| 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 | Nov 26 2015, 05:44 AM Post #21 | |
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Helvan-occupied Northern Alebcay, 5 miles from Erasmusbrug, behind Helvan lines 34th Volunteer Platoon, (Dinant) The men met in Dinant, a quiet hamlet outside Erasmusbrug; a picturesque sort of placed that typified idealised notions of pastoral life on the continent. A cluster of cottages, that time had long forgotten, surrounded a small chapel built from large stones that had been dragged from the earth many centuries ago. The villagers had long since left their homesteads: fleeing south, desperate to escape the escalating conflict. Complete silence, sometimes interrupted by the cawing of a farm bird, was left behind. Save the occasional explosions and blasts, which were audible in the very distance, it would have been impossible to tell that one of the most destructive conflicts known to Valoria’s people was presently unfolding. So as to avoid the prying eyes of Helvan drones and scout units, the group gathered in the Church’s hall and cellar. It was a squeeze for all fifty of them, but the price of being caught was too great. Helvany’s occupational authorities had quickly established martial law. Those who strayed from their homes or gathered in large groups faced an automatic death sentence. However, this wasn’t just any gathering. The memory of the Great War perturbed the Hardenburghian and Alebcain mindset deeply. In a few weeks, during the summer of 1945, Helvan armoured divisions had advanced across Alebcay swiftly, suffocating liberty and democracy in its dreadful wake. The long and painful years of occupation endured by the people of Alebcay had fomented a steely resolve in their hearts and conscience: never again! Conventional defences were all very well but in the event they failed, as they recently had, organised resistance was necessary to hinder further military misadventure by the Helvanic Reich. Thus, Operation Longreach had been born. By and large, those who participated were not professional soldiers. Yes, all had been subjected to the draft at one point or another in their lives; however they were drawn to what they believed to be a patriotic cause as a result of their love for and devotion to the Alebcain nation. All had vowed to defend the soil, upon which their forefathers had split much blood, against the Helvan menace. Resistance was organised by village, town or city. Arms caches, stockpiled by the Hardenburghian and Alebcain Armies were interred in the basements of churches and public buildings, ready to 1be activated in times of war. With the expulsion of the Hardenburghian and Alebcain Armies from the Northeastern provinces of the country, Operation Longreach had been put into motion. Now, the men who gathered in the humble church hall at XXX; peasant-farmers, clergy, shop holders, teachers, artisans and many others like them, would play a decisive role in the battle for liberty and freedom in Western Valoria. An anxious silence engulfed the hall, as the men packed ammunition and explosives, cleaned their arms and checked their food supplies. They were not afraid. Many had been raised with the stories of wartime resistance by their fathers and grandfathers; glorifying and canonising selfless sacrifice for the nation. More accurately perhaps, they wished to prove themselves. Show their wives, mothers, daughters and sons that they were true Alebcain’s who were capable of successfully defending the Grand Duchy of Alebcay, irrespective of the cost. The Commandant, Montissier, was one of the oldest individuals in the group, his thick grey hair and deeply lined face testament to this. Born during the dark years of Helvan occupation, he could remember the brutality effected by the Reich. That dreadful night when SS officers burst into his childhood home; a stone built cottage commonplace in the Lorraine, and dragged his father from his comfy chair by the crackling fire then executed him in the village square continued to haunt his dreams. Over the intervening years, as he came to terms with what had happened, an insatiable desire for revenge, to spill Helvan blood with his own hands, had come to occupy him completely. Now, this was his chance. Montissier observed his units’ preparations from a corner of the church hall. Next to him, on a small table was a wireless radio, tuned into the HBC world service which he listened to intently. In a war-zone the modern methods of transmitting information were unreliable. Traditional methods, which had been used for the better part of a century, were watertight however. Encrypted messages worked into broadcasts and read by radio presenters (who themselves were totally unaware) carried their orders. Shortly his attention was piqued. He turned up the volume of the receiver. The clipped and concise accent, typical of HBC presenters drifted outwards from the speaker. “A bright sun rose over Westmorland this morning, however a front of rain is moving in at 17:30 and will cut this warm spell short. Lows of eighteen degrees will drop in at about 15:30…” Montisser’s Hardo-Alebcain parentage meant that he had a good knowledge of the Hardenburgh language. Well versed in the coded communication used as part of Operation Longreach, Montissier needed no assistance translating the message. A convoy of Helvan reinforcements was moving in for half-past five. Hardenburghian Special Forces, to be inserted shortly, would help them intercept and destroy the troop movement. Gathering himself, and placing his revolver in its holster, Montissier stood up clambered onto a pew and clapped his hands together twice. The room fell silent. The men of the unit paused their tasks and waited to be addressed by their commander. “Right lads! Looks like we’re going to filly have the chance to draw some Helvan blood! A troop convoy is moving critical reinforcements to the front for about 17:30. We’re to sortie Hardenburghian special forces and destroy it. We are going to fan out around the road, encircle the bastards and throw all we’ve got at them. I want us packed and ready to move out in half an hour! Understand?” A unanimous and excited “yessir” followed promptly. Instantly, the church hall burst into a hive of frantic activity. Quickly and efficiently the men strapped up their backpacks, performed