Feihong stands as a vibrant blend of Chinese and Mongolian cultures, a testament to resilience after the great flood that rendered many coastal cities uninhabitable. While advanced cities like Hong Kong and Beijing managed to reclaim their lands, others fell into disarray, prompting people to move inland and establish new settlements. Among these, Feihong emerged as the most advanced city, making its capture a significant blow to the Khaganate.
In the backdrop, the Yellow Nation, also known as the Golden Caravan in Europe, supports the Wanderer cause but hesitates to fully commit, wary of escalating tensions in the region. Alam understands that a decisive victory against the Khaganate could sway the Yellow Nation to back them more openly or potentially curbing the Red Nation's aggression.
However, Alam's allies express concern over his grand ambitions, viewing them as overly idealistic. While Alam may believe that his actions are necessary to secure peace and stability in the region, they are almost certain to have the opposite effect.
Just then, Ali, a tribal warlord, enters Alam's tent. "In this world, power is all that matters. The strong survive, and the weak are left to fend for themselves. Anarchy is just a natural state of being."
Alam's internal thoughts: “Anarchy breeds suffering,” Alam muttered to himself, Ali’s words echoing in his mind. He looked at the map, his gaze fixed on Feihong. This wasn't about conquest; it was about establishing order, a bulwark against the chaos that threatened to consume them all.
In late July 2401, Alam split his army to reinforce Zhang's position while the rest carried heavy supplies. As they approached Feihong, the red nation colonial city. zion domain in oversea. alam addressed the vanguard. “Alright, boys, slow down the convoy. Scouts ahead. Baihu reports high enemy activity.”
The vanguard slowed and sent scouts to ensure the path was clear. Alam braced for any threats lurking in Feihong territory.
“Tell Zhang to secure the road ahead,” he ordered.
Zhang received the message and fortified the route with mines and machine guns, preparing for an enemy encounter.
“Good…” Alam contacted Baihu. “Where are you?”
“We're on the west side of Feihong. Large enemy forces marching toward us. What’s your position?” Baihu replied.
“West? We’re in the south. Dig in—we’ll flank them!” Alam commanded.
Baihu relayed the order, and her team began digging in to prepare for an ambush.
“Okay, may Gott bless us.” Alam turned to his soldiers. “Full speed! Scouts, double time!”
The scouts sped ahead, covering the vanguard’s flanks to spot any enemy forces.
“Inform our gun convoy to deploy,” Alam instructed.
The artillery and supply convoy readied themselves for battle, setting up positions to support the vanguard.
“Now, if our flank works, we’re definitely in God’s favor,” Alam sighed, tension rising.
“Report!” he called into the radio.
“We’re under heavy fire, multiple enemy forces attacking from all directions!” Baihu replied, her voice strained.
“Give us grid coordinates! We’ve got artillery!” Alam shouted.
Baihu provided the coordinates. “Grid: 10° 40 mins, 24° 10 mins. Enemy position: 30° 25 mins, 27° 7 mins. Heavily armed and fortified.”
“Dig in. I’m sending coordinates to artillery!” Alam ordered.The artillery team sprang into action, preparing to rain fire on the enemy.
The region had turned into a dust-filled haze, littered with remnants of both current and ancient wars, including the devastation of WW3. As they passed by wrecks and ghost towns, the soldiers began to waver, confronted by the horrorscape before them. A few distant explosions sent them diving for cover, their nerves fraying.
“Form a wedge! Tanks in front, infantry right behind!” Alam commanded.
The units quickly fell into formation, ready for the clash. “Infantry, don’t dismount until I say!”
Alam knew that engaging the enemy too soon would cost them the element of surprise. He stacked the soldiers, holding them back like waiting for the perfect moment to say "boo" in a prank.
As they closed in on the enemy, Alam tapped the driver and declared, “This is it…” Suddenly, smoke erupted ahead. “Stop!” he shouted, but the units froze, caught in a tug-of-war between fear and duty. “Keep moving!” he barked, pushing them forward. “Steady… just follow my lead!”
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With adrenaline pumping, they reached the enemy position. “Tanks, keep rolling; infantry, hold tight!”
Alam scanned the enemy's heavy weaponry and took a deep breath. “Tanks, smoke screens! Infantry, dismount!” The tanks unleashed a cloud of smoke, and the infantry sprang into action.
