A/N: This chapter is pretty LONG, and I mean LONG, so it took me about a week to work on it. Anyways, there are 4 parts to this story. Besides, who doesn't want 4 parts in the 4TH chapter?! And Mabel will have more parts as the chapters go on, as this chapter is on the attack on the rebels and on the backgrounds of the Armies and their commanders as they march and go on and so on, so forth, aye?

Jokes aside, enjoy the 4 parts of chapter 4! Also, more chapters will be coming soon! And they will be exceptionally longer as they go, giving me some time to plan ideas for new chapters as of yet and now, per the time of day and night it is at different moments. But, as per usual, enjoy this story and enjoy the chapter!

And if any other fanfiction authors or people want to narrate this story on YouTube or elsewhere, I'd highly recommend you switch out the curse words with more appropriate words, as to make sure none of y'all get copyrighted by YouTube or something else. But if you want to use the curse words, I'd advise you to do so very cautiously. That's all I have to say. Anyways, enjoy the story and this long chapter.

My OC characters belong to me. Gravity Falls belongs to Alex Hirsch and Disney. Enjoy the chapter, fellow humans!

Chapter 4: The Grand Assault On The Columbia.

PART I: The Grim Start Of Hell.

Kilgore, Harrison, and Carlisle were in their Huey Helicopter holding their heavy guns, sitting on their packs and keeping their steel-ass helmets on, along with many more helicopters and men doing the same thing following behind, were heading to attack the crossroads of the Columbia River, the river that the famous Explorers Lewis and Clark sailed across before reaching the Pacific Coast and making Fort Clatsop, where the modern city of Astoria now existed.

But that didn't worry Kilgore none, the man was a badass, the toughest of the toughest and the roughest of the roughest, but the man had a clean spirit inside, made of his love for the German composer Richard Wagner, Napalm, and the infamous "Ride of the Valkyries", made by Wagner. Kilgore asked Harrison to play the music.

"Bighorn 8 to Columbia Contact 6, this is Kilgore. We're gonna make it loud. It's Lima Oscar Tango. Now, gentlemen, shall we dance with destiny and death?", Kilgore asked.

"Hell, yeah.", Harrison said, before turning on the recording tape, playing Ride of the Valkyries as a result of Harrison doing so, and the song... it's tone and classical beat blasted through the airwaves so that Kilgore started to shake his head up and down, as if going along with it.

"It's time to show men how to be MEN.", Kilgore whispered to Harrison. "I'm at least trying to make sure we find the coordinates."

Harrison would say to Kilgore, before loading his Thompson submachine gun: "We are at least 6 miles from the coordinates. We should be there in 10 minutes if we turn left."

"Damn, this Harrison kid, he's got some bright ideas, unlike some... other soldiers.", Kilgore thought in his mind while the helicopter's blades sounded overhead, the squadron turned left towards the coordinates of the heavy defenses. At least they were given some pretty serious stuff for the mission...

8 minutes later...

"We have the target in sight, 2 miles out.", Kilgore would say through his radio. As per usual, Field Marshal Carlisle had remained quiet, making sure not to annoy Kilgore too much. But now was the time to strike upon the rebels.

And so, Carlisle shouted over the blades and music to Kilgore, "What the hell else do you think we're gonna land? I only see woods on either side, Bill! If we land there, the whole squadron will be lost!"

"I know, keep your hold on to your turkey jello, John!", Kilgore would shout back to Carlisle, as he lifted the helicopter up and the machine guns and missiles started to fire from the helicopter's side doors at the heavy defenses down below as a result.

Most of the defenses were obliterated in minutes, as they were light defenses, but only 2 concrete bunkers, a little bit of barbed wire and 4 machine gun positions were the last defenses still standing.

"Can we authorize a turkey shoot, Bill?", Harrison would ask Kilgore curiously.

"No, Dave. We don't need our flyboys coming into slaughter on the ground, we don't need blood or a slaughterhouse on our hands. You got that?", Kilgore told Harrison with nearly pressing anger.

"Alright... I meant the boys with napalm-", Harrison would say, before being cut off by Kilgore.

"Good idea. I'll ask General Sworder if we can authorize a napalm strike. We can't land in a clear place until we have those bunkers destroyed. Take out those weak machine gun positions near the bunkers! And the anti-aircraft guns on top of the bunkers!", Kilgore would yell to Harrison and Carlisle.

Soon after, the Napalm strike was underway as 2 F-105 Thunderchiefs and F-105 Thunderbirds flew towards the bunkers with their tanks fully loaded with napalm.

They were within sight of the Columbia River when they spotted McGregor and O'Leary's squadrons heading towards light enemy positions near the Columbia, but there was no sign of Sworder or Custer and Murray's brigades.

But they were coming, and were coming... with the speed of ferocity.

Two minutes later...

The 4 F-105's dropped their payload, causing the lead bunker to explode, causing a cloud that rose a mile up into the air.

"Holy shit!", Harrison said, shocked by the fact he had said a curse word and nearly spit his cigarette out of his mouth and almost into his coffee.

Kilgore smelled smoke and turned around to see Harrison with the same cigarette in his mouth, and he yelled for him to get it out.

"Dave!", Kilgore would say out of nowhere. "We don't smoke cigarettes in this heli!"

Harrison then spit his cigarette out and surprisingly, the cigarette went into the only anti-aircraft gun on the other bunker, which was only wounded, but still operational.

The gun would then transmit a heavy explosion, causing the roof of the other bunker to completely fall into the men who were still operating the bunker. Then...

*BOOM!*

The other remaining bunker went up in flames as a massive explosion went off, causing a minute of shock all around.

"Dave... did you throw your cigarette out?", Kilgore asked.

"Yes. I did, right into the anti-aircraft gun. That explains the explosion, Bill. Heh...", Harrison would say.

"...Well, I'll be damned, Dave.", Kilgore would say. "We might as well ALL get medals for this, thanks to you, Harrison! You managed to stop... a cataclysmic disaster of our army..."

"I won't take all the credit, Bill.", Harrison said, silently chuckling as the words came out of his mouth.

"Hmm, at least I came, lads.", Carlisle said from out of nowhere, drinking his whiskey as he spoke.

