Chapter 34: The Great War Part 6, Interstate Warfare Part 2

The Republic continued to fly over the field marveled by the Americans advancements against his defensive structures in such a short amount of time. The Republic flies downward right over Alfred seeing just how badly bloodied he was. Alfred was lying there as if a ragdoll, his limbs bent indirections they shouldn't, blood covering the tattered clothing of his military uniform. His blond hair matted with mud and blood making it a sickly brown. The squadron of airplanes that followed the Republic also flew over Alfred and continued towards the American incampment their guns aimed down towards their foes as they went for another attack run. The troops had to dive out of the way of the bullets some where not fast enough and were riddled with bullets blood seeping through the clothe.

Eventually through sheer air dominance the Republic pushed back the numerically superior Americans, pushing them down to their lower states, leaving them with the South as they American line was pushed out of the Midwest and the West giving the Republic a border with Mexico. The Canadian front wasn't going as great. The Canadian landscape was much more difficult with the higher number of trees along with the colder climate, making land battle difficult for the Sinceriens and air based combat near impossible as their planes would usually freeze up or stall in the cold weather.

The Republic positioned a decent sized army on the new borders that they had with the Americans and Mexicans. He turned to face the Canadian border, "He's the real problem, should of known the silent ones are always the tough ones." He then went back to where the first major victory was and examined the destroyed tank, "These things are like mobile bunkers… If I can modify them to fire, possibly grenades or artillery shells as well as switching out these repeating rifles with some of Triestan's machine guns… hmmm." He said as he picked up a scrap from the tank, and then turned toward where Alfred had laid on the ground. "Maybe in some different time we could have been brothers, maybe even one person… But that's just sheer hopes." The Republic sighed and bent over the spot remembered how desemated poor Alfred had been. "I never wanted this war, no… I didn't want to soil the beautiful land with the blood of others, but it was an affair that couldn't have been avoided." He let a tear slip.

After a few hours of travel he had arrived on the Canadian border, "Matthew he's a tough one, I underestimated his potential strength, simply by first apearnces, underneath that masquerade is a hardy fighter, and an effective one at that." The Republic sighed, "The North is of no concern to me however… not until they try and attack me." It was true Canada had yet to attack their enemy and were purely on the defensive.

Several months of stalemate proceeded until one day, after the prototype aircraft carrier had been finished a huge navy just outside the port that housed it attacked. A combined force of 5 Mexican, 10 American, and 20 Canadian (Technically English) Dreadnaughts moved towards the major port that housed the newly made Aircraft Carrier named the RNAC (Republic Naval Aircraft Carrier) New Constantinople, along with 10 dreadnaughts, and at least 30 smaller battleships. The total number of aircrafts on the Carrier was around 15 all of them equipped with newly made releasable bombs and equipped with an area where the troops could place their machine guns.

The Republic looked out from the RNAC New Constantinople at the huge armada of dreadnaughts, "Wow, they really want to take this port out." Little did he know that a spy had infiltrated him and was relaying info on the aircraft carrier, "Well this should be a good test of our new baby here." He picked up a bottle of wine and smashed it on the deck of the ship and shouted the order, "Forward sail! Full speed!" All the ships moved forward as fast as they could the artillery inside the city fired on the dreadnaught fleet stationed outside the port. The dreadnaughts opened fire on the city leaving huge holes where there used to be housing. The Republic dreadnaughts were the first to get out of the port and fire on the enemy ships.

The smaller battleships speeded just behind the Dreadnaughts moving to encircle the quiet spread out enemy. The aircraft carrier's airships took off as it was moving and the ships followed in a formation The Republic up front, "Lets give them hell men!" He shouted as he took the machine gun he brought with him and hooked it up to the mount on the plane as his plane nose dived at one of the Mexican dreadnaughts firing at them riddling the place with bullets, just pulling up in time to avoid hitting the ship. He circled around dropping the bomb onto the deck of the ship hitting one of the ammo depots on it causing a huge explosion taking out a good chunk of the ship.

The spy on the inside of the Carrier had sneaked into the refueling depot, He walked toward the oil barrels and the gas barrels and punctured to holes in both spilling the tanks he let all of them mix before he lit a match and threw it on there as he walked away, blowing that area of the ship up as he closed the door.

The explosion was taken as a hit by one of the dreadnaughts. The men who rushed there quickly put the fire out and noticed that all the fuel and oil had been taken out, the airplanes had no way to go on a second run once they were out. Their number one advantage has been destroyed by that one piece of sabotage.

The Republic and his air wing continued to create havoc on the enemy armada, but their own ships weren't fairing as well as they were and were being blown out of the water by the dreadnaughts superior firepower. Just as they had taken down the 15 dreadnaught, the last one they could since they were out of bombs, they had exhausted their fuel supply and were returning to the aircraft carrier. "Sir land in the city the fuel is completely destroyed one of the opposing dreadnaughts must of hit the depot!" The Republic swore, "Damn it!" The air planes followed him as they made a rough landing in the makeshift airfield that was made in case the airplanes had no fuel and the carrier was destroyed.

The Spy had went to the control tower the and only the admiral was there giving orders to the other ships. He walked up behind him and slit his neck covering his mouth. He pushed the admiral aside. "Hello the admiral has stepped been shot! One of the stray bullets from the enemy dreadnaughts must have hit the control tower! Before he died he put me in charge. Now follow my orders directly I want the battleships to close in as close as possible and the dreadnaughts to charge directly at them guns pointed forward!" The idea was to get them all real close with minimal ability to retaliate. It worked the battleships were sunk quickly and the dreadnaughts were torn to pieces after a few hours of fighting and sinking several of their opposing dreadnaughts. The only thing left one the Republics side was the Aircraft Carrier. The spy called his supperiors and faked a surrender, "We've lost boys we give up, have mercy on us." The Republic had not only lost a major port, but had lost a project they had worked on for 2 years.