in north of xian, City of Datong, Late December 2404
In the heart of Datong, snow blanketed the rooftops and ancient monuments, muffling the sounds of the bustling city. The Great Wall loomed nearby, a historical sentinel now repurposed as a strategic defense against the encroaching Red Army. Inside Alam's office, the atmosphere was tense but charged with purpose when a woman in a striking red jacket entered.
“I understand you're facing a difficult situation,” she said, her voice steady and confident. “The Shangri-La Confederation sent me as your eyes on the battlefield.”
Alam raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh wow, a New Year’s gift from an ally? So, who are you? A spy? A general?”
“Spy? No. General? No. You can call me Bora,” she replied with a playful smirk. “I specialize in observation and analysis. I’ll be one of your most trustworthy allies in this war.”
Alam sniffed, skepticism etched on his face. “I already have plenty of spies. What makes you different from them?”
Bora leaned forward, resting her chin in her hands. “The biggest difference is that I can see the big picture and understand the entire situation in no time. My intelligence is in a class of its own, helping you navigate the complexities of war.”
“Interesting… enchanted AI sensor, I guess?” Alam quipped, a hint of humor in his voice.
“My skills are the result of years of study and experience,” she corrected, her smile unwavering. “So, do you believe in my abilities or not?”
“Alright,” Alam said, his tone shifting to one of acceptance. “I'll trust help from a major nation like the Purple Nation. Welcome to the team. What’s your name again?”
“Bora,” she said, shaking his hand firmly. “I’m glad to be a helpful ally for you.”
“Bora… I’m Alam,” he replied, a hint of camaraderie forming.
“It’s an honor to meet you in person, Alam. Now, I should assess the battlefield. Call me anytime you need.”
Alam took a deep breath, the weight of the situation settling on him. “In December of 2404, the war front has devolved into trench warfare. Both Zion and I have lost momentum. We’re stuck waiting for reinforcements in the New Year, and they have a massive cannon somewhere in Manchuria or the Bering Strait—one that can strike targets over a thousand kilometers away with devastating effects.”
Bora nodded, her expression serious. “So, both you and your enemy are struggling with momentum, waiting for reinforcements. And you're aware of the enemy's cannon. It won’t be long before both sides suffer heavy losses on the front lines. You need to find a way to win this war before it spirals into catastrophe.”
“Yes, I know my strategy now is simple: hold the line until the Crescent Alliance army arrives,” Alam stated, frustration creeping into his voice.
“A purely defensive strategy won’t work against such a powerful enemy,” Bora countered. “You need to prepare a decisive attack before they get the chance. The Crescent Alliance's success hinges on their capability. If they fail, you risk losing the entire war. You must take the initiative before the situation worsens.”
Alam leaned back in his chair, his mind racing. “My mobile units are… well, they’ve been decimated on the steppe.”
“Since your mobile units are down, your ability to launch a decisive attack is compromised. The enemy's cannon poses a grave threat and can inflict severe damage on your front lines. You must find a way to neutralize that cannon before it’s too late. Do you have any tools or plans for that?”
Alam spun in his chair, frustration evident. “No…”
“Then your best bet is to find a weakness in their front line,” Bora advised. “Identify a weak point and strike it. This could allow you to break through and disrupt their operations, minimizing the cannon’s destructive potential.”
“Yes… so I guess that’s your task,” Alam conceded.
Bora nodded with determination. “I’ll scan the front lines for vulnerabilities. You can then launch a decisive attack. Just remember, I’ll identify the weak spot; you’ll need to devise the actual plan.”
“Did the Shangri-La Confederation send just one woman for now?” Alam asked, a wry smile crossing his face.
Bora laughed lightly. “Yes, just me. They’re cautious about who they send, so they avoided any spies or traitors. They trust my analytical skills to provide you with the intelligence you need.”
Alam narrowed his eyes, intrigued. “You must be quite exceptional. Tell me more about yourself.”
With a smile, Bora began, “I was born in a village on the slopes of the Himalayan Mountains. My childhood was spent playing among the flowers, which sparked my curiosity about the world.”
“And then?” Alam prompted.
“Later, I was accepted into the Monastery of Mystic Peace, where I devoted myself to spiritual enlightenment. I studied meditation, philosophy, and religion, seeking truths hidden in the teachings of great sages.”
Alam nodded slowly, absorbing her journey.
“But when the Khaganate under general Wu attacked and destroyed our monastery, my peaceful life shattered. I fled to a lowland village, witnessing the cruelty of the Khaganate firsthand—the indiscriminate killings and brutal treatment of the conquered. This experience changed my worldview: I realized peace can only be achieved through power.”
