Just a heads up this is going to have some rather dark things and overall pretty fucked up shit, since the Continent of Falmart is stuck in a roman style medieval times they're morals and what is acceptable are different them ours so of course Imperial Generals especially early on aren't just going to surrender when they're asses are handed to them by the Americans in little packages.
But unlike the Cannon, the empire's armies after Alnus attempt to combat the technological superiority with some... unconventional tactics. And please don't rip me apart in the reviews telling me about how the military's structured, I'll do my best to present the Army as accurate as I can but at the end of the day I'm not a solider, just a guy that though, "Hey! What level of fucked would the Empire be if they went to America and harmed it's citizens?"
The room was completely silent except for the sound of the clock on the wall ticking as the two men stared each other dead in the eye. "Are you sure our forces are ready?" Asked a middle aged man while tapping his fingers on his desk. "Yes Mr. President!" Replied a rather tall man with some grey hairs in his black hair. "we're ready to begin the operation Pompeii." Now what was this for you may add?
Three months ago a massive stone structure later dubbed "the Gate" out of nowhere appeared in Times square, then soldiers in roman like armor and wielding swords and spears marched out of it with dragons and other monsters behind. At first people stopped what they were doing and begun taking pictures of this spectacle until this army started to attack them.
Chaos ruled supreme while the terrified citizens of New York were mercilessly slaughtered, the invaders showed extreme cruelty to those unfortunate enough to be in their path as murdering entire families and mass rape was a disgusting yet frequent occurrence. The NYPD were the first to make a organized and proper defense of the city. While small arms fire from pistols and shotguns easily punched through their armor, the riders on their dragons and monsters were virtually impossible to defeat and after blockade after blockade were pushed back.
An hour after the invasion began the National guard arrived at the scene and absolutely wiped the floor with the invaders, SWAT with riot gear also came and incapacitated many with their tear gas. And to top it off two hours later arrived the Boeing MH-6 and Apache helicopters with their machine guns and rockets that had little trouble taking out the dragons, sending them plummeting down to mother earth.
Despite the extreme advantage of the National guard it took them nearly two days to drive the enemy back to the gate and the cost would be staggering. Although technically inferior the Roman like soldiers killed well over 7,000 civilians, 20,000 injured and 3,000 reported missing while the enemy estimates were over 70,000 dead with 15,000 taken prisoner.
During the following days it was discovered that the foreigners spoke a dialect of Latin which made sense with their Roman like armor except the whole magic and fantasy creatures likes ogres or dragons thing. One of the prisoners, was viscount named Herm Fule Maio. He explained that the he along with the rest of the soldiers had come from the Saderan empire or simply known as 'The empire' on the other side of the gate which acted as a portal between the two worlds for the purpose of acquiring land, resources and slaves. Maio arrogantly proclaimed the this was a minor setback and the empire would take over and 'civilize the new-world barbarians', earning him a rather brutal beat down.
Men and women had swarmed the recruiting offices never before seen since Pearl harbor, eager to serve their beloved nation. Now it was time, in the gap between then and now the only real action was scouting patrols on the other side revealing a technologically backwards but it was time to claim vengeance.
"Tomorrow at 13:00 hours our forces will pass through the gate and establish a staging ground in the other side." "Good, now general Smith, you're are dismissed." The general in return saluted and walked away on the way out.Now the American giant had been wrong and soon the country and her people would exact revenge for this travesty.
July 13th, 2016 AD of the Georgian calendar
He quietly sat in the M3 Bradley as it's engine idled in line on Foster avenue, a simple dot in the enormous convey park along the entire road. Named Michael Johnson, a 19 year old in the army with curly black hair and light brown eyes along being relatively short being 5'5.
He joined shortly before the Manhattan incident and had been assigned to the 27th infantry regiment nicknamed "Wolfhounds". They had actually been at the scene but unfortunately for some of the more trigger happy guys didn't see any action other then helping to evacuate civilians out of the area.
