Turian Invasion+7, Japanese Hatsuyuki Class Destroyer, JDS Isoyuki, Human Naval Battle Group 1, Flotilla 1, South China Sea.
The bridge was full of crew and officers. The fleet had been ordered to move in to provide air support for the Thai and Vietnamese forces defending Bangkok, which was being sieged by the Turians.
The combined fleet was comprised of vessels from half a dozen various nations, including China, Japan, USA, and the USSR. The various vessels formed up in mixed units, the Soviet ships, with their large amounts of firepower were placed at the flanks. the USA's small escort Carriers and one larger super carrier provided air support in the center, while the various asiatic powers made up the bulk of destroyers and support ships.
The sonar operator, upon finding something, spoke out in alarm, "Unknown signal detected, 36 kilometers North of us, enemy submersible!" The operator reported aloud to the captain, as he spotted a distinctive blip and heard its sound. He began to sound off the exact degree and positioning then.
The captain began giving a flurry of orders after a moment's pause, gently picking up the intercom microphone he stated calmly, "All hands man your battle stations. Communications, contact the other flotillas, we have identified enemy vessels. Prepare to fire the ARSOC, this is not a drill!"
"Enemy is closing in at the speed of 20 knots, we will be within their range in 20 minutes." the tactical officer reported, staring intently into his computer screen and calculator.
"Fire when ready!" The captain ordered as the Isoyuki fired the ARSOC a few seconds later, sending the missile into the water and propelling it towards the Turian submarine.
The submersible, in actually was barely worth the name, it was barely made to be three meters underwater. A thin cheaply made hull and relatively lightly armed.
"Impact in 3...2...1...mark!" The weapons operator counted down before a huge explosion rocked the water, sending debris and black smoke onto the surface.
"Enemy destroyed...wait, 15 more sonar contacts, enemy submarines!" The sonar operator reported to the captain as 15 more dots appeared on the sonar screen.
"Fire at will!" The captain ordered as the Isoyuki started to load and fire another ARSOC alongside the six other ships in their flotilla. They were thankfully very far out of the estimated range of any torpedoes, but not so much for cruise missiles.
The Turians, as soon as their fleet closed the distance, fired their missiles at the flotilla. Their first victim was the Chinese Destroyer 'Hefei'. Of the dozens of missiles, one punched through the defensive fire and then her hull, the subsequently huge explosion rocked the surrounding ships, and split the Chinese vessel in half. Undoubtedly the missile had hit their ammunition magazine.
"Send a rescue vessel to search for survivors!" Isoyuki's captain ordered as an afterthought, as the motor boat was speeding around and sent to rescue the Hefei's surviving sailors.
"Radar has spotted 250 UFOs heading for us, one the size of a destroyer!" The radar operator reported, as predicted a Turian frigate, escorted by more than 200 fighters appeared through the cloud cover and started firing at the fleet. The US Aircraft Carrier was already scrambling its F-14s and 18s to intercept the incoming fighters, resulting in a huge air battle. And soon aircraft from the surrounding flotillas started to join the fight as well.
"Captain! Enemy Subs are firing torpedoes!" the sonar operator reported amidst the chaos.
"Evasive maneuvers!" The Isoyuki's captain ordered, resulting in the ship dodging a barrage of torpedoes which went wide of the rest of the flotilla.
A wing of Turian fighters fired missiles at the Isoyuki and its cohorts, but the dozens of Phalanx CIWS managed to intercept them all on time, resulting in a spectacular fireworks show, that under different circumstances would be considered pretty. the missiles were shredded by the quick acting missile defense much to the relief of all the sailors.
"Firing Missiles!" The weapons officer yelled as the Isoyuki fired a Sea Sparrow missile at a Turian fighter, turning it into a ball of flames, scattering its debris in a cone across the ocean surface.
The Turian frigate, fired its mass accelerator cannon at a Soviet Krivak Class frigate, obliterating the vessel as it was cracked in half instantly, killing all hands on board. An F-14 in retaliation fired an AIM-54 at the frigate, but the missile couldn't penetrate the ablative armor for effect.