"Enough chit-chat, John. Harrison, would you like to restart the music?", Kilgore said, with a beaming smile.

"Hell, yeah!", Harrison said, as he restarted the tape playing Rise of the Valkyries, causing a resounding cheer from the other soldiers in the heli, and the other helicopters around them, as the last weak machine gun positions on the ground were destroyed.

"At least the rebels in the bunkers didn't die in pain and agony.", Kilgore whispered to himself. "Either way, we managed to break the rebel defenses."

"Alright, that's a damn good job done. Where are we heading now, Bill?", Harrison asked.

"Oh, you know where we are heading, Dave. Im pretty sure you know where we are heading next to attack.", Kilgore said as he stared straight ahead.

The helis continued to fly over the Oregon countryside advancing northwards. Destination... Portland.

Part II: The Great Travesty.

Meanwhile, as the helis flew overhead destroying the rebel defenses nearby, Colonel O'Leary and Corporal McGregor were leading their regiments, hoping to take out any other stragglers.

"Aye, I can feel it, sir. There's... something lurking afoot, but I sure as hell don't know what it is yet.", McGregor said to O'Leary in his grand Irish accent.

"Right, Brian. Now we just need to figure out if we have any stragglers on our back door and end it once and for all.", O'Leary said as he pulled a cigarette from his mouth.

Within a few minutes, the men reached what looked like an abandoned small bunker halfway between Gravity Falls and the Columbia River in the woods.

"Shh, nobody make a damn move! It might not be abandoned; I still see a machine gun sitting in the bunker.", O'Leary said.

"I'll go investigate the bunker. If there's someone in that bunker, then they might have some pretty good information on where Dipper and Stan are being held... and who the rebels's boss or bosses are.", McGregor said with his M9 automatic pistol still in his hand.

"We'll cover you, Brian. We don't need to lose a man today.", O'Leary said.

McGregor moved up cautiously towards the side bunker door, the only door that bunkers like this had.

McGregor kicked down the door, quietly though and not attracting any attention whatsoever, and then he grabbed a flashlight from his pocket, now holding the flashlight and the M9 in both hands.

The first thing he saw was bodies littering the grounds of the concrete and steel bunker, of which were all wearing rebel uniforms.

He then pointed his flashlight cautiously towards where the machine gun laid, and he saw 2 wounded rebels; one gripping onto the machine gun and the other was reloading it.

McGregor quietly hid in the telecommunications room of the bunker, which was small but a unique hiding place. He only found dead bodies there, as well, and he also found a telegraph, lots of paper, and a sheet covered in blood, but showing Morse Code for the telegraph. He then quietly turned on and talked over his radio to O'Leary.

"Lots of dead bodies wearing rebel uniforms. 2 wounded men gripping and reloading the machine gun. There's a tiny hospital here as well. Only 4 wounded rebels are still alive, over.", McGregor said to O'Leary.

"Alright, head to the hospital quietly. Take out the 2 wounded men there, then the other 2 on the machine gun. You got it, Brian?", O'Leary said as McGregor put on his pistol's suppressor.

"Aye, Sir. I'm heading to that little hospital now... and I'm going to have to maintain radio silence.", McGregor said to O'Leary over his radio.

"Good idea, lad. I'll see you on the other side if you don't make it out.", O'Leary said over his radio.

"Hey, don't say that, Noel! I'll be back in time for the next attack... at least we have the defenses of the Columbia destroyed...", McGregor said quietly over his radio before turning it off.

"...May the Lord bless your soul, Brian.", O'Leary said quietly over the radio before turning his off. "Wait for the signal, gentlemen.

Once McGregor shoots his flare gun giving the all clear, then we command everything."


After McGregor had quietly sent the 2 men's souls in the hospital up to heaven, he breathed a sigh and exhaled, clearing his throat midway as he exhaled.

He then snuck up on the wounded loader of the machine gun, who was slowly taking a sip from his glass of water and slowly losing blood.

He dragged the loader out, the loader screaming loudly as he did so, but the wounded gunner didn't pay any mind.

"GODDAMMIT, WILL! HELP ME, FOR CHRIST'S SAKES!", the wounded loader said before having a knife punctured into his heart and his cries silenced, gasping for any air as he was dying.

"Shit.", McGregor said under his own breath, before pulling out his suppressed pistol and firing 2 shots into the gunner, making him grunt a loud moan before collapsing on the ground.

McGregor fired another 2 shots into the gunner's head, taking him out for good.

McGregor maintained his composure, found a ladder near the machine gun, climbed up the ladder, putting Old Glory on top of the bunker, and firing the flare gun in the process, causing the flare to explode mid-air.

"There's the signal, gentlemen! Move up!", O'Leary yelled as he saw McGregor climb down the ladder and run out the bunker.

"Sir, you have to see this.", McGregor said to O'Leary as he found an old lantern, lighting the bunker's inside for some light.

Eventually, both commanders walked inside, seeing the bloodbath that McGregor had seen earlier.

"Brian... did you kill all these men?", O'Leary asked, shocked at the amount of bodies and the smell of rot, bone and blood.

"Besides 4 wounded men who were on the damned verge of death, no. These bodies were already rotting once I got in here, Colonel.", McGregor said with fury in his voice as he did so.

"Who'd you kill, exactly, Corporal?", O'Leary spoke up to him.

"2 wounded men in the hospital and the machine gun's loader and gunner. Those were the only 4 people still alive in this... rotting bunker.", McGregor said, with fury, disgust and his Irish accent all still in his voice.

"Well, the bunker's dead silent now.", O'Leary said.

He would then call one of his aide-de-camps over. "Jameson. Here is a picture of a bunker and a picture of the dead bodies in there. Take both of these back to command in Gravity Falls. They need to hear about this."

Lance Corporal Robert Jameson, a man who had come from an honest family, respected and honest, has always wanted to join the Army... and he knew that awaited for him on the other side.

The man had always been trustworthy, and that's the one thing that made him great. As the man grew, he commanded his own regiment, which was still under his command even if he were aide-de-camp to Colonel O'Leary.

