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Let it be known that from this day forth there exists between the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland and the Federal Republic of Germany a state of war, declared by the United Kingdom in response to Germany's hostile attitude towards the British nation.

----- RP'ers -----

The Rt. Hon. Lord Sir Ilaer, CBE, OBE, MBE, Lord Chancellor, Minister for Spreading Proper English, Party President (NBIP) and Lord of the Admiralty (NBCyIPsW member)

Duke Imperial isa, NBCyIpsW Australian 95th Rifles

They are allies.

----- Background -----

Following the conquest of Denmark a foray into Germany was made in response to their growing hostility to Britain, one of the main reasons being the rapid growth of the Royal Navy.
The foray went well at first, taking the cities of Bremerhaven, Emden and Bremen and also Hamburg.
However, the attack quickly started to falter and the Duke's force, some three divisions in total, was surrounded and attacked most fiercely. The Duke himself was reported missing in action and Sir Ilaer gathered a marine corps in preparation for a ground-based operation; after landings were eventually made he began the attack in an attempt to break through enemy lines and rescue the Duke's forces; the attack went badly at first and many men were lost.
And it is at this point that our RP begins.


----- RP begins -----

"Fix bayonets! Prepare for battle!"
As he ran up and down the line the Lord Ilaer knew that his time was come; he knew that they would not survive the next battle. Having already fought off more than thirty thousand troops in a single attack, he knew that his forces were in no fit shape to hold the ground for much longer; they had been grievously wounded.
"Remember men: we fight for Britain! We fight for Emparh!"
The few troops with any remembrance of Britain spat at him as he went amongst them; they knew of nothing back home worth the torture of such a war as this. Glory and honour; both were non-existent here. All that mattered was survival. The only way to survive was to be ruthless.
Others, those who were shell-shocked enough to have forgotten about home, stared at him blankly. These words were foreign to their ears; they remembered nothing of Britain.
"Poor bastards," Ilaer muttered as he glanced at them. They were ghosts of men, nothing more; the sheer cruelty and ferocity of the battle had destroyed their spirit.
He had started with a force of sixty thousand men. He was down to twenty six thousand; the Germans had taken over twenty thousand prisoners in addition to the casualties they had caused.
We can't win, Ilaer thought. We're men of the sea; we're marines. We're far from home and we... cannot... win...
"May the Lord above make us victorious!" he cried to the troops around him.
They needed a miracle, and they prayed for one.

the Duke was sitting in a foxhole with three of his man going over a map

"dam they got half of Hamburg and we half of it, an now we cut off with no way of contacting the outside world"said the Duke

"but we are holding sir "said the man next to Duke as shells started to rain again

"look alive there coming again"said the man on the other side of the Duke as he lay his Rifle on the lip of the foxhole along with the other troops in the frontline in what was a park

"best get back to my hole sir"said the third man
"take care Fox"said the Duke
"will do sir"said Fox as he gets out then heads to his foxhole

It was several hours later, and battle had been joined...

"Hold your ground! Stand fast, men!"
The sounds of battle were everywhere; the cries of wounded men and the rattle of bullets. Artillery continued to pound away at their open, unsheltered positions whilst the Germanic hordes continued to flood their defenses. Corpses littered the ground and, as the attack continued, Ilaer clutched at his stomach, trying desperately not to vomit.
Oh lord above, I'll do anything, just let us survive this battle...
And, as the shells whistled above and the mud flew everywhere, it seemed that the Lord was not listening...

the germans came in hard an the fighting was now bitter hand to hand combat
"take that you dog"said the Duke as he thrust his rifles sword bayonet into a german

a anti-tank rocket goes past the Duke killing a german tank the solder who fired it yells out in victory

"yur eat that" but his victory was cut short as he is cut down by rifle fire as a new wave of germans show up

"just what we need"said a man moving next to the Duke

"no it's not Fox,i don't think i ever get back to her now"said Duke

"barr whats got you thinking that"ask Fox as he fire his rifle

"don't know"said the Duke then moves on to help out a young soldier

"get off me"said the young solder to bigger german who was trying to kill him

two hands are place on the germans head and with one fast move the mans neck was snaped

"you ok son"ask the Duke as he pulls the kid up
"for now sir"said the kid

days have past an Duke and his man are still holding out against the German

"here you go sir its not much just some food i find on a dead German"said a soldier to Duke as he hold out a mess tin

"thank you Tom"said the Duke to the kid he save days ago
"that's ok sir"said Tom as he take's a sit at the side of the basement that was now the H.Q.

