Zixk
Chieftain
Update??
The Great Patriotic War
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Zixk
Chieftain
Can we pleeeeaaase have an update?!?
Zixk
Chieftain
I'll be impatiently waiting.
TheLoneMan
The Original Reindeer
Damn you, update! I shall seek out and destroy your babies!
Zixk
Chieftain
I want an update!!!
Zixk
Chieftain
I know how it is.
Zixk
Chieftain
Yessssss! An update this weekend! Yessssss!
Date: August 24th, 1675, Near Istanbul, Ottoman Empire.
It has been four months since the 14th army was gutted in a bayonet charge across the desert. The Ottomans, Mongols, and Scandinavians continued to fight vicious battles. Mayan tank divisions, fresh from slaughtering Iroquois and Scandinavian troops in the north, arrive to reinforce they're allies.
The 14th army is rearmed. Under General Beor, they load into LSIs' for an assault straight into the heart of the Ottoman Empire, and they began a journey into hell…
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I had just finished sowing on my new sergeants stripes when we got the order to load into the landing craft. I grabbed my A-1, and belted on several bandoliers of ammo. All around me, troops were doing the same.
I took one last long drag on my cigarette, and threw it into the churning ocean. In the east, the sun was just beginning to rise. In the west, lay the sky line of Istanbul, the capitol of the Ottoman Empire.
Some of the newer, green, recruits were boasting on how they would ‘kill those bastard Ottomans’. Stupid bastards. They would probably die quickly. The load speaker squawked out our signal, and I got into my boat along with the rest of my squad. We would be the first wave, the shock troops.
I had long ago come to terms with my sea sickness, but the new recruits hung they’re heads over the sides of the boat and heaved. Carlyle rechecked his battle rifle, a nervous habit he had picked up from me. The assault boats were lowered from the Battle ships, and they moved out, moving rapidly through the sea.
I loaded the A-1 with a clip consisting of one blank for the new rifle grenades, and then seven armor piercing rounds. After that I briefly checked the rest of my gear. Finally, I fixed the rifle grenade onto the end of my rifle and waited.
The coxswain periodically called out time till we hit the beach. Finally he called out on minute. Behind us, the seventh armada opened up, the big Battleships and cruisers firing they’re en masse, while the small destroyers got dangerously close to the city, blasting at bunkers with they’re five pound guns.
Then the transport ships opened up, firing rockets and .50 caliber machine guns at the city. Surprise was complete.
Captain Baldr, who was in my ship, walked through our ranks, telling us what he had been told. “Expect 60%, 70%, hell, maybe even 80% casualties on this beach. Most of you won’t make it off this beach alive.”
The bombardment ended suddenly. The cities beach defenses were covered by smoke, giving it an eerie, evil look. “Thirty seconds! May your ancestors protect you!” The coxswain yelled.
The ship smashed into the beach, the ramp lowering to the sandy beach. There was nothing. No gun fire, nothing. We didn’t even get our feet wet. We walked around on the beach, shocked. I had been in more danger stepping off a ferry back home in Copenhagen. I saw the captain walking around. He looked disappointed.
We looked through the circular bunkers that lined the beach and found them deserted. The Ottomans must have pulled out during the bombardment. We quickly looted anything we could find, and then set up defensive positions.
Once the second wave arrived, we moved out into the city, accompanied by tanks. Supplies and equipment was being brought ashore, along with additional divisions, and artillery batteries.
Once we got the streets we spread out, the infantry moving on opposite sides of the road, the N-7s moving down the center. It was creepy. A city of 1,000,000 people, and not one was in sight. We reached the outskirts of the city about twenty minutes later.
The Captain found me and my men resting in the shade of an N-7. The sun had come up and it was hotter than hell’s furnace. The captain looked us over, and said “Sergeant, there’s a small farm town about a mile north of the city. I’m sending you with a recon squad, and an N-7 to check it out. Any questions?”
“Any idea on where the Ottomans went?” I asked.
“I have no idea. Yellow Bellied Bastards… ok, move out!”
I got up and picked my four recon men. “Carlyle, Surface, William, and… Charles. Grab your gear, lets go.” I climbed onto the tank and hit the hatch with my rifle butt. The tank commander popped his head out and looked at me curiously. “We’re going to a village in the north. Get the tank ready.” The tanker smiled as he slid back into his vehicle, shutting the hatch behind him. The rest of the patrol climbed onto the back of the tank as it turned and headed north.
