| Continuation War: Alebcain Front; Campaigns fought in Alebcay | |
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| Greater Helvany | Jun 9 2015, 04:29 PM Post #1 |
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The bad guy
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[OOC] The opening three posts will be detailed posts on the Helvan and Axis offensives in this Renewed Crisis. The first post will be from the Point-Of-View of the Reich, the Second will be Vettaria's and the Third will be from the Aegeanic states'. Official Communique from the ![]() To: His Catholic Imperial Ceroulian Majesty's Government, Her Majesty's Hardenburghian Government, the Empire of Anatolia and the Kingdom of Alebcay | From: Greater Helvany and her Overseas Territories | Subject: Declaration of War | Importance HIGH Dear Sirs and Madams, The Greater Helvan Reich and the Crowned Realms of Helvania hereby issues a official Declaration of War upon Western Valoria and their overseas empires. Although the Fatherland refuses to side with the Communists, we are most annoyed that the Ceroulian Empire has entered our back yard again. This action has provoked us in this past. The Fatherland believes due to Ceroulia's break from Asguard Pact in 2014 and early 2015, but due to the Empire's return to the arms of the United Commonwealth and Ceroulia's treaty with the Anatolian Empire, Emperor Julian VI & II's boldness grows. We have tried to solve the issue through diplomacy, yet, the Hardenburghians and Alebcains have stated they will not assist in pressuring the Ceroulian Empire. And instead of aiding a fellow anti-Communist nation and her fellow states, they have decided to place daggers against us [the Axis], continuing the West's Provocation towards the Pact. This betrayal will not go without blood shed. A massive amount of blood shed that will overshadow the Great War's. We will not seek peace for that is for cowards. Diplomacy, or lack of, is what made the Axis and Asguard Pacts enemies. Sincerely, I am remain the Reich's obedient servant, Charles Leon Hadler, Fuhrer of the Greater Helvan Reich and the Crowned Realms of Helvania Operation Thunder, June 10, Day 3 of the Renewed Crisis, Aeriel Assault on the West As the Helvan pilots were finished being given their briefs, the multiple airbases' sirens throughout the Reich blared. Pilots and other crews scrambled to their air craft before the order for them to take off was given. Within an hour, the 1st and 2nd Helvan Air Force were in the air flying towards Alebcay, Hallevel and Holstein. Their targets were Radar installations, combat air planes, Allied air bases, railroads, communications, fuel and other supply installations. Some of these planes were diverted to the Hallevelian port cities to strike at oil refineries, dock yards, other repair facilities and Ceroulian war vessels. They launched or dropped their devastating payloads as EW aircraft flew overhead to jammed further communications. Another two Helvan air forces were preparing to do the same offensive immediately after the first wave. The Helvan offensive had begun. Operation Blitz, June 10, Day 3 of the Renewed Crisis, Airborne Forces' Assault on the West Sergeant Helmut Kranz sat in the heavy transport plane heading for Holstein. His unit, the 5. FJ Division was to land at the appropriate LZ, secure and hook up with the local Schutzbund units in the area. He continued to sit there pondering how well the aeriel offensive had been carried out, but his thoughts were droned out by the aircraft's noisy engines. 30 minutes later, the red light was given and his Major, Franz Karlmann. Karlmann was a combat veteran like Kranz in Zubrowka. But they and other veterans had no clue as to what kind of war it would be. Karlmann shouted loud enough for those closest to him, "Stand up!" They stood, and others followed. Karlmann continued, "Hook up!" They all hooked up. "Safety check!" The men began to check each others' equipment. "Sound off for equipment check!" They sounded off until they reached the Major, who said, "One okay!" Green light. Karlmann was out the door, the parachute leapt out of his pack and he descended down to Holstein. Others followed him. Kranz was the last out, his chute deployed as he descended to Holstein. Operation Trident, June 10, Day 3 of the Renewed Crisis, Invasion of Hallevel 3rd Submarine Fleet; 100 Miles west from Ceroulia, Continent of Valoria Kapitänleutnant Otto Richter peered through the periscope like Helvanic U-Boat commanders did during the Great War, but unlike them, Richter and other modern commanders had RADAR to help them as well. He had spotted thee Ceroulian tankers off the heading towards Ceroulia. He smiled as he gave the tankers' courses and speeds. "Kapitänleutnant, we are ready to strike," reported Richter's Executive Officer Oberleutnant zur See Hans Hess. Richter looked away from the scope to nod at Hess. "Thank you, Hess. Prepare Tube 1 for the tanker to the rear," Richter directed. He continued, "Tube 2 for the tanker in the middle and the last tube is for the first tanker." "Aye-aye sir." As Hess and the crew prepared for the coming strike, Richter took in the last calculations. Nothing had changed. He then ordered. "Torpedo One!" Hess spoke into the comms box and repeated the order. Over the box came the voice of the torpedo room's chief saying, "Torpedo One." Richter then nodded to Hess and said, "Los." "Los!" LOS! A brief hiss was heard throughout the sub as the torpedo launched. "Torpedo one launched, sir," reported the chief. Richter then ordered torpedo 2 to be launched. Another hiss was heard before he ordered the 3rd to be fired. 