"Yes, sir. Since my lone regiment who only has 100 troops in it and I'm the highest-ranked of the 4 commanders in that regiment, I'll leave them with the trust of Corporal McGregor, as he intends to be the second highest-ranking officer in that regiment.", Jameson said.

"That's good enough, Robbie. Now, ride along!", O'Leary said as he saw Jameson get on his horse and ride the 16-mile journey back to Gravity Falls with the letters and the pictures.

"Where the hell's he-" McGregor spoke, but was cut off by O'Leary.

"I sent him to head back to Gravity Falls with word of what happened here.", O'Leary said.

"...Good, then.", McGregor said, before walking back to where Ford and Wendy were, guarded by a handful of privates with high-priority guns and armor.

"Let them go, lads. I only need two men helping them out with the plan.", McGregor said. "Colonel, can we tell them of the plan?"

"Oh, yes. We should most certainly do tell them of the plan. Now, Corporal, did you see any places where we could have a private briefing?", O'Leary asked McGregor.

"Yes, the Strutton household. It's within 200 yards of this bunker. I'll call Colonel Strutton and let him know we're coming. Should General Schnell be arriving by this time, Colonel?", McGregor told O'Leary with great foretelling.

"He should be where Colonel Strutton is now. At his own goddamn household. Distinguished and satisfied... now, let's have the briefing there, gentlemen.", O'Leary said.

"Very good then, Colonel.", McGregor said, smoking a cigar while walking to the household about 200 yards from their current position.

As the men walked to Colonel Kenneth Strutton's household, O'Leary thought of something.

He wondered how much time the men would give him to have the private briefing. Upwards to an hour, that's what most private briefings take time away. An hour. He could either spare it or waste it for his private briefing.

O'Leary decided to waste it. To tell the men of the rebels' crimes against people of all ages.

Not in a private briefing... but rather, a council of war.

Part III: The Blessing Lights.

On the other side of the bunker, General Sworder, Lieutenant General Custer, and Sergeant Murray led their brigades through the treacherous harsh land of Oregon, with Mabel following closely behind.

As they transmitted mud through the pastures of green grass, they held their guns in their hands, hoping to take any rebel soldiers or commanders by surprise and send them all running back to Astoria or Seattle, as the only cities the Rebels had under their control were: Seattle and Vancouver, Washington, and Eugene, Portland, Salem, and Astoria; all in Oregon.

"Seattle's the rebels's capital. It's a besieged city, as of now, it's been surrounded by ships in Puget Sound and troops from Olympia and Victoria.", Murray told Sworder as they walked through the damp mud of Oregon's rugged yet beautiful countryside, advancing slowly, as to not attract snipers or scouts or even the whole goddamned remainder of the rebel army of Oregon, commanded by one of the rebels's most respected commanders of the time; General James Robertson, a man who respected everyone and everything that wasn't racist, who hated war, racism and Civil War, a former 2-term Senator for Wyoming in the House of Representatives and the top man who agreed with the idea of more equal rights for all."

"I know the man, Declan.", Sworder said to Murray. "He wouldn't kill me at first sight, I damn near know that or even God himself knows it. I don't fear death, though. I don't care about the weather, we can march through it, not under it or even godforsaken go above the laws of physics and destroy the weather, hell, Mother Nature might kill me at first sight if she saw me try to do that." He'd let out a long sigh before tossing his cigar into a lone, rotting empty barrel nearby.

"Strange...", Murray thought as he saw the barrel. "That's the only part of this damn, muddy and rugged countryside that I've seen abandoned barrels so far. The damn rebels must be running out of their goddamn supplies, then or their supply line's cut short..."

Murray let out a heavy sigh, then just continued walking, urging his men on and keeping his and his men's morale at a high level, not trying to keep morale at a low level.

"When I get back in the Senate, Declan, I'm going to make sure you and Custer are given full command of my armies. And I'll make sure General Robertson is granted a full pardon and can return to his Democratic position in the House of Representatives, while I return to my Republican position there, as well. And I'm not trying to make sure this is some... war that we'll have to pay for with our own limbs, families, supplies, and hell, even freedom. We mustn't lose our freedoms. This war isn't a Civil War, though. It's always goddamn murder, for fuck's sake.", Sworder announced.

"You meant to say... for Christ's sake, General?", Custer said, completely aware that he heard his commander say the worse cursed word in the whole godforsaken world, the universe and the galaxies through space and time, hell, even alternate universes it could've been all been heard in, to hell with it.

"And... damn it all to the pits of the Nether!", Sworder said, as he took a sip from his coffee cup. "Would we rather have rough rebels trying foe and woe to destroy our freedoms? We want our freedoms kept free! We need a better government, a lot of better politicians, less crime, less debt as we are already $25 trillion in debt so goddamn far! To hell with it, gentlemen. Would I rather let idiotic politicians be controlled as corrupt puppets by the goddamned rich society?! I'D RATHER NOT! This country IS so goddamned corrupt that those damn rebels wanted their freedoms, just like how... in the past, men and women of the working class wanted their freedoms, they barely earned money and they broke their goddamn backs each day to get their low wages! I swear to Christ, George, if you support any method of these corrupt men, anyhow, then I might as well give you command of all the cavalry regiments and only the cavalry regiments. Am I understood, you all?"

There was an eager moment of silence among the men and ladies and Mabel herself even kept quiet not wanting to upset Sworder any longer with any and all talk of corrupt politicians and the government becoming puppets of the rich and famous any longer as he was already pissed off at the corrupt rich and he didn't want anything to do with them any longer but rather lock themselves in jail until they do what was right for themselves and the nation as a whole.

"Anywho, let's continue marching.", Murray said from the blue hoping to maintain some morale in his men and the army as a whole.

"Good idea, Declan. I just- just don't need any more talk of goddamn corruption in this army or its cabinet as a whole and we don't need cordless beings before the law who will vote against it by any means necessary.", Sworder said before getting back on his horse and continuing to lead the men with Custer, Murray and Mabel right behind him, Mabel and Custer riding the closest to him.

"We don't need our plan backfiring now. I won't bow to rebels whose country is falling. At least, the North American Federation still stands strong...", Sworder said. "Now, onto Dipper, or Mason and Stan's paths. Let's follow the footprints... by whatever means necessary."