A pair of British Harriers thundered in from behind and fired their own AIM-9 missiles at the frigate but they could do little as they were swatted from the air by GARDIAN laser fire.
"Ready the cruise missile! Fire on my mark!" A Soviet Typhoon Class submarine captain ordered, as he punched the activation code into the ship's command console.
"Ready for firing sequences!"
"Fire!" the Soviet captain ordered before the crew pressed the launch button, sending a cruise missile meant for distances of hundreds of miles, speeding towards the Turian frigate barely a few kilometers away. The frigate was never made for an impact such as that, from a rocket propelled missile, the warhead drilled halfway into the hull, and then detonated explosively with a full tank of fuel. It formed a swirling vortex of blue dust as the ship slowly lost its anti gravity and fell from the sky in a burning wreck.
"Enemy fighter craft are retreating!" The Isoyuki's radar operator shouted out in joy to the captain, as the enemy fighters and submarines started to withdraw. Now giving easy targets to the longer than sight missiles, and the fighter craft to run them down and mop them up.
"JDS Isoyuki, this is the USS George Washington, we request that you patrol the area and eliminate any remaining sea and aerial threats, we will provide close air support for Bangkok." the US captain radioed the Japanese captain.
"Understood USS George Washington, Isoyuki out." the Japanese captain replied as 2 F-18s, armed with laser guided bombs, took off from the carrier and flew into the sky, their destination Bangkok. Soon they were joined by the remaining aircraft having finished rearming and refueling, from half a dozen flotillas like their own.
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Bangkok, Thailand
Bangkok had been turned into a fortress by joint Vietnamese and Thai forces, when the Turians first invaded the planet. The Turians thought they could capture the city in a day, used to more disorganized pirate settlements and forts, but the urban environment proven to be lethal and unending even with indiscriminate bombardment and artillery strikes.
Sniper and machine guns nests were in every building, tanks swiftly became useless in this environment as they suffered heavy losses from mines and AT teams. The Turian offensive ground to a halt in the face of such stiff resistance. Because while the defenders had what seemed to be unlimited reserves, the Turians had very finite numbers that were rapidly succumbing to injury and disease in the tropical climate.
Private Siripa Chlasin cursed her luck as she walked through an alley, yesterday the Turians started using poison gas on the defenders, most of her comrades were either dead or missing when they got separated in the middle of a gas attack. The Turians didn't fare much better after that, the gas they used caused extremely slow painful deaths, not suited for human physiology. Command authorised their own mustard attacks with artillery. The Turian command center was supposedly covered in a thick bank of mustard and nerve gas, and under continuous gas and artillery bombardment.
"This is Foxtrot 5-9 does anyone copy?" She used her radio in the faint hope the signal would cut through all the crap that was battle comms, praying for help but there was no response from anyone except static and the snatches of people fighting desperately.
She was walking in the middle of a thick smoke bank when she saw movement in front of her. She immediately raised her M16 in response.
"Who's there?!" She demanded, firing a warning shot only to receive a retaliatory shot from the smoke.
"Wait, that's an AK!, The aliens don't use AKs." She said to herself and she stood up only to be pinned down by machinegun fire.
'Damn, I have to do something to make them know that I'm human.' She thought as she took cover behind the wreck of an M48 Patton to evade the incoming fire.
After a moment of thought, she took out a white handkerchief she kept on her body, and attached it to the tip of her rifle. Takign a deep breath, she stood from her cover and started to wave it in the air.
"Hold your fire!" She heard shouted in clear Vietnamese, as a pair of Vietnamese soldiers in gas masks appeared through the smoke, and aimed at her with their AKs.
"Friendly!" One yelled out as an all clear, escorting her through the cloud into a ruined department store. Inside, more than 20 Vietnamese and Thai soldiers were aiming outside, through the windows on the second floors. Or resting fitfully on a makeshift bed made of clothes and soft objects.