30 seconds after the second was fired, there was an explosion of a direct hit on the 1st tanker. Then the second burst into flames and then the third. "Surface," ordered Richter. 5 minutes later the sub surfaced and as Richter climbed through the hatch and observed the wreckage, smiling, gave Hess the order to confirm to the Hochkommando der Kriegsmarine that the blockade was in position. Other submarines were hunting near the coasts of Hardenburgh, Hallevel, and Alebcay. 2n Navy, Heading to Hallevel, Day 3 of the Crisis 30 corvettes and 30 U-Boats moved in silence towards the coast of Hallevel to prepare the unleashing of hell against the Ceroulian navy in Hallevel. They were accompanied by a force of 1 carrier, Five cruisers, 10 destroyers and several 7 ship squadrons of corvettes guided the amphibious vessels towards the Hallevel's coast. Aboard the amphibs, the Helvanic Naval Infantry prepared themselves for their assault. Then the wooshing of cruise and other missiles was heard as they flew threw the air towards Hallevel. The Naval Infantrymen cheered as they saw their comrades' blows on Ceroulia's puppet's land detonate of impact. Within thirty minutes, the junior line officers of the Marinegrenadieren Streitkrafte (MGSK) were issuing orders to their men on their objectives and their goals. Operation Odin's Hammer, June 10, Day 3 of the Renewed Crisis Invasion of Alebcay The 1. SS-Panzerschutz Korps was ordered to press; ahead of Army Centre; in eight columns of one division each, separated roughly by twenty-five kilometers each, taking advantage of Alebcay's broad terrain. Some units even traveled off-roads. Each column was preceded by a forward detachment, an Aufklarung Standarte (reconnaissance regiment) of roughly regimental strength, with a battalion each full of tanks, mechanized infantry, and self propelled artillery, a company of engineers, and priority of support from the Luftwaffe. The weight of the Korps was such well maintained that they could forward sweep their enemies out of their front and overwhelm the Allied forces before reinforcements could arrive. As the Korps continued to advance, the Army Centre would do the same in style but behind the former. Also the Flieger Armeé would land paratroopers behind enemy lines while being supported by attack and fighter jets. Electronic warfare planes who had been part of the 1st wave, were also mixed with the second air wave, in hopes to jam communications and surviving radar positions. The JK-10s continued to fire missiles at SAM and Radar sites that had been dormant but now active. The formations of the three legion advanced under the leapfrogging protection of sixteen SAM batteries each, and with them their light and medium air defence companies. The SAM batteries were a newly reorganized element of the Legion, self-contained and fully mobile, managed by their brigade headquarters and supported by brigade service support trains. The enemy SAM, radar, and aerial forces had came under the Helvan destructive boot. It all became moot at precisely 1235 Hours when the full weight of 1st SS Korp’s artillery park - to include ground-launched cruise missiles, 205mm gun-howitzers and the same MLRS that had opened the offensive - descended upon and shattered the airfields within range. The reach of the GLCMs was some 450km, the munitions used were unitary ground-penetrating 300kg net-explosive-weight amatol warheads with an aluminium additive to boost pressure. These created exceptionally large craters in the areas, located by the advance recon units, where Allied troops had been in. Allied forces in the area would be particularly hard hit, having been under air attack since the beginning of the offensive. As part of the single neutralization fire plan fired by the Korps' artillery at 1235 Hours, the Eastern most Alebcain city was the recipient of no less than twenty tons, net explosive weight, of ordinance, targeted with the intent of destroying airfields, military bases, government buildings, infrastructure, communication and media centers, and finally some of the public buildings. The reconnaissance elements searching out alternate routes, checking ground conditions, and of course keeping a wary eye for the Allied soldiers of the infantry brigades and other formations facing them. The recon units would observe cities, towns, and villages from the outskirts before moving on. Or they would hunt down their counterparts in the Allied units. Standartenführer Dieter Meyer, sitting on the rim of his cupola to get his eyes further above the ground than he could by using the commander's periscope of his Leopard III Kaiserleopard, begin the firing on one of the villages with his tank squad. Meyer, in the seam between 1st Leibstandarte and 2nd Adolf Hadler Divisions, had been told by his recon comrades of several Allied squads within the village. After receiving the order to fire, he fired on the village from his position. The battles of Alebcay were going to be even more brutal than most had expected, but the Waffen-SS were prepared for such matters. Operation Revival, June 10, Day 3 of the Renewed Crisis With Helvany fully geared for war, the Hochkommando der Luftwaffe was finishing its Operation Revival. Operation Revival was in fact, bringing back online the underground defence airbases and air fields in Helvany proper and Skandia. There were a total of 17 of such airbases throughout the Reich. All but 3 were active. Since the Holstein Crisis in February and March, the Reich had begun the program to reopen these bases. They quickly removed the older interceptors and replaced them, same with the weaponry and munitions. By the time, the declaration was issued, these areas of war were fully operational and were now waiting. Edited by Greater Helvany, Jun 15 2015, 06:58 PM.
