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The mysterious Otaku:Yep
ThatOneGuy001: It will be different in the 2nd chapter
Horus100: They are on NATO side
Kamzil118: It will be a completely different story from second chapter to later on. I ensure that I never ever intend to violate the copyright of your story.
Guest:But those guy aren't featured neither in World in Conflict nor Wargame: Red Dragon but I may add some country with prototype unit(Thailand and Vietnam maybe) and ANZAC (stands for Australian New Zealand Army Corps.)
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2 days later, Town square, Stuttgart, West Germany
Captain Nikolai Malashenko and his men watched in shock as every round they fired at the aliens simply bounced off, it took over a burst of MG fire to just to break the kinetic barrier.
"Okay we don't have enough ammo to bring them all down this way. Any ideas on how we can take out their shield quick?" Malashenko asked to his men.
"What about an RPG or explosives?" One of his men suggested, "The impact might not kill them but the explosion may. At the very least it'll take out those barriers and spread them out from their formation."
His men continued to argue and discuss on how to do it to test it, since their RPGs would become a finite resource when the aliens brought out their tanks.
"Good, any other suggestions?" Malashenko asked when suddenly 2 Czech soldiers ran into the building.
"The aliens are attacking!" One soldier said.
"Everyone, defensive positions!" Malashenko ordered as he grab his AK and got to his command position.
"Oh god have mercy! Enemy tank and infantry 11 o'clock!" One Soviet AT soldier said before firing his Konkurs ATGM at the Turian tank only to be deflected by the kinetic barrier.
"We need air sup..." The radiomen began his request before he got shot by a Turian prayed for his fallen brother, and after laying the man down gently, took the radio from his hand and began to call out
"Command: This is Malashenko, the aliens are now advancing on our position! We need air support now!" He was receiving no reply, and slowly as the aliens began their attack, he could hear his men calling for orders on the various channels.
The aliens, some kind of forward assault troop, judging by their heavy armor along with their shields, had professionally moved up in good order with support from their tank and almost reached the Soviet lines.
"Bring it on you cyka!" Malashenko shouted as he tossed an explosive pack into the spearhead, staving the avians off for a few precious seconds even killing one and knocking the rest off their feet from the pressure wave.
Malashenko was prepared for the shot that would end his life, but from the flank NATO troops poured in, firing their rifles on full auto and overtaking the Turians, forcing them to retreat with haste after losing a quarter of their number, and losing their tank to concentrated fire, from AT troopers who volleyed their fire.
Malashenko and his remaining troops saw an opportunity so rising from their cover they stopped the Turians from moving into their position, forcing the birds to either risk ambush in the buildings to their left, or run back along the wide street under constant fire.
They chose the only reliable option, under constant fire and losing another quarter of their number, they fell back in good order to the street junction.
After the fighting, Malashenko looked to his remaining men, feeling his stomach churn in sadness at the sight of nearly half his men dead or wounded. "Hey Red!" One of the Americans yelled out, catching his attention. "You look important. My CO wants to meet with you. I'll take you to him while our guys help you shore up defences!" He said, waiting for Malashenko to give an affirmative grunt before leading him to a barricaded building.
"Sir! What if it's a trap?" One of his few remaining NCOs asked.
"They could have let the aliens slaughter us before they attacked. They didn't. I at least owe them my ears for a few minutes." Malashenko said before walking into the building.
Leading him into a back room, he saw an american captain with his retinue of a radio operator, an NCO, and a couple bodyguards.
The NATO commander was an average build and height, young at early 20's, and his only visually distinctive markings was his lieutenant bar, stitched onto his clothing.
"I'm 1st Lieutenant Parker, US Army." Parker said sparsely, before offering his hand.
"I'm Captain Nikolai Malashenko, Soviet Armed Forces." Malashenko said, hesitating for a second before firmly grasping Parker's hand.
"Pleasure. Take a seat." Parker said as one of the US Riflemen stood from his seat and offered it to the captain.
"I'm a man of few words but here it is. We are under alien attack. No warning, no messages that we know of. I know I don't want to fight you, and you likely want to stop fighting too. I'm offering an informal truce between my battalion and anyone else who will listen, until the crisis has passed. I'm tired of war. I just want to try and find my family back in Seattle." One of Parker's men did his best to translate, and Malashenko picked up the rest on his own.