"Which unit are you from?" a Thai lieutenant asked, guarding the door holding a clipboard and pencil.
Siripa slung her M16 on her back before answering, "35th Infantry 6th company, 5th squad, how about you?"
"Mostly the Chantaburi Marine Regiment, we also got a few stragglers from units across the city. Come here, I'll let you in on our mission." the marine said, before walking into the sleeping room, where the man on look out woke up his compatriots.
The marine pulled out a map from his backpack, and set it out on a table for everyone to get a look, "Alright, the aliens have established an air defense site on the bank of the river Chao Phraya, 2 klicks north from here. Aircraft can't enter the area until we take them out. I've just been informed by command we are the closest unengaged force. If we do this then I can call in a helo for evac and some peace and quiet." tthe lieutenant explained as he pointed out on the map how they would reach the river bank.
"We were told to expect fierce enemy resistance, here, here, and here, and the enemy garrison is estimated to be 15, with the resistance made up of bird fireteams and snipers. So check those corners, if you need a mirror on a stick we got a lot of extras here. Most of them have weak shields, and a few of them, the technicians, have some sort of energy armor. Any questions? Alright, we are moving out." after a few more minutes of preparations, with Siripa eating a ration bar and getting a few mirrors just in case, they left the building in teams of 5, moving carefully through the rubble and buildings.
"Shit it's starting to rain. Anybody have an IR camera or sight?" a Vietnamese soldier asked as he led the squad forward, checking his corners cautiously, with dulled down hand mirrors, stolen from the department store.
"I have one." a Thai soldier replied quietly, carefully passing it to the Vietnamese man. The IR camera was a very expensive civilian model, likely worth thousands of dollars and more than likely looted from a store as well. The Vietnamese soldier, after spending a minute checking the corner, was finally satisfied and took the camera. Using its zoom function he leaned around the corner, checking the problem spots.
"Clear!" the Vietnamese man whispered in a sharp voice, as he continued to keep watch with the infrared camera.
After about 20 minutes of similar actions, with not even a civilian to disturb them, they reached the river bank. There the Turians had established a small air defense site, and what appeared to be a command post, as a counter method to humanity's growing total atmospheric supremacy.
"Intel was way off. 35 hostiles spotted, two machine gun nests, one on the roof of that dock tower, and there in that warehouse second floor. I also see a tank, hover model, not the IFV." a Vietnamese private reported as he pointed his finger at the location of the Turian machine gun nests.
The Thai lieutenant sighed, "Alright here's the plan, ATGM team, you take out the tank when it shows it's side. I want snipers to go up this office building and on that building that has the view of the entry boulevard, provide covering fire and don't let them flank us, try not to fire until we learn if they have any snipers or not. The rest follow me, I want a five meter spread, Viet and Thai in separate squads, provide covering fire as one team advances." The Vietnamese squad leader explained as the Snipers ran to their buildings, and the ATGM team setup their M47 Dragon on the bipod once they reached the next floor of the building they were on.
After a few tense minutes, the Dragon gunner reported in, "Enemy sighted! Waiting for confirmation." The Dragon's operator's palms were growing sweaty as the tension mounted, holding the Turian tank in his sight.
"Fire!" The Vietnamese squad leader ordered after getting confirmation everyone was in position. The ATGM fired, the warhead flying straight and true for the tank, stabbing through its kinetic barriers with hardly a ripple and struck its side armor, piercing its element zero core, and blowing it up killing anyone inside.
"Krishkot!" a Turian soldier yelled in alarm as he and his comrades jumped into cover, before starting to fire blindly at the source of the guided missile. Having attacked with total surprise, the joint Thai and Vietnamese teams exploded from cover in the confusion.
"Weapons free!" the Vietnamese squad leader ordered, the human soldiers opened fire on the Turians with everything they had. The MGs tearing into the Turians who believed themselves safe from fire milliseconds before they were struck. Their shields only barely saving a few of them, several Turian soldiers fell in pain or death.