"Good idea, sir.", Custer said, ignoring the fact that he was yelled at randomly by his commander for thinking he supported a corrupt cause. In fact and reality, he never did and never wanted to and he was never going to turn his back in the face of God and in the faces of the anti-corrupt politicians who respected him and his command like a boss.

"Ah, to hell with it. George, I'm sorry about my... revolting and idiotic talk earlier, and I-", Sworder said, before Custer put his right hand up.

"I've already forgiven you, Sworder. To be honest, I believe you have shown the men and ladies and I mean all of them a lesson of corruptness in this country, so that way they don't trust corrupt politicians and the idiotic rich and we can free our government of being literal puppets of the rich. That's why the rebels are revolting, not against us, but against corruption and the rich and our puppet government.", Custer said. "And, with full honesty, Sworder, I agree with you about everything against corruption and that we must crush it before it even corrupts the minds of our friends, the anti-corruption politicians. I hope it hasn't corrupted the minds of Dipper and Stan, and to hell with corruption to the Nether as a whole, my friend!"

Sworder saw the bright light on Custer and he knew his friend and second-in-command trusted him even long after he might've died. He would know that speech until the end of his great and insanely great life. And to the end of his men's lives, he would never forget them, the dead included along with the living.

"What the hell might we find up ahead, sir?", Private Roberts said from out of nowhere.

"Barbed wire, most possibly, Roberts, and possibly some lightly-held and lightly defended bunkers, Private. That's all we can be assured of.", Sworder said to Roberts as he took another sip from his coffee cup.

"Very good then, sir. I'll leave you alone with some time to spare for some planning to get past the defenses as we need to get over somewhere that doesn't have defenses and that are broken so that way we could attack them on their asses and send 'em running back to Portland on their heels.", Roberts suggested. "And also, General Sworder, I found something about where Dipper and Stan are being held at. The city of Astoria, Oregon. The rebels plan on moving their capital, Senate, and their House of Representatives to Astoria. We are not going to try to burn the whole damn city down. They're being held at Fort Clatsop, the same place that Lewis and Clark laid foot on Oregon and built that fort there.", Roberts said.

"Thanks for the information, Private and a good suggestion. I'll take the suggestion to the heart and mind. Now, fall back into your brother's command, Private.", Sworder said.

"Aye, Sir.", Roberts said, walking back to where the Big Red One was at, walking in the rugged mud.

"At least we know where those 2 are being held at... Custer. Order your aide-de-camp to send a telegraph to command and a radio message to Kilgore. We need a break as we have already broken through many weak rebel defenses, and tell them where Dipper and Stan are being held at: Fort Clatsop, Astoria, Oregon.", Sworder said as he wrote everything down on a letter and gave it to Custer, who in turn gave it to his own aide-de-camp, and who in turn looked at it and then stopped his horse.

"I'll rush this to the nearest telegraph station, it's only 5 miles away, General Custer.",. Custer's Aide-de-camp, Adam Pernell said and he rushed to that said telegraph station as a result.

"Well, at least he's delivering the message now...", Custer said.

"Indeed. You have another Aide-de-camp, right?", Sworder asked Custer.

"Yes, sir. Andrew George Attleboro. He's the more senior experienced one. He's a Senior Captain army rank, not Naval rank, and Pernell's only a senior lieutenant.", Custer said to Sworder.

"I see.", Sworder said. "Do you trust Pernell, because my intuition sure as hell does. Or it might... or it might not. I sure as hell don't know yet."

"I do, General.", Custer said. "I must ask... when are you going to rank me up to General?"

"Once the war's over and then I'll give you the rank of General, command of all the cavalier and cavalry armies, regiments and brigades and might as well give you some honorary brigades.", Sworder said to Custer, who seemed surprised he was going to give him such men for a task that to him seemed too much.

"Well... thank you, Sworder. I was not expecting you to give me that much command in the future. I only have hope that soon and in a month, probably... this damned and cursed war... WILL end.", Custer spoke up. "But now, let's get back to making sure we can make peace with these rebels and maintain peace on our dear continent and peace in our dear Federation, Sworder. I trust you with that. And I forever will. I'll at least lead the Cavalry."

"That's all I expect of you, Custer; to be brave and take care of your men. See, even I trust you with that manner, my friend.", Sworder said. "By the way, Sergeant, when are the reinforcements coming?"

"General, they should arrive in about an hour.", Murray said.

"Who's their commander?", Sworder said.

"An old friend of yours, mine and Dipper; Lieutenant Major Lincoln Loud.", Murray said.

Custer looked at Sworder, then back to Murray.

Sworder, meanwhile, felt a spark of hope rise inside his heart that he would, indeed, see his old friend again.

"How many of his sisters are with him, Declan?", Sworder asked Murray again.

"10 of his 11 sisters, sir. His dad has also come with them.", Murray said.

"Good, Declan. I'll have them meet you when they arrive.", Sworder said.

"One last thing, Sworder.", Murray said. "It's about Seattle."

"Have we captured it yet?", Sworder asked.

"No, sir, but if Seattle is captured, the rebels there in Washington will surrender, every one of them, besides Vancouver by the border.", Murray said.

"Well, that's good news, then, Sergeant.", Sworder said triumphantly. "I have pride we will win this little war... and bring your brother and great-uncle back home safely, Mabel.", Sworder said.

"Thank you, General.", Mabel said.

"No problem, Mabel. I made a promise to your brother before he meant missing... I guess he was wishing for all of us to not be harmed and to get those bastards who took him and your grand-uncle.", Sworder said. "I won't break that damn promise... not now, not ever."

"Now, onwards to battle!", Custer yelled, seeing light enemy defenses and 2 small and lightly-held bunkers ahead.

"Alright, bugler... sound charge!", Sworder yelled.

The bugler played the very infamous and funny Charge March on his bugle as the men yelled their battle cry and rushed ahead towards the defenses, as it looked like they were charging to their deaths, when in reality... they were charging towards the smell of victory.

And it was as if Custer was literally being God and holding his hat up in the air to encourage his men actually inspired them and raised their morale as a result of the charge by Custer and his men.

