(One year later, year four of WW III)
Several helicopters flew across the Pakistani desert, entering the Indian airspace. Nationalist troops were on high alert. They were running helter-skelter, taking cover from the helicopters. The helicopters rained down missiles at the troops guarding the border, killing off enough for the ground troops to get through. Battalions of Al-Khalid tanks rolled past the border with little resistance. A couple of days ago, the naval fleets that support the Nationalist battalions in India were taken down by the Indochina joint navy. The seaports were destroyed and the airfields have been bombed. The Nationalist troops have been losing ever since the fall of Iraq a year ago and they have further retreated south.
The helicopters continued to move further south. From the sky, the Chinese Type 99 tanks moved in a V-shaped formation, approaching a Nationalist base that was underpowered and defenseless. The remaining Nationalist troops in that base were completely overrun by the tank army, leaving no survivors. Several Chinese Shenyang J-11 superiority fighters flew past the helicopters. They shot down some Nationalist Raptors and Stealth bombers flying in that area. The sky was full of explosions; dogfights between the Nationalist pilots and the Eurasian pilots were intense. The Chinese jets cleared a path of the helicopters to fly through to the last Nationalist stronghold in Mumbai.
Once within the proximity of the city, the helicopters landed, and troops came pouring out of the choppers. They raced to the front lines and confronted garrisoned Nationalist troops with several Abrams tanks to cover the soldiers. Several jet fighters zoomed past and dropped bombs on the front, clearing way for the Eurasian troops to move forward. Rina and her team came up after the troops entered the city.
"Come on, team. We have to capture this city!" said Rina enthusiastically. Her team raced to the standing structures and garrisoned them. The target was the Mumbai Provincial office. The building was the most heavily defended among other Nationalist offices and bases in the area. The coastal base was destroyed by Eurasian navies, leaving the Nationalist forces completely surrounded. The provincial office area was packed with Patriot missile launchers, M1 Abrams tanks and hundreds of infantry. There were also land-based Tomahawk launch sites within the perimeter of the office. A Chinese tank tried to prod into the Nationalist defenses; it was blown to bits by a Tomahawk missile. Eurasian soldiers ran for cover at the shingle around the provincial office.
"Dammit! Those Tomahawks are killing us!" exclaimed one Pakistani soldier. Rina crawled to the Pakistani soldier.
"Where's your commanding officer?" asked Rina. The soldier turned to her.
"He's at the left flank, pinned down by machine guns over there," said the soldier, pointing to an embankment on the West side of the building. Bullet trails made the machine gun fire obvious.
"Where is the support?" asked Rina.
"We are the support!" shouted the soldier as the bullets ricocheting through blurred their conversation. Rina nodded.
"Tell your commander to keep the front busy. We'll sabotage from behind," said Rina.
"But I dropped my radio somewhere."
"Here, you can use mine," said Saya, passing her radio to the soldier. The soldier radioed in and got confirmation.
"My commander says he'll try to cover you for as long as possible," said the soldier.
"Thanks," replied Rina.
"Namine, Diva, help them cover us. The rest, follow me," said Rina as she moved to the North face of the Provincial office, where the Tomahawk launch sites were. The team managed to sneak past the guards; there were not many as most of them were at the front lines. They swiftly took one guard after another, then killing all the people controlling the Tomahawk launchers. They've planted C4s and ran off. Several soldiers noticed the Tomahawks stopped firing and ran to the launched sites. Noticing that most of their comrades were dead, they tried to warn the rest of the situation. Some tried leaving the compound to search for the saboteurs.
"They won't be hunting us this time," commented Rina. The timer on the C4s reached 0, exploding in a sequence you would see in a fireworks display. This gave the signal for the Chinese and Pakistani tanks to move in. The Nationalists got desperate, using the Patriot missile system as an attack weapon on the tanks. The M1 Abrams tanks rushed and crashed into the Coalition's tanks to stop them in their tracks. But soldiers from the Russian 3rd Para drop came in with missile launchers. They shredded the Nationalist tanks and the Patriot missiles to bits, then began taking out other infantry. The Nationalists, refusing to surrender, garrisoned into the provincial office. The Russian troops threw a few fragmentation grenades into the office, and then rushed in with flamethrowers. They burned the remaining Nationalist troops out of the building and office compound was secured.
