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章 79: A destabilized front

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"Who the hell was it this time? The damn Khans or that gang of drugged-up raiders?" I growled, slamming the report down hard on the table. Another convoy loaded with ammunition had exploded just after crossing into the Mojave, and my patience was hanging by a thread.

"We… we don't know yet, General. This just happened. The investigation to determine the cause of the explosion hasn't even begun," stammered the corporal, visibly nervous. He knew no one wanted to be the bearer of bad news, but at this point, I expected efficiency, not excuses.

"Bring me the full report, or you're useless to me, you idiot! Do you think I can do anything with this half-baked nonsense? Get out of my sight before I send you to scrub latrines in the worst damn corner of the Mojave!" I roared, my voice echoing through the tent. The corporal turned pale and spun on his heel, nearly tripping in his haste to leave.

I was left alone, breathing heavily, my mind a chaotic storm.

Damn it… What the hell is going on? First, it's the disappearing convoys, then the missing recruits, the irregularities in the damned inventories… and now our trucks are exploding, and no one has an explanation. This reeks of sabotage, but no one can give me answers.

I slammed my fist down on the table, furious. If we had all the ammunition we needed, we'd have taken back that damn Hoover Dam by now. The Legion… those savages. They have no problem sacrificing hundreds of recruits just to buy time. They aren't soldiers; they're cannon fodder. And as long as our ammunition keeps running short, we won't be able to mount a sustained offensive to break through their defenses.

I moved to the map spread out across the table. The Mojave, filled with lines, marks, and notes, nothing but problems. Boulder City, Camp McCarran, the Strip… and that damn Hoover Dam. If this keeps up, we won't just lose the dam but control of the entire damn desert. And the Shady Sands press will be demanding my head when that happens.

I clenched my teeth, feeling the weight of responsibility. I need answers, and I need them now. I can't sit here waiting for convoys to keep disappearing.

I grabbed the phone on my desk, feeling the weight of every second we were losing, and dialed Colonel Cassandra's number. Her unit was the most reliable asset I had right now. If anyone could shed light on this sabotage, it was her.

"Colonel, you have a new mission. Investigate immediately the sabotage affecting our direct line with Shady Sands. If this continues, we'll never be able to launch an offensive to expel those entrenched Legionaries guarding Hoover Dam," I said, my tone leaving no room for doubt.

"Understood, General. At your orders. I should inform you that one of our Rangers has fallen in action. Apparently, a Legion sniper shot him in the head," Colonel Cassandra replied, firm, though with a touch of solemnity. She knew that every casualty was a tragedy, a reminder of what was at stake.

I pressed my lips together, feeling a mix of anger and resignation. Another martyr in this endless war against barbarity.

"Another martyr in the fight for freedom," I murmured grimly. "Have his body sent to his widow or family immediately. Ensure they receive every compensation they're due."

I hung up without waiting for a response. There was no time for sentimentality, not while the Legion kept gaining ground, killing our best men without mercy. But every life lost in this conflict was a reminder of how fragile our position had become in the Mojave. If something didn't change soon, history would remember me as the general who failed to stop the Legion.

I looked at the map again, seeing all the routes, the strategic points that seemed vulnerable. Where did we go wrong? We couldn't protect everything, but if the Legion kept striking our supply lines, we'd be finished. This wasn't just about men and ammunition; it was a battle for morale. Every destroyed convoy, every dead Ranger, was a blow to our ability to keep the front united.

I took a deep breath. We needed a decisive blow. Something to remind these bastards who's in charge here.

Just then, one of my subordinates entered my office, his face signaling more bad news.

"General… uh… we just received a distress call from Camp Searchlight. The Legion attacked, but we've lost all contact. We have no communication with the forces stationed in that area," the soldier said.

"What did you say?" My tone was sharp as a knife as I turned toward the soldier. "Searchlight? The Legion attacked, and we've lost contact?"

The soldier, pale-faced and voice trembling, barely managed to hold my gaze. "Y-yes, General. We got a distress call a few minutes ago, but then… nothing. All communication was cut. We haven't received any further reports from the camp."