"Hey Johnson." He looked up and saw a guy to his right in his late twenties with small shrubs of blonde hair with glasses giving him a smirk, "got gum on ya?" Private Anthony Cork his friend through bootcamp and the loudmouth of the squad. "Yeah... I got a piece." He dug into his pocket and pulled out a lone piece in a paper wrapper which Cork quickly snatched from his hand.
"Don't you dare blow any bubbles dumbass." Then to his left was machine gun specialist Phillip Zhao staring daggers at the two privates while reading a book. "Why don't you stop being a grinch then heh?" Zhao didn't say a another word but his glare said, "don't fuck with me." "Because private Cork, if you run your mouth instead of paying attention to the task at hand you mind find a bullet in your skull and this case an arrow." On the other bench on the opposite side if them was Corporal Samual Collins, a man from Kentucky who had by far the most combat experience out of all of them.
"Alrighty ladies we're heading out" said the commander of the M2 as the driver revved the fighting vehicle's engine. Then Johnson could feel the Bradly moving, curiosity filling his mind. "Corporal, what do you thinks on the other side?" The older man chuckled, "Don't know, how about we show the Romans what Nec aspera terrent means!" "Nec aspera terrent!" They shouted, it was their motto meaning: "No fear on earth" But soon enough the enemy would the true meaning of fear.
Venuseos 13th, 687 AD of the Imperial calendar
General Felgen of the kingdom of Algena through his spy glass eyed the Gate, the magical structure gave a aurora of power and mystery. To be quite honest this whole war had left him confused and worried, a force of 20 legions supported by orcs, ogres and wyverns which was more then enough to subjugated a kingdom had suffered a crippling defeat and only 35,000 returned with many either traumatized or with horrific wounds and those willing to speak told of a terrible tale.
The Imperial army had been amazed by the other world, the building mostly made of glass reaching up to the clouds, stranges noises coming from who knows where, iron carriages that possibly by magic moved by themselves without horses and people of diverse appearances speaking a strange language from some that looked like them to those with dark skin and all where weird clothing unlike that worn back home. Quickly they advanced, the people like roaches ran away from the expedition force to no avail, many being slain before they even had a chance. Then some men in dark blue outfits with matching hats started using small black objects, held much like a crossbow, that spat out a flash of light with a loud bang like thunder, leaving a man on the ground bleeding but no arrow to be found.
These weapons could penetrate shields but took much more effort for the orcs and were useless against the lumbering ogres and soaring wyverns whose rider would throw spears onto their opponents below. They thought that this was the nation's army but they clearly were fighting a losing battle for the enemy would retreat to what could be described as makeshift barriers that did little to slow their advance.
To them it that battle had been won, free for the empire to take as it pleased and to civilize and soon this land and possibly this entire world would be theirs or at leadt though it would be. Soon the sounds of thunder be heard with screams echoing across the strange city, and quickly they found out why. In mere hours things soured and they soon realized ... the forces they fought wasn't the army but just a militia!
To their horror strange flying creatures flew overhead, take out the wyverns and spitting death from above with entire legions being torn to shreds by just two or three of the beasts. On the ground it wasn't much better as iron elephants seemingly created a miniature eruption on the ground, sending body parts and remnants of armor raining down like rain but to make things worse no arrows or even swords could hurt them. And finally these men wearing round helmets with no armor and instead clothing that were light green wielding staffs that had the same effect as the wands used by the militias.
During those two days heavy house to house fight with the imperial army being defeated again and again. Finally with all their wyverns and most of the monsters killed the remaining men fleeing back into their world.
From the reports he got the only things of true value taken were small amounts of jewelry and a little over 3,000 captured people who were soon sent to the markets to be sold off, in his eyes a little over half of the invasion force for a few thousand slaves and some trinkets were a complete waste but fortunately there was some things of value.
Some men had taken the liberty of taking some of these strange weapons, now the empire could look into these and potentially find good use for them but all the action that did happen recently was a occasional scouting mission by Calvary had seen these other-worlds digging earthworks and scouting likewise in their iron beasts before quickly cowardly running to their position on the hill. The only reason why the emperor hadn't order a counterattack until now was that he was replacing the soldiers had lost and would along with the allied kingdoms' combined armies of 200,000 support with the usual orcs, ogres, wyvern squadrons and giant catapults to destroy the supposed iron elephants.