“Now attack!” Alam yelled, diving into the fray as the vanguard charged, overwhelming enemy defenses. He fired his rifle, leading the assault while artillery rained down, turning the enemy into a smoldering mess.
“Adjust artillery coordinates!” he commanded, and the gunners complied, blasting the opposition into submission. “Watch them burn…” he grinned, taking cover to savor the chaos. “Alright, gentlemen, let’s clean up the scraps!” he ordered, launching the pursuit of fleeing foes.
Baihu’s voice crackled through the radio: “The enemy is heavily suppressed. Many are fleeing. We’re clearing the area.”
“Good. We’re in the south—check your fire,” Alam instructed, feeling relieved.
“Thanks, Gott. We made it!” he said, returning to his vehicle. “Don’t chase the enemy too far!”
The vanguard halted their pursuit, regrouping with Baihu’s forces.
“Where’s your general?” Alam asked as Baihu rode up on her horse.
“General Zhang is in the command vehicle, overseeing operations,” she replied.
“Not you, girl,” Alam smirked.
Baihu laughed, realizing his jest. “Oh, me? I’m a colonel, second-in-command. Zhang is experienced and has been planning this operation.”
“Got it. So, Zhang absorbed you into his forces. Smart move; we don’t need a split command,” Alam noted.
“It’s actually beneficial. Our units are stronger together, and we can leverage each other’s experience,” Baihu explained.
“Perfect! Let’s keep this momentum going!” Alam declared, ready for the next phase of their campaign.
Later, General Zhang commended, “I see you’ve repelled the enemy and linked up with Baihu’s forces. Well done! Don’t worry; my units are escorting the artillery to you now. Just keep the area secure and prevent any enemy infiltration.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Alam replied nonchalantly, then turned to Baihu. “Did you know the leader of Feihong is also named Zhang? Just like my officer. Funny coincidence, right?”
Baihu raised an eyebrow. “Ah, that’s interesting. Yes, the leader of Feihong is named Zhang too. he’s ambitious, ruthless,
“Great, tell me more about this Feihong region,” Alam urged.
Baihu took a moment to think. “Feihong covers a large part of Central Asia. It’s rich in resources and strategically vital. The leader is cutthroat, leading her private armies to invade any territory he deems important.”
“Sounds like we’re already at war with the Red Nation, then. I captured Qilong, who confirmed it,” Alam said.
Baihu nodded. “Correct and zhang is pulling the strings.”
“Alright, our mission now is to capture Red Zhang to end this war. For clarity, let’s call the Red Nation's Zhang ‘Red Zhang’ and my officer ‘Blue Zhang’ to avoid confusion.”
Baihu chuckled. “Good idea! That’ll definitely help keep things straight.”
“Okay, we’ll take down Red Zhang, and I’ll have Blue Zhang operate the artillery while we push forward,” Alam planned.
Baihu agreed, “Yes, and I’ll provide support as well. Together, we can hopefully capture Red Zhang and end this conflict.”
“However, we still lack intel on the region. We need more eyes before we proceed. Let’s regroup and camp for the night,” Alam suggested.
Baihu nodded, and they set up camp, securing the area with sentries while the troops rested.
A few days later, as they advanced deeper into enemy territory, Alam studied the map in his command vehicle. “Baihu, does this area have any major cities?”
“Yes, there are several. The two largest are Yili in Uigurstan and Karaxung in Karakhon City. They’re crucial to the region, after great flood people flock in those big city” Baihu replied.
“Perfect. I’ll send my best spies, Li and Mei, to gather intel on both cities,” Alam decided, dispatching them immediately.
Meanwhile, he pondered, “I plan to position us between the two cities for quick reactions. But it could be dangerous if Red Zhang has multiple armies.”
Baihu considered this. “That’s a solid plan. It allows us to respond quickly, but we should be ready to split our forces if needed.”
“Exactly. Our eyes are key to victory. We can hold the middle ground and have Blue Zhang flank any enemies that try to attack us,” Alam strategized.
Baihu agreed, “Good idea. Keeping our forces centralized while having Blue Zhang as backup will strengthen our position.”
The officers exchanged nods, all in agreement with the plan and ready to contribute ideas.
