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Fanfic of the strategical game March Of War. I own nothing.

The hot air around the coast didn't help soldiers spirits. The European Alliance was forced out of Europe by both Soviets and Republic. But thankfully the two where fighting for Europe, that allowed for Command to devise a strategy to retake Europe. All along the coast where the tanks varying from the trusty Half track to the mighty Siege tank and Sonic tank. Above them where the war Zeppelins waiting for any rouge attacks from Warlord generals. Not too far away where the Stuka dive bombers, spitfires and large bombers on the airfields being repaired and refuelled.

In one area of the mass of tanks stood alone Capitan lay on his command Half track looking up at the blue sky. He was recently promoted after the dick of his Commander was killed by a Soviet sniper. The Capitan wondered if he deserved this promotion, he wasn't sure if he wanted command of this section. He looked over to the troopers, everyone was training and joking around. Given the fact that most of the Alliance soldiers where trained in Scotland as per the Alliance military agreement.

It was interesting, the different nationalities from Europe joking and training when years ago they where at war with each other. Now standing united against a common threat. It was kinda funny to him. He sighed and adjusted his beret as a group of Stormtroopers in white uniforms from the Red wall guard switched places with another Stromtrooper squad. The Flak 38's stood near the edge over looking the border to Europe keeping an eye out for attacks.

Just then one of the regular troopers came up.

“Sir 2nd Panzer is meeting at General Rommel's Half Track.” he said.

“Thanks privet.” the Capitan said jumping off his Half Track and ran to a collection of flags.

The different commanders and Generals stood around a map table of Europe. Red flags with the hammer and sickle represented the Soviets while the blue flag with a hollow star represented the United Republican armies and the grey flags with a lion's head represented Alliance forces.

“General Rommel.” the Capitan said saluting the German officer.

“Capitan.” Rommel saluted back before turning to the other commanders. “Ok lets get this over vith. As ve know the UR and Soviets are in the middle of a huge conflict in central Europa. The plan to split the army's up into three groups. Group Alpha will take the fight to UR in the west while group Bravo will take the middle and split both UR and SU forces out. Charlie Group will focus on the Soviet lines and try to push them back behind the Red vall. 2nd Panzer is part of group Alpha as we are closer to the UR base. Any questions?”

No one said anything and Rommel nodded.

“Very good move out!”

The Captain mad his way back to his troops. They way he moved they knew something was up.

“Everyone get ready to move out!” the Captain ordered.

Everyone got up and moved grabbing their weapons on the way. The soldiers of the alliance then climbed into their vehicles and started them up. However his Cycle infantry, Cossack troopers and spies where ordered to go on ahead to see what the UR forces where up to. The Capitan was assigned of taking some of the beaches in Spain before the rest of the EA forces moved back on the European homeland.

The Spies, Cycle infantry and Cossacks where the fist on a troop carrying speed boat and moved off. Unlike the other commanders who mostly relied on European intelligence the Capitan wanted hands on information that he could use. Cycle infantry where good at getting recon along with the spies but the Cossacks where going with them as extra protection. As the Capitan watch his forces moved onto ANF ships he noticed his troops determination to take back their homeland.

OOOOO

Faya Coswan was a well renown spy for the Capitan. Of Cossack birth she joined the spy agency's and worked with the Capitan when he fist got his command. She knew of him due to his reputation as a British storm-trooper. The Capitan's squad was ordered by their previous commander to hold a cross roads in a small iron producing village in eastern Europe. He and his squad held out for a week before he was ordered to retreat.

She met him when he became a Capitan and introduce herself as his intelligence advisor which was the police word for spy. To be honest she found him quite handsome but at the time the war was in full swing and so they could not go out to lunch. She shook her head getting her mind straight focusing on the mission at hand. Just then the pilot cut the engine and the Cossacks grabbed onto the ores and began rowing.

Faya walked up on deck to see the white star of the UR flying above the village. It made her fell sick. Invaders normally hit Europe hard but the UR was one their best friends but no longer. To all Europeans the UR no helping them felt like a betrayal for a simple incident. The ship landed and the Cycle infantry and spy's got off the boat while the Cossacks kept their eyes out. They split up into two groups. The French spy made her way along the beach to get a good look at the UR defences while Faya and her group climbed up the beach wall.