"Sniper team 1! Take out the machine gun!" the Thai squad leader ordered as he fired the M203 grenade launcher under his M16 at the MG nest in the docking tower, destroying the gun, killing its operator, and bringing the ramshackle structure down around its remains.
A Turian soldier, more out of sheer luck than actual skill, sprayed rounds from his SMG, one of them hit the ATGM operator's chest, killing him, leaving his loader to mourn over his friend's loss.
"He's hit! He's hit! There's so much blood!" loader yelled in dismay, trying desperately to apply pressure to the wound, not realizing his lifelong friend was dead.
From the office building, the Vietnamese MG gunner readjusted his PKM at a Turian soldier attempting to throw a disc grenade, killing him. In death the Turian soldier half threw the disc, falling short of its target and landing behind a bench with a trio of Turian soldiers behind it. One of them had a moment to pray it wasn't primed before it exploded, shredding them, then cryo freezing the wounds it inflicted, killing all of them instantly
In the middle of the firefight, an F/A-18 emerged from the weeping clouds above, hoping to have his moment of glory with a bombing run, only to be shot down by the Turian's automatic missile defense system.
The Vietnamese demolitions expert, now with an open shot, fired an RPG-7 at the missile battery, hopefully wrecking the electronics enough to put it out of commission permanently.
"The enemy is weakened, move up!" the Thai lieutenant ordered in a fit of battle lust, as he and his men, including the Vietnamese, charged the remaining Turians.
The Turians, disheartened by the loud war cry, and the sudden loss of their defense objective, were broken, but even in defeat the Turians maintained their discipline, as the experienced veterans laid down covering fire, downing a full quarter of their attackers with wounds or death. At the same time they tried to pull back into the maze of their command post.
When the forward fire teams got close to the Turians, the humans in a burst of speed sprinted close with drawn blades, engaging in a melee battle with the Turians.
Siripa among the leading edge, closed to a Turian, firing several burst from her M-16 at a Turian soldier emptying her clip, but the shield deflected the bullets. The Turian in response grappled with the woman, getting an iron grip on the M-16 before prying the weapon away and tossing it away. With the advantage he jabbed her in the unprotected kidneys, kneed her in her open stomach, and pulled her up suddenly and wrapped his arm around her chest and arms, finally drawing a nasty serrated blade nearly a foot long.
"Back!" The Turian demanded as he made to back away from the humans. The others hesitated, both for their allies sake and her gender. In the heat of battle, natural instincts to protect her were holding strong.
"Take the sho-" Siripa attempted to yell, but was cut off when the Turian smacked her in the head with the blade's flat end, drawing blood.
"You heard her, she's willing to take the shot. Hey Viet, you shoot her, your gun can over penetrate." The Thai lieutenant said as he cycled the bolt on his M16, ready to fire. He was bluffing of course, he was hoping the sniper would take the shot, just a few degrees more to the left. The Turian was pretty short, making it so that even a girl could fully cover the alien.
Sripa was preparing for the worst, particularly the pain of being shot, when suddenly everyone heard the sound of helicopters nearby. The next moment the crushing pressure across her chest was relieved with a crack, the Turian had been shot dead by a sniper aboard an American Blackhawk.
Expertly, the Americans on the Blackhawk rapelled down to the ground and secured the landing zone as the helicopter gently landed after them.
"Hey!" Called out the Blackhawk's crew chief, speaking in barely coherent Thai, "We are here to pick you up, get in!" he yelled as several Hueys and Mi-8 landed on the river bank disgorged their load of fresh soldiers, and let the exhausted asian soldiers on.
"You look like you've just gone through hell," the crew chief said conversationally as he tended to Siripa's wounds with a medical kit.
"I heard that the aliens used chemical weapons, is it true?" the Blackhawk pilot asked, bringing them above the building line to see three Chinese Il-76 fly in formation, dropping paratroopers along the way.
