell. Aided by concentrated, sharp bursts of mortar fire used judiciously at parts of the Xhosa center, the effect was devastating.

Finally the Xhosa lines started to crumble and collapse. Their entire force was in a precarious position when suddenly an MSAAS scout/sniper team drew a bead on their general, who was about a mile behind the main front lines...

After the shot rang out and a streak of red and mass of tissue flew out of the exit wound dug by the 308, the advisors started shouting and running about. Their commander was dead, all hope was lost.


Almost immediately upon realizing what had happened, most units broke ranks and ran for the woods.

Finally the Xhosa lines started to crumble and collapse. Their entire force was in a precarious position when suddenly an MSAAS scout/sniper team drew a bead on their general, who was about a mile behind the main front lines...

After the shot rang out and a streak of red and mass of tissue flew out of the exit wound dug by the 308, the advisors started shouting and running about. Their commander was dead, all hope was lost.


Almost immediately upon realizing what had happened, most units broke ranks and ran for the woods.

The Zulus continued to charge forward, and began staging an envelopment to try and capture the rest of the Xhosa that had not been so lucky as to escape from the field.

They got about a platoon of men, most were wounded persons that had somehow survived the intense Zulu mortar bombardments or the MSAAS assault. Many were low-level NCO's or mere grunts, many of the big men had fled with their cowardly buddies.

They wanted to press their advantage and punish the Xhosa invaders some more, they wanted to charge after them, but their ammunition was low. As a result, they had no choice to end the pursuit. Before going to pick up their dead, they screamed at the fleeing Xhosa: "And stay out!"

The MSAAS however were still quite full in regards to ammunition, each soldier typically expended three rounds per kill, and most went into combat with about 600 rounds of ammunition for their rifles, 12 rifle grenades if they had a rifle grenade launcher, and about 6 hand grenades, as well as 100 rounds for their pistols. The ammunition was mostly caseless but varied depending on the model variant of the weapons they had.

They were well-armed though, and now they gave pursuit. Only about 100 of them were doing so though, charging forward against the waves of retreating Xhosa, at least 2,000 Xhosa being chased down by 100 MSAAS who were leaping over small trenches and splashing through irrigation canals to get at the Xhosa.

The rest of the Zulus, deciding that their action was premature, reloaded one last magazine, fixed bayonets onto their rifles, and decided to follow the MSAAS as they chased the Xhosa.

The irrigation canals and the small trenches posed no problems for the Zulus, who navigated them with skill. They took glee in the fact they could still fight, but then again, that was what bayonets were for!

They soon met up with some of the Xhosa, and began making every shot count, firing at the heads of the Xhosa. Those who were unlucky enough to fall behind were skewered with bayonets by the Zulus before they resumed their run.

Most of the Xhosa were now attempting to surrender. Guns were clanging against each other as they were dropped on top of each other. One of the MSAAS, a captain, shouted, "No prisoners!" as he unloaded a 200 round box from an M-249 against a group of dozens of Xhosa.

Most of the Xhosa were now attempting to surrender. Guns were clanging against each other as they were dropped on top of each other. One of the MSAAS, a captain, shouted, "No prisoners!" as he unloaded a 200 round box from an M-249 against a group of dozens of Xhosa.

The Zulus obliged, they began to bayonet every tenth Xhosa they found. It seemed that Cetawayo was familiar with the old Roman practice of "decimation," and he was using it with violent results.

After about two minutes of massacres and killings, new orders arrived. The captain started waving his hand in the signal to cease-fire as he shouted as loud as possible, "Stop! Stop!"