final checks on their weapons then exited the hall in groups of five to take up their pre-assigned positions. It was believed too risky for the unit to travel as one group. Rather, they would move to the location in small groups and then use radios and satellite phones to coordinate the final strike. After thirty minutes, everyone but Montissier and his five compadres had left the church hall. Silence returned, save the church bells clapper, which gently struck the lip creating a faint ‘bong’ carried by the afternoon breeze. Nodding at his subordinates; four young men who were local farmhands he muttered one word. “C’mon.” After picking up their M-15 rifles and strapping their backpacks, they exited through the lobby and into the grave yard. The gentle breeze had become a little stronger but the warming heat prevailed. They followed a little dirt path which lead into a woodland behind the church. They would travel through the dense thickets to avoid detection, then wait for the Helvan convoy. Montissier almost enjoyed the march through the woodland. The bubbling of a small stream and gentle birdsong soothed him. Sunlight flickered amongst the green of the leaves. The men reached the clearing where the Hardenburghian special forces were due to be inserted, just beyond the lip which overlooked the road. Here, they would wait until their insertion and then join the rest of the unit in preparation for the assault. Montissier unbuckled his backpack, set his rifle down and then propped himself up against a tree, soaking in the warm sunshine. Three hours later… The whir of helicopter blades woke Montissier and his comrades from the slumbers into which they had fallen in. Grabbing their rifles they stood alert, ready to fire on any enemy intruder. Their concerns were soon resolved. Two stealth variants of the UH-60 Black Hawk, adorned in Hardenburghian Army markings delicately touched down in the clearing. Mantissier smirked. The daring bastards had flown straight through Helvan air defences; the stealth features of their aircraft saving them from detection. Two squads of special forces clambered out of the helicopters. The NCO; a handsome mousy haired individual in his thirties nodded at the helicopter pilots. One after another, they powered up their engines then rose gracefully into the air and flew back towards Hardenburghian airspace, barely skimming the treetops. After the noise had subsided, the NCO strode over to Montissier his hand outstretched. “Pleasure to meet you Sir! I’m Cummings. We’re under your direction for the duration of this mission so please… tell us what you want!” Montissier smiled slightly. Hardenburghian support was reassuring. “The pleasure is all mine, Cummings. As you’ll be aware we’re preparing an ambush of a Helvan convoy, we’ve got the road surrounded” Cummings nodded and turned to his Lieutenant. “Briggs, sortie with your men over the other side of the road. I’ll remain here.” The men executed Cummings’ orders promptly. They skirted onto the road, stopping briefly to dig into the crumbling surface and inter four land mines. After they had completed the work, they disappeared into the bushes. Montissier and Cummings watched them disappear and then went to settle into the undergrowth on the ridge alongside their compatriots. That evening… The distant throb of a diesel engine alerted the men to the imminent approach of the Helvan convoy. Montissier cupped his hand around his hands around his mouth and hooted into them softly, like an owl. Immediately the attention of then men was piqued. Night vision equipment was switched on and weapons were primed whilst two machine gun crews set up their Bren Light Machine Guns. Time seemed to slow down. Montissier’s senses were stimulated. He could hear the breathing and heartbeats of those who surrounded him. He strained his ears further and listened as the convoy approached. The rumble of engines, the ground shaking slightly as the heavy vehicles neared the trap laid for them. Then, the glare of headlamps lit up the approaches. Montissier removed the safety catch from his M-16 rifle and then nodded at the two SAS troopers next to him who lapsed the detonators to the land mines interred at the either end of the road who prepared to detonate the devices. The convoy swung onto the road. Montissier observed it as it powered forward. Twenty troop carrying lorries filled with Helvan soldiers. Many of them were young, too young. Recently conscripted into the Army, they found themsleves catapulted into the middle of one of the fiercest conflicts known in recent history. No mercy would be shown, however. Montissier had been very clear about that. The lorry at the head of the convoy approached the land mine buried at the end of the role. Montissier nodded at one of the SAS troopers embedded in the undergrowth next to him. “Now!” The trooper nodded, retrieved a detonator from behind his kevlar breast plate and pulled back the trigger. A loud explosion rocked the truck at the front of the convoy, then picked it up and violently flipped it over. Seconds later a second explosion destroyed the lorry at the rear of the convoy. The Helvan’s were quick to realise the dangerous situation they were in. Soldiers immediately piled out onto the road, in an attempt to clear the surrounds. Montissier gave the order to fire. It was as if the roadside had erupted. The Helvan’s were engulfed in a leaden pandaemonium. Bullets, mortars and grenades ricocheted onto the road tearing into the Helvan soldiers. The Helvan soldiers fought bravely. Ducking behind the rather limited cover provided by the burning hulks that once were their lorries, they attempted to return fire. However, they were ploughed down by the ceaseless barrage. After five minutes, Montissier ordered his men to stop firing. This order was seen through with marked reluctance. Resistance offered by Helvan’s had all but ceased. Hauling himself up, Montissier looked upon the scene of devastation which was entirely his doing. Amidst the wreckage, smoke and flame wounded Helvan soldiers hauled themselves up bleeding heavily and still in a state of shock. Montissier observed the scene with a young insurgent, who lay next to him clasping an M-16 rifle. The young man, no older than seventeen, gazed in awe at his commander. “Sir” he enquired, “can we finish them off?” Montissier