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| Hardenburgh | Jun 14 2015, 06:04 PM Post #2 |
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Official Communiqué of the United Commonwealth || To: The Government of the Helvan Reich || Regarding: Attack on Alebcay || Priority: HIGH || Sir, On the afternoon of June 10th, Her Majesty’s Government in the United Kingdom learned that Helvan forces without previous warning either in the form of a declaration of war or an ultimatum with a conditional declaration of war bombed and invaded the Grand Duchy of Alebcay. In view of these wanton acts of unprovoked aggression, committed in flagrant violation of international law and in deference to the terms and conditions of the Hardo-Alebcain Mutual Defence Pact, Her Majesty’s ambassador in Merlin has been instructed to inform the Reich Government that a state of war exists between the United Commonwealth and the Axis Alliance. I have the honour to be, with high consideration, Sir, Your obedient servent, Sir Louis d’Villiers Stanford
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| alebcay | Jun 17 2015, 02:19 PM Post #3 |
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OOC: So this is what happens when I don't pay attention for a month or two. Sheesh... In other news, "grand duchy"? Since when? Regardless, it's a nice change, and I'll roll with it. Also, for future reference, please note the correct demonym for this nation. Thanks. Warning: Operating in serial mode. Check primary connection. HEADER.verify: 64 bytes... done. BODY.verify: 1092 bytes... done. SIGNATURE.verify: true Message integrity intact. ![]() OFFICIAL COMMUNIQUE To: Governments of western Valeria To the esteemed sirs and madams, It is with great distress that I currently write to you. I am certain that you are well aware of the turn of events in the past week that have disturbed the peace and prosperity of the Grand Duchy as well as the western Valerian region in general. I, as well as my peers, have been hopefully expecting for peace to return to the region, but it has become increasingly apparent that this will not be the case. The sophomoric decisions of the Helvan Reich have not only led to mass bloodshed, but also will not accomplish their original goals of persuading the Grand Duchy and other nations to pressure the Ceroulian Empire; if anything, the events in the past week make it evident that the Ceroulian Empire should be among the last of our concerns for the time being. As in any wartime, the Grand Duchy has established preliminary defenses as reinforcements continue to be organized. The Grand Duchy is also currently seeking destinations for wartime evacuation of refugees, and any assistance in the evacuation of innocent civilians is greatly appreciated. ![]() OFFICIAL COMMUNIQUE To: The citizens of the Grand Duchy As of 10 June 2015, the Grand Duchy has been the target of continuous aggression from the Helvan Reich. Precautionary, evacuation, and counterattack protocols are in effect. For your safety, please observe the following:
For further information, please access ready.gov or dial # on your phone to receive information. Information regarding wartime readiness and emergency protocols are also available in your Alebcay: Disaster Readiness book. For the latest information and updates, please tune in to local media. |
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| Hardenburgh | Jun 18 2015, 07:04 PM Post #4 |
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Alebcain frontier, 10th of June, 12:40 Positions of the 5th Battalion, Queens Acadian Rifles Hougoumont Farm NB: The Queen’s Acadian Rifles is an Infantry Division. It is the vanguard of Hardenburghian forward defences and is deployed across the Alebcain frontier. It consists of two Infantry Brigades, an Artillery Brigade as well as the usual Divisional Headquarters and Trains. “The fuck!” Captain Alexis Montissier exclaimed as he scrutinised the Helvan tank formation. Four bulky Panzer tanks moved forward, crumpling the barbed wire fence which marked the border beneath their weight. Gesturing for his Lieutenant, Dubar, Montissier consulted with him. Perhaps it was an exercise gone seriously wrong? As tensions with the Axis steadily increased Helvan forces had adopted a more pro-active stance on the border. However, this line of reasoning was cut short when one of the vehicles manoeuvred its turret and fired a single shot which slammed into the the 19th century farmhouse behind them. As bricks and masonry cascaded down, Montissier realised that the United Commonwealth was at war. Immediately the front burst into activity. Patrols were warned of the Helvan attack, and ordered to pull back. Command was radioed with information of the attack and a request for further orders. Meanwhile, a hasty defene was prepared around Hougoumont farm. In a split second, the balmy, rural calm of the afternoon was shattered. Helvan fighter jets shrieked overhead whilst artillery shells, falling down onto the flat landscape sent columns of earth and dirt spiralling into the air. Private Raphael Grégoire clutched his rifle close. Crouching behind a low stone wall, he made eye contact with his three comrades. Hardenburghian and Caranthian drill sergeants had prepared them will for this situation, however the ferocity and violence of the Helvan assault still shocked them. As they stared down the iron sights from the very relative safety provided by their covered position, they noticed that Helvan infantry units had begun to enter the battlefield. Automatically they began shooting. The rifley of United Commonwealth forces was unrivalled. The Helvan infantrymen who found themselves on the receiving end of Acadian lead learned this as the projectiles tore through them. Behind the frontline, Montissier was quietly confident. The attacking force was powerful, however the world class quality of his soldiers counted for something. The advancing columns of Helvan armour had to be dealt with however. Thankfully, Supreme Command Valoria wasn’t so naive that it ignored the threat of Helvan armoured formations. The Queen’s Acadian rifles were well equipped with Spike ATGM’s and it was without much hesitation that Montissier ordered them into action. The first team to successfully activate their ATGM did so under near constant shellfire which they ducked and dodged. When the unit was operational, Allemand the operator (a young man who wore horn-rimmed glasses), spared no time searching out enemy tanks to destroy. Finally, he pinpointed one. The device locked on and he fired. The projectile was chocked out of the barrel amidst a cloud of smoke and whistled towards a Helvan Panzer. Deadly accurate; it slammed into the turret and exploded inside. The scene which followed was pitiful. The bloodied and limping men who survived, staggered out of the burning hulk only to be shot by eagle-eyed riflemen. As increasing numbers of ‘Spike’ units deployed, this scene was repeated across the front. Montissier found himself pleasantly surprised at the success of infantry against superior armoured formations. Even if the Panzer’s weren’t completely destroyed they were put out of action and forced to retreat for repairs. Helvan air power was also severely contended. Alvis Stormer HVMs, specialist anti-aircraft vehicles equipped with the Starstreak Missile were attached to the artillery brigade. As these were brought into the fray Helvan aircraft began to fall from the sky, exploding brilliantly before raining down on the surrounding terrain. The Acadian soldiers cheered as Helvan fliers were brought down. Further behind the front line, the attached artillery opened fire, relieving pressure on the embattled infantry pinned down on the front. The endless barrage pumped out by artillery men made further advance for Helvan forces perilous, whilst heavy aircraft losses made further bombing runs a perilous affair. Consequently, they took up defend positions and waited until reinforcements could be drawn up. TBC'ed Edited by Hardenburgh, Jun 18 2015, 07:04 PM.