"How in the hell did the Legion cross the Colorado?" I roared, slamming my fist on the table. "We're supposed to have a damn sniper nest watching the area around the clock! If those fools fell asleep at their posts, I'll make them wish they'd never been born. Send a group of Rangers to investigate what happened out there, immediately!"

The soldier stared at me, pale and nervous. He knew there was no room for mistakes at a time like this.

"And I want to hear the message they sent from the camp. I want to know exactly what happened before we lost contact," I added, each word loaded with frustration.

While I waited for the recording, I got up and looked over the map again. If the Legion has found a way to cross the river undetected, it means our perimeter is failing in more than one place. And if that's true, the enemy could already be advancing through territories we thought were secure.

The soldier quickly returned with a recording device. "Here it is, General," he said, his voice barely steady.

I listened to the recording attentively, my jaw clenching tighter with each word.

"Camp Searchlight to Camp McCarran, do you copy? We have three vertibirds in the area. Is there any operation we're unaware of?"

A few seconds of static, then explosions and gunfire erupted in the background, cutting into the transmission.

"Camp McCarran, this is Camp Searchlight. The vertibirds are hostile… they're Legion… Legionaries in power armor…! Oh God… we need reinforce—"

And the message cut off abruptly.

I was so stunned I found myself replaying the recording several times, trying to process what I had just heard. Each explosion, each gunshot, each word felt more surreal as I replayed it over and over.

"Is this the same Legion we've been fighting?" I murmured, disbelief in my voice, my eyes fixed on the device. Legionaries in power armor, vertibirds… This made no sense. For years, we'd faced Caesar's Legion with brutal but primitive tactics. How in hell had they gotten that kind of technology?

Reality hit me like a slap in the face. The Legion was no longer just a group of fanatics in rusty metal armor and swords. They were evolving, adapting. And worse yet, they were using technology we'd never seen in their hands before. Vertibirds and power armor… That's not something a bunch of Arizona tribals could acquire on their own.

I listened to the recording one last time, focusing on every detail. The sound of the vertibirds, the explosions, the panic in the Searchlight officer's voice. This isn't a makeshift raid; it's a planned operation, and we weren't ready.

My thoughts raced in every direction. If the Legion has found a way to obtain that kind of technology, then our assumptions about them are dead wrong. Someone is behind this, someone supplying them with resources. If this keeps up, the Legion could become as advanced as the NCR, or worse, they might surpass us in technology.

I rose slowly, still processing the gravity of the situation. "We're facing something entirely new... and we're damned blind to what's coming at us."

I took a deep breath, trying to calm the growing sense of urgency. If we didn't act fast, we could lose everything—the dam, the Mojave, the damn war.

I dispatched multiple Ranger squads to the Searchlight area, and the reports they brought back stunned everyone at headquarters. Up until that moment, we believed Caesar's Legion was licking their wounds after the beating we handed them at Boulder City. We thought we had some breathing room to reorganize, to plan the definitive offensive. But now we were facing a much darker reality. Thousands of Legionaries in power armor, equipped with sniper rifles, had taken fortified positions in Camp Searchlight, ready to confront anything we threw at them.

We lost several Rangers who were too confident in their understanding of Legion tactics. They perched on the hills as they'd done so many times before, observing and planning their next move, expecting nothing more than warriors with swords and spears. Instead, they found death, cut down by Legion snipers now lurking in the shadows. This wasn't the Legion we knew.

In the short time the Legion had occupied the area, they had fortified Searchlight to a point where we couldn't retake the camp without suffering significant losses. This wasn't a simple skirmish; they'd entrenched themselves, and worst of all, they were well-equipped. Men in power armor were guarding the area. Any attempt to retake that position would cost us dearly, more than we could afford without a political scandal.

As we sat in the briefing room, every high-ranking NCR officer in the Mojave had the same grim expression. We'd seen the images from the embedded reporter, and what they showed was a devastating massacre at Camp Searchlight. Caesar's Legion had executed a calculated attack, smashing through our defenses before we could even react, and the worst part was that someone had manipulated information to lure us into an ambush.

The recording from Emma, the reporter, kept playing on the screen in front of us.