nodded, and rose up to his feet, revealing his position. The rest of the unit followed suit and they converged on the remnants of the Helvan convoy, guns drawn. Montissier walked tentatively amongst the burnt out ruins of the convoy. His subordinates scouted it for any useful material. All survivors they found were promptly dispatched. Montissier shouldered his rifle and drew his sidearm. Somewhere, within the blackened and twisted steel he heard whimpering. Crying. Fear. Montissier took a few more cautious steps. He had found the source of the sound. In front of him was large military lorry which had been flipped onto its side by the one of the powerful explosions. Peeling back the canvas flap which protected the entrance, Montissier stepped in. Around twenty soldiers, riddled with bullets were slumped over one another. At the back of the truck, huddled over, a young conscript shook, wept and whimpered in fear. Evidently this was his first tour of duty. His exposure to the brutality and violence of war had been sudden. He saw Montissier and gasped in shock. Montisier smiled slightly. “Es ist alles vorbei Junge, können Sie herauskommen” The young man whimpered, his cheeks wet with tears. “Wir werden Ihnen nicht schaden. Du bist ein Gefangener jetzt... aber Sie müssen müde sein. Wir können Ihnen etwas zu essen.” He nodded feebly, and gathered himself then walked towards Montissier who placed his arm around his shoulders. The two figures skirted the wreckage and rubble until they reached the clearing in the road. The young soldier started. He was surrounded by fifty insurgent and Hardenburghian special forces. Shocked, perhaps, that his powerful unit had been humbled by such an insignificant little force. Montissier nodded, and a middle aged man, dressed in combat fatigues stepped forth. He looked at the young man severely, almost pitifully, then began. “By the powers invested in me, by the Alebcain nation, in deference to the National Defence Act and in recognition of the prevailing state of emergency, I sentence you to death for crimes against the Alebcain people and state. You will be executed immediately.” The young Private’s Alebcain was better than Montissier had expected. “Non monsieur! Epargnez-moi, s'il vous plaît” Montissier shook his head. “Non, vos gens ont éreinté et brutalisés moi trop longtemps.” Montissier stepped forward to carry out the terrible sentence. He reached for his revolver then paused, smiled cruelly, and reached for a long, hooked knife he carried in a scabbard which was attached to his belt. Two of the insurgents stepped forth and roughly stripped the young man of his armour. Then Montissier stepped forth. “It’s time to die, my friend” He plunged the sharp implement into the young soldiers pale belly and cut upwards so that his guts came spilling out. The screams were ear piercing. The dusty road was stained crimson with a sea of blood. However, silence resumed as they young man fell silent through blood loss and eventual death. Two soldiers step forth. They placed an improvised sign around the corpses neck which read: “HELVAN’S! THIS IS THE PRICE OF YOUR TRANSGRESSIONS!” and then hoisted him aloft into a tree, his entrails dangling down bellow. A sinister warning to further trespassers. The brutality and violence witnessed in that quiet corner of the Lorraine was only a small and insignificant sideshow in a massive, coordinated strike. That night, resistance operatives targeted power stations, communications centres, railways, roads, bridges, airfields and anything else of any utility to the Helvan Army. That night, a nation burned. |
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| Greater Helvany | Nov 26 2015, 10:21 PM Post #22 | |
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The bad guy
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Up until the events of the night of 11 June 2015, the Helvanic forces had been lenient towards the people in the occupied zones. But this act of betrayal had a dire consequence. Dinat, Alebcay 0345 Hours – 12 June 2015 The first group of Helvanic uniformed soldiers arrived at the ambush scene. They were greeted by horrendous stench of burning tires and flesh, and rotting corpses. Their eyes saw a even ghastlier, and tragic sight. Young bodies, barely 16 or 17, either partially eaten by wild dogs and boars or decomposing. One body was hanging from a tree with his guts strewn from his belly on the ground. A sign hung from his neck and bird perched on his shoulder pecking at his eye. His intact eye was glazed over and droopy. The sign’s warning and the grotesque scenery gave some of the Heer soldiers a haunting reminder of the Reich’s former ally of Shinosaka’s barbaric crimes in the eastern campagins against Hardenburgh. Crimes the Helvanics condemned. Now these same crimes were being carried out by Allied citizens on soldiers who saw these people as allies during the late Great War. Who had helped the Helvanics push out the Federative beast and rebuilt. Feldwebel Sigehelm Hrodgæirsson, an Astorian sergeant within the 7th Division, grimacing began to pray for the soldiers’ souls as Greifeiter Thjodoft Æiriksson lowered the hanging youth’s body from the tree. Hauptoffizier (senior most sergeant) Hans Dirker patted a young private no older than the butchered soldiers in front of them, as he puked. Dirker turned to his Batavian second, Karel van Dysk. “Karel, could you get a burial detail?” he asked his old friend. “Make sure you give them the dignity they deserve.” “Jawohl Hauptoffizier,” stated Karel, saluting his surperior. He turned to the soldiers around them, stated he wanted a guard detail to watch with their night vision for any potential threats while the rest buried the slain. One of the young fallen had a shield, an SS-volunteer shield. But it wasn’t a Helvanic shield. These kids were from Alebcay, or descended from Alebcain expats who volunteered or were conscripted into the Waffen-SS’ 33. SS-Panzer Division “Charlemagne”. Dirker then contacted the Charlemagne Division’s commander to send someone. Not for long did a SS-Major, Gervais Gallois, stunned at the carnage upon arrival. Gallois shed a tear. He knew that he will show no mercy to his former countrymen. Neither would the Helvanics, even if they had to raze the entire Alebcain territory. Hugenaut Farm, Alebcay 0430 Hours – 12 June 2015 SS-Legiongruppenfuhrer Heinz Maurer arrived with SS-Divisionfuhrer Germain Lemaître, the commander of the 33. SS-Panzer Division, arrived at Field Marshal Eugen Rommel’s HQ. Rommel was facing two threats to his forces. Allied forces launching their counteroffensive to his front and the insurgents to his rear. Germain saluted Rommel and the latter returned the salute, offering condolences for his division’s loss. “These fucking animals will suffer for their horrendous actions. I wish you’d pull my division back to give a shitty time for people we called Brothers!” Germain said bitterly. Rommel nodded. “I wish I could but I’m leaving that up to the occupational commander, Onäm Skollensson,” Rommel pointed to a SGD officer in the corner. “Skollensson has come up with a brilliant solution to our problems in regards to the insurgency.” “What would that be, Herr Marshall?” asked Lemaître. Fieldmarshall Rommel gestured for Skollensson to approach and give his brief. “As of this moment, we have a huge problem. Our lines of communications and infrastructure have been severely fucked with, sirs. And according to intelligence reports there is a massive military build up of Alebcain and Commonwealthers along our frontlines,” he first started with the obvious. Skollensson continued, “Only a few airbases have been affected by the ordeal. I wish to begin Operation VANQUISHER. It will require 150,000 SGD troops which they should be crossing over the Helvanic-Alebcain border. With these men I plan to begin eastern Alebcay’s eradication. We will deport the women and children to eastern Helvany or even to the Federative Uni-” “Would that not anger the western countries further and make us look barbaric?” asked Rommel. Skollensson smiled coldly before answering, “It’s not like they already do. They already see us as the aggressor. Time to start acting like one. Since they wish to act like savages and provoke us into it. Let’s wipe them out.” Lemaître nodded, as did Maurer and several other high ranking commanders. Rommel paused slightly. “Very well, Skollensson. Begin the liquidation of these subhumans. Koller have your bombers and helicopters strike at the cities as we start pulling out, as well as slow down the allied offensive. Maurer, have the Waffen-SS divisions redeploy to Hallevel. And Mannstein, prepare to fight further.” Koller got up and approached a phone to every air base in Helvany proper and occupied Alebcay. All fighters were to scramble. Maurer also stood and picked up a radio for his Legiongruppe to move north and south from Alebcay. Dinat, Eastern Alebcay 0450 Hours – June 12, 2015 The morning sun started to peak over the trees overlooking the Dinat suburbs. Early risers were starting to go to and fro. Some had been involved in the attacks, some had been complicent. And many were innocent. School buses came to pick up kids who were bound for the primary schools. Shopkeepers and other business owners were opening their stores, cafes and banks as a column of trucks rolled into the city. The trucks bore a strange howling wolf symbol and their occupants on top of the Kevlar vests and helmets had wolf fur heads on their helmets and wore dark gray drab uniforms with a patch that had the same wolf emblem. At the top said “Division Loup” and below the patch it said Division Wolf in Helvan. Division Lupe troops had completely entered the suburbs including surrounded the church. As they entered the church, several began stopping the school buses and forcing the kids and their drivers off. From out of the church, two dragged a black clothed Catholic priest with another two dragging out an elderly chap. A SD officer stood. “Mayor?” he asked in both Helvan and Alebcain. The man nodded. The officer held up a device to confirm the mayor’s identity. “Come with me, you sub human.” “Monsieur? What would you want us to do with the citizens?” asked a Division Wolf officer, Jacques Loup. Smiling, the SD man, “Burn them.” “Qui monsieur Skollensson,” Major General Loup responded and saluted. The Mayor had a gag placed over his mouth as two SD soldiers guided him to the court house. In the meantime, the drab gray uniformed Alebcain mercenaries began throwing a series of grenades into the cellar as others gathered men and sent them to the trucks. Some citizens resisted only to be hit by assault rifle butts. The women and children were dragged into the church upon its clearing, many were being forced out of their broken into homes. Several armed citizens tried to put up a fight before being overwhelmed. Children were crying. Women cursing the soldiers. Men calling them traitors. “Vile traitors! God will damn ye!” stated the Priest. A sergeant slammed his rifle against the priest, laughing, “Pedophilia is a sin, father. God has damned you long ago. And us? Well we serve a mighty and just cause.” The sergeant turned to a subordinate. “Kill him.” “Qui, mon sergeant!” A rifle crack sounded and the priest dropped limp. By now, 230 women and 375 children were crammed into the cathedral. The men, some 129, were loaded unto trucks to be taken to the spot of the massacre from last night. The mayor remained outside of the cathedral, calmly. Skollensson turned to face the old man and punched him in the face before telling him, “Your country will be set ablaze. Nothing of your decadence will remain. Your bravery is admirable but it will cost your people life.” Skollensson turned to a squad of the Division Wolf, nodding. The men, cackled, as the locked the last of the doors before tossing incendiary grenades through the window. Montissier’s mouth dropped as children cried and women screamed. More of these grenades were thrown in. Several children and women began to jump out of windows before being cutting down by the death squads’ guns. The mayor knelt as a piano played in the distance, and Skollensson smiled before slipping out a knife and plunged the blade into the man’s belly. Skollensson's victim let out a blood curling scream. Skollensson didn’t flinch instead he ripped the blade upwards. In the woods due east, the men of Erasmusbrug were gunned down unceremoniously. Their bodies doused in a gasoline before being set ablaze. Throughout occupied Alebcay, similar actions were being committed by SD, SGD, Alebcain mercs, and other groups. Edited by Greater Helvany, Nov 27 2015, 05:14 PM.