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| alebcay | Jun 19 2015, 06:27 PM Post #5 |
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Searles Valley, approximately 11 miles from the Helvan border 11 June 2015 0110 hours Several hours had passed since the alarm had been raised, but it made little difference for captain RIchard Greer and those under his command. The land mines they had laid months before had since been detonated by the initial onslaught of Helvan troops, but the Alebcayan platoons had been losing ground ever since. The makeshift outpost just miles from the Helvan border had been evacuated just minutes after the first rush, and they were being exposed to heavy shelling ever since. The forces had been driven back by small arms fire from infantry units on the ground and artillery shells from above, but they returned fire with remarkable precision as they fell back, considering the circumstances. There was little cover in the rather flat, rural prairie lands that formed the frontiers of the Grand Duchy, and a contingency plan had been drafted months ago for a situation just like this. Nevertheless, it was considered a contingency (and nothing more than that) at the time, and the lack of more structured planning was beginning to show. Still, the plan was all they had, so under Greer's command, they followed it down to the letter. It involved a retreat towards an abandoned gas station about two miles down the road (the nearest free-standing structure to their position, and the only gas station in a twenty-five mile radius), at which point they would attempt to hold their ground once more. Given the constant gunfire and raining artillery shells, it was probably a plus that a technician had taken the time to ensure that the underground fuel tanks were empty. The company was presently holding their own, but only by the skin of their teeth. One particularly shrewd sergeant had made Molotov cocktails out of warm beer bottles left in a dysfunctional refrigeration unit in the minimart and some motor oil from the adjacent garage, while another platoon lit a semicircular perimeter of grass around them ablaze, thus keeping the incoming infantry at bay for the moment. However, the oncoming waves of tanks and reinforcements combined with continuous aerial bombardment made it quite clear that they would have to make a break for it soon. With Greer giving a final signal, a swarm of men erupted from the rear door of the minimart, making a dash for the treeline that was perhaps only a half mile away. Amidst the heat and smoke from the fire, the company had about 15 seconds of a headstart before the artillery shells began following them again. As the Helvan foot soldiers pushed on beyond the smoldering gas station, which was fortunately vacant at this point, a huge fireball erupted from within the convenience store - the flashover of a cocktail of leftover kerosene, antifreeze, bug spray, sunscreen, and fireworks, knocking the Helvan troops to the ground. It was big enough to daze them, but nothing more. Still, the frontline of the retreating company had already reached the edge of the forest, and the momentary distraction allowed them to escape with relatively few casualties. The escape had been harrowing, but they were now in familiar territory - woodlands and hilly terrain, the type of surroundings that they had trained for. The men took up defensive positions to the best of their ability. They had perhaps won a skirmish, but there was still a war to be fought. This segment is finished. OOC: Bug spray makes a great flamethrower. Edited by alebcay, Jun 20 2015, 08:50 PM.
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| Hardenburgh | Jun 23 2015, 06:14 PM Post #6 |
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4th Flight, No. 202 Squadron, RAF Hollingworth “Scramble! Scramble! Scramble!”. The clipped words, pronounced in a perfect and well spoken accent cut through the quiet calm of the afternoon. The alarm startled the pilots, many of whom had been enjoying the warm June sunshine, drinking ice tea and playing cards. Trained to respond to such emergencies at very short notice, all shot up simultaneously sending playing cards and glasses scattering and ran towards their aircraft which were parked in the aprons fully fuelled, armed and prepared for flight. RAF Hollingworth was known as a dispersal base. Generations of Hardenburghian’s had grown up terrified at the prospect of another Valorian War. Military planners had organised Hardenburgh’s defences so that the country would not be caught unawares as it was at the outset of the Great War. Consequently, six squadrons of fighter aircraft were routinely dispersed to bases across the Hardenburghian Isles and held at high readiness around the clock to respond to any military escalations in Valoria. For the past month, No. 202 Squadron had been one of the six held at high alert. As the pilots hurtled towards their aircraft, they barely knew of the events unfolding in Alebcay. Orders would be issued when all aircraft were airborne. After the pilots had clambered into their cockpits and made the final pre-flight checks, engines were booted and one by one the twenty Spitfires which composed the squadron peeled onto the runway. After the control tower authorised takeoff, the pilots powered up their aircrafts engines and one by one, shot into the sky. Beside the runway the screaming, high-pitched roar of aircraft engines blotted out all other sound. The fighter jets took to the air which such force that the firetrucks and ambulances parked near the runway as contingency for accidents seemed to be blasted sideways. In nearby Drewsbury; a green and pleasant chocolate-box village with pretty thatched houses, a 14th century church and a neat little high street, villagers looked on in bemusement as the powerful low-flying war machines shattered their peace, en route to the battlefields of Valoria. For the pilots of No. 202 Squadron, from their cockpit windows, the patchwork of villages and farms beneath them increasingly resembled the little model buildings that came with the train sets they played with in their youth. Soon, the rolling green countryside of Albion disappeared completely and they found themselves absorbed in fluffy white cloud. In support of the Wehrmacht’s offensive, the Luftwaffe had sent large numbers of aircraft streaming across the skies of Western Valoria. He 65 and He 77 bombers struck cities and military installations across the theatre, leaving chaos and destruction in their wake. Hardenburghian and Alebcain airfields in the immediate proximity of the offensive had been put out of action, with large numbers of their aircraft seriously damaged. Damage control crews and aircraft maintenance teams worked desperately to return their squadrons and aircraft to operational status, however these efforts were impeded by the Helvan steamroller which powered forth. Large numbers of fighter-bombers; Me 