“Okay then, let’s move out!” Alam commanded.
After reaching their destination, they set up camp in a secure location between the two cities, ready to await intel from Li and Mei. the place is desolate. and dry. since war broke they lost powergrid to irrigate the region.
“Alright, another waiting game,” Alam sighed. “Did you know that army life is 10% fighting and 90% waiting? Heh. Let’s see how our patrol and spies play this out.”
Baihu chuckled. “Yeah, I know—patience is key. We just have to endure the boredom and wait for reports to come in. Hopefully, they’ll make our mission easier.”
“Boredom is a state of mind,” Alam replied, a smirk on his face. “I could be reading or writing to pass the time.”
Baihu smiled. “True. I don’t mind the waiting either; I’ll just write while we wait. It’s a good way to kill time.”
“Oh? What are you writing?” Alam asked.
Baihu looked up from her paper. “I’m writing poetry. It’s a hobby of mine.”
“Poetry? Let’s hear one!” Alam urged.
Baihu nodded and read aloud:
"Gloom fills the sky,
The light of hope is fading away,
The shadow of darkness spreads over the land,
The endless night of sorrow seems to never end..."
“Hmm. It’s good but kinda gloomy, heh,” Alam remarked.
“Yeah, I guess I was feeling down when I wrote it,” Baihu admitted, chuckling.
“Here, have some chocolate,” Alam offered. “Don’t worry; everything will be over soon, with Gott’s help… or at least de-escalate.”
Baihu smiled, accepting the chocolate. “Thanks! You’re right; I should stay positive. We just need to focus on gathering intel.”
After a few days of tense waiting, reports finally came in from their intel units.
Li’s spy unit was first to deliver intel. “There’s a large enemy force in Uigurstan, preparing to launch an attack and recruiting local militia.”
“Ah, so they’re trying to beef up their numbers,” Alam noted. “Let them come. Dig in and build more trenches. We’ll welcome them. Meanwhile, send our mobile unit to hide and block their retreat when the attack happens.”
Baihu nodded, issuing orders for the troops to fortify. “Got it. We’ll prepare for their attack and set up our ambush.”
“Also, build decoy guns and bunkers. We need to trick them into thinking we have a full defense,” Alam added.
Baihu directed the engineers to create decoys, while Alam thought ahead. “Let’s dig a square ditch big enough for a tank to hide. Can we manage that?”
The engineers confirmed it was doable. “Good. Dig it right in front of our trenches. When they focus their fire on us, our hidden tanks will rush out and surprise them.”
The engineers got to work, digging furiously as Alam summoned a war council. “Alright, folks, if you were Red Zhang, which side would you attack from?”
The officers quickly brainstormed, agreeing on a likely attack point.
“Excellent. Prepare for a counterattack. Remember, we’re dealing with militia; they’ll scatter if we hit them hard and fast. Don’t just give them the usual banter,” Alam advised.
The officers agreed to use only veteran mercs for the counterattack to ensure effectiveness.
“Waiting is dangerous,” Alam declared. “Let’s have a feast tonight! We need to boost morale for tomorrow.”
The camp buzzed with excitement, soldiers eager to celebrate before the impending battle. As evening fell, they gathered for a lively feast, sharing stories and laughter, the tension momentarily forgotten.
In the camp office, Alam handled paperwork when a message from the Wanderer popped up. He chuckled at the friendly distraction and replied, “Sure, Wanderer. Let’s chat—could use some fun while we wait for the enemy to attack.”
He hit send and sipped coffee, observing his troops. Some wore nervous expressions, while the seasoned veterans exuded calm confidence, having faced this uncertainty before. The atmosphere was electric, a mix of anticipation and camaraderie as they prepared for the days ahead. the ration is changed a bit. a smal dip of meat. that is luxury items.
He drew out the fireworks he’d bought from the Golden Caravan, a small, almost childish gesture against the backdrop of war. He handed a few to a nearby soldier. "Light 'em up," he said, a faint smile playing on his lips. The fireworks erupted in the afternoon sky, bursts of color against the fading light. It was a foolish decision, a blatant display of their position. But never mind. The soldiers were happy, and they were well entrenched. Let them come. As the last firework faded, alam look at horizon. wondering if someone take a bait or not