"Good morning, Shady Sands. This is Emma, bringing you trusted information. Anonymous NCR sources inform us that General Oliver will soon launch an assault on the Legion in an attempt to shift the front from the fortified Hoover Dam. As you can see behind me..."

The video showed, at that precise moment, the bombing of the camp's communications area, an attack so precise it immediately wiped out any chance of calling for reinforcements. We'd counted on snipers near the Colorado River to watch for any crossing, but they, like the rest of the camp, had been mercilessly eliminated. The models of power armor the Legionaries wore were unfamiliar to us, and seeing them in action was terrifying. They were units equipped with flamethrowers and grenade launchers, a devastating combination that razed the camp.

"Those suits… we've never seen power armor like that. Where the hell did they get them?" murmured one of the officers as we continued the video. The Legionaries seemed invincible, relentless, as if Caesar himself had deployed a special force kept hidden until now.

But there was something even more disturbing: the false information the reporter had broadcast. Emma, trusting her source, spoke of an offensive we'd never actually planned. Someone fed her that false intel and ensured it was broadcast publicly.

"Now those images are circulating all over the Republic," I muttered, feeling the anger rising within me. "Not only have they beaten us, they've humiliated us in front of our own people."

One of the officers nodded, his expression dark. "If the Legion has this level of intelligence on us, they could be planning even bigger moves. If Caesar is willing to cross the Colorado and attack this way, our defenses in the Mojave are at much greater risk than we anticipated."

Before we could react to what we'd seen in the recording, a Ranger burst into the room, his face twisted with worry.

"General, the Legion is launching raids across the region. We're getting calls for assistance from every camp in the southern area," he reported, almost out of breath.

Damn it. The Legion hadn't just taken Searchlight; they were now attacking our positions everywhere, seeking to weaken us and spread us thin. This was a full-blown offensive, and they knew exactly how to hit us where it hurt the most.

"Dammit…" I muttered, frustration simmering in my tone. "Send reinforcements to all camps! We can't afford to lose more ground to the Legion, or we'll be forced into a retreat. And I don't want anyone heading out half-prepared. Take heavy troops; if the Legion wants to test our line, we'll show them what it's made of."

The officers began moving immediately, some rushing to the radios, others leaving the room to coordinate with their units. Organized chaos took over the room as orders cascaded out. We all knew this was no longer a mere skirmish but a direct attempt by the Legion to seize control of the Mojave.

As the room emptied, I stood staring at the operations map, weighing the consequences of every decision. The Legion was outmaneuvering us in strategy and preparation. They knew how to exploit our lack of foresight, and that was something the president would never forgive. I had underestimated these savages, and now I had to devise a plan to stop what seemed like the beginning of an absolute disaster.

How the hell would I explain this to the president? Not only had we lost a critical camp, but we'd lost control over the entire southern region of the Mojave, and the Legion was advancing like an unstoppable plague. I would have to report that the war in the Mojave was no longer a simple containment but a desperate fight for every inch of land. I'd have to explain that we now faced a technologically armed, strategically ruthless Legion—something we'd never anticipated.

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章 80: The last hope for democracy

Pov of Aaron kimball

The television broadcasted its storm of bad news, each word biting deeper than the last.

"Terrible news strikes the Republic: Caesar's Legion has shattered our southern lines. Reports indicate thousands dead or missing in action following the devastating assault on Camp Searchlight..."

"Kimball's war, as everyone knows it, has once again claimed the lives of our sons. Camp Searchlight has become the grave of thousands of young Republic soldiers, sent to fight for the interests of those who line the president's pockets. How many more must fall in this crusade for Hoover Dam?"

They call it Kimball's war, as if it were a bloody spectacle I orchestrated. The screen shifts, showing reporters with somber faces.

I clenched my fists, feeling the tension in my jaw.

"The Legion's attacks are spreading like a plague across the southern Mojave region. Experts claim the losses at Camp Searchlight are only the beginning of a mounting pile of bodies that just keeps growing..."

The broadcast shows images of wounded soldiers, destroyed convoys, faces covered in dust and fear. The cries of devastated families fill the screen.

"Numerous attacks hit our troops, who are led aimlessly. What is General Lee Oliver thinking? Thousands of young lives lost in senseless offensives..."

