Zixk
Chieftain
I'll be waiting even more now. Good thing i'm patient.
The Great Patriotic War
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psweetman1590
Emperor
So, is it tonight yet? 
Zixk
Chieftain
Tonight is a very long night.
TheLoneMan
The Original Reindeer
That last update was magnificent. Keep up the good work!
September 3, 1675. D+10, Istanbul
In the initial days of the invasion, the assault force advanced rapidly, capturing an additional three cities along with Istanbul itself. However, rather than continue this advance, Scandinavian generals order the army group to dig in, and wait for the Ottoman's to counter attack.
The 14th army has been kept in reserve during the advance. However, a sudden and brutal offensive from the Ottomans, Mayans, and Romans threw them back into the fray. Their target: Hill 906, Called 'Odin's Ridge' due to the belief that any unit that attacks the hill will soon meet Odin himself.
Account:
I lay in a small ditch, my body partially hidden by some small bushes. I risked a glance, and there in front of me, lay our target. I could scarcely see the force of Roman parachute legionnaires moving about the hill. separating them from us was a long, elaborate maze of barbed wire, trenches, mine fields, and traps.
Behind us, Captain Baldr let out a low whistle that sounded like a bird. it was our signal.
"Second squad, follow me!" I whispered, and I got up and ran in a low crouch. I could occasionally make out the shapes of men from other companies, battalions, regiments, and divisions in the 14th moving with us. The Romans hadn't noticed us- the lack of pre-bombardment had insured that this would be a surprise attack. We reached the first line of defense at the hill- a long fence of barbed wire. Pulling out wire cutters, we cut through the fence quietly and quickly.
Once the full force was arrayed at the foot of the ridge, we got the order to move out. We got up into a crouch and moved up the hill. The next part was the most dangerous- the mine field. Fixing our bayonets, we crawled forward, poking the tips into the ground.
And then, we heard a voice yell something up above us, at the top of the ridge. A single machine gun opened up. Three men got up and bolted, and had their legs cut off at the knee by land mines. All hell broke loose. The Romans knew we were there now.
Machine gun and rifle fire tore at us as we continued through the minefield, crawling through inch after hellish inch. Some men tried to run, and were killed or horribly maimed for the effort. This wasn't a battle. it was slaughter.
I got through the mine field, taking up cover behind a big ant hill. Machine gun tracers zipped over my head, and I could hear the crack as bullets blew dust out of my cover. I leaned over to the right and looked up the hill. I could faintly make out the shapes of enemy soldiers on the hill. I raised my rifle and looked through the sights of the rifle and took up the slack on the trigger. The rifle buckled against my shoulder and I could only just see one of the men fall to the ground.
I could just faintly hear the screech of a mortar round coming, so I got up and ran over the ant hill towards the hill. More men were getting through the field and we charged, screaming like berserk animals. Bullets struck the ground around my feet. I Fired my rifle till it ejected the clip, and then I reloaded and continued to fire.
I could faintly notice the outline of a Roman 88mm gun turning to face us directly. I dove to the ground yelling “Get down!” The gun flashed and the soldier behind me and to the left disappeared from the waist up. His legs kept running for three more strides before falling to the ground.
I struggled to my feet and ran towards the gun. Several other men followed me. The gun fired three more shells in rapid succession and my group’s ranks diminished. The gun’s shells moved faster than the speed of sound- you couldn’t hear one till it was too late. Me and three other men reached a boulder at the foot of a small hill that housed the guns. The gun fired, but it lacked the traverse to hit the rock. The gun crew began firing on us. We returned fire, but were in a bad position.
One of the men had .30 caliber machine gun with a bipod and a rifle stock. It was one of the new Stinger light assault machine gun, a man portable weapon capable of 900 rounds per minute. “Can I borrow that?” I asked.
The man set the weapon on the ground and took off his ammo belts. “Go ahead.”