"It's true, a pocket of gas 1 mile south my whole squad is laying face first, wiped out without even time to put on their gas mask." Siripa answered sadly, showing the near dozen dog tags of her fallen comrades to the pilot.
"Sorry about that, they're gonna pay for it I'm sure. Scuttlebutt says we're launching an all out counter-offensive in the next 3 days. Gonna make Bangkok look like a field exercise." The pilot replied as the helicopter took off and disappeared into the rain heavy clouds, revealing nearly a hundred aircraft of all nations flying in support of the city.
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Stuttgart, West Germany
"What is the meaning of this Malashenko!?" Romanov demanded when he saw Malashenko and Parker standing beside each other. He was still extremely angry with the man for killing his own uncle for trying to save them. And he was bitter that the man had survived the siege of Seattle.
Henrik and Krüger were standing behind Romanov, their units had been redeployed from Leipzig when they heard that the Scandinavian forces had taken ownership of the route from Denmark all the way to Leipzig. This allowed their units to make the train ride to join up with the Czech and Polish units on their way to the city of Stuttgart.
"I'm just following the party's orders Romanov, 'Stop firing at NATO forces and fight the aliens'." Malashenko answered plainly, pointing at the flagpole where the Soviet and NATO flags were flying alongside each other, above them flew the UN flag, the de facto Human Alliance flag for now.
"You killed Colonel Orlovsky for trying to save his men's life! You called him a traitor, but what you're doing is even more than betrayal, it's defection!" Romanov screamed in a fit of fury as he pulled out his sidearm out of its holster and aimed it at Malashenko. Parker pulled out his Beretta, and Henrik and Krüger held their weapons at the ready but not pointing it at any one side, yet. This nearly chained to have all of the nearby soldiers reach for their weapons
Both sides were on the edge of firing, when suddenly a cloud of yellowish green gas appeared, causing the nearest soldiers to start coughing violently in horrendous pain.
"Oh gott. GAS! GAS! Masks on!" an East German corporal yelled in alarm on the base's intercom, and soon automatically everyone started to parrot his last sentence as everyone started to put on gas masks and running from the green mists to get more full body NBC gear just like what their instructors had taught them.
"Get them to the medical bunker!" a Canadian soldier shouted as he pulled up in an NBC M35 truck and the soldiers with the gear started to move and get those affected by the gas with neutralizing agents.
Several unfortunate men were already succumbing to the gas' affects, those who were overly exposed in the first few seconds or didn't put their masks on in time were either killed or pulled into shelter by their comrades.
After nearly 10 minutes of the gas attack, the Turians started to bombard the city from orbit. At first only using their frigates, then two cruisers targeting suspected command centers while the frigates bombed everything.
It had been feared this would happen, mostly that someone would get desperate enough to use nuclear weapons, but a block of metal moving half a light second was just as devastating. The one advantage the city's inhabitants had was that everyone had built a bomb shelter, and the military bases even had functional nuclear shelters. But while they were built for a single bomb, many of the shelters collapsed in the face of constant bombardment.
In the face of such power men and woman did what they could do. Pray, and hope. And as the bombardment lifted, tens of thousands of soldiers emerged from their bunkers and returned to their combat positions just in time, even while the frigates continued selective bombardment.
"Enemy infantry 11 o'clock!" a Polish soldier yelled in alarm when he saw dozens of Turian soldiers in their full body hard suits charge in from one of dozens of assault shuttles descending the sky, and started firing at the humans.
"Return fire!" Parker ordered as newly rebranded Human Alliance troops, formerly of NATO, started firing at the Turians, killing a few and sending the shock legion company scattering for cover.
"What are you waiting for tovarishi? Open fire!" Romanov ordered and Warsaw Pact troops started returning fire as well. "Henrik, Krüger, Jarek, lead your squads and go on the church, clear the path of any hostiles you find. I want a commands post set up, and a radio tower established."Romanov ordered and the three commanders immediately rallied their forces and ran to the church a block away.