And then, the final blow, images of an imposing man in armor at the front of the battle.

"Breaking news... brave reporters have managed to bypass the media blockade and have captured, for the first time, the Legion general who led the attack. As you can see, the Legion leader personally oversaw the assault on the city of Nelson. Predictions indicate another defeat for our troops, another that the government will try to hide from the public eye."

The image fades, and the next report shows a sea of people gathered outside the Senate.

"Outside, thousands demand an end to the conscription. The new reports from the front, with horrific casualties, have led the people to call for an immediate end to President Kimball's war."

I grabbed the remote furiously and hurled it at the wall.

"Damn it... damn it... damn it!" Everything is falling apart. The journalists circle the Senate like hyenas, senators whisper behind my back, calling for my resignation, and people in the streets cry for an end to the draft and the weight of taxes. I've given Oliver everything he's asked for, everything! And in return, he's only brought defeats. That miserable...

"All to try to make Chief Hanlon look bad, with that desperate 'Hail Mary' at Boulder Town, just because Hanlon took the glory. And what did Oliver do? Sent the Rangers to Baja chasing ghosts while the Legion secured the dam and the scarce water... and now this. How did no one know anything?!" I shouted, my voice echoing in the solitude of the office.

"Three damn years... just three damn years, and those Legion fanatics went from wielding machetes to wearing power armor... and now they even have damn Vertibirds. God only knows how they got them. We barely managed to keep a few when we took Navarro and expelled the Enclave," I muttered through gritted teeth, feeling rage boiling in my chest.

The sound of the phone on my desk interrupted my thoughts. I picked up the receiver immediately, and hearing the voice on the other end, the fury returned with greater intensity.

"President," said Oliver, as if nothing had happened.

"Finally, you have the decency to contact me, Oliver," I spat. "Tell me, why the hell did I have to find out from the press what's happening on the front? Huh? Damn fool. Do you have any idea the position you've left me in? Senators are circling, demanding my resignation. They're ready to dismantle every effort for the Republic's expansion, all because you couldn't defeat the Legion at Hoover."

My voice rose, barely containing my frustration. "They struck us at the dam, and in the meantime, you allowed those savages to retreat, regroup... and come back stronger than ever. And now? Now we have no resources from the dam, our troops' morale is shattered, and we're facing a Legion that's nothing like the rabble we fought three years ago. Do you understand the disaster you've created?"

"I know, Mr. President..." Oliver replied, his voice heavy and tired. "The Legion seems unstoppable in the Mojave. They're using tanks, armored personnel carriers, Vertibirds... even power armor. They've changed their strategy completely, and we're facing a force entirely different from the one we knew. In the last hours, the Legion hasn't stopped pressing us. I haven't slept for days, but we barely manage to contain their advance."

I listened to his report with a mix of disbelief and simmering fury. The Republic was paying the price for his incompetence.

"We've lost Nelson, Mr. President, and Camp Forlorn Hope is under attack as we speak. It seems that the town of Novac will fall within hours, and we've already seen Legion patrols close to Nipton... We may lose control of the entire south in the coming days."

I listened to each of Oliver's words, feeling my fury building up inside me like a ball of fire. The Republic was paying the price for its incompetence, its arrogance, and its lack of vision—all for underestimating those barbarians, for thinking they were the same machete-wielding rabble from three years ago.

"Our casualties continue to mount and are immense, Mr. President. The Legion fights with a coordination our conscripts can't match. For every one of their men we manage to bring down, we lose ten of ours. And our lack of heavy equipment is... obvious." Oliver swallowed, and I could imagine the pallor on his face as he admitted it. "We can't stop those damn Vertibirds that cross our lines and carry out missions behind our positions, further weakening our morale and defenses. We have no way to counter them."

There was a long silence. The line was tense, heavy, until Oliver finally broke it, his voice now carrying a tone I'd rarely heard from him.

"We are facing total war, Mr. President. The Legion is coming for everything. They aren't just after the dam or the Mojave… they want to crush the Republic. I believe we need to focus all our forces on this front, halt all other campaigns, and fight the Legion with… everything we have. It's our only option."

I listened, gritting my teeth, feeling his request swirl through my mind, filling every corner with doubt and fury.