As of course, Sworder thought of it as if it had come from the famed Western movies of the 20th Century, showing accurately and inaccurately the battle scenes of the olden days in the Wild West, Mexico and The American Civil War, while the Birth of A Nation told of the racism after the Civil War and why some men called President Lincoln a tyrant, which idiots and their idiotic racist friends liked to believe tenfold.

That's what Sworder believed, for the most part, he DID believe that. And he would never forgive the racists as long as he lived. In fact, he wanted to kill them all as long as he lived and saw it fit to do that.

"At least they've made a charge, lads... now, WE charge. Pipers, play the bagpipes! FOR SCOTLAND! FOR FREEDOM!", Murray yelled. "CHARGE!"

As the pipers played Scotland the Brave and the Scottish battle cry was roaring from their Scottish mouths, Murray only needed luck, and that's what he had trusted God for, anyways.

And he knew, if he could wash over the Rebels's offensive... then they'll be done for.

Suddenly, a machine gun started to burst open hot bullets from its chamber in the smaller bunker.

Custer and Murray ordered their men to avoid the rebel bullets. Colonel Attleboro, meanwhile, went to the far left of the bunker, jumped off his wounded horse, which had been hit by 20 bullets, yet surprisingly still alive, and Attleboro threw a Molotov cocktail into the bunker, quickly lighting the bunker up and hearing the helpless and dying screams of the rebels in it. He rode towards the second and bigger bunker, before hearing something behind him.

*KABOOM!*

Attleboro looked back and saw that he had blown the small bunker up and that its concrete roof had gone 20 feet up into the air before compacting back into the bunker again.

"Holy Crapperoni.", Attleboro said, making fun of his favorite pizza, Pepperoni Pizza, but not before doing the sign of the Cross and looking towards the slightly bigger bunker 200 yards ahead.

He pulled out another Molotov Cocktail, lit it up, rode to the bunker with his still alive yet bullet-riddled horse, and opened the only door to the bunker and threw the flaming Molotov Cocktail grenade inside the bunker before closing the door and shutting it for good. By now, Custer made sure to keep his men back from the bunkers and keep them and their horses away from the flames.

"The man's a genius.", Custer thought, referring to Attleboro and the same as to his wounded yet alive horse and his bravery under fire.

*KABLAM!*

The other bunker let off the biggest explosion anyone in the world had seen so far, since Halifax, that is, yet not the nuclear bombs. The bunker blew up entirely, causing the bunker's walls to collapse and the roof was sent up 50 feet into the air and then came back down a few feet away from the bunker, crushing a little tree as a result of landing.

Attleboro thought he could see the Columbia nearby but it really was lights and smoke and he didn't know where the smoke was coming from. He thought he may have never found out where the smoke was coming from and how it was caused, presumably because of Kilgore's attack earlier, he thought, as it WAS from the position that Kilgore had attacked earlier, and he was correct on that one thing, or at least he was.

With the weak bunkers and barbed wire positions along with the other weak positions destroyed, Custer, Sworder, Attleboro and Murray and even Mabel herself thought that it was clear to move through and they had actually destroyed all the landmines in that area and from that point onwards, they would not see another landmine, as there would be no more landmines and the rebels could surrender easily... or so they thought.

Eventually, the dead bodies of the rebels were buried in a mass grave and a cross was put there to resemble the rebels' bodies there. They cleared all traces of the bunkers by this time and had left a little monument there as well. The only thing they hoped was that the little war wouldn't go on much longer. They knew the rebels and they themselves never wanted the war but wanted peace for their separate peoples.

"Well, we have covered up that the 2 bunkers were here in the first place... let's move out.", Sworder said, not hoping to not disturb the grave of the dead any longer.

"Good idea, sir.", Custer said.

Now, they were on their way to the Columbia to find the only bridge still standing in that region; the D.B. Cooper Bridge; named for the infamous man that jumped off an airplane with a parachute in 1971 and was never found... he might've been hiding in the caves then. Or so the army thought. As for now, their only priority was to get across that bridge and join up with McGregor and O'Leary for the attack on the City of Eugene... but they were elsewhere at the current moment in time.

Part IV: The Last Part Of Chapter 4: The Council Briefing And The Bluffs Of The Columbia.

Meanwhile, at the Strutton Household, Colonel O'Leary knocked on the door rather calmly yet alert. He still wanted to know if his old friend still lived there and he sure wished he still did.

"Hello, is Colonel Strutton home, Mary?", O'Leary asked Strutton's daughter, Mary Strutton.

"Yes, he is, Colonel.", Mary said as he called her father and General Richard Michael Schnell, along with Colonel came down the stairs to ask who was at the door, only to be met with the sight of O'Leary and McGregor at the front door.

"Noel, Brian. Come in, you 2. What have you-", Schnell said, before McGregor cut him off with a wave of his finger. O'Leary then spoke.

"Can we let the rest of our army in? It's very important. We are going to have a council of war and it's gonna be a pretty long damn talk. It's about the war currently going on. The rebels have been losing ground but they might be running back to Portland... but I sure as hell don't know.", O'Leary said, explaining the whole plan of the 1st council of war with Schnell and Strutton, who had come downstairs a few seconds before Schnell had.

"You can. How many troops do you have under your command, Noel?", Strutton said.

"About 10,000 troops, and a reserve army of 1,000 men. Brian leads 5,000 and I lead the other 5,000 of 'em, lad. And we share command over the reserve army.", O'Leary said.

"Ah, we have enough room for that much army men and women.", Strutton said. "Mary, get the food ready. We're gonna have a big feast and O'Leary, me, Schnell, McGregor, Ford and Wendy are going to have a council of war. The other high-ranking and lower-ranked officers are allowed to attend. Privates and Privates who have a First Class ranking are going to keep guard or get some rest, while we talk over the council of war in the damned meantime."

"That's fine, Ken. Now, let's call this damned council of war up! 201 officers, including me, are going to take part in it and we might as well take this council carefully all night long.", O'Leary announced. "Now, onto the council, gentlemen!" He'd then snap his fingers, hoping to get Strutton's attention and he did.

"Alright, people, let's go!", Strutton yelled as the 201 officers, including him, Schnell, O'Leary and McGregor walked into a massive room, a private briefing room with maps and plans for attacks on the rebel positions.