Climbing up to the top of the bell tower, Jarek's engineers starting to set up a makeshift radio antenna in the tower alongside Henrik and Krüger's men, who started to fire their heavy weapons from any hole in the crumbling church.
"Enemy tank!" Henrik's spotter reported from the church tower. Henrik ordered his AT teams to move and engage it, watching as one pair moved with professional zeal, unslinging their RPGs. Firing the weapons their rockets were deflected by the kinetic barrier, but the secondary explosion of molten metal moving at relativistic speeds started to burn and bubble the metal armor slowly. the Turians spotted the church, and started firing at them with their coaxial MGs.
"Eat this you space lizards!" Jarek yelled, leading a trio of his men out and holding molotov cocktails. a fool's hope to be sure if he hoped to hurt the tank, but a perfect distraction. The Aliens inside didn't pay much notice until Jarek gave a heave with his men and covered the tank in burning oil and napalm. Blinding the thermal sensors, blocking viewports with smoke, and forcing the tank to a stop to use its fire suppression.
"Show them the wrath of god men!" Henrik screamed out and his men obliged, the rest of his AT teams were in position and in a single volley of 6 rockets the tank's blind kinetic sensors were overwhelmed. The tank reduced to a guttering corpse, the bodies inside melting with their warmachine.
Meanwhile in the city's outskirts, a British Tank Company and a unit of accompanying Fusiliers were encircled by the Turians, they had been hastily dispatched to help the city's garrison, but the Turians ambushed them on the way, destroying most of their highly advanced vehicles with ridiculous ease. Out of 4 Challengers, 14 Chieftains and 10 FV432, only a Challenger and an FV432 remained operation ready, and out of 100 soldiers only 20 remained to be scattered to the winds.
"Fire!" the British tank commander said, as his Challenger unloaded its 120 mm round at the approaching Turian tank, hitting something vital and causing it to pull a full stop and loss of motion. Likely they hit the things engine and power plant, causing all its systems to fail. The British commander heard stories that the Alien tanks didn't detonate like their human counter parts, not without explosive assistance.
"Grenade!" a British fusilier shouted as he threw a smoke grenade at the approaching Turians. Building an enveloping smoke cloud to obscure the survivors of the ambush from their attackers, and giving the defenders the temporary advantage.
"Sir! Command said that the city's garrison is under attack by poison gas! Aliens are attacking the city from all directions, the Soviets are on their way to help us, ETA 10 minutes!" The British radioman relayed to his officer.
"You heard that lads! we have to stay alive until the Soviets arrive." The British officer ordered as ran towards the sandbags firing his Browning Hi-Power along the way. "Atkinson, you and Billin go up to the top of the barn, call in air support." he gave them the laser designator, "Everyone else, I want you ready to pull back in thirty seconds! We can't hold them here, but we can over extend them."
"On it sir!" Isabelle and Billin sprinted towards the barn and after climbing the ladder to the second floor they got a clear look of the battlefield. Painting their first target, their designated artillery battery began to open fire on the enemy, causing great blossoms of explosions. Things had gone very awry in the humble life of Private First Class Isabelle Atkinson, last week she was still fighting the communists in France and now they are fighting alongside the Reds against aliens, it was almost unbelievable that in only a week, enemy became friend.
Lazing a Turian tank, she held the laser on it long enough for one of the overhead jets to take notice, "Splashes inbound in 3...2...1." She heard through the radio as a British Panavia Tornado unleashed its laser-guided bomb, scoring a direct hit on the tank and with its sheer explosive force turning it into scrap metal. They proceeded to paint another Turian APC when they heard the sound of door being kicked open.
"You stay here, I'll check the door." Billin said as he unslung his L85A1 and slid down the ladder.
As he was going down the ladder, a Turian infiltrator stabbed at him with a knife which he evaded with a clumsy dodge. He distanced himself from his foe and having the Turian dead to rights he pulled the trigger. Hearing a sound of something heavy clattering to the hay covered ground, Billin, inexperienced as he was, now knew what the true meaning of L85's slogan "designed by the ignorant, built by the incompetent, issued to the unfortunate" his magazine decided to fall from its housing.
