Concentrated Hatred
17-03-2007, 22:22
(OCC: This is a civil war thread. It is between the Imperial Nebian Armies and the Republicin Aragis Army. The Aragis have ruled over the country of Neba because of a protectorate signed by the former Emperor in the last great war. It is time for the Nebian people to throw off their oppressers and gain freedom!)
Somewhere outside Groningen-the Aragis Capital
2200hrs
Thursday night
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The walled fortress city of Groningen beckoned to the young men of the Nebian Imperial Army. Its black silhouette covered the horizon. Within the ranks of the thousands of marching soldiers, Sergeant Nassau's stomach lurched when he finnally caught sight of the city. This was to be a deciding moment in his life. If the NIA didn't win a victory here; he faced the gallows inside Groningen.
The silence of the night was shattered when thunderous thumping sound of helicopter blades raced towards them; it started in soft and gradually became louder and louder.
"A-19's!" someone up front screamed. The gun barrage of the first several A-19 killed nearly 12 ranks of men, the next 12 ranks broke and scattered as the next row of A-19's ripped past, guns blazing.
The A-19's rounded for another pass. Several RPG troopers knelt down on a knee and fired, several helicopters went down in flames. The RPG troopers were killed while trying to reload; but by that time the rest of the army had picked up the slack and tracers soon filled the sky, the sound of semi-automatic weapons fire could be heard for miles around.
"Tell the General that A-19's are overhead, request air support!" Sergeant Nassau yelled at a corporal behind him. The corporal ceased firing his M-16 and raced off to the back of the lines where General Zirn was frozen in horror as A-19's cut down his men like wheat before a scythe.
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Somewhere outside Groningen-the Aragis Capital
2200hrs
Thursday night
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The walled fortress city of Groningen beckoned to the young men of the Nebian Imperial Army. Its black silhouette covered the horizon. Within the ranks of the thousands of marching soldiers, Sergeant Nassau's stomach lurched when he finnally caught sight of the city. This was to be a deciding moment in his life. If the NIA didn't win a victory here; he faced the gallows inside Groningen.
The silence of the night was shattered when thunderous thumping sound of helicopter blades raced towards them; it started in soft and gradually became louder and louder.
"A-19's!" someone up front screamed. The gun barrage of the first several A-19 killed nearly 12 ranks of men, the next 12 ranks broke and scattered as the next row of A-19's ripped past, guns blazing.
The A-19's rounded for another pass. Several RPG troopers knelt down on a knee and fired, several helicopters went down in flames. The RPG troopers were killed while trying to reload; but by that time the rest of the army had picked up the slack and tracers soon filled the sky, the sound of semi-automatic weapons fire could be heard for miles around.
"Tell the General that A-19's are overhead, request air support!" Sergeant Nassau yelled at a corporal behind him. The corporal ceased firing his M-16 and raced off to the back of the lines where General Zirn was frozen in horror as A-19's cut down his men like wheat before a scythe.
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