If there was one tactic Humanity had used many times before in war in the past, it was guerrilla warfare and it had proven to be very useful in defeating the enemies of those using it. All the way from the times of the ancient civilizations right up to the Second World War and even up to the 1979-1989 war in Afghanistan between the Mujahedeen and the Soviets, it had dealt superior forces crippling blows and many times, it had forced them to leave the war entirely or end the part of it where they and the guerrillas were fighting each other.
With the invaders, the now scattered remnants of the Earth's military and civilians had hoped to use this tactic against them. However, many feared that with the invaders' advanced technology they would stand little chance against them and that soon they would be destroyed or defeated and forced to give up. Still though, many tried it out, hoping for some success, even just a little.
And to their amazement, it was working, not very well as in great victories, but good enough on a scale that would really irritate the leaders of the aliens. It was happening globally all over the world, and next to the results of causing havoc and chaos among the invaders' military, there was also something out coming out of this as well.
Humanity, for three million years, had been divided by racial, social, political, economic, religious, and the circle of life ways that was in all forms of life. For so long, every so called 'race' of different people, whether white, black, brown or yellow. Asian, African, European, Native American etc. All of them had been divided by these things for so long in one way or another. But now, for the first time, Humanity had put aside everything it held against each other and had united under one single banner in the belief that this was literally a war that would determine the future of the Human race of whether it would continue to live freely under It's own wishes and way of life, or whether it would be ruled by an extra-terrestrial species that would, no doubt as this had happened many times in Human history, be friendly, but also brutal forms.
This, in turn, had united enemies alike everywhere to fight a common enemy.
Helmand province, Afghanistan
In the rugged hills and mountains of the Helmand province in southern Afghanistan, a small group of NATO and Taliban soldiers, numbering about fifteen altogether, moved single file along a path along a small mountain, keeping low so as not to avoid any detection by any of the invaders' drones or soldiers they knew were in the area. They all held a variety of weapons including M16's, pistols, AK-47's and a few RPG's. They were moving along here to a small ridge where they would be able to overlook a road where a small convoy of the invaders' vehicles was moving along. With them on the high ground, they planned to ambush them and start fighting back effectively at these creatures for invading their home world.
It was so hard to imagine it now that just weeks ago, these NATO and Taliban soldiers were at each other's throats hoping to beat one another in a war that had been raging for almost ten years, not giving up an inch. Now, however, these two sworn enemies had put aside their differences and united under a single banner to fight to defend their home world from these aliens.
"Alright, start settin' up," one of the soldiers, who was British, said.
The others moved over to the ridge whilst two, an American and a local Taliban fighter, kept an eye on the way they had come. A second Taliban soldier lay down on the other side of the ridge, training his weapon on a second path that led up to the ridge from near where the road was. This was likely where the dragons were to come up if they tried charging them as the frontal approach to the ridge was too rocky and sheer. The first British soldier joined the other eleven members of the group, made up of another two British soldiers, another American, two Bulgarians and five local fighters, made up of Taliban and Northern Alliance soldiers, along a small rock wall along the front of the ridge. He gazed down at the road below and saw several vehicles of the aliens moving along.
There were three of the oval shaped trucks but there were two new types of vehicles among the convoy as well. One of them was a vehicle with a short, fat rectangular base with treadmills moving it along like a normal Human tank would do. It had several small bulges which were placed at the four corners of the vehicle's base and a large gun, which had a main spherical shape with a kind of cylindrical nozzle which had several circular pieces that could retract into each other from the smallest at the end to the largest on the front of the sphere, placed in the middle, rising about five feet above the base of the vehicle. This was probably a tank. There was only one in the convoy.
The other vehicle was a longer and thinner rectangular shape and almost looked like a block driving on wheels, except there were small windows on the front and several doors along the side. Six large wheels were placed on the bottom of the vehicle to enable it to drive along. Along the top of the vehicle were three small guns. They were long and thin, about twenty feet in length, with a tiny silo at the ends. At the back of the guns on the top were small bulges, one on each, with a light green light on it, probably where the pilot(s) of the gun sat to operate it. Around each gun was a tall metallic wall to protect it. The roof of the vehicle was about ten feet off the ground and on the end of it was a small ladder. There was also only one of these vehicles in the convoy as well in the middle just behind the tank. They kind of reminded the soldier looking down at them of one of Hussein's old SCUD launchers, only, next to these being invented by aliens, there was no missile on the top of it.