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| Hardenburgh | Nov 29 2015, 06:21 PM Post #23 | |
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Leaflet dropped over occupied areas of Alebcay: SONS OF THE ALBECAIN NATION! YOUR GOVERNMENT SPEAKS TO YOU IN THIS HOUR OF NATIONAL AND INTERNATIONAL CRISIS: Once again your land has been invaded by a savage, Hunnic hoard. The Kraut arrives with the sole intent on ravaging and pillaging all that is good and pure: HE INTENDS TO DESTROY YOUR CITIES AND CATHEDRALS! HE INTENDS TO LOOT THIS NATION’S WEALTH AND ERADICATE ITS HERITAGE! HE INTENDS TO VIOLATE YOUR WIVES AND DAUGHTERS! HE INTENDS TO MURDER VUNERABLE AND DEFENCLESS CHILDREN AND ELDERS! HE DESIRES NOTHING LESS THAN THE FULFILMENT OF HIS HISTORIC, IMPERIALIST PROJECT: THE COMPLETE SUBORDINATION AND DECIMATION OF THE ALEBCAIN PEOPLE AND NATION! The setbacks experienced by our brave soldiers and their valiant Hardenburghian allies are the result of Helvan deceit and treachery! Whilst the Helvan government, like the GREAT DECEIVER HIMSELF, spoke in soothing overtones about eternal peace and stability in Western Valoria he massed a great and powerful force upon our frontier then struck when we least expected. THIS CRISIS IS ONLY TEMPORARY IN ITS NATURE! Our cause is RIGHTEOUS and God in ALL HIS MAGNIFICENCE AND GLORY is by our side! With the overwhelming glory, fury and might OF TWO GRAND MARITIME EMPIRES behind us, WE SHALL OVERCOME! Our people and nation, more united than ever more, will take the sword of damocles that hangs above the Helvan Beasts’ head AND DELIVER A DECISIVE BLOW THAT CASTS THE VILE FIEND INTO THE CHASM FROM WHENCE IT CAME! Fulfilment of this mission, ORDAINED BY THE ALMIGHTY, requires the absolute devotion and dedication of all HER HIGHNESS’, THE GRAND DUCHESS OF ALEBCAY loyal subjects. Therefore, your government orders you to RESIST ALL ENCROACHMENTS BY HELVANY. Just yesterday, in the Imperial Free City of Dinant over SIX HUNDRED citizens were massacred by the Helvan SD! IT IS NOW YOUR PATRIOTIC TO TAKE UP YOUR ARMS AND KILL, MAIN AND RESIST ALL HELVAN INVADERS! GOD WILLS IT! DEUS VULT! LONG LIVE THE GRAND DUCHY! Edited by Hardenburgh, Nov 29 2015, 06:31 PM.
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| Hardenburgh | Dec 16 2015, 08:30 PM Post #24 | |
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He gave them hailstones for rain; fire mingled with the hail ran along upon the ground. (Psalm cv: 3; Exodus 9: 23, 24) ________ And thus, the Battle for the Valorian lowlands entered a new, decisive stage as the Helvan Reich attempted to secure it’s volatile control over the territory. However, unlike the wars of old, it entered entirely new theatres of combat. In dimply lit command centres across Western Valoria and overseas, cyber warriors attempted to unleash destruction upon each other. The Helvan’s fired the first shot in this battle, and in doing so place a garrotte around their necks. In its greatest traditions, Hardenburgh’s defence was deceptively simple. As the Helvan’s celebrated apparently walking into Hardenburghian cyber space, they failed to realise that they had exposed themselves to a greater menace. The Hardenburghian ‘threshold’ was intact a mischievous feint. Immediately, the PoisonIvy virus spread and twisted throughout Helvan cyberspace, ensnaring the entire network and placing it in the Hardenburghian grasp. Immediately, teams of hackers across the United Commonwealth set to work, so as to cause confusion and crisis in Helvany. Military communications networks were flooded with dubious information and the airspace control system targeted for a complete shut down. Meanwhile, the Mysorian Army Cyber Warfare Division targeted the Helvan Rail Traffic System spreading chaos on that network so vital to Teuton’s continued warfare effort. The North Caranthian Army lay into Helvan power stations, forcing them to overload then in a bid to plunge much of the country into pitch darkness. Meanwhile, in South Cedaris, those in dark forgotten corners worked tirelessly to confuse and corrupt Helvan military communications issuing contradictory orders to units then collapsing the system altogether. The Coup de Grace was delivered by the Hardenburghian and Alebcain Armies, rather appropriately. Hackers in the Cyber Warfare Divisions managed to gain access to the Helvan Satellite network. After engaging in a little, characteristic mischief and manoeuvring them out of orbit, they shut them down. With their positions ascertained and passed on to the Royal Hardenburghian Air Force, a salvo of Arrow-3 Anti-Satelite missiles were launched from Esquibo in a final, decisive blow. ________ Somewhere in the middle of the Atlantis, HMS Hunt, S87 The calm stillness aboard HMS Hunt, as she patrolled the great expanses beneath the Atlantis, contrasted the furious battle raging across the plains of Valoria. The Operations Room was bathed in dim, red light. Those within rarely moved and spoke even less. The whirs, bleeps and buzzes of the Hunt’s electronic and communications equipment were the only audible sounds. Communications with Naval Command were transmitted via a teleprinter. The obsolescence of the bulky machine, located amidst the forward control panel, was underlined by the state of the art equipment which surrounded it. However, it was difficult for prying eyes to track teleprinter messages transmitted between command and its submarines, thus reducing the threat of an attack. The silence of the Operations Centre was shattered when the teleprinter burst into life, clattering and spluttering new orders from command into the print tray. A communications officer rose from his seat to retrieve the new instructions. After perusing them briefly, he nodded at the skipper. “We’ve got new orders Skip.” The captain; an ageing and grey-bearded man who wore a knitted white polo neck beneath the dark blue uniform of a Hardenburghian naval commander, nodded. “What are they?” “We’ve been given a series of coordinates to fire on” the officer responded. “Really? Where?” enquired the Captain. “Western Valoria, it’d seem” The captain nodded, then returned to his station whereupon he pressed two of the many glittering buttons. Immediately, a klaxon alarm sounded throughout the length of the vessel regularly interrupted by a pre-recorded voice: “battle stations, battle stations, all hands to battle stations!” Immediately, the submarine burst into frantic activity. In the galley, chefs stowed all equipment and put out any fires. Crew members who were off duty leapt from their bunks and ran to their pre-assigned positions, weaving through the thin corridors like worker ants. Meanwhile, fire fighting crews donned their bulky equipment and awaited further instruction. The captain waited calmly as his orders were swiftly implemented. “Not bad!” he remarked to his second in command who stood next to him, evidently impressed