74’s and older FW 22’s supported the advance, provided continuous air support. Although the air defence units of the Royal Artillery inflicted heavy casualties upon the Luftwaffe, the Helvan attack was insatiable. Although the strikes harassed communications on the continent, Hardenburgh was not blind. Above the turbulent waters of the North Sea, five E-3 Sentry’s glided gracefully through the skies. The eleven man mission crew who sat at the battle stations behind the cockpit, monitored the movements of Helvan aircraft via radar, intercepted communications issued by Merlin’s military command and guided Hardenburghian fighter aircraft (including those of No. 202 squadron). The atmosphere was unnervingly calm. Presently, ‘Gittings’ a young, brown-haired surveillance officer identified a flight of Helvan fighter bombers and alerted the tactical director. “Sir! 50.85 degrees north, 4.35 degrees east. A squadron of FW 22’s coming in hard. It seems they are headed for the positions of the Queen’s Acadian Rifles”. The Communications officer nodded. “Spotted.” he said, motioning towards the Fighter Allocator. “Deal with it would you, Harding”. Nodding, Harding reviewed his radar screen. “No. 202 Squadron are entering the theatre. We’ll have them deal with the threat.” The communications officer nodded and issued the new orders to No. 202 Squadron. By this time, the aircraft had crossed the North Sea. The glittering ocean beneath them had now turned into well kept fields, small villages and more occasionally neatly organised towns. Notification of the emergent threat to the Queen’s Acadian Rifles was received promptly. “No. 202 Squadron! Things are getting pretty sticky for the boys of the Queen’s Acadian Rifles. A flight of Helvan FW 22’s are coming in hard. Deal with them would you!” Instantaneously the Spitfires banked around and headed towards the positions tenuously maintained by the unit. After a further twenty minutes of flight, which melted away, No. 22 Squadron found itself in the theatre precariously defended by the Queen’s Acadian Rifles. Contact with the Luftwaffe was made almost instantly. Six FW 22’s had dropped bombs on the complex at Hougoumont farm, damaging the command and control capabilities of the QAR. Their pilots encountered No. 22 Squadron’s aircraft as they embarked on a steep climb away from their target and staffed the Hardenburghian aircraft with machine-gun fire. Flying Officer Tomlinson’s aircraft was grazed by the assault. One of the drop tanks fixed to the bottom of his wing immediately began to bleed oil. He communicated with the rest of his squadron. “The bastards have got me! Can someone get them off my tail?”. With that, he jettisoned the tank and attempted to take evasive action so as to avoid further strikes. His comrade, Fg. Off. Wilkinson immediately came to his rescue, locked his rangefinder onto the Helvan fighter jet that was now closing in for the kill and fired a salvo of two AIM-7 Sparrows. The missile sailed away from the hard points to which they were fixed and dashed themselves into the Helvan aircraft which immediately exploded. “Close one! Thanks Wilks!” The Helvan’s formed up and counter-attacked the No. 202 Squadron. Fg. Off. Brown’s aircraft was hit. After being punctured by two missiles and staffed by machine-gun fire it stopped dead in the air and then began to fall towards the earth. Brown managed to eject in the nick of time and glided down towards the positions defended by the Acadian’s. Squadron Leader Warwick Edwards banked his aircraft and locked onto the offending jet. Pressing down on his joystick he released a further salvo of AIM-7’s and then hurtled away, loosing altitude quickly. The missiles identified their target, whooshed towards it and tore in with incredible gusto. Four Helvan aircraft remained. Warwick Edwards found himself monitoring the Helvan aircraft with concern. Despite the vigorous attack by No. 202 Squadron, it seemed that the pilots were still determined to cripple the QAR’s makeshift command centre. Pitching his aircraft into a headlong dive, he strafed a Helvan aircraft with machine gun fire. The port engine was hit, and burst into flame. Meanwhile Fg. Off. Hough, the squadron’s newest pilot managed to successfully destroy a further fighter with a final AIM-7 salvo. The remaining aircraft, bruised and battered turned around and retreated in the direction of their airbase. The Squadron reassumed its formation and continued its patrol. It wasn’t long before control issued further orders. A large formation of transport aircraft had been sighted by observers on the ground, flying low so as to avoid detection via radar. Paratroopers. No. 202 Squadron surged forth and before long the Helvan fliers were in visual range. Warwick Edwards shook his head sadly. He understood that the pilots and men aboard were merely soldiers following the orders of their superiors. Such tactics constituted a wanton waste of life, when the Helvan Luftwaffe had failed to achieve air superiority. The Hardenburghian’s struck using the Thach Weave. The aircraft were riddled with missile and machine-gun fire. Quickly they were turned into burning hulks, which spewed the twisted and broken bodies of paratroopers in their wake. As such, the Helvan Luftwaffe had failed to encircle Hardenburghian and Alebcain units. They could retreat and prepare to fight another day. |
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| Hardenburgh | Jun 25 2015, 02:26 PM Post #7 |
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The Grand Duchy of Alebcay, City of Mouscron, 10th of June 2015 Allied Headquarters, 6pm Mouscron had been hit hart by Helvan air strikes. The unsuspecting population initially though the planes which streaked over the skyline to be Hardenburghian or Alebcain. Military exercises on such a volatile border were almost a daily occurrence. The explosions which followed came as a complete shock to the populace. A balmy summers afternoon was suddenly smothered by thick smoke and flame as targets across the city were engulfed by smoke and flame. Ambulance and fire brigade sirens wailed across the metropolitan area whilst embattled police officers attempted to control a terrified populous. By evening, the Mayor had declared a state of emergency and deployed the Gendarmerie onto the streets to prevent an exodus from the city. ______________ Major General Sir John French stood alongside his Alebcain counterpart Field Marshall Tom Middendorp. After military headquarters in the city had been damaged by the Helvan airstrikes, the two men and their command staff had retreated to an elegant 19th-century chateau just beyond the suburbs. Here, surrounded by their officers, they sat along a long, polished table in the cavernous dining room and discussed the military situation. Middendorp’s analysis was frank and bleak. Clearing his throat and taking a sip from his glass of bordeaux he assessed the situation. “We would be fools to think