Chapitre 150: Evacuation Part (II/II)
Time: 2 Hours into the War
Location: 3rd Defensive line of the Andes external HQ
POV: 18th Panzer Division Commander
''ETA 5 minutes men!'' I announced as I looked at the pocket watch that was given to me by my father who served the organisation since its founding. 'My father served in the battle of Geneva together with Mackensen, sacrificing his life to protect the General, I will do my duty!' I clenched my pocket watch as I looked at the map thinking of the past course of action.
We soon reached the battlefield, artillery was already pounding the enemies from afar, ''Contact 12 O'clock!'' One of the Tank commanders shouted. ''Disperse!'' I ordered. We split up into groups of 3 tanks each going to different parts of the front.
We soon saw the trenches where thousands of Soldiers were trying to fight off the charging creatures, ''FOR THE MARSHALL!'' Men shouted as they charged the enemy when their ammunition ran out already. ''We need air support!'' one of the frontline commanders shouted in frustration. Helicopters came raining down from above but were quickly shot down by weird objects like arrows and fireballs.
''Enemy contact 10 O'clock!'' My gunner shouted as I quickly got out of my daze.
''Load HEAT!'' I ordered which the gunner quickly followed, the autoloading mechanism quickly loaded the shell, ''FIRE!''
The tank shook as the shell was shot out of the barrel, quickly the sound boomed as a large plume of smoke was shot to the sides through the muzzle. Travelling at high speeds the shell impacted the enemy spider-like creature causing it to lose one of its legs. This, however, didn't stop the creature as it looked in our direction while screeching. It lobbed a weird green goo straight towards us, ''BRACE!'', the goo hit the upper plate of the tank quickly melting through multiple layers of armour before finally stopping 2 layers from the driver. ''Shell Loaded!'' The Gunner's shout took me back to reality, ''FIRE!'' I knew this enemy contraption needs to be destroyed quickly, else we will be the ones dying today.
The Shell flew towards the enemy at 1200 m/s impacting the central point of the enemy vehicle blowing it up spreading the goo everywhere. Soon many people were screaming in pain as the goo melted right through their clothing and body. ''This contraption is too evil, write a report of the effects when destroying an enemy Spider vehicle'' I ordered the Radioman.
''SHING!''
I covered my ears as a ringing noises bounced inside the tank, ''Sir we ricochet an enemy arrow!'' The Gunner shouted while pointing at the armour bulging inwards, lucky no spall occurred. ''Contact Hauptmann Zimmer, and tell him that we need close air support!'' I ordered the radioman as I saw a swarm of those spider things crawl their way to the trenches in the thousands, ''Target the Ballista 9 O'Clock!'', I looked at my fellow Brothers In Arms, 'I'm sorry Viktor, Franz and Isaac, it seems I can't keep my promise to get you all back alive.' As I finished my thought and the gun fired 10 blobs of goo hit the tank in multiple places. ''I'm sorry'', I pulled out my revolver shooting each one of them through the head but before I could kill myself the goo already touched multiple parts of my body causing a pain I have never experienced before. Before I lost consciousness I muttered one last sentence which will haunt the enemy for years to come, ''All... Hail... The Marsha...l''
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Time: 2.5 Hours into the War
Location: B-52 Bomber closing in on the 3rd defensive line
POV: Pilot Ludwig
''Everyone! We will begin carpet bombing in 1 minute, remember one must not let the enemy reach the bunker complex before all civilians have been evacuated! For the glory of the Earth and the Glory of the Marshall!''
We all sat in silence as the counter ticked onwards, sweat rolled down my forehead as it neared 30 seconds remaining, ''Bombay doors are open!'' I shouted which prompted the engineer to check all computer equipment which will guide the bombs. 3... 2... 1...
''BOMBS AWAY!'' I shouted over the radio.
We all sat in silence until a report came in, ''ENEMIES INBOUND SIR!'' my engineer shouted. I took a deep breath and let go of the joystick, ''Men, prepare to jump!'', They all ran towards the door grabbing their parachutes except me. I just sat there looking at the picture of my younger brother. Tears rolled down my face as I knew, I knew I was responsible for his death, he was on the very defensive line he bombed.
Soon thousands upon thousands of kilograms of bombs were thrown towards the ground, I closed my eyes not wanting to imagine the carnage and my brother's face below, even though the bombs were thrown at the enemy's side it was to close to the trenches to not bring any harm to our own. While soldiers were shouting in delight as they heard their friendly bombers over them. But the officer's faces were solemn, ''Gentlemen, it was an honour fighting with you all...'' Frontline Commander Nicknamed Tsunami said as he put out his cigarette.
Everyone jumped out the plane, yet I stayed, grabbing the joystick I yanked at to turn it around, ''Alpha 201 you are moving off the planned trajectory'' Air Traffic control said. The previous Flightplan allowed their people to parachute in friendly territory, planes can be built, but pilots need to be trained from scratch! I took off my headset tears rolling down my face, ''WHY! WHY GOD! WHY DO YOU PUNISH US IN SUCH WAYS! MY YOUNGER BROTHER WAS INNOCENT! HE WANTED TO BE A CHEF, INSTEAD, HE WAS FORCED INTO THE MILITARY!'' I shouted. My eyes were bloodshot, pushing the joystick downwards, aiming to crash into the forces further away from the now bombed trenches.
''Pull up... Pull up... Pull up'' The altitude meter slowly but steadily went down to 5 meters, I closed my eyes as the last 5 meters the plane touched down with maximum speed. One of the people who parachuted saw this and exclaimed. The Massive plane crashed into one enemy after the other tearing their bodies apart. The Cockpit made of reinforced ceramic and titanium survived large portions of the crash but even then Pilot Ludwig died from the impact.
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État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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