at the professionalism with which the crew conducted themselves. In the operations centre, Weapons Officers entered firing solutions into their consoles; working ceaselessly and quickly. The Chief Weapons Officer nodded at the captain after a while. “Coordinates acquired, we are standby to fire”. The Captain nodded, and quietly muttered “fire”. The command had been executed within seconds. Outside the hull the crew heard the sixteen missiles gushing and bubbling of air as the missiles were forced upwards, before bursting through the surface of the water. What the crew members of HMS Hunt were unaware of, was the fact that identical orders had been issued to sixty Hardenburghian submarines patrolling the Atlantis. The obscure and meaningless coordinates that they had been issued were in fact the locations of airfields, supply depots, command posts, communication centres and rail nodes across Northern Alebcay and the Helvan border region. Over nine hundred and sixty cruise missiles skimmed the turbulent surface of the Atlantis, locked onto their targets, ready to wreak havoc and destruction. 5km North of Erasmusbrug, 05:50am, As fire rained down from the heavens, ground operations continued apace. The Helvan’s had renewed their attack against Hardenburghian and Alebcain positions in a last-ditch attempt to sieze the initiative on the battlefield. Helvan artillery zeroed in on Hardenburghian positions and pounded those unfortunate enough to be exposed with anti-personal and high explosive shells, inflicting hundreds of casualties. Meanwhile, armoured vehicles were targeted with armour piercing shells. These strikes caused significant amounts of damage to the 12th Mechanised Infantry Division’s vehicles. However, engineer teams were on site to repair damaged vehicles quickly. Meanwhile, the 9th Armoured Divisions of the Hardenburghian Army moved forward with its 288 Challenger II tanks moved forward to compensate any losses. Aircraft of the Luftwaffe, headed by the black fox squadron pelted Hardenburghian and Alebcain forces within projectiles. Substantial damage was done to fixed military installations, as well as convoys carrying troops and supplies to the frontline. However, their attempts to repress mobile air defences were decidedly unsuccessful. Moreover, many of the air defences deployed by the Hardenburghian and Alebcain Armies were mobile meaning that the casualties which the Helvan air force attempted to inflict were limited. Coupled with the efforts of four Alebcain Spitfire squadrons and the Hardenburghian cyber attack, which created great disruption, losses began to mount thus mediating the impact of the airstrikes. Consequently, the damage was quickly limited. Medical units equipped with ambulance variants of the FV432 screeched in and quickly evacuated the wounded to field hospitals a safe distance behind the frontline. Meanwhile, fresh reinforcements from the Alebcain Army’s 8th Division were hurried to the front and prepared for imminent action. From bases across the Western Hemisphere, Hardenburgh’s Space Command worked tirelessly to mediate the impact of Helvan artillery strikes. Satellites concentrated their gaze over the battlefields of Western Valoria and singled out the repeated flashes of artillery barrels. Their coordinates were then handed to the Hardenburghian Air Force which launched airstrikes utilising Handley Page Valiant bombers, which launched Storm Shadow Cruise missiles from standoff range. The wild animal which was Helvan assault had been neutered, however there remained a potent threat advancing towards Hardenburghian lines in the form of the 2-SS Korps Forward areas, near the advance of 2-SS Korps Positions of the Erasmusbrug Militia The response formulated by Hardenburghian and Alebcain commanders was makeshift. It had to be on account of the ferocity of the Helvan assault, which placed the entire front under great pressure. Helvan air attacks resumed, targeting the Hardenburghian and Alebcain’s rear. However, these were entirely unsuccessful. The Luftwaffe’s latest attempt to assert air supremacy over Hardenburghian lines failed, their bombers burst into brilliant falls of flame them limply fell to their earth before exploding violently. Nevertheless, 2-SS Korp’s advance threatened the Hardenburghian and Alebcain forces with outright encirclement. With the Hardenburghian and Alebcain airforces engaged, stemming the Helvan aerial assault, it wasn’t possible to deploy the might of the allied airforces immediately. Thus, the valiant men of the Alebcain resistance were called upon to block the advance. The militia assigned to the defence of Erasmusbrug was one of the best equipped resistance units. Aware that the city represented a location of critical, strategic importance a division-sized unit had been created and supplied with weaponry intended to cause havoc for a Helvan attacking force. Ten Battalion’s, numbering five hundred personal each, had dispersed into the countryside. Here, they had access to extensive stockpiles of weaponry. After tooling themselves up with body armour, battle rifles, Stinger Missiles, RPG's and FGM-148 Javelin’s, they disappeared into the woodlands which surrounded Erasmusbrug the some on foot, others in the pickup trucks and land rovers that were the vehicles of choice for locals. The orders which had been transmitted to them were very simple. They were to harass Helvan units, inflict casualties thus slowing the advance and buying Hardo-Alebcain forces precious time to launch their counter assault. LeGuard and his fifty subordinates pressed on through the densely wooded thicket. Unsheathed from a scabbard slung across his back, he carried a large gleaming machete which he used to hack away at the branches and brambles. The Battalion to which his unit was subordinated had been tracking one of the pioneer units spearheading the Helvan advance. Similar strikes were to be carried out across the front, ultimately drawing the Helvan’s into a battle of annihilation in which the Hardenburghian’s and Alebcain’s would have the advantage. LeGuard had joined the militia after his years in the army and then the reserves came to an end. A patriot, he wished to serve and defend the country he loved. Experienced soldiers such as him, retired from the ranks of the regular Army, were prized by Operation Longreach. They knew the land of their country well and could fight! Despite his age, LeGuard was in exceptional shape. Dark-haired and powerfully built, a severe expression seemed to permanently occupy his lined face giving him an aura of leadership and superiority which awed the younger and more enthusiastic recruits beneath his command. They admired and feared him at the same time. Upon reaching the fringes of the woodland, LeGuard ordered his men to stop. They dug into the undergrowth and waited. A midsummer sun rose into the air, burning away dawn’s misty haze. Another balmy day