Eventually, the officers entered the huge room with a long table stretching from the front of the room to almost the end of the room entirely and that's why O'Leary realized why Strutton had built and lived in such a huge mansion.

"General Schnell.", Strutton said. "You take the main chair at the end of the table and I'll take the one at the front."

'Very good then, Colonel.", Schnell said as he walked to the end of a table a mere 300 yards away from where he was standing. After he sat down and saw that everyone else was in their seats, the Colonels, Ford, Wendy and Corporal McGregor included, they began their council of war.

"So, ladies and gentlemen, here begins the council of war for the West Coast Rebellion.", Strutton said to the 200 other officers in the room as he lit a cigar rather dramatically. "I'm pretty sure we all know what is currently going on at the moment with the rebellion and... well the hostage situation at the current moment in time."

"Yes, we all know that, Colonel. Now, I'd like to talk about who the hostages are and what the rebels' intentions are with them in their current possession. I'd also like to talk about when we can launch the attack on Seattle or otherwise known as Operation Pulser, named after the retired Labor Union Leader and the former Representative from Montana, Jimmy Pulser. If we can take the city, the rebels will be weakened and they may collapse within a few weeks. Also, we have reached the Columbia River and are going to advance into Southern Washington. But first, we need to take the remainder of Oregon under the command of General and former Senator James Robertson. We also need to have minimal blood on our hands, as the rebels have weak defenses in the countryside and near small towns, villages and small cities. Their strongest positions, however, are in or near the big cities they have or the 6 big cities they have left; Portland, Eugene, Astoria, Seattle, Salem and Vancouver, Washington. Before we get into the hostage situation, we need to talk about Lieutenant Colonel Kilgore's attack on the rebel defenses at the Columbia. The man acted like a badass like any man of his stature would and he destroyed their strongest defenses on the Columbia. I'd also like to add Kilgore's name with the other Lieutenant Colonel there; his name's David Harrison. Those two will be put in for the Medal of Honor and I'd like to order some decorations for them for a big celebration on the West Coast as the East Coast and the rest of the country and the world is already celebrating the end of this small and puny rebellion," Schnell said from afar.

"Yes, we should do that, General.", Colonel Strutton said. "I'd also like to ask the President for the destruction of our or any country's nuclear bombs, as they are too dangerous for them or us to keep tenfold. Would you do the honors, Schnell, to talk to the UN about the destruction of nuclear bombs when this is over?"

"Yes, I will, as I'm the highest-ranked General known to be in the UN... besides General Sworder.", Schnell said.

"Of course you are, General.", O'Leary said sarcastically. "Though, we haven't heard from Sworder for about an hour now... he and his army might be marching to the Columbia River."

"He might be, Noel, though we don't know where he is as of yet. I might have to go asking around.", Strutton said with a little hint of worry in his voice.

"Well, Colonel, I've tried contacting him on 4 different channels. He hasn't responded back so far. I think he might be maintaining radio silence as far as I know at the current moment in time. Once this council of war is over, I'll try to contact him on the main channel he uses.", McGregor said.

"Good idea, Brian. Might as well not use it for nought anyways...", O'Leary said, glancing at McGregor. "Anyways, before we get onto Dipper and Stan being hostages of the rebels, the only ones they have by the way, we shall shine behind the rebels' true colors and intentions. Me and McGregor found a bunker this morning, showing bodies everywhere and McGregor had to take out 4 wounded men, 2 of whom were manning a machine gun and we saw what the rebels had done. They had taken away most of their defenses, hope, luck, morale, men and most importantly for the men... food. The rebels abandoned them right there and then. They left them to die. They executed most of the wounded and left the others to bleed out. They also executed and left many of their strong-willed troops to bleed out on the grounds of that bunker... and I heard you had a prisoner from that said bunker we had found just a few hours ago, Strutton."

"Yes, the General had to make me get all the information from the prisoner, a Private First Class named Lewis Salerno. That's the only prisoner who escaped out of there alive or as far as we knew. We didn't even know there were 4 other men left alive in that bunker.", Strutton said. "At least you found them before we did... we might've interrogated them harshly. Or they might've killed us when we tried to get into the bunker because I am pretty sure they would have recognized me and my army."

"You might as well be correct, Colonel.", General Schnell spoke up. "Now, before we end the talk about the bunker, can we arrest the rebels' leader when the rebellion is over and charge him with war crimes and crimes against humanity, as his own men were executed on his own corrupt orders! Damn... people are psychotic madmen these days and for what? For a love of killing and bloodlust? I sure as hell will not stand up for that crap right there!"

The Council fell silent then. They quickly took Schnell's words to heart and mind and quickly regained their focus on the current situation in time, the hostage situation as time spoke of it.

"Well... onto the most strategic priority; the hostage situation in Astoria.", Strutton suddenly spoke up. "Currently, as of the 14th of December 2019 at 6:30 PM, we have found intelligence that indicates that the 2 persons we are looking for; Dipper and Stan Pines, are being held captive in the Prison at Fort Clatsop, Astoria, Oregon. The best time we can launch a rescue mission is in 2 or 3 days and we will have to outsmart the rebels again and again until they are fooled enough... but as of now, that is still a work in progress... or as of now a so to speak argument between our top commanders against this rebellion and the collapse of the rebels, as they might collapse after Seattle is taken or they might as well find a new place to call their capital."

"We are going to be sure that they collapse and that they don't rise up. We sure as hell will make sure that that faulty reporting of shit doesn't happen, Colonel.", General Schnell spoke up from the far side of the table.

"Well, then. Shall we launch Operation Houston? That is to push the operational command of the Rebel Army back from the Columbia for good, as Operation Blue Blood has already destroyed the rebels' defenses on the Columbia and that's a damned good thing.", Colonel Strutton spoke up from his seat, while the rest of the council listened to what the Colonel had to say and what he was saying to them.

"Remember, Colonel, we're not trying to make this look like Red Dawn. We don't need the Russians, Chinese, Koreans, French, the Brits or anyone else asking us questions about that type of bullshit.", General Schnell yelled from his side of the table.