"We need to bring back the troops from every front of the Republic, Mr. President. We must mobilize every piece of equipment at our disposal, including the gear recovered from Navarro and the Enclave. Without it, we are bound to be overrun. Now, while we can still hold part of the line, is the time to use the emergency powers granted by the Constitution. If we don't… the Mojave will become a slaughterhouse for our boys."

The urgency in his voice was as clear as the fear behind his words. I knew what he was proposing was monumental, almost unthinkable. But he was right: the Legion had crossed the line, and the war was on the brink of catastrophe.

"Prepare a speech for the Senate, Oliver," I sighed heavily. "Try to hold the line until I've given it. Then, I'll handle mobilizing every non-essential troop to the Mojave," I replied, hanging up the call.

I spent a couple of hours preparing a quick speech, aiming to unite the people against the Legion while also targeting the senators who supported peace with the Legion or my resignation.

I signed the use of emergency powers and called an emergency Senate meeting. I presented myself, dodging the hundreds of reporters trying to get a word and the blinding flash of photographers' cameras.

I stepped onto the podium, feeling the weight of responsibility in each step. The Senate chamber was silent; the senators' faces and those of the citizens present watched me with a mix of expectation and resentment. Outside, the crowd swelled, thousands of voices clamoring, their cries reaching the Capitol walls as a distant murmur. I took a deep breath, letting the gravity of the moment fill the room before beginning.

"Senators, citizens of the Republic, we are here today at a critical moment. Caesar's Legion is advancing with a purpose we cannot ignore, a goal that threatens to destroy everything we've built. Some of you have questioned our actions, some have questioned this war, and some have even questioned my leadership. I stand here today to clarify, to be transparent, and to ask you to believe in the purpose that unites us.

"Since I took on this responsibility, I have made tough decisions, each with a single goal: to defend and expand the New California Republic. We have worked and fought to build a home where our children can live freely, a place where justice and freedom are the foundations of our future. But that dream is now in danger, and those who underestimate the Legion's threat do not understand the cost of such ignorance.

"This is not the same Legion we saw years ago. They have evolved. They are no longer just fanatics with machetes; they're equipped with tanks, Vertibirds, and power armor. We face an enemy with resources and ruthless cruelty, an enemy that operates with a precision our soldiers have never faced. Camp Searchlight, Nelson, Novac… every battle site has reminded us of their brutality and their capacity to adapt and grow stronger. They are not here to negotiate; they are here to subjugate us. Against that threat, our only option is to resist.

"Some have questioned my use of the emergency powers granted by the Constitution, and I want you to know that I did not take that decision lightly. I invoke them now because circumstances demand it. We must focus all our strength on a single front. This war will not be won with hesitation or doubt but with determination and unity. The Legion has regrouped and rearmed, and to counter them, we need every resource, every soldier, every weapon the Republic can muster.

"Yes, this is a monumental effort, but this is not just a war. It is a crusade against tyranny itself. This is the Republic's war, the war of all who have sworn to protect our land and our people. This is not about my ambition or my ego, as some have suggested; it's about defending the home we've worked so hard to rebuild.

"To those who have lost loved ones on the front lines, to those who question the cost of this war, I say: freedom always demands sacrifice, and though the price is high, the value of what we defend is priceless. To those who seek peace with Caesar, I ask: at what cost? In exchange for what? Our freedom? Our dignity? No, that is not an option. The alternative is submission, slavery, and death.

"Therefore, today I ask you to stand firm, not to yield to doubt. This war is our crusade, and I promise you that every effort, every sacrifice, will not be in vain. This is not just my fight. It is the fight of each and every one of you. The New California Republic will not kneel. Though one may fall, a hundred more will rise to defend what is ours. Today, more than ever, we need your trust and courage because together, victory will be ours. Together, we will show that no tyrant, no invader, will ever take from us what we have built.

"Senators, citizens, this is our moment. The Republic will prevail, and when this conflict ends, it will be clear that freedom is ours by right, and it will never be taken from us."

I finished, letting my words resonate through the room. I looked at the faces of those present; some still held doubts, but in others, I saw determination, a fire I had kindled.


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