I handed him my weapon and ammo, and picked up the Stinger. “Give me covering fire!” They unloaded on the gun and I dashed off to the right, bullets kicking up dust at my feet. I got to a blind spot on the hill and climbed up, my finger beginning to take up the slack on the Stinger.
I got to the lip and ran over to the sandbags that surrounded the gun. I pulled the trigger and machine gun jerked, spraying the full belt of ammo on the Romans in sight. They were torn apart by the huge rate of fire.
I ducked back down behind the sand bags and loaded another belt into the gun. I stood up and noticed an opening against the side of the larger cliff. I spun and pulled the trigger as a group of Romans came running out of the hole. They were blown to the ground. I dropped the gun and hurled a grenade into the hole, followed by another, then a third. I finished with a ripping burst from the Stinger.
I signaled the men up and two of them came forward. They carried my rifle and ammo. “Where the hells the other guy?” I asked.
“The damn Italians got em.” One of the men answered me, handing me my rifle and ammo. I slung the rifle, deciding to keep the Stinger. We found a crate of grenades and spiked the gun.
“So what the hells in that hole?” One of the men asked.
“I haven’t a damn clue.” I answered. I pointed with the Stinger’s barrel. “Lets find out.”
One of many Roman 88's that were nocked out in this battle.
The Viking .30 cal, a gun similar to the Stinger. It lacks the rifle stock.
In the initial days of the invasion, the assault force advanced rapidly, capturing an additional three cities along with Istanbul itself. However, rather than continue this advance, Scandinavian generals order the army group to dig in, and wait for the Ottoman's to counter attack.
The 14th army has been kept in reserve during the advance. However, a sudden and brutal offensive from the Ottomans, Mayans, and Romans threw them back into the fray. Their target: Hill 906, Called 'Odin's Ridge' due to the belief that any unit that attacks the hill will soon meet Odin himself.
Account:
I lay in a small ditch, my body partially hidden by some small bushes. I risked a glance, and there in front of me, lay our target. I could scarcely see the force of Roman parachute legionnaires moving about the hill. separating them from us was a long, elaborate maze of barbed wire, trenches, mine fields, and traps.
Behind us, Captain Baldr let out a low whistle that sounded like a bird. it was our signal.
"Second squad, follow me!" I whispered, and I got up and ran in a low crouch. I could occasionally make out the shapes of men from other companies, battalions, regiments, and divisions in the 14th moving with us. The Romans hadn't noticed us- the lack of pre-bombardment had insured that this would be a surprise attack. We reached the first line of defense at the hill- a long fence of barbed wire. Pulling out wire cutters, we cut through the fence quietly and quickly.
Once the full force was arrayed at the foot of the ridge, we got the order to move out. We got up into a crouch and moved up the hill. The next part was the most dangerous- the mine field. Fixing our bayonets, we crawled forward, poking the tips into the ground.
And then, we heard a voice yell something up above us, at the top of the ridge. A single machine gun opened up. Three men got up and bolted, and had their legs cut off at the knee by land mines. All hell broke loose. The Romans knew we were there now.
Machine gun and rifle fire tore at us as we continued through the minefield, crawling through inch after hellish inch. Some men tried to run, and were killed or horribly maimed for the effort. This wasn't a battle. it was slaughter.
I got through the mine field, taking up cover behind a big ant hill. Machine gun tracers zipped over my head, and I could hear the crack as bullets blew dust out of my cover. I leaned over to the right and looked up the hill. I could faintly make out the shapes of enemy soldiers on the hill. I raised my rifle and looked through the sights of the rifle and took up the slack on the trigger. The rifle buckled against my shoulder and I could only just see one of the men fall to the ground.
I could just faintly hear the screech of a mortar round coming, so I got up and ran over the ant hill towards the hill. More men were getting through the field and we charged, screaming like berserk animals. Bullets struck the ground around my feet. I Fired my rifle till it ejected the clip, and then I reloaded and continued to fire.
