POV: Arthur King II 5th Marine Division, 7th Regiment "Barracudas", 2nd Btn, PFC || Equipment Used: BTR-80, BTR-60, BMP-3, FN FAL, M72 Law, Stinger || The nervous chatter of my fellow marines, the commotion going on, officers shouting orders to recruits to get into their assigned vehicle, it was now my turn to enter, stepping into the passenger seat, surrounded by many other marines. I could feel the chains being lowered down, I decide to take a nap to relieve some of the stress, soon the sound of artillery woke me up, the person next to me looks at his keychain, presumably containing a picture of his wife or girlfriend, suddenly a commanding voice rings through the vehicle making everyone on alert, "We are about to hit the beach, the goal is to secure a decent beachhead so we can reinforce the area ." The voice sounded serious, for a moment I felt a stab of doubt, what if this operation failed? What if we all died? All at once, one of the crew members alerts us that we are about to hit the beach, I nervously gulp, expecting the worst to happen. I clutch my rifle harder than ever, looking as brave as possible. The crunch of the sand beneath the tracks of our BMP-3, due to scout planes that flew overhead prior to this, the enemy had no hidden positions on the beach, unfortunately our spy planes were soon detect by advanced SAM systems, and turned back, as our vehicle approached the steep hill, our squad of about 8 people were told to unload and set a defensive perimeter around the beach, as we trudged up the steep hill occasionally making a joke or two, when our squad reached the top, we immediately began digging a mediocre trench system, it wasn't the best but it could hold off against several counterattacks, we start digging deeper until we could not dig anymore, we then settle down in our position, expecting more reinforcements tomorrow, I drift off into sleep, as my eyes shut, the next morning I am startled awake by the sound of gvnfire. Battle of Hill 16, 7 AM, Rusturk Held Territory || Rusturk Marines vs Ganbar Militia / Guard Corps || I am startled awake by sounds of war, MG fire could be heard rattling off in the distance. I instantly grab my rifle and my helmet, I already had my uniform on, as I rush to the trench, my superior, Staff Sergeant, Matthew Allens, shouts orders at me, just now our radioman had been downed, so we were unable to call in for aerial support, I rushed over to the downed radioman under heavy gunfire, bl00d running down their right arm, with no time to grief I grab the radio, and started entering the call sign for the CV Rusturia, soon after I finished entering the numbers, the person on the other side picks up, right away I yell that the marines are in need of aerial support, then the coordinates, "Understood." The person said, then I ended the call. Resuming my post, I fired a few rounds in front of me, it was hard to see the enemy as they blended in well with the vegetation. After a few more minutes, a Dassault Super Etendard flies over the battlefield, diving low on the enemy positions, it first fires its auto cannons, causing devastation, but they still hold firmly, continuing to fire at us. The aircraft circles around this time using rockets, this again devastates the enemy unlike last time they start to retreat, after the enemy fully retreats and the remnants of the battle clear, I slump down, my rifle in my lap. Soon a rally is held, as the survivors of the skirmish regroup, our commanding officer told us that we would be moved to the 67th "Thunder" Regiment, we were soon on the march, hauling our camp equipment through the thick vegetation, sharp tall grass cutting into my skin, after what seemed like days of marching, we finally arrive at an airbase, aircraft neatly arranged side by side, as my newly assigned regiment as we unpacked our camping supplies, as our squad medic checks on us to see if there were any wounds from the trek, as my wounds are taken care of, we are quickly notified that we would assault the capital tomorrow morning, so it was suggested we all showered and cleaned our rifles. The loud noise of the airbase, kept our entire regiment awake, by the time the sun rose, we were ready for deployment. As we were split up into squads, all of us boarded our helicopter, though it was not very comfortable or spacious, the sound of helicopter blades spinning told us we would begin the attack...... Battle over El-Sahid || Rusturia Aerial Detachment vs Ganbar SAM sites / Air force. || Private Airman, Lucas Rothhood, BAe, AVB-Harrier II As I hop into my Harrier, I look around, as aircrews work tirelessly on our planes, as I check all of the systems, as I mutter to myself. As the ground crew confirm that I am ready for takeoff, I pray silently, as I hear the dreaded numbers, 3.....2.....1....Mantis-1, your clear for takeoff. El-Sahid Suburban Region: Status: Disputed. Involved Units: Ganbar Revolutionaries vs Ganbar Loyalists.
I thought of this, I just started writing this, if you have any suggestions please tell me. Rusturk Empire Info: Culture: Based mostly off America Economy: 3.245T GDP, This is more than France but less than Germany and Japan. Military Manpower: 2.5 Million Soldiers, 500k Reserves. Population: Over 60 Million Government type: Autocratic Militarist Monarchy