It was an uneventful ride, a walk in the sun really. Within an hour we could see the village up ahead. We dismounted from the tank, moving out to provide it with infantry support. Carlyle and I moved out ahead of this force to the first buildings. We could hear the sound of metal being dragged across the wooden floor. There was a machine gun in the building. I ran back and climbed onto the tank and told the commander about the gun and which building it was in.
He slid back into his armored behemoth and the turret slowly traversed, taking aim. The big, 90mm gun flashed, blowing the building down. Smoke poured out of the windows. All hell broke loose. Small arms fire opened up on us. We returned fire, and the N-7 opened up with its .50 cal machine guns. The big 90mm gun flashed again, and another building was gone. We could just barely see the shapes of Ottoman infantry retreating. I fired my rifle grenade at them. I couldn’t tell who it hit.
I jumped down off the tank and moved forward. An enemy tank came speeding around the corner of a building, firing a tank round quickly, hoping to get a quick hit in. it missed, the round falling several feet short of our tank. Our tank returned fire, the round tearing through the Ottoman tank. Oily black smoke poured out of the open hatch.
Me and my infantry men advanced, the tank following behind. I turned into a side alley, taking cover behind a brick wall. Some Ottoman troops opened fire, and we returned it, watching for muzzle flashes before we picked our targets.
The N-7 came by and fired three rounds into the general area we were shooting at. Again another tank moved out of its concealment. It had been hidden inside one of the small houses, bricks stuck to its armor. It fired one round at us, knocking a hole into the brick wall we taking cover behind. Our N-7 returned fire, and another tank was up in flames.
The Ottoman infantry came back, opening up on us with everything this side of hell. We returned fire, and our tank pounded away at strong positions. The tank commander opened up the hatch and called out “Hey, we got some orders. We’re going to pull back to where we started the patrol and wait for more troops.” He shut the hatch and put the tank in reverse, but slowly, giving us covering fire. We ran back behind the retreating tank, using it for cover.
By mid afternoon, we were back where we had started. I made my report to the Captain and picked my lodging. It was a five star hotel in the city. As I fell asleep, I couldn’t help but to think about the short engagement. The Ottomans had fought tenaciously. It would be a long battle.
14th infantry army troops hit the beach.
One of the tanks knocked out in our quick skirmish. Carlyle is walking by with his battle rifle in hand.
It has been four months since the 14th army was gutted in a bayonet charge across the desert. The Ottomans, Mongols, and Scandinavians continued to fight vicious battles. Mayan tank divisions, fresh from slaughtering Iroquois and Scandinavian troops in the north, arrive to reinforce they're allies.
The 14th army is rearmed. Under General Beor, they load into LSIs' for an assault straight into the heart of the Ottoman Empire, and they began a journey into hell…
Account:
I had just finished sowing on my new sergeants stripes when we got the order to load into the landing craft. I grabbed my A-1, and belted on several bandoliers of ammo. All around me, troops were doing the same.
I took one last long drag on my cigarette, and threw it into the churning ocean. In the east, the sun was just beginning to rise. In the west, lay the sky line of Istanbul, the capitol of the Ottoman Empire.
Some of the newer, green, recruits were boasting on how they would ‘kill those bastard Ottomans’. Stupid bastards. They would probably die quickly. The load speaker squawked out our signal, and I got into my boat along with the rest of my squad. We would be the first wave, the shock troops.
I had long ago come to terms with my sea sickness, but the new recruits hung they’re heads over the sides of the boat and heaved. Carlyle rechecked his battle rifle, a nervous habit he had picked up from me. The assault boats were lowered from the Battle ships, and they moved out, moving rapidly through the sea.
I loaded the A-1 with a clip consisting of one blank for the new rifle grenades, and then seven armor piercing rounds. After that I briefly checked the rest of my gear. Finally, I fixed the rifle grenade onto the end of my rifle and waited.
The coxswain periodically called out time till we hit the beach. Finally he called out on minute. Behind us, the seventh armada opened up, the big Battleships and cruisers firing they’re en masse, while the small destroyers got dangerously close to the city, blasting at bunkers with they’re five pound guns.
Then the transport ships opened up, firing rockets and .50 caliber machine guns at the city. Surprise was complete.
Captain Baldr, who was in my ship, walked through our ranks, telling us what he had been told. “Expect 60%, 70%, hell, maybe even 80% casualties on this beach. Most of you won’t make it off this beach alive.”