"We are going to make sure no one heard anything of the bullcrap that is the rebels not surrendering to us at all, because they will. Eventually...", Colonel Strutton spit back at the General, while lighting another cigar and drinking brandy from his glass as he did so.

"Have we at least captured Tacoma yet? And Everett?", asked Schnell, worriedly.

"Yes, we have captured the whole city of Everett, as we now have a foothold there. Only the South part of Tacoma has been captured... for now. We should be able to attack the north part of Tacoma in the morning, so that way we can establish the full siege of Seattle and capture Elliott Bay from the 16 remaining rebel destroyers stationed there! Those are the only damn ships the rebels have left... 16 destroyers, for God's sakes, man!", Strutton yelled.

Wendy sighed from the middle of the table to Ford, who was right next to her, as the men and high-ranking officers kept arguing over their Battle plans and the siege of Seattle, "I only wish Mabel isn't dead..."

Ford told her quietly amidst the chaos of the Council at the current moment in time, "I can assure you, Wendy, that she is okay."


Meanwhile, on the far side of the battlefield and as the talks of the Council were going on, General Sworder, Lieutenant General Custer, Sergeant Murray and Mabel, who was now an honorary Lieutenant, started their long 20-mile march to the Columbia River hoping to reach it by midnight and set up camp by the edge of the riverbed.

"Damn, we need flashlights shining the way ahead. Colonel Attleboro, can you go up ahead and shine your flashlight up ahead?", Custer said to Attleboro in the midst of the dark night.

"I'll go up ahead and check the perimeter. By the way, George, it's 10:30 PM. We should reach the Columbia within an hour and a half.", Attleboro said, before leading Sworder, Custer and Murray's brigades and squadrons ahead with his powerful flashlight and so on, so forth.

"We might as well have to go quietly, people. We don't need rebel sharpshooters attacking a fast-moving and pretty noisy army... we have to remain invisible and stick to the shadows.", Sworder said, as Attleboro moved up ahead with his powerful flashlight. "Just keep quiet."

10 minutes later...

"Well, we've advanced a short mile.", Attleboro said from the front of the group. "At least we are not going to experience battle this late, or at least I hope we don't."

"Under a few hours, we'll all be asleep and we should be ready for battle the next day.", Custer spoke up. "And if I must ask, Sworder, are there going to be any Park Rangers out here at night or any other friendly armies?"

"There are going to be some Rangers out here checking for animals and us, for safekeeping.", Sworder said. "O'Leary and McGregor, along with Ford and Wendy, are at Colonel Kenneth Strutton's household with General Richard Schnell and Strutton's daughter Mary. O'Leary and McGregor's army is there as well, for rest, food and a Council of War at his own household. Also, Major General Nicholson is going to send us supplies tonight, but they're supposed to arrive by morning and we'll remain cautious through the night and we'll look out for rebel troops through the night. We shall take turns of sleep and looking out with binoculars for those rebels. Does everyone understand what I just said right now?"

"Yes, General.", the entire army said, with quiet voices.

"Alright, well, that's good enough then.", General Sworder said, before continuing on towards the famous and iconically viewed Bluffs of the Columbia.

Eventually, within an hour of continuing to go on after Sworder's speech, they met about 61 friendly troops ahead about 2 miles from the bluffs. Sworder ordered them to stop and he and Custer got off their horses and ordered Murray and Mabel to keep command of the Army.

Attleboro followed close behind Custer, shining his bright flashlight into the friendly army's position, while hearing The Battle Hymn of the Republic, which essentially became the small army's anthem.

Sworder and Custer, meanwhile, walked up to the small army's lone command tent, holding Lieutenant Major Lincoln Loud, who was now 18, Major Ryder Campbell, leader of the famed Paw Patrol, who was also 18, Major General Sir William Thompson, the famed leader of the 3rd Scottish Highlanders and the Irish Expeditionary Force or the IEF for short, who was now 65 and Master Sergeant Lynn Loud Sr., Lincoln Loud's father, who was now 46 and third-in-command of Lincoln Loud's famed yet small battalion, the Grand Western Columbian Expeditionary Force or the GWCEF for short.

Along with the 4 commanders were 10 of the 15 famed pups of the Paw Patrol and their human owners, (The other 5 and their human owners were still fighting the rebels in Northern Washington), 9 of the 10 famed Loud sisters, (The only sister missing was Lily, due to her being too young to see combat and was still in college at this time), and finally, their lone scout Second Lieutenant Robert Owens and their lone radio operator First Lieutenant Joseph McElhaney, along with their 2 cooks; Lead Cook/Baker Stephen Jones and the Junior Recruit Cook/Baker Ian Davidson. The 61 of the GWCEF (as they were the only troops of the GWCEF at that critical moment in time) would later become known as "The Fearless 61." But as of now, Sworder's army, the 77th and the 78th Infantry Battalions, along with several other armies or "The Faraway Eastern Troops" as they would later become known, were finally able to take a break and rest for the night, gaining their respites with God and Mother Nature, as the men prayed they wouldn't get bad weather by the next morning... or if the wind was in the rebels' favor, they would use the ground.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't the 4 leaders of the GWCEF, rather surprising to see you this far in the woods.", Sworder said.

"Ah, Sworder, you've arrived along with Custer! I take it you've brought Sergeant Murray and Mabel, who's been made a Lieutenant?", Thompson spoke up.

"An honorary Lieutenant, Major General Thompson. And yes, Sergeant Murray and Mabel are with us.", Custer said. "And about O'Leary and McGregor, they are at Colonel Strutton's household, with his army, Ford, Wendy, General Richard Schnell and Strutton's daughter Mary. That's the best information we can give you four of the current locations of their army and themselves right now and as of yet, we are right alongside the Columbia and we have taken it back."

"Yes, and as of now, the rebels have been pushed back into the woods. We might have to go turkey shooting for them tomorrow.", Lincoln spoke up.

"Might be a little dangerous to do that, son. I wouldn't need anyone of this Expeditionary Force being killed by tomorrow morning, or any other day.", Lynn Sr. spoke up to his son. "As for you 2, you can sit down right here."

"Indeed, at least we have free chairs!", Ryder said.