Malashenko hesitated for a few moments, remembering the wet and lush province of the US that he fought in before. "I- I understand, I just want to go home too, I accept your truce. I assume you have a higher ranking officer I can coordinate with as well?"
Parker didn't answered, he just used the radio set on the table, "Colonel Sawyer this is Parker." Parker said into the radio.
"Parker, report." The radio replied.
"We've pushed the aliens away from the town square, we saved a Soviet company and their officer. He's here with me."
"Good work Parker. I knew I could count on you. Can you put him on please?" Sawyer ordered, starting to sound a bit distracted.
Parker immediately passed the radio to Malashenko,"This is Captain Malashenko, Soviet Armed Forces."
"Colonel Sawyer, US Army I assume you accepted the truce?"
"He offered us an alliance to fight against the aliens but I still need a promise that you won't back stabs us when we kick them out."
"I understand your concern Captain. I know its kind a hard to take the word of a man you can't meet in person, but you have my promise, no NATO forces under my command will attack any of your boys."
"My soldiers will not open fire on yours." Malashenko promised in return
"Good. Now if you can perhaps put parker in contact with the cities commander, if it still has a unified leadership, that would be nice. We're going to all have to work together to keep the aliens contained."
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Orbit above Earth, Turian fleet
"Status report on current operations." Desolas asked.
"It's well underway, we have taken over a dozen population centers by surprise. We have concluded that they don't have any form of Space Defences. But it should be noted that we attacked with total surprise, and several cities were undefended except law enforcement."
"How about the resistance?"
"Various: Ranging from a walkover, to inches by inches fighting. Even with total surprise, it appears we have intruded upon an already underway conflict, meaning many of their reserves of soldiers are either way fighting or we landed in the middle of an active theater of war and they were expecting assault. If not by us at least."
"This is problematic, keep me updated on the situation as it develops. Hopefully we can force them to capitulate and enter a dialogue within the week."
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Forest 200 meters from Aerok Hill, Korean DMZ, South Korea
Kang was with what was left of his men and even the North Korean soldiers who were forced to flee along with his men.
"What are they? They just shot at us all!" One of the North Korean conscripts complained quietly, looking battered and bloody from the sudden high intensity fighting that came when a alien gunship strafed the hill and deployed a squad of soldiers.
"I don't know but they certainly aren't human." Kang answered as he observed the alien rounding up POWs from the last fight, capturing nearly a fifth of his company, and nearly a hundred North Koreans who held the hill.
Looking to the North Korean woman who had previously attacked him, who turned out to be the one complaining, he rolled his eyes, "What's your name?" He demanded.
"I'm Cha-Te-Kyung, Korean People's Army 52nd Infantry." she replied somewhat proudly, before feeling her face where he smashed it into a metal bar and she winced visibly.
"I'm 1st Lieutenant Kang-Eun-Pyo, welcome to the Republic of Korea Army. I don't care if you're from the North, we just got bigger problems. That goes for all of you." He explained to the nearly 50 men and woman in the small forest.
"Okay so here's the plan. They want that hill that we both have been bleeding and dying for? Well they don't get it! We're going to take out that gunship and keep that hill for ourselves until we get an idea of what the fuck is going on. Any questions? And if any of you Norths have a problem with me in command let me know now." KAng lifted his rifle menacingly, the implication quite clear they could either fight him for it, or leave now.
None of the NKs had a problem with it, or they felt threatened being surrounded by twice their number of South Koreans.
"Hey look the gunship is landing. I think they're moving our comrades onto it!" Cha pointed out.
Kang was formulating a plan when suddenly a Type 74 Nana-Yon tank and a squad of Japanese paratroopers appeared out of the nearby forest and start firing their Type 89s at the Turians, surprising them for a moment.
"Aww shit, I forgot about those guys. Welp, guess it's been decided for us! Charge!" Kang declared emerging from the forest himself and starting to give covering fire up the hill for the Japanese.
The Type 74 fired its 105mm Main Gun at the Turian gunship still grounded, its barrier deflected the shot much to the surprise of everyone, including the Turian pilot. However the follow up shot managed to hit the engine nacelle which looked damaged.