we can defend the frontier. The region is defenceless! Flat! Helvany’s tanks might be delayed by the Acadian’s, but soon enough they will be swept aside when the Wehrmacht deploys its reinforcements! We must retreat and fight them another day when the conditions favour us!” A younger officer, lacking Middendorp's years of experience disagreed. “Exactly how much territory do you intend to hand over to them, Sir?” he enquired. “Will you decide that they have advanced far enough when Helvan tanks advance towards the gates of Asguard!” It was at this point French intervened. “I rather agree with the Field Marshall’s point. At present, the Helvan’s have the military advantage. Fighting a defence on the frontier would be a waste of life, and you should know better Stevenson!” He paused, rose from his chair and then gazed out of the large windows onto the landscaped gardens which were bathed in the warmth of the evening sunlight. After lighting his smoking pipe and inhaling a few drags, he continued to speak. “Helvany has rather caught us by surprise! Our planning has been rather flawed to this extent. We assumed that a conflict in the lowlands would be preceded by a military build up which would give us time to mobilise and deploy our reserves. Unfortunately, we have been denied that time and as such, we are not fully prepared to fight such a major conflict. We must hold the Helvan advance… as I said, the Field Marshall is right… buy ourselves time until we are truly ready to strike back.” Another immaculately uniformed officer intervened. “Well sir, if I may! The Acadian’s are doing a spectacular job holding the Helvan advance. They’ve given the SS a real rogering! I daresay, if we were to reinforce them with Alebcain armour and infantry, then look at hurrying some of our forces to the front we could buy ourselves all the time in the world!”. The Acadian who sat next to him shook his head mockingly. “You really haven’t listened have you hubert? Defending the frontier is a futile affair. Sir, if I may” he said, directing his question towards French who nodded, “The Lorianne River seems an ideal location in which to fight a defence. We could hold the Helvan’s there for weeks perhaps; give the Alebcain’s enough time to complete their mobilisation and allow the Hardenburghian’s and North Caranthian’s a chance to deploy fully. Then we can go on the counter-offensive!” French nodded, “Excellent. I will issue orders shortly.” Middendorp intervened at this point. “If I may, I think we should only abandon inland areas. If we maintain our position on the coast then we will be able to prevent the Helvan’s from using the ports and maintain communication with Hallevel.” This proposal was also accepted without any objections. Finally, Middendorp volunteered the armour of the 20th Armoured Regiment to cover the Acadian retreat. With consensus reached, French rose from his chair and hurried off to issue orders to the units along the front…
Edited by Hardenburgh, Jul 4 2015, 02:58 AM.
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| Hardenburgh | Jun 30 2015, 01:51 PM Post #8 |
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| Hardenburgh | Jul 4 2015, 11:53 AM Post #9 |
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God has endowed the Hardenburghian race with a worldwide empire, that they may execute his sovereign purpose in this world. The victories that we shall have over the Helvanic heathen are the victories of the nobler soul in man! - Sermon by the Archbishop of Asguard at the National Service of Praise and Thanksgiving, 20th of June 2015. RAF Midlothian Aurland, United Kingdom. ____________ As the air battle over Western Valoria raged, the Hardenburghian Air Force prepared itself for further operations. Although the Helvan’s bid to rapidly gain air superiority had failed, their armies pressed on into Alebcay and the resistance offered by allied forces was insufficient to stop them. The order to withdraw from the border region had been received with little surprise by Hardenburghian commanders and their Alebcain counterparts. Now, the priority was to oversee a retreat which preserved the internal coherence and combat readiness of the units embattled on the frontline. ____________ RAF Midlothian was home to No.505 and No.313 Squadrons, each consisting of twenty Hawker-Hurricanes. Set amidst the windswept lowlands of Aurland’s far north, it was surrounded by bleak costal scenery. The cries of seabirds resonated from rocky crags atop high cliffs. The perpetually restless and violent northern ocean pitted itself against rocky outcrops whilst gale force winds continuously battered the small fishing villages which clung precariously to the coastline. Modernity had passed this remote part of the Hardenburghian isles. The men, women and children lived in much the same way as their ancestors had two centures before. Thus, the fast jets and high tech radars of RAF Midlothian seemed a curious imposition from a futuristic civilisation. Midlothian was not as well-appointed as other Hardenburghian airfields. Environmentalists had ensured that if the base was ever decommissioned nature could promptly reclaim it. Briefing took place in the Operations Centre, a red-brick structure with a corrugated iron roof. Lamps hung from sawn, wooden rafters whilst the pilots sat on hardwood chairs. At a podium, Flight Commander Henry McTavish, a stocky red-haired Aurlander, briefed his subordinates gesturing towards a map of northern Valoria, mounted on heavy, sawn boards behind him. He addressed his subordinates in a thick Aurish accent. “Right lads, I’m going to keep this brief” he said. “As all of you will hopefully know by now, Helvany has launched an all-out invasion of Western Valoria. The prognosis? We’re pretty fucked.” There was a murmur of amusement amongst the flight lieutenants seated before him. “The Helvan offensive started at twelve this afternoon. The Queen’s Acadian Rifles and a few Alebcain battalions were the only units in the area available to resist. They got our airfields pretty bad too.” He paused and surveyed them men beneath his command. The gravity of the situation had now registered on their faces. “In fairness, the Acadian’s have done a bloody decent job holding the offensive off but the Helvan’s keep piling armour in and there is a serious risk that they’ll get encircled.” He turned around and picked up a cane which he used to point at the map of Western Valoria. “We will fly in over Northern Alebcay. There is a heavy Helvan air force presence so we’ll be flying low, to avoid Radar. No.505 Squadron will deal with infrastructure; bridges, railway lines- anything else that might aid the Helvan advance, airborne command will provide further instruction once you’re flying! Meanwhile, us boys in No.313 squadron will provide support to the Queen’s Acadian Rifles. An Alebcain armoured regiment is going to help cover the retreat too. We’ll be taking orders from them.” He paused for a brief second, “Is everyone clear?”