The Dutch Cycle infantry made it up first and took a look around rifles in hand. Making sure the area was clear they then helped Faya up and they took cover.

“That hill will give us a good view.” Faya said pointing at a nearby hill.

The Cycle infantry nodded and slowly made their way to the hill keeping out of cover trying to hide from the searchlights. They soon made it to the hill and they got a good look over the UR controlled town. The UR had certainly settled in by building a large base beside the town. Faya took out her binoculars as did the Cycle troops and looked at the base defences.

“They have an airfield in the east a few meters from the barracks.” the Sargent noted. “Looks like they have B-10 Bombers, Bell helicopters and Hover platforms.”

“Tanks?” Faya asked.

“Around 60, 20 of each type.”

“Spotted a fuel dump, west close to the airfield.” the LT said.

“Something's not, wait.... just as I thought.” Faya said.

“What?” the Sargent asked.

“UR commanders, four of em. That explains the tank numbers.” Faya said.

OOOOO

The Capitan waited on the bridge on the ANF Intrepid. The cover of darkness protected him and his forces from the UR. Just then the radio came on.

“Lion one to base Lion one to base.” Faya said over the radio.

“Base here.” the Capitan said picking up the mike.

“We located a UR fire base near the town. They have artillery spotters as well.”

“Details.”

“Around 60 tanks 20 of each type. B-10 bombers with bell helicopters and hover platform support. Around 3'500 troops with artillery support.”

“Damn that's going to be fun.” The Capitan said in a sarcastic tone. “Are we go for the V2 strike?”

“Negative.” the Sargent said over the radio. “We got sight on some prisoners both military and civilian.”

The Capitan cursed under his breath, the American's where really trying to take Europe with this. Before they moved out they had gotten reports from resistance movements that the American's where burning European flags and anything 'non American'. There where also rumours about educating the public and children to the American dream.

“Air strike?” The Capitan asked.

“No too much flack for that, maybe a Sonic attack.” Faya said.

“Right yeah get to cover.”

The Capitan set down the radio and looked to the Capitan of the ship. “Get the sonic batteries ready.”

The ship Capitan nodded in response.

Description
Fanfic of the strategical game March Of War. I own nothing.

The hot air around the coast didn't help soldiers spirits. The European Alliance was forced out of Europe by both Soviets and Republic. But thankfully the two where fighting for Europe, that allowed for Command to devise a strategy to retake Europe. All along the coast where the tanks varying from the trusty Half track to the mighty Siege tank and Sonic tank. Above them where the war Zeppelins waiting for any rouge attacks from Warlord generals. Not too far away where the Stuka dive bombers, spitfires and large bombers on the airfields being repaired and refuelled.

In one area of the mass of tanks stood alone Capitan lay on his command Half track looking up at the blue sky. He was recently promoted after the dick of his Commander was killed by a Soviet sniper. The Capitan wondered if he deserved this promotion, he wasn't sure if he wanted command of this section. He looked over to the troopers, everyone was training and joking around. Given the fact that most of the Alliance soldiers where trained in Scotland as per the Alliance military agreement.

It was interesting, the different nationalities from Europe joking and training when years ago they where at war with each other. Now standing united against a common threat. It was kinda funny to him. He sighed and adjusted his beret as a group of Stormtroopers in white uniforms from the Red wall guard switched places with another Stromtrooper squad. The Flak 38's stood near the edge over looking the border to Europe keeping an eye out for attacks.

Just then one of the regular troopers came up.

“Sir 2nd Panzer is meeting at General Rommel's Half Track.” he said.

“Thanks privet.” the Capitan said jumping off his Half Track and ran to a collection of flags.

The different commanders and Generals stood around a map table of Europe. Red flags with the hammer and sickle represented the Soviets while the blue flag with a hollow star represented the United Republican armies and the grey flags with a lion's head represented Alliance forces.

“General Rommel.” the Capitan said saluting the German officer.

“Capitan.” Rommel saluted back before turning to the other commanders. “Ok lets get this over vith. As ve know the UR and Soviets are in the middle of a huge conflict in central Europa. The plan to split the army's up into three groups. Group Alpha will take the fight to UR in the west while group Bravo will take the middle and split both UR and SU forces out. Charlie Group will focus on the Soviet lines and try to push them back behind the Red vall. 2nd Panzer is part of group Alpha as we are closer to the UR base. Any questions?”