Kang leading the charge like always, managed to make it to the first line of trenches and all of the Koreans, united by purpose followed after him. "Come on! You won't let the Japanese beat us to the top will you?!" That got the North Koreans blood moving, they hated the Japanese more than Kang.
Moving up to the next trench line, using the fire by Squad maneuver again, Kang watched as the Turians, realizing they couldn't win, started to board their gunship.
"Don't let them go, Stinger Team blast them!" The Japanese officer declared, Kang stopped as he heard that.
"Are the Japs really gonna shoot our friends down with a Stinger?!" A South Korean next to him asked in alarm.
"Target locked!" Said the Japanese MANPADs operator.
"Fire!" creamed the Japanese commander as the Stinger fired its missile at the Turian rocket slammed into the damaged engine of the shuttle causing it to spin violently before crashing to the ground. Right on Kang's position.
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Kang awoke in what appeared to be a field hospital, laying on a stretcher on the dirt ground, a medic was standing over him.
"You have been unconscious for almost 12 hours." The medic said nonchalantly as he checked the IV that connected to his arm.
"Where am I?" Kang asked after feeling like he was made of bricks for a few moments, barely able to see out of his eyes.
"You're at a hospital, the blast of the Stinger really hurt you. You got two broken bones and a lot of bruises on your back right now. And likely a concussion from when you hit your head on a metal bar."
"What happened while I was asleep?"
"Quite a lot, we are now under ceasefire with the North, they are having as much of a problem with the aliens as much as we are. President Chun is now negotiating with Pyongyang for an alliance against them."
"How long do I have to stay here?" Kang asked the medic.
"About a week. We need to wait for your wound to heal up and make sure you don't have a concussion." The medic said when suddenly a South Korean soldier walked up to his stretcher.
"Doc is he OK?" Asked a new soldier, Kang was struggling to remember his name..
"Eun-Pyo long time no seen old friend." The man said removing his helmet.
"Ki- Kim Soo-Hyeok! I thought you were dead." Kang was shocked to see the friend he thought was dead standing right infront of him.
"Yeah, but I am here now right?"
"But I saw you killed by an artillery strike at Inchon 3 months ago!"
"No I just get a few light wounds from it...but my squad wasn't really that lucky. The Aliens struck our base. We did the only thing we could do and moved up to here."
"Sorry to hear that."
"That aside, what happened to you, I heard your unit was here at the time the aliens attacked."
"Well, me and what was left of… Well basically everyone on that hill fell back to a forest, and just about everywhere, until the damn Japanese come out nowhere with a fucking tank and I wasn't going to let the damn Japs have all the glory. Not after my men had bled and fought for that hill for weeks." Kang explained to Kim but was interrupted when a Japanese paratrooper walked by.
"You didn't tell the whole story." The paratrooper said before whispering to Kim before walking away.
"You really love that Northern girl don't you?" Kim said while smiling sheepishly.
"What I don't know anyt..."
"They found you covering her with your body when the gunship crashed into you."
"... What? I- I never did such a thing!" Kang swore.
"Ah..ah..ah your face is beat red!" Kim said as he saw Kang's face turn red.
"I don't love her! I was just trying to dodge the fucking ship coming down on my head!" Kang said trying to stop Kim from mocking him.
"Well, you can believe what you want to. Sorry I have to go, duty calls."
"Good luck then." Kang said a bit bitterly before Kim left.
After Kim left, Kang sighed in relief. "That was close."
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Units
Type 74 Nana-Yon: A Japanese stereotype tank, shitty armor expect to be single shot by anything anything with more than 13 AP power but its top version is armed with an automatic grenade launcher which can come in handy.
Bochongsu: A North Korean main line infantry, for 20 points it is the second best REDFOR line infantry in my opinion second only to the Czech Motostrelci. It's very cheap and some transport can be very deadly in number(I remember that I killed an F-18 with the VTT-323 armed with strela)
Kutei: A Japanese Special forces, nothing to say but are really really deadly in urban warfare.
Jeongchaldae: A North Korean 2 men(women) squad armed with a Yugoslav made Zastava M76 Sniper Rifle, an RPG-7 and Type 68. They are substandard recon infantry.
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Author's note: That was the 2nd Chapter thankyou guys for watching. Please feel free to leave a comment.