. Promptly, the pilots responded with a unanimous “yessir!”. McTavish nodded “We’ll be airborne in thirty minutes then!” Last minute preparations were made hurriedly. Maintenance crews checked the vitals of the aircraft to ensure that they were in serviceable condition. Munitions were loaded and checked, whilst a refuelling truck made the final rounds. The Hawker-Hurricane was one of the oldest aircraft operation in the Hardenburghian Air Force’s arsenal, having flown for the first time in 1969. Although it was no longer the fastest or most advanced aircraft in service, it’s reputation as a time-tested warhorse kept it in service. The aircraft could take much heavier damage than many more modern fighter-bombers, and it could carry a bomb load comparable to that of a light bomber. In sum, the Hawker Hurricane posed a destructive threat to any ground forces. Takeoff followed shortly after. One after another, the aircraft taxied onto the runway and shot into the air, their engines screaming as they powered up. Alebcain frontier, 10th of June 22:00 Positions of the 5th Battalion, Queen’s Acadian Rifles, Hougoumont Farm By now, Helvany’s attack had worn the Queen’s Acadian Rifles down. Despite the success which Spike ATGM’s had enjoyed against Helvan armour, the intensity and size of the attack was beginning to overwhelm the QAR. A number of platoons assigned to frontal defences had been surrounded by Helvan infantry and been coerced into surrender. Montisier, an experienced soldier, knew that time was limited. It was why, when the order for a general retreat, issued by the joint Hardenburghian-Alebcain command was received, he’d sighed with relief. This elation was only temporary however. Disengaging such a powerful Helvan force would be a perilous affair. The retreat started as No. 505 swept onto the battlefield, in a gallant charge. Any infrastructure that aided further Helvan attacks; bridges, railway lines, roads and power stations were hit with a combination of missiles and bombs. Great explosions lit the darkening sky. No. 313 Squadron swooped in next. Brimstone missiles slammed into the massed, armoured formations which were bearing down upon the Queen’s Acadian Rifles increasingly untenable position. On the ground, the Acadian’s watched gleefully as the strikes were carried out. Exhausted, after hours of intense fighting and concerned about their dwindling ammunition supplies they let out a cheer of elation as thunderous explosions shook the surrounds. The jets passed over the Acadian positions, and banked around and returned for a second run against the now-beleaguered Helvan units. Another succession of violent explosions followed shortly, after which the artillery section opened fire with it’s M119 Howitzer’s. Again, overwhelming pressure had been placed on the Helvan Unit’s. In coordination with the Hardenburghian artillery and air attacks, Alebcay’s 20th Armoured Regiment, consisting of 44 Leopard 2SG’s accompanied by 22 Puma Infantry Fighting Vehicles, powered onto the Battlefield. Four Hawker-Hurricanes flew low to provided close air support. Once again, Helvan forces came under a devastating attack. Inside the heated turrets of the Leopard’s, Alebcain tank commanders identified Helvan targets whilst gunners pumped 120mm shells into the barrels, sending them hurtling towards Helvan armour. The ferocity of the combined Hardo-Alebcain assault stalled the Helvan offensive once again. Initially, the infantry platoons closest to the front disengaged. Alebcain Puma IFV’s supported them. The fire team carried in the back decanted, and engaged Helvan infantry forces supported by the 30mm cannon mounted on the vehicle. Meanwhile, the Acadian’s swiftly left the battlefield abandoning any equipment that would slow their retreat. After the Alebcain’s had ensured that their allies were safe, they broke off engagement too bidding farewell to their Helvan adversaries by calling in another devastating airstrike which shook and lit the surrounds. Montissier scrutinised the disengagement through his night vision binoculars. One after another, his units assigned to frontal defence abandoned their positions, and made their way to the nearby N62 Road. The Alebcain Army had provided transports which would ferry the Queen’s Acadian Rifles to newly-established defensive positions at the River Lorianne. One of the Hardenburghian Air bases behind this formidable natural frontier, RAF Moorslede had managed to repair it’s runway and launch aircraft, which would ensure that the retreating vehicles were not exposed to Helvan air strikes. Further sorties by Hawker-Hurricanes would ensure that any Helvan advance was slowed. It was now time for the final elements of the 5th Battalion, centred around the farm complex to pull out from the battlefield. This process had been organised meticulously. Earlier, a number of men had drawn straws. Those who came short were ordered to remain at the farm and fight a rearguard action that would delay the Helvan’s final advance. The expectation was that they’d surrender to Helvan forces. Although Montissier was wracked with guilt at the prospect of leaving an entire platoon to captivity at the hands of the Helvan Army, his orders were clear. He was to reach the Lorraine River and participate in the defence. Preparations for the retreat were made hurriedly. Boxes of ammunition, essential supplies and sensitive equipment were dragged away. Anything that would impair the speed of the retreat was to be left behind and destroyed. The Platoon nominated to fight the rearguard action maintained an impressive supply of munitions; grenades, bullets as well as anti-tank rockets. After these final tasks had been completed the retreat began. In groups of ten, infantrymen disengaged the enemy then briskly made their way to the waiting transports, stumbling through the thick undergrowth which caked the hillside. Presently, the 20th Armoured Regiment began to pull out of the battle too. Montissier was the last to leave. He shook the hand of Valdér, the young captain who had been tasked with commanding the final defence and wished him luck, “I’ll see you in Teuton brother”, he declared reassuringly before hurrying away with the final group of infantrymen. He clambered into the large truck which waited and watched as his subordinates settled down, unbuckling their backpacks and placing their rifles on the floor beside them. The diesel engine choked into life and promptly the Alebcain driver hit the accelerator causing the truck to rev loudly before shooting away down the twisting country lanes. In the distance, Montissier could hear increasingly fainter explosions as the Helvan assault recommenced with new vigour. Overhead, the roar of low-flying fighter jet engines could be heard as a further flight of Hawker Hurricanes prepared to dispense their munitions on the unwitting Helvan’s below. Edited by Hardenburgh, Jul 4 2015, 11:53 AM.