beckoned. Normally, Alebcain's would be in the height of their midsummer holiday, journeying across the country and stopping in the idyllic pastures for long, lazy lunches. But not now! LeGuard ventured out of the foliage then threw himself flat on the ground. He retrieved a set of binoculars from a pouch at his side and surveyed the distant landscape at length. The flat plains and clear blue skies meant that he could see for miles. After scanning the vast expanses for a while, LeGuard returned into the forest satisfied. He nodded at his deputy Artois “We’ve intercepted them! There's an entire regiment up ahead!” Artois whistled. “Wow! We might want to call in some support from the big boys” “My thoughts exactly!” retorted Le Guard who then gestured the young infantryman, no older than seventeen, who carried the bulky receiver strapped to his back. He knelt down so that LeGuard could take the receiver. “This is Red Dart to Com! We’ve got lots of the fuckers! Could do with firebirds! Over.” They waited awhile and promptly the radio crackled into life. “Red Dart, this is com. Your request is received. Airstrike coming into your position. ETA four minutes”. LeGuard smiled menacingly. “Lets give the fuckwits a taste of Alebcain airpower, eh? lads?” They waited. Time couldn’t pass quickly enough. Every second brought the Helvan regiment closer. Then, all of a sudden a high pitched scream filled the sky. Three flights of Alebcain Hawker Hurricanes, some of the last in service with the airforce, shot overhead flying very low. Promptly, the surrounds were rocked by two massive explosions which shook the trees causing birds and wildlife to scuttle, squawking loudly. Two angry orange clouds rose over the tree line, indicating that the RAAF had dispensed it’s very worst- napalm. The poor Helvan soldiers exposed to the lethal chemical would wish they had never been born. LeGuard started. “Right lads, lets press home the attack.” Then men got up from their cover and began to move quickly. Overhead, the throb of four RAH-66 Coanche providing close air support was audible. The men moved quickly, crashing through the undergrowth until they levelled with the Helvan unit. A pitiful sight met their eyes. Helvan air defences had managed to bring down two of the fighter jets. Their burnt-out remains littered the surrounds, mixing with the dead bodies and managed machinery that the strike had incapacitated. Stoically the Helvan’s continued their advance, thoroughly unaware that they had been flanked by the militia. The attack began as the attack helicopters unleashed a hail of AGM-114 anti-aircraft missiles at the Helvan aircraft, then turned their XM301 Cannon’s upon the Helvan forces, traversing the battlefield using the thatch weave formation to ensure that the unfortunate unit below was riddled with machine gun fire. 9 LeGuard ordered his men forward. A barrage of mortar shells kept the embattled Helvan forces pinned down whilst insurgents armed with RPG’s and Javelin’s pitted hellfire upon the tanks. A number of which crumpled into mangled balls of flame. In a brave charge, LeGuard pressed the attack. Six infantry Platoons, advanced. Weighted down by his combat garb and M-16 rifle, Montisier ducked behind the cover provided by trees and fired upon the Helvan positions. Despite substantial casualties, the Erasmusbrug militia had been able to hold the Helvan assault. Relentless airstrikes, launched by the Hardenburghian and Alebcain Air Force’s brought the advance to a standstill. This brought the Alebcain Army critical time to launch it’s attack. The VII Corps of the Hardenburghian Army in Valoria, as well as the 9th Army Group of the Alebcain Army were able to push over the river and engage the Helvan Army, allowing the initiative to pass back to the allied forces. With the Erasmusbrug militia interfering with the advance along the two columns. VII Corps and the 9th Army Group attempted to flank the Helvan force, ensnaring it in its deadly embrace. Coinciding with this bold move, resistance fighters redoubled their efforts behind lines- harassing convoys moving to the front, attacking airfields, communications units and so on to stymie Helvany’s already compromised response. Edited by Hardenburgh, Dec 16 2015, 08:30 PM.
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| Greater Helvany | Dec 18 2015, 10:17 AM Post #25 | |
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”Victory is in our nation’s will to survive.” -Adolf Hadler’s book, My Victory Hardenburgh’s cybercampaign wreaked destruction upon the Reich’s infrastructure, communications faltered, traffic jams ensued, before the civilian infrastructure collapsed, power plants failed for the cities. Plunging much of Helvany proper in darkness and riots began to start in cities of Stier, Wolfhaar, Port Aurick. With the government cut off from the Reich outside of the capital city of Helvania, including Tyrsway, Svenden, Lapland, and Skellige, all of whom had also plunged into darkness and chaos. Battle for Erasmusbrug Pocket With the Luftwaffe no longer the power in skies over Alebcay, much of the Heer withdrew from the battlefields leaving the Waffen-SS to do what they were trained and indoctrinated to do: Fight to the death. The Waffen-SS relished in battle, and in defeat they’d fight to their very last bullet which they turn to themselves. Some would die with grenades as enemy soldiers would try to capture them. This action would earn them no chance to surrender, but they were willing to sacrifice themselves for the Reich and for their Heer comrades escaping. Meanwhile, 5 km North of Erasmusbrug, the 12 SS-Panzergrenadieres Regiment was completely annihilated, the SS men knowing defeat had killed themselves. There was no alternative. Fearing further losses, Field Marshal Eugen Rommel sent an urgent radio message to Franzky and the Grand Council to ask the United Commonwealth and the Ceroulian Empire for peace. The Grand Council agreed. Reich's Ministry of Foreign Affairs of Greater Helvany Official Communiqué Addressed to the: Governments of the United Commonwealth, the Ceroulian Empire, and the Grand-Duchy of Alebcay From: Governments of the Helvanic Reich (specifically), Vettarian Federation and the Ostrian Federal State || SUBJECT: Peace || ENCRYPTION high To Whom It May Concern, The Axis hereby requests a cease fire for peace terms. For the six days of war, much blood has been shed on both sides. Needless bloodshed of Alebcain, Ceroulian, Hallevelian, Hardenburghian, Commonwealther, Holsteiner, Vettarian, Ostrian and Helvanic. We are willing to a ceasefire to discuss terms. Signed, x__KARL CLEMENS FRANZKY__x Karl Clemens Franzky, Leader of the Helvanic Reich x__ANDERS NYGAARD__x Anders Nygaard, Reichskanzler of the Helvanics[/small] x__FLORIAN RIBBENTROPP__x Florian [von] Ribbentropp, Reich’s Minister of Foreign Affairs[/b][/b][/small] Edited by Greater Helvany, Dec 18 2015, 10:47 AM.