Thompson got up from his seat and went outside, to smoke a cigar and then quickly came back inside the tent, with the cigar still in his hand, right as Sworder and Custer sat down, making sure not to attract any attention.

"Why'd you come back in here that quick, Will?", Custer said.

"I'd like to not attract any attention.", Thompson said.

"Ah, I see why, Sir Thompson.", Sworder said.

"Oi, don't try to offend us Scots or Irish like that.", Thompson said, with a sharp tone to his voice.

"Sorry, Will.", Sworder said. "Didn't mean to offend you."

"I'm just kidding with ya!", Thompson said, before bursting into laughter. "So, anyways, gentlemen."

"I'll tell the army to set up camp here with these fellow army personnel.", Custer said, before quickly getting up from his seat and rushing out of the tent to tell the Army to drop their packs by the warm Columbia River and rest for a while with their fellow army personnel.

"Alright, Custer.", Sworder said, before taking a sip of his coffee, recently refilled from a coffee machine behind him on a counter, smelling fresh.

"Well, let's get to bed then, gentlemen. We have a long day ahead tomorrow.", Ryder said to the men sitting at the table.

"Indeed.", Sworder said. "We have to start building defenses tonight, so that way if there's a rebel attack, we can defeat them in detail."

Sworder walked over to the radio, turned it on, and it let out music, as he had expected.

He changed it to a song he always respected, the German version of the patriotic song 55 Days At Peking or 55 Tage At Peking, as the Germans called it.

Either way, Sworder sat back down in his chair with a Colt M1911 in his hand and a Bowie Knife and it appeared to the other 5 men in the room that he was going Rambo Commando Mode.

And so they sat back down as well, hoping to keep a lookout for rebels or rebel helicopters and fighter planes, using a radar that was specially trained and it had never been used before.

The men of the GWCEF called it "The Fielder Reader", as of some respect to their commander who organized the GWCEF, General Thomas Doherty Fielde, now retired, and his second-in-command Colonel James Reader Doherty, who was in a tent with the GWCEF at this time and the only other high-ranking officer not at their table at the exact moment, but rather reading a book and keeping away from peanuts; a certain allergy in his family due to peanuts, walnuts and all the other kinds of nuts that are supposed to be eaten, and was rather cautious to stay away from all or any peanuts at all costs possible, rather ignoring and not looking at any peanuts in his vicinity.

As for Fielder, he was smoking cigars back at his home in Portland, Maine, retired from the Army 20 years back.

Rather, Doherty liked books and read two of them each day; and that was why he had the middle name of Reader.

He liked books and respected authors, except for any or all racist books and of their idiotic baboon-acting authors.

Or at least that's what he thought anyways.

"Sworder, do you want to head outside?", asked Custer.

"No, not at the moment.", Sworder responded back to Custer. "We're trying to be quiet and cautious in this tent."

"I can respect that.", Lincoln said, as he got up from his seat and grabbed a glass of orange juice, a juice Lincoln especially liked for the sake of it.

"Well, I'm off to bed with the pups.", Ryder said.

"I'll see you 5 in the morning. Good night.," Sworder said.

Ryder then left the command tent for his own small tent with the 10 Paw Patrol pups in it.

"Night, Ryder, young lad.", Thompson yelled back.

"Same thing here. Me and Lincoln are heading to sleep with his sisters. Good night, gentlemen.", Lynn Sr said, as he and Lincoln walked out to their own tent, containing the 9 Loud sisters that went with Lincoln and Lynn Sr.

Attleboro came rushing into the tent after Lincoln and Lynn Sr. left, panting after running so much.

"Gentlemen, the camps are complete and everyone is asleep.", Attleboro announced, still panting.

"Any tents open for us?", Custer asked.

"Only one of you can come with me to my tent.", Attleboro said. "Only 2 people can fit into my tent."

"I'll go, lad.", Thompson said, grabbing his coffee cup and walking out of the tent towards Attleboro's tent.

"Well, good night, Sirs.", Attleboro said, before giving a salute and walking with Thompson back to his tent.

"Night, Andrew.", Custer said before turning his head to Sworder. The 2 men were the only people awake in the camp, already aware that everyone in their army, including Mabel and Sergeant Murray have already fallen asleep.

"Well, might as well head to sleep, General.", Custer said, quickly grabbing a big sleeping bag from a small opening in the cabinet above the radio, still playing the same song that Sworder had put on before everyone else went to sleep.

"No, no, you can head to sleep, George. I'm staying awake and I'm gonna keep a steady lookout for rebels and in case I see any, I'll ring the alarm.", Sworder said, still drinking his coffee to keep him awake. At least General Sworder himself had already liked Finnish coffee and always drank it 20 times a day, not letting up even once.

"Well, then I shall say good night." Custer said, quickly getting into the sleeping bag, while Sworder blew the lantern in the tent out and turned the radio off, hearing only the sound of chirping crickets and the running Columbia River, still floating downstream towards the Pacific, the ocean that was and still is the deepest on Earth. And he respected that, but he sure indeed as hell didn't respect the Great Pacific Garbage Patch, that was one damned thing to another for sure, as the General was fully against littering, crime, the chemical weapons of war, such as poison gas and mustard gas and much more that he had listed down over the years his insane life had taken him through. And he wanted to keep the oceans and the water of the world clean, whatever and how long it took, he'd do it.

"Well, goodnight, Custer.", Sworder said, quickly turning on a flashlight and pointing it up at the table, while putting on heavy night-vision goggles as he did so, which he could see everything else in the tent and outside the tent as Custer snored nearby.

Now, the men were in the woods, and thankfully, they wouldn't see any rebels that night, as in Seattle... a night attack was taking its toll on them all.

Meanwhile, back at Colonel Strutton's household, O'Leary, McGregor, Strutton, Schnell, Ford, and Wendy had ended the Council of War and everyone in the house, including their armies, went to sleep rather quickly. O'Leary knew of one thing; that Sworder had met up with the GWCEF. And it was a damned good thing that Sworder did join up with them, especially near midnight.

"Well, General, at least the Council is done with.", Strutton said. "I shall bid you good night."

"Good night, Colonel." Schnell said.

And with that per do, everyone was now asleep.

And all of them were prepared FOR HELL.

To be continued...