"Oh fuck!" Billin exclaimed in alarm, dropping his rifle and pulling out his Browning Hi-Power but the Turian blocked his hand, and punched his head several times, causing him to drop on the ground, moaning in pain.
The infiltrator attempted to finish him off with a knife to the chest but Billin managed a headbutt, making the alien flinch back in surprise, but no damage, after it regained its sense he pressed down with his knife. Billin, with just enough thought of mind held up his hands, feeling the blade pierce both palms and come out the other end, but he managed to hold the blade away from his throat.
"Shoot him! Shoot him for the love of god!" Billin yelled in rage and pain, losing to the Turian's superior strength and positioning as it started to put more and more of its body weight into the blade.
"Jam!" Isabelle shrieked in frustration, throwing her rifle at the turian and pulling on her holster when a Soviet soldier charged from the open door and side kicked the Turian in the fringe, his blade still stuck in Billin's hands.
Pushing the Turian down onto its side, the Soviet soldier finished him off with a barrage of 5.45 mm rounds from his AK-74.
"You okay?" The Soviet asked in broken English as he helped Billin remove the serrated knife in his hands. Billin grunted in muted pain as he felt the knife gently inspected before the Russian called out in his language and giving Bilin what had to be a pain killer. Outside the barn several Soviet BMPs and T-64s charged past the slowly pulling back British forces, catching the Turian ambush in a counter attack and outflanking and destroying the over extended force.
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New Nation
Name: United Mexican States (Estados Unidos Mexicanos)
Affiliation: BLUFOR
Capital: Mexico City
Language: Spanish
Military: Mexican Armed Forces
The US, Canada and Mexico formed a coalition named "North American alliance"
Logistics
escuadrón de comandos (Command Squad): a 5 men squad armed with G3A2 Battle Rifle and MG 3, cost 100 points to deploy
Infantry
infantería Mexicana (Mexican Infantry): A 15 men squad armed with G3A2, RL-83 Blindicide and M60 Machinegun. They are Regular trained and cost 10 points to deploy.
infantería Mexicana '90: The same as the previous squad but they are armed with FX-05 Xiuhcoatl Assault Rifle, Carl Gustav Recoilless rifle and Minimi. They cost 15 points to deploy.
cazador tanque (Tank Hunter): A 5 men squad armed with G3A2 and M40 Recoilless Rifle. They are regular trained and cost 5 points to deploy.
marina mexicana (Mexican Marine): A 10 men squad armed with G3A2, Carl Gustav Recoilless rifle and M60A3 'Shorty' SAW. They are shock trained and cost 20 points to deploy.
marina mexicana'90: The same as the previous but were rearmed with FX-05, Carl Gustav and Minimi. They cost 25 points to deploy.
paracaidista (Paratrooper): A 15 men squad armed with G3A2, Carl Gustav and M60A3 'Shorty' They are shock trained and cost 20 points to deploy.
paracadista'90: the same as the previous but were rearmed with FX-05, Carl Gustav and Minimi. They cost 25 points to deploy.
Igla: A 2 men squad armed with G3A2 and Igla MANPADS cost 15 points to deploy.
Recon
guardabosques mexicano (Mexican Ranger): a 5 men squad armed with G3A2, Carl Gustav and M60. They have exceptional optics and cost 10 points to deploy.
Vehicle
M8 Scott: Yes, the M8 Scott from WW2! It has a paper armor of 3 in the front, 2 on the side and 1 on the rear. It was armed with 75 mm Howitzer which had 6 HE Power and a .50 Cal. Cost 10 points to deploy.
ERC-90: The same as their French counterpart. Cost 20 points to deploy.
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Overview: a nation of special forces, the nation is designed to fight in a coalition. You can compare Mexico to Poland for having a plenty of Special forces.