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| Hardenburgh | Jan 5 2016, 08:36 AM Post #26 | |
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]Government House, 51 - 121 Ramillies Street H4 , 7NQ Asguard , The United Kingdom of Hardenburgh and Hibernia ![]() Official Communiqué of The United Kingdom of Hardenburgh and Hibernia | TO: The Government of Greater Helvany | FROM: Her Majesty's Foreign Secretariat| REGARDING: Ceasefire | IMPORTANCE:HIGH | Encrypted: YES | The revered declaration of the Her Most Excellent Majesty's Government, The House of Commons, The Lords Temporal and Spiritual To Whom It May Concern: Her Majesty’s Government in the United Kingdom welcomes the peaceful overtures of the Helvanic government. It is Her Majesty’s Government’s conviction that peace, stability, prosperity and security offer the best future for all the peoples of Valoria. It is vital therefore that the Ceroulian, Helvanic and Hardenburghian governments enter negotiations aimed at returning peace to the West. So as to ensure that these discussions are fruitful, Her Majesty’s Government believes it is imperative that the grave, prevailing situation in Western Valoria is resolved immediately. To this end, Her Majesty’s Government proposes that:
Following the successful implementation of these terms, Her Majesty’s Government proposes that representatives from the Helvanic Reich and Allied Powers meet in Borjes to discuss a settlement to the current conflict. However, it is the opinion of Her Majesty’s Government that these measures will not go far enough. It is the sincerest hope of Her Majesty’s Government that these discussions can be used to establish the framework of an inter-regional organisation tasked with fostering friendship, peace and cooperation between Western Valorian nations. I have the honour to be, with high consideration, Sir, Your obedient servant, Edward Fredrick Lindley Irwin, 15th Earl of Westmoorland Permanent undersecretary to the Minister for Foreign and Commonwealth affairs, Head of the Foreign Office Secretariat Telephone :077 5267 3115 Fax:01223 336996 Email:Govt@Hardenburgh.gdh Edited by Hardenburgh, Jan 5 2016, 10:05 AM.
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| Ceroulia | Jan 5 2016, 10:30 AM Post #27 | |
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| Greater Helvany | Jan 7 2016, 02:55 PM Post #28 | |
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Official Communiqué from the Greater Helvanic Reich ![]() | TO: the Respective Belligerent Governments of the West | FROM: The Reich Ministry of Foreign Affairs | REGARDING: Ceasefire | IMPORTANCE:HIGH | Encrypted: YES | To Whomever it Concerns, As of a few hours ago, the Reich was devastated by the Death of its Twelfth Fuhrer and Reich President, Hugo Clemens Franzky. In accordance with the Reich Constitution, Article 3 Paragraph 1 in regards to Leadership, present Reich Chancellor Anders Nygaard has assumed the Presidency. As his first legal act as Reich President and Fuhrer of the Greater Helvanic Reich, he has tasked me with notifying the Governments of the Borjes Agreement that he will not recognize the Ceroulian invasion and annexation of Holstein. Holstein is the economic and diplomatic median between the Reich and her Axis allies with the Borjes Agreement. An Independent, neutral Holstein is a better alternative for Valorian peace. However if Ceroulia wishes to control the now shithole, fine by us. We will let them. His Imperial Majesty's actions have been contemptible in the past two years. We will not trust any negotiations in Borjes. Instead we actively seek the negotiations in Laaghland. In regards to Alebcay and Hallevel, the Supreme Command of the Armed Forces (Oberkommando der Wehrmacht; OKW) has given the go ahead to downsize Helvanic forces in those respective countries. Helvanic forces have been withdrawn from Holstein, and we have received word that our Ostrian allies have done the same for Holstein. Vettaria's light and mountain infantry are returning within their borders. Holsteiner and Auvernian resistance, that's your problem not ours. Sincerely, Florian Ribbentropp, Reich Minister of the Foreign Affairs Office Edited by Greater Helvany, Jan 7 2016, 11:53 PM.
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| Ceroulia | Jan 8 2016, 05:27 AM Post #29 | |
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| Greater Helvany | Jan 8 2016, 09:50 AM Post #30 | |
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Official Communiqué from the Greater Helvanic Reich ![]() | TO: the Western Governments | FROM: Office of the Reich Presidential Chancellery | REGARDING: Ceasefire | IMPORTANCE:HIGH | Encrypted: YES | To Whomever it Concerns, We apologize for our disgraceful words and actions, and hereby offer our most sincerest apologies to His Imperial Majesty. We will look into sending a delegation to Borjes to discuss with Alebcain, Ceroulian and Hardenburghian officials on the terms of the ceasefire. We will also begin defunding Holsteiner independence movements and Auvernian irrendists. Sincerely, Anders Nygaard, Thirteenth Reich President and Fuhrer of the Greater Helvanic Reich |
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