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| Greater Helvany | Jul 23 2015, 11:56 AM Post #10 |
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The bad guy
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Aesir Squadron, 1. Luftdivision, Aerial Wave 3 As the Fatherland's aerial offensive was failing to give the Greater Helvans the advantage they needed, the Supreme Command and the High Command-in-West moved the 1. Luftdivision. The unit was a series of 20 elite, ace squadrons, equipped with the new Me 2007s. They were to support the 3. Luftkorps and be given their targets: most notably the Allied E-3s. Aesir Squadron led by Oberstleutenant Lena Erikssen, callsigned "Freyer". As "Freyer" moved her squadron into striking position against the swarming Hardeburghian Spitfires and Hawker Hurricanes. Meanwhile 231. Jagdfliegergruppe moved towards the Hougoumont Farm with their J-10s firing mini-guns and a dropping JDAMs into the escaping Queen's Own Rifles and Alebcain troops. As the 231. Fliegergruppe destroyed the enemy column, Aesir Squadron along with the other units of the 1. Luftdivision cleared the skies of their Alebcain sector. Within four minutes, Helvan Me 2007s and He 77s screamed into the skies towards the River Lorraine to destroy bridges, rail yards, high ways, and military rallying points. The Helvans wished to destroy the enemy retreating for the river, rallying at the river or preparing to move to the rallying points in the East. Meanwhile, hundreds of Saab Gripens were preparing to intercept any counter aerial offensives coming towards the Reich. Oberscharfuhrer Willie Randgriz, 1st SS-Panzerschutz Division “Leibstandarte”, SS-Freiwilligenfront-West Hougoumont Farm, Sector 5 As Platoon Sergeant Wilhelm “Willie” Randgriz watched the farmhouse, his men waited in the forest behind the property. They had moved silently to the rear as the rest of the division and their Korps moved northwest and southwest to pincer move the fleeing Western Allied forces. But that didn’t matter to the 9. SS-Pionier Kompanie. Their objective lay in front of them. The Hougoumont Farm. An Alebcayan property with Queen’s Arcadian Rifles trying to hold back the enemy force. As the QAR and the Alebcayan support units retreated westwards, the Helvans moved their pincer units, but the 2. SS-Standarte of the 1. SS-Panzerschutz Division remained to deal with the rear guard of the QAR. Willie, a veteran of the Zubrowkan conflict and conflicts before 2014, looked down to one of his comrades and nodded. The younger soldier was a scout sniper. As the sniper picked up his rifle, two J-10s flew overhead and dropped a series of cluster munitions against the Farm. Using this air strike to his advantage, Oberschar Randgriz whispered into his personal radio to his entire platoon, “Angriffen! Los schnell! (Attack! Go fast!)” As the platoon moved forwards, two MG-73 positions opened up on the Arcadian positions and three mortar teams began pounding the farm. The Waffen-SS platoon had encircled the farm from the west, north and south. SS-Freiwilligenamt-West SS-Hauptlegionfuhrer Sepp Dietrich II Flemmish province Sepp Dietrich II stared at the Luftwaffe's report for Sector 5. The Luftwaffe was bombing Allied forces disengaging from the Helvans and bombing bridges and rail lines beyond the River Lorraine. Sepp continued to read a report from 1. SS Panzerschutz Division "Leibstandarte" stating they had taken prisoners as well as diverting most of their units to the north for a pincer move, a company from the Pionier Battalion, 2. SS-Standarte had taken out the Farm. Dietrich's plan in the north was coming to a full head, the Helvans were moving another two SS-Legions and the remainder of the 1. SS-Panzerschutz Legion to Alebcay. And there was more good news, a fourth SS-Legion was coming in from Skandia. Sepp then returned to the map before a SS-Kompaniefuhrer entered the mobile command center and stated that Field Marshall Eugen Rommel was here. The Hauptlegionfuhrer nodded to the Kompaniefuhrer to send Rommel in. The two senior officers shook hands before Vice Air Marshall Erich Steinla entered as well. Sepp motioned for the other two officers to be seated. “My friends, it looks like the ground campaign is going well,” began Eugen, taking a pack of Reichszigaretten out. Sepp and Erich did the same. “Ja herr Feldmarschall, the Fuhrer will be most pleased with our progress,” stated Sepp. “Erich, I see and hear that the Air campaign has increased in intensity.” “Jawohl mein freund,” smiled Erich. “We are hopeful that we’ll cut the enemy down quite size-ably.” “Excellent!” Field Marshall Rommel grinned before continuing, “The Fuhrer will definitely be pleased!” Edited by Greater Helvany, Jul 27 2015, 09:58 AM.
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