"right loses are high ,we now using German weapons to keep fighting but we are still holding"said Duke then takes a mouth full of food

"that we are just with more ground that we have luck to have taken "said Fox
"let not forget the German Ammo dump"said Tom to man around the table

a officer who was facing Tom specks back to this "who said yo" the Duke cuts him off with a look

"tom next time ask if you can speck to us when we are in a meeting, if it just talk you don't need too"said the Duke

"sorry sir"said Tom

"that's ok but that was all so luck on your side in taking the Ammo dump"said the Duke as he moves a hand over the map and stop it at a spot
"now with the reports coming in i say they going to hit this part of the line"said the Duke
what was left of the officers all nod there heads to this as they all so came to the same though

"Tom please makes up some tea and take the mess tins away"ask Fox
"yes sir"said Tom

Tom goes about what he was ask to do as the Duke and the other officers go about making a plan to the up coming attack

The fighting was brutal.
A German soldier, scarcely out of puberty, screamed in terror and began to flee from the battle; Ilaer raised his rifle and shot him in the back as he ran, knowing that that such a quick death would be preferable to the torture endured by traitors and deserters.
As that happened, a section of British troops were gunned down by an enemy machine gun close by; Ilaer couldn't see it, but he knew it was there. The crackling as it shot solid death into his poor men raised goosebumps down his arm. He knew that it had to be taken down and, looking around at the battlefield, he knew that he was the only one who could do so.

"Goddamn it..." he muttered, crouching down before fixing the bayonet on his rifle. Temporarily safe, he listened.
There it was again: the harsh, staccato sound of the bullets firing. Creeping in its direction, avoiding the attention of friend and foe alike, he stumbled over the corpses of both sides, trying his very best to ignore the stench and sheer terror radiating from them.
Just a little bit closer... Just a little bit...
He reached the embankment upon which the machine rested, out of sight from anyone. Grabbing a grenade from a nearby cadaver, he pulled the pin as quickly as he could and threw it as close to the machine gun as possible; it landed several feet away, causing him to grin before he realised it was rolling back down to the German trench itself. He cursed violently before gritting his teeth and charging up the embankment.
The Germans, unable to turn the machine gun enough and otherwise unarmed, began to flee when they saw him; a brave few stood and prepared to fight Ilaer with their bare hands, but a burst of rifle fire soon felled them before him.

Those Germans fleeing shouted to their allies back in the trench; Ilaer glanced at them and began to count under his breath.

"5..."
"4..."

The soldiers reached the trench just as more, armed this time, began to come out of their hiding places.

"3..."
"2..."
"1..."

An explosion rocked the trench, killing all the soldiers nearby and burying the rest as the towering yet unstable walls collapsed.

Ilaer smiled grimly before examining the machine gun; it was small, portable, but currently latched on to a post. He packed his rifle and carefully scooped all of the machine gun's ammunition into his pockets, just before wrenching the gun off the post.

Balancing it on his knee, he smiled again, enjoying a moment of peace before he returned to the war.

the Duke's troop's had hit the Germans hard shocking them before they could launch there own attack

the attack and the shock of it made the Germans fall back from there attack lines so they could regroup

"Duke sir the Germans have got over the shock of our attack and are regrouping "said someone who was sent to report to the Duke

after placing a new magazine into the captured German HK G36 assault rifle the Duke turns an look at the man
"we going to hold on to the new ground and not fall back this is the order from me"said the Duke

"yes sir" said the Run then heads off to past the order