One of the Afghans spoke in Pashtu to his comrades who were armed with RPG's who nodded and stood up. The British soldier who had just joined those along the wall looked through his binoculars down at the convoy. If they took out the lead vehicles first and then the rear vehicle, it would be stuck.
"ALLAH AKBAR!" WHOOSH! WHOOSH!
A cloud of dust was suddenly thrown up into the air as two RPG's flew out towards the convoy, spinning madly in the air as they went. Then, a chorus of explosions erupted from below as one of the missiles collided with the front oval truck, causing it to flip onto It's side and roll off the road. The other vehicles suddenly screeched to a halt and some of the occupants got out and began shouting at one another, confusion reigning amongst them over what was going on.
BOOM! The other RPG slammed into the side of the long rectangular vehicle, rocking it and almost tipping it over. A small hole was visible on the side of the vehicle when the dust had cleared, also revealing one of the doors literally hanging on by a thread of metal.
The fighters began clapping and patting each other's shoulders. The rest of the group did the same or let out a victorious laugh, finally having a victory against the invaders.
Outside Pyongyang, North Korea
In the mountains of North Korea just outside the remains of the peninsula's northern capitol, two Korean civilian men and a Korean soldier sneaked through the trees on the side of the mountain towards a small camp the invaders had set up. They had a small pack of matches and a weapon each and were planning to set fire to a small supply depot in a camp the aliens had set up nearby. The two civilian men had both been north Koreans and the soldier was a south Korean, both once sworn enemies to each other, but now they were standing shoulder to shoulder with each other to fight this new threat.
Then, they reached it. The camp was made up of a few small crates and parked around it were several more oval shaped trucks. On the side of the camp, near where the three Korean men were sneaking towards, were two large metallic crates with the entrances into the, open. One was filled with ammunition, the other with food and water. Both were perfect targets. A few dragons were on guard but were just talking to one another, unaware of the threat coming towards them.
The three Korean men stopped in the trees just near the crates and the soldier spoke in their native language to the two civilians, who nodded and ran off as quietly as they could towards the crates, the soldier following them, his weapon raised in case they were spotted.
A few moments later, the three ran back into the trees as an almighty explosion filled the air behind them, filling the sky with a fiery red/orange/yellow colour. Shouting followed as the dragons rushed to see what had caused their supplies to suddenly explode.
That was going to be a headache for them for a while.
Democratic Republic of Congo/Republic of Congo border
Within the plains and the savannah of the southern central African wilderness, a group of ten Congolese militants hid in the bushes near a river, their rifles and AK-47 weapons trained at the waterside, waiting for a group of dragons they had seen nearby go near the water for a drink. These men were from the same but divided nation, once having been sworn enemies. Now, like the rest of the world, they stood together as a united people to fight the dragon invaders.
One of the men muttered to his comrades and pointed out through a small gap in the bushes at the other side of the river. At first there was nothing but then, from behind a large clump of bushes and trees, came a group of three dragons. One of them pointed to the river and said something in his language to his friend, who nodded and they walked towards it for a drink, a chance to quench their thirst after going out on patrol on the hunt for the many militant groups roaming about in this wilderness.
The men loaded their weapons and waited until the dragons were close enough. Their faces contorted into looks of concentration as they aimed and set their fingers on the triggers of their weapons. Two of the dragons knelt down by the river and began scooping up water in their hands to drink whilst the other kept watch, all of them completely unaware of the threat just a few metres from them.
Then, the militants open fired on the dragons. For a few seconds, the air was filled with gunfire and screaming as the bullets tore into the three exposed dragons. They stood no chance and all were killed in a matter of seconds. The Congolese militants then quickly fled from the scene, knowing that more of these dragons would arrive soon to discover what had happened to their missing comrades.
It looked like the invasion did have an upside after all. Humanity was united like never before in this war, but would this global alliance between the nations last and be strong enough to win the conflict?