With the hours that passed, the Nationalist flag was torn down; a new flag came up to take its place, the Eurasian Coalition flag. Chinese tanks came pouring in and Rina and her team regrouped to a makeshift command centre at the provincial office. There was a Chinese commander in his mid-20s. They saluted to the commander and the commander saluted back.
"Excellent job, Delta 13. You have helped us push the Nationalist pigs away from the Eurasian landmass. We owe you a lot," said the commander.
"No problems, Chen. We're just doing our job," said Rina.
"With the Nationalists reeling of our coordinated strike here, they're bound to land troops to the Malay peninsulas from the Malay Archipelago. The commanding officer there needs your assistance as they're ready to strike the Australian landmass immediately. Our transport planes are ready for the trip; we'll get you there," said Commander Chen.
"谢谢你，指挥官陈 (Thank you, Commander Chen)," said Rina.
"不用谢 (No problem),"replied Commander Chen. Rina and her team head out to the jeep that was waiting to pick them up. They got onto the jeep and the jeep sped to the airstrip nearby.
The sky was dark. The transport plane cruised together with two jets accompanying it. Rina and her team were having a conversation.
"So we're going to help defend Malaysia and Singapore from a Nationalist invasion. Why?" asked Arthuria, her blonde hair redone to a ponytail held by a blue ribbon.
"They sent their entire navy to help defend the Indian Ocean. It's pretty amazing how countries as small as them are able to hold off an invasion big enough to take over India," pondered Saya.
"India was unprepared for the invasion. These countries have been training their troops their whole lives to deal with huge invasions, I think," hypothesized Kairi.
"No," said Rina, her answer got across. "They have what the Nationalists hate most."
"And what would that be, Rina?" asked Diva.
"The jungles are all they have, Diva. America before fascist control has lost in Vietnam because of that," stated Rina. Everyone nodded in agreement.
"But how about Singapore? They were the first to get nuked," mentioned Namine.
"The Singaporeans were smart. They thought Malaysia will try to take over them by military force which they didn't have. So they build multipurpose subway stations for that kind of situations. They have built them as bunkers, resistant to any kind of attack, so that its people may live in it while the war lasts. Luckily Malaysia wasn't interested in them," explained Rina.
"If they were anticipating an attack from Malaysia, why wouldn't attack them first? I mean, a good offense is the best defense," commented Kairi.
"But both the countries rely on each other. Malaysia relied on Singapore to transport its goods; Singapore relied on Malaysia for drinking water. It's a win-win," explained Rina. Everyone nodded in agreement.
"How did you know all this stuff anyway?" asked Arthuria.
"Here," said Rina while showing a history book of Malaysia and Singapore. "It's best to know the type of country you're going to serve in before actually serving. You get to know how they work, so that we can work better with them."
"Subang Airport, 10 minutes," mentioned the intercom.
"This is it, girls. Malaysia. Home of three different races, working together for a greater good for the country," said Rina as the plane started descending to the runway of the airport. The plane landed and stopped at a hangar at the airport. The team exited the plane to be greeted by three friendly faces; a Malay man, a Chinese woman and an Indian man, dressed in military uniform.
"Welcome to our home," said the Malay man.
"Assamualaikum," greeted Rina. The man was impressed and greeted back.
"Walaikumusalam."
"How shall I refer you as?" asked Rina.
"You can call me Commander Zulkifli, and these are my two lieutenants, Andrea Chan and Kumar," said the commander. They shook hands and exchanged greetings.
"Commander Rina, I'm sure Commander Chen has told you of our plans, right? Please follow us. We'll take you and your team to your home placed in the outskirts of Kuala Lumpur," said Commander Zulkifli.
"Thank you, commander," said Rina. They got into an MPV and sped off to the highway. As the vehicle was cruising along the highway, Rina looked out. She saw the highway dimly lit and several PT-90 tanks passed by on the other side of the highway. They went through an abandoned toll and continued past until they reached a road sign; Klang. The MPV continued until it reached an apartment building in Klang. They went up to the 3rd floor and entered the apartment.
The apartment was nothing but amazing. The furniture was in place, the wallpaper looked fresh, there was a Plasma TV, a kitchen and books on 'The Communist Manifesto'; even the air conditioner still works.
"This was left by a Chinese lawyer when the war began. God knows where he is now," said Zulkifli, looking around the apartment block. The girls took a seat at the couch.
"Take a good rest. The beds are still in place. We'll begin tomorrow," said Zulkifli as he closed the door.