'No matter.' The old general thought, 'considering they haven't launched a attack, they must be either unable to fight or severely weakened. Any army would after fighting like that.' Even with the horror stories the survivors told there was the possibility that they were simply reach outlandish conclusions for things they didn't understand, that's how legends are created.
"Sir! There's noises coming from the gate!" Felgen turned two see a messenger on horseback, "We believe the enemy are receiving reinforcements from the other side." "Then we must advance before their reinforcements arrive! Tell then men to ready the catapults!" "Right away sir!" As soon as he came the soldiers sped away to notify Felgen's force of 11 legions who had arrived earlier then the rest of the combined forces which would be there then next day.
He took his spy glass and viewed his army in formation, proudly marching to glory and victory. The old general then turned over to the off-worlders' lines, just ahead of their main position was small groups of men in holes for what he presumed to warn the main forces of a incoming attack or simple reconnaissance. They'd wouldn't last long against his army which vastly outnumbered them at least 20:1, surely they would be crushed without trouble and continue on to retake the hill.
Suddenly the ground shock as apart of his forces was engulfed in a thunderous fireball, startling his men and the horses into panic. Pow! Pow! Pow! Ratatatatata! Ratatata! Boom! Boom! Boom-boom-boom! "W-what?!" He exclaimed out loud as he watched lines of men and monster who were destroyed by the explosions fall down like rag dolls seemingly for no reason, 'So this is their magic? Cowards I say, to fight from a distance and not man to man is-is disgraceful! Un proper!' Felgen then saw a group of ogres heading straight for one of the holes, some falling but must pushing on defiant of the enemy's magic and for a second he though they'd squash them like bugs.
Instead these strange soldiers grabbed what they could and ran, using their staffs to slow the ogres' advance, frustrated him. These cowards were running away to their next position! Fleeing! How could the imperial army suffer a defeat at the hands of men that simply ran away from the action to case their dirty spell from afar?! As if his men read his mind some of his catapults were let loose and throw giant boulders at them. The enemy ducked and scrambled to get out of the way and they missed! Missed!
He was seriously getting angry, they were butchering his men before they could even fight and marched to their deaths. The general saw with his own two eyes the army he had saw something or rather large iron beast emerging from the Gate! 'They're here!' In a bid of desperation he yelled, "Let loose the remaining catapult! Calvery!" He quickly got on his horse and turned to his most elite calvary detachment who stood by him this entire time. "The enemy are here and we must repelled them! For his majesty and for Falmart!" General Felgen pulled out his sword and lifted it in the air. "Charge!" He swiftly kicked his horse and it quickly galloped to the scene, the other riders just behind him.
As they sped across the battlefield he looked around him, death was all around him like fog and the sounds of the chaos filled his ears. The tan beasts turn their heads and lead out a monstrous roar from their snouts, send giant bolts of light at them. One flew over his head, whistling past before letting out thunderous boom as hit hit the ground behind him. "Continue on my brothers! Contin-" His shouts of encouragement was cut short as he and his horse was engulfed in a explosion.
For a few seconds he was disoriented, unable to focus one anything then the terrible ringing in his ears but then he blinked his eyes a few times. He could see the sun rising above the land, he turned his head to the right and saw his men desperately trying to push forward only to be cut down like wheat to a sickle, to his left was a man simply standing there grabbing where his right lower arm was suppose be and finally he looked to himself.
He cool fell nothing yet saw he had not legs, both gone and in it's place a large pool of his own blood. He laid back his head again, his vision blurring. 'Is this really what the empire's against?' He thought while his vision finally going dark, 'Then please...by the gods..save us all...'
It was the last he thought, last he felt, last he saw, last he breathed air and the last time he was to be in the land of the living. He along with his men no matter how brave were simply no match and were effortlessly destroyed. The first battle of Alnus hill had been a overwhelming victory for the Americans and it was only a matter of time until total victory was theirs...
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