Chapter Three

Two kilometers Inside Irken Main Defense Wall

21 kilometers from Tallest Tower, Miyuki Square

0338 Hours Local Time

"They're coming up on the site, counting multiple DMOV's and PABT's, accompanied by two megadoomers, anticipating further infantry and armored reinforcement sir!" A voice broke through the radio, Captain Malashanko pressing his ear to the headset hard to his ear, trying to listen over the roar of the engine driving his R-149MA3 command vehicle. He balled a fist and brought it down hard and fast, showing restraint, lightly tapping his fist onto the radio.

"Comrade captain," Said a Sergeant manning the second radio, loud enough for him to have heard, Malashanko shot him a quick glance in acknowledgement. "Junior Lieutenant Bobov of second platoon says he will be in position in ten minutes !"

Malashanko swore, throwing off his beret and running his hands through his hair, pointing a finger at the sergeant. "You tell that mongrel pitov that he will have his armor here in five or I will put a bullet in him myself!"

The sergeant drew back for a moment in surprise at his commanding officers words, visibly swallowing hard, then nodding and working the radio in quick succession, relaying his commanders orders to the other armored platoon commander. Malashanko felt a little more at ease over the fact that his commands were reaching the unready forces that had to be pushed into action, for reasons he only now found out, seeing this as a heavy disadvantage, overriding his own commanders orders and pushing men to what the higher ups were told not to do.

Malashanko tuned the radio in front of him to a different frequency, pressed the device attached to the radio close to his mouth, yelling in an agitated tone. "Sokol! This is Shipovnik! My men are moving to the wall, I am requesting that tenth heavy armored battalion move with us, dismount infantry and have them rid those megadoomers of our path, over!"

The radio burst in short static, then followed my Orlovski's voice, calmer perhaps than it should be, Malashanko thought. "Shipovnik, I am aware of the situation. Tenth battalion is currently moving to the western fjord and will come up around then and attack from flanking routes, Romanov and Zaitsev will create a diversion from the east, effectively dividing the small reaction force assembling beyond the wall."

"Sokol!" Malashanko nearly screamed in desperation through gritted teeth, earning a reaction of glace from two radio operators, driver and gunner. "We do not have time for diversions and flanking maneuvers! Inform all stations and blow the secondary wall, now!"

A pause.

"Stand by Shipovnik."

Malashanko fell back for a moment against the cold steal armor. He ran his hands through his hair again, then shooting forward and punching the radio he had been operating less than a moment ago.

"Damn! Damn! Damn!" He exclaimed with every punch. 'Those damned slinkers should not have been trusted with this sensitive operation' he thought to himself with a scowl on his face. He shot a glace at the sergeant manning the other radio, "Command second company to move west with of us and dismount to engage those megadoomers with tenth armored! Now!"

Malashanko tapped his sidearm twice as he stood up and walked briskly to the rear of the vehicle, the sergeant knowing well what the Captain suggested to happen should he hesitate for a single moment. Malashanko grasped the hatches locking handle, twisted it counter clockwise and threw the armored hatch open furiously. He stuck his head out and looked behind his armored command vehicle, hating the dust obscuring his vision, then looked left and right. Multiple BTR-82A's, T-90A's and a handful of T-14's rushing along with his vehicles, two 2S25's to the front left and right, assigned to him to ensure a higher chance of survival.

Malashanko felt the ground rumble. Even more so from the armored battalion moving forward at the highest speeds tonnes of steel armor could achieve. A loud boom resounded from behind him, he flinches and snapped backward, more dust. He glanced upward, he could hardly contain his excitement, a smile gleaming ear to ear as he understood of which the near deafening sound originated. Three Balan class battlecruisers, one Luvan class combat control center vessel. 'The old fool knows what he's doing' Malashanko thought. The sergeant manning the radio tapped the Captains leg furiously, shooting an arm upward as if he was trying to reach the ships above.

"Sir! A transmission from the Predvestnik!"

Malashanko snatched the ear piece from the sergeant, then pressing the mic close to his face as he yelled into it over the engines, "This is Shipovnik! Report!"

Another voice came through immediately, old, gruff and burned. "Captain Vasya Blum of the Predvestnik!" The captain of the command ship spoke in matching volume of Malashanko. "The pre-placed explosives on the wall are ready to detonate upon your command Captain! Combat vessels Krov, Shest and Cordit are in position for artillery support! Accurate coordinates are needed for fire support! Over!"

Malashanko chimed internally, he turned to the secondary wall: 200m at most. They'd be there in less than a minute at the rate they were rushing forward. He looked back to the command ship as if he could see eye to eye with it's Captain.

"Execute my command to detonate the walls immediately! Focus on positions heavily saturated by heavy enemy armor, fire for effect, Shipovnik out!"

The captain ordered quickly for the sergeant to switch the radio to all friendly transmission frequencies, Malashanko had heard the confirmation of the switch on his earpiece promptly. He pressed the mic to his mouth, feeling his body tense for the coming fire.

"This is Captain Malashanko to all battle group elements. Today we show those oppressors who thought themselves gods, that they bleed and can fall! We the titans of Earth, humans, of all nations, will show them we bow to no one! Today we will show them the might of Earth! Forward!"

From the most forward vehicle, it was nearly 100m to the wall now, and as Malashanko thought to be let down by his superior twice to the day, but, he had heard massive reports resounding from behind him as multiple 130mm high explosive shells rained down on the positions the forward scouting units reported that enemy Irken units had been massing. He knew though, it would not be enough. There would still be a fight on the other side of the wall. Just as her pondered this, the 12 foot tall wall comprised of concrete and steel, as well as perhaps a few unknown materials, that stretched in a sphere around the entire inner city, erupted with tonnes of plastic explosives to his front in one brilliant flash.

Then, in less than a moment, exposed to the elements, Malahsnako drew back as he felt the heat violently slash at his face and chest, the concussive force of the massive blast made him feel as if he needed to vomit, he doubled over slightly then gazed upward beyond the now destroyed wall with disgust as the tanks and infantry fighting vehicles opened up their main guns, followed by vehicles with mounted TOW systems, top mounted machine guns and coaxial machine guns. Then the process started all over with the firing of the main guns of the heavier battle tanks.

Malshanko shot a glace to the mouth piece as Orlovski's voice came over his earpiece.

"This is Sokol to all command elements: red dawn, I repeat, red dawn. We have three main objectives, Romanov secure the Tenn bridge, Malashanko move forward in your assault. Make me proud."

Malashanko rolled his eyes, knowing that the aging Colonel only moments ago out right refused to carry out the order of this operation. Malashanko peered over his left shoulder, hearing the roaring engines of 3 Su-25TM's, the flashes of rockets being released followed by black tails of rocket propulsion, slamming into the ground with mixed high explosive and anti tank rounds. Multiple Mi-26's flying low and landing a few hundred meters behind the main group to disengage their cables to release T-90A's and T-14's alike to join the battle. The ships above, cannons booming in the atmosphere to ease the battle into victory.

Malashanko looked forward, placing his hands on the copula of the hatch he stepped out of, planting his feet firm, then jerked forward and back violently as his command vehicle rolled over the debris of the secondary defensive wall with great speed.

(End chapter)

(Update: I don't know who follows this story anymore because it's been dead for quite a while. But to anyone who does continue to follow, thank you. I've just been busy is all with life and this chapter isn't a lot, but, I wanted to get back into this, so I'll update when I can. Thank you all. Again, thank you for reading and following this series and if you're new, welcome!)