No one said anything and Rommel nodded.

“Very good move out!”

The Captain mad his way back to his troops. They way he moved they knew something was up.

“Everyone get ready to move out!” the Captain ordered.

Everyone got up and moved grabbing their weapons on the way. The soldiers of the alliance then climbed into their vehicles and started them up. However his Cycle infantry, Cossack troopers and spies where ordered to go on ahead to see what the UR forces where up to. The Capitan was assigned of taking some of the beaches in Spain before the rest of the EA forces moved back on the European homeland.

The Spies, Cycle infantry and Cossacks where the fist on a troop carrying speed boat and moved off. Unlike the other commanders who mostly relied on European intelligence the Capitan wanted hands on information that he could use. Cycle infantry where good at getting recon along with the spies but the Cossacks where going with them as extra protection. As the Capitan watch his forces moved onto ANF ships he noticed his troops determination to take back their homeland.

OOOOO

Faya Coswan was a well renown spy for the Capitan. Of Cossack birth she joined the spy agency's and worked with the Capitan when he fist got his command. She knew of him due to his reputation as a British storm-trooper. The Capitan's squad was ordered by their previous commander to hold a cross roads in a small iron producing village in eastern Europe. He and his squad held out for a week before he was ordered to retreat.

She met him when he became a Capitan and introduce herself as his intelligence advisor which was the police word for spy. To be honest she found him quite handsome but at the time the war was in full swing and so they could not go out to lunch. She shook her head getting her mind straight focusing on the mission at hand. Just then the pilot cut the engine and the Cossacks grabbed onto the ores and began rowing.

Faya walked up on deck to see the white star of the UR flying above the village. It made her fell sick. Invaders normally hit Europe hard but the UR was one their best friends but no longer. To all Europeans the UR no helping them felt like a betrayal for a simple incident. The ship landed and the Cycle infantry and spy's got off the boat while the Cossacks kept their eyes out. They split up into two groups. The French spy made her way along the beach to get a good look at the UR defences while Faya and her group climbed up the beach wall.

The Dutch Cycle infantry made it up first and took a look around rifles in hand. Making sure the area was clear they then helped Faya up and they took cover.

“That hill will give us a good view.” Faya said pointing at a nearby hill.

The Cycle infantry nodded and slowly made their way to the hill keeping out of cover trying to hide from the searchlights. They soon made it to the hill and they got a good look over the UR controlled town. The UR had certainly settled in by building a large base beside the town. Faya took out her binoculars as did the Cycle troops and looked at the base defences.

“They have an airfield in the east a few meters from the barracks.” the Sargent noted. “Looks like they have B-10 Bombers, Bell helicopters and Hover platforms.”

“Tanks?” Faya asked.

“Around 60, 20 of each type.”

“Spotted a fuel dump, west close to the airfield.” the LT said.

“Something's not, wait.... just as I thought.” Faya said.

“What?” the Sargent asked.

“UR commanders, four of em. That explains the tank numbers.” Faya said.

OOOOO

The Capitan waited on the bridge on the ANF Intrepid. The cover of darkness protected him and his forces from the UR. Just then the radio came on.

“Lion one to base Lion one to base.” Faya said over the radio.

“Base here.” the Capitan said picking up the mike.

“We located a UR fire base near the town. They have artillery spotters as well.”

“Details.”

“Around 60 tanks 20 of each type. B-10 bombers with bell helicopters and hover platform support. Around 3'500 troops with artillery support.”

“Damn that's going to be fun.” The Capitan said in a sarcastic tone. “Are we go for the V2 strike?”

“Negative.” the Sargent said over the radio. “We got sight on some prisoners both military and civilian.”

The Capitan cursed under his breath, the American's where really trying to take Europe with this. Before they moved out they had gotten reports from resistance movements that the American's where burning European flags and anything 'non American'. There where also rumours about educating the public and children to the American dream.

“Air strike?” The Capitan asked.

“No too much flack for that, maybe a Sonic attack.” Faya said.

“Right yeah get to cover.”

The Capitan set down the radio and looked to the Capitan of the ship. “Get the sonic batteries ready.”

The ship Capitan nodded in response.