The bombardment ended suddenly. The cities beach defenses were covered by smoke, giving it an eerie, evil look. “Thirty seconds! May your ancestors protect you!” The coxswain yelled.
The ship smashed into the beach, the ramp lowering to the sandy beach. There was nothing. No gun fire, nothing. We didn’t even get our feet wet. We walked around on the beach, shocked. I had been in more danger stepping off a ferry back home in Copenhagen. I saw the captain walking around. He looked disappointed.
We looked through the circular bunkers that lined the beach and found them deserted. The Ottomans must have pulled out during the bombardment. We quickly looted anything we could find, and then set up defensive positions.
Once the second wave arrived, we moved out into the city, accompanied by tanks. Supplies and equipment was being brought ashore, along with additional divisions, and artillery batteries.
Once we got the streets we spread out, the infantry moving on opposite sides of the road, the N-7s moving down the center. It was creepy. A city of 1,000,000 people, and not one was in sight. We reached the outskirts of the city about twenty minutes later.
The Captain found me and my men resting in the shade of an N-7. The sun had come up and it was hotter than hell’s furnace. The captain looked us over, and said “Sergeant, there’s a small farm town about a mile north of the city. I’m sending you with a recon squad, and an N-7 to check it out. Any questions?”
“Any idea on where the Ottomans went?” I asked.
“I have no idea. Yellow Bellied Bastards… ok, move out!”
I got up and picked my four recon men. “Carlyle, Surface, William, and… Charles. Grab your gear, lets go.” I climbed onto the tank and hit the hatch with my rifle butt. The tank commander popped his head out and looked at me curiously. “We’re going to a village in the north. Get the tank ready.” The tanker smiled as he slid back into his vehicle, shutting the hatch behind him. The rest of the patrol climbed onto the back of the tank as it turned and headed north.
It was an uneventful ride, a walk in the sun really. Within an hour we could see the village up ahead. We dismounted from the tank, moving out to provide it with infantry support. Carlyle and I moved out ahead of this force to the first buildings. We could hear the sound of metal being dragged across the wooden floor. There was a machine gun in the building. I ran back and climbed onto the tank and told the commander about the gun and which building it was in.
He slid back into his armored behemoth and the turret slowly traversed, taking aim. The big, 90mm gun flashed, blowing the building down. Smoke poured out of the windows. All hell broke loose. Small arms fire opened up on us. We returned fire, and the N-7 opened up with its .50 cal machine guns. The big 90mm gun flashed again, and another building was gone. We could just barely see the shapes of Ottoman infantry retreating. I fired my rifle grenade at them. I couldn’t tell who it hit.
I jumped down off the tank and moved forward. An enemy tank came speeding around the corner of a building, firing a tank round quickly, hoping to get a quick hit in. it missed, the round falling several feet short of our tank. Our tank returned fire, the round tearing through the Ottoman tank. Oily black smoke poured out of the open hatch.
Me and my infantry men advanced, the tank following behind. I turned into a side alley, taking cover behind a brick wall. Some Ottoman troops opened fire, and we returned it, watching for muzzle flashes before we picked our targets.
The N-7 came by and fired three rounds into the general area we were shooting at. Again another tank moved out of its concealment. It had been hidden inside one of the small houses, bricks stuck to its armor. It fired one round at us, knocking a hole into the brick wall we taking cover behind. Our N-7 returned fire, and another tank was up in flames.
The Ottoman infantry came back, opening up on us with everything this side of hell. We returned fire, and our tank pounded away at strong positions. The tank commander opened up the hatch and called out “Hey, we got some orders. We’re going to pull back to where we started the patrol and wait for more troops.” He shut the hatch and put the tank in reverse, but slowly, giving us covering fire. We ran back behind the retreating tank, using it for cover.
By mid afternoon, we were back where we had started. I made my report to the Captain and picked my lodging. It was a five star hotel in the city. As I fell asleep, I couldn’t help but to think about the short engagement. The Ottomans had fought tenaciously. It would be a long battle.
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About time
Zixk
Chieftain
Awsome.Where are the pics from?
Zixk
Chieftain
Good.
Ok. got almost all of the pictures i need. I'm gonna start on the update tonight. All i know is this: Expect it to be bloody. The invasion of Istanbul was one of the bloodiest in the whole war, and this battle (called 'Odin's Ridge') was the first real battle in the invasion. in the end I commited the 14th infantry, the 3rd tank corps, the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd marine armies, and at least forty other divisions against the Romans, the Mayans, and the Ottomans.
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