I could faintly notice the outline of a Roman 88mm gun turning to face us directly. I dove to the ground yelling “Get down!” The gun flashed and the soldier behind me and to the left disappeared from the waist up. His legs kept running for three more strides before falling to the ground.
I struggled to my feet and ran towards the gun. Several other men followed me. The gun fired three more shells in rapid succession and my group’s ranks diminished. The gun’s shells moved faster than the speed of sound- you couldn’t hear one till it was too late. Me and three other men reached a boulder at the foot of a small hill that housed the guns. The gun fired, but it lacked the traverse to hit the rock. The gun crew began firing on us. We returned fire, but were in a bad position.
One of the men had .30 caliber machine gun with a bipod and a rifle stock. It was one of the new Stinger light assault machine gun, a man portable weapon capable of 900 rounds per minute. “Can I borrow that?” I asked.
The man set the weapon on the ground and took off his ammo belts. “Go ahead.”
I handed him my weapon and ammo, and picked up the Stinger. “Give me covering fire!” They unloaded on the gun and I dashed off to the right, bullets kicking up dust at my feet. I got to a blind spot on the hill and climbed up, my finger beginning to take up the slack on the Stinger.
I got to the lip and ran over to the sandbags that surrounded the gun. I pulled the trigger and machine gun jerked, spraying the full belt of ammo on the Romans in sight. They were torn apart by the huge rate of fire.
I ducked back down behind the sand bags and loaded another belt into the gun. I stood up and noticed an opening against the side of the larger cliff. I spun and pulled the trigger as a group of Romans came running out of the hole. They were blown to the ground. I dropped the gun and hurled a grenade into the hole, followed by another, then a third. I finished with a ripping burst from the Stinger.
I signaled the men up and two of them came forward. They carried my rifle and ammo. “Where the hells the other guy?” I asked.
“The damn Italians got em.” One of the men answered me, handing me my rifle and ammo. I slung the rifle, deciding to keep the Stinger. We found a crate of grenades and spiked the gun.
“So what the hells in that hole?” One of the men asked.
“I haven’t a damn clue.” I answered. I pointed with the Stinger’s barrel. “Lets find out.”
TheLoneMan
The Original Reindeer
Definitely worth the wait.
Hmm, you sure seem to be busy! If you still have a save from the old game, could you show us what the world looks like (but use ctrl-shift-m if it would spoil anything and just photoshop in the current borders).
Other Questions:
1. There are two sides on this war, as you mentioned in an update on page 2:
Your Side: You, Babylon, Mongolia, Iroquois
Maya Side: Maya, Ottomans, Rome, Sumeria
Are there any other civs currently existing? What were the ones at the beginning of the game (and don't tell me there aren't any- you've already mentioned that France, Egypt, and Carthage once existed!)
2. Any chance of knowing why the Babylonians were at war with you in the sequel?
Other Questions:
1. There are two sides on this war, as you mentioned in an update on page 2:
Your Side: You, Babylon, Mongolia, Iroquois
Maya Side: Maya, Ottomans, Rome, Sumeria
Are there any other civs currently existing? What were the ones at the beginning of the game (and don't tell me there aren't any- you've already mentioned that France, Egypt, and Carthage once existed!)
2. Any chance of knowing why the Babylonians were at war with you in the sequel?
America was still in existance, as was France, but neither were a major power. Scandinavia had taken England and India very early (MA's). Later Scandinavia took Carthage and most of Egypt. The war started when Maya launched a major invasion in Egypt and Carthage. In Egypt it went into an all out slug fest. in Carthage it was basically me sending as many troops as I could to Carthage. We stopped them at the capitol, and then pushed them back. Later there was a second invasion of Egypt, this one backed by new tanks (which will be in the next update, or the one after that, 'hint')
The Babylonians went to war with me because they found a nuclear submarine of mine in their territory. There had already been major tension between us anyway, so war was inevitable.
The Babylonians went to war with me because they found a nuclear submarine of mine in their territory. There had already been major tension between us anyway, so war was inevitable.
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