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“Sounds heavy,” Alam said, sighing.
“I also understood that power without compassion leads to tyranny,” Bora continued. “So, I dedicated myself to finding a balance. I became a warrior to defend the weak, honing my skills in combat while studying the enemy’s tactics.”
Alam raised an eyebrow, impressed. “Do you have any war records? Maybe some numbers or facts to back that up?”
Bora smiled. “I have an impressive list of war achievements. For instance, when I was a knight, I led a small force against a superior army. I outmaneuvered them and won without losing a single knight. That’s just a glimpse of my military record.”
“Interesting… were these armored brigades or cavalry?” Alam asked, curious. “Different nations have different terms for things.”
“In my time as a knight, we used both,” Bora explained. “Armored brigades were more feasible at times, but cavalry was essential for speed and coverage. My tactics relied on outsmarting my opponents.”
“Cavalry against tanks?” Alam mused. “Good luck with that.”
“Exactly. Cavalry is key; they move quickly and cover ground efficiently,” Bora replied. “You have cavalry fighting tanks?”
Alam smirked. “In hilly and forested areas, we hide them. It’s a desperate raid; we blow them up at close range.”
“A daring tactic,” she said, impressed. “How many cavalry do you have for a raid?”
“Between 30 to 100. But we lost over 4,000 in the winter war,” Alam admitted, his expression darkening.
“That’s a significant loss,” Bora noted. “But it was probably worth it against those tanks. You need to find ways to deal with them while minimizing cavalry losses.”
“Yeah…” Alam sighed.
“I know it’s tough. You’re up against one of the world’s most powerful armies with limited resources,” Bora encouraged. “But hang in there. The Crescent Alliance army is on the way.”
“Right… so, are you like a robot?” Alam asked
Bora laughed. “No, I’m not a robot—just a very special woman. I don’t have any mechanical parts, but my intelligence is a cut above the rest. You might call me a ‘superhuman’ when it comes to observation and analysis.”
“Okay… do you have some kind of ‘hard to kill’ ability?” Alam pressed, intrigued.
“Actually, I do. My monk training strengthened my body, and as a knight, I was required to wear heavy armor. I’m tough and resilient. I can withstand stress and pressure,” she explained. “But while my body has limitations, my mind is much tougher.”
“Alright… do you have the bravery of steel?” Alam asked, his voice serious.
Bora smiled confidently. “Courage and bravery are part of my nature. I don’t fear death or pain. I’m willing to lay down my life for the greater good, focused solely on my mission.”
“Would you die for this mission?” Alam inquired.
“Yes, without hesitation,” she affirmed. “I’ve dedicated my life to fighting tyranny. If the mission demands it, I won’t hesitate to give my life.”
“Would you die for me?” Alam raised an eyebrow, half-amused.
Bora was caught off guard but quickly nodded. “Yes, I would protect you if needed. My life is dedicated to this cause.”
“Good,” Alam said, a plan forming in his mind. “I need you to be my eyes. Most of my officers are bit down, and I need to stay in Xian while my army is in Datong. I want you to become my eyes on the field.”
“Absolutely, I can do that,” Bora replied. “I’ll observe enemy movements and relay information. But I can’t cover the entire front alone. I’ll do my best to provide valuable intel.”
“Thank you. You will take command of the defense of the Great Wall,” Alam said,
Bora’s eyes widened in surprise. “The Great Wall? That’s a crucial strategic point. I’m honored you want me to command its defense.
later, Bora stood at the edge of the Great Wall, her red jacket is stark contrast on the nearby grim atmosphere, surveying the complex layers of defensive lines and pillboxes that stretched before her. Heavy snow piled on the landscape, transforming it into a treacherous white wasteland. Troops bustled around her, their breath visible in the frigid air, preparing for the imminent battle. The enemy forces were gathering, and the atmosphere crackled with tension.
“Most of the soldiers here are recruits with less than two months of training,” one officer beside her remarked, “they are weak mommas boys, who immediately begun to cry when attacked sharply”
Bora quickly assessed the situation and felt a wave of unease wash over her. The inexperience of these soldiers was glaringly obvious. “Short training, short shrift,” she muttered, teeth gritted as she watched raw recruits,These boys needed a backbone, and she was going to be it.
She began barking orders for vigorious training, her voice cutting through the cold air like a knife. She pushed them to understand the importance of their mission, explaining what was at stake and the dire consequences of failure. Bora motivated them, showing them that their courage was crucial in holding the line.
Later, during a New Year’s feast, Alam called her through the intercom. “Hey, girl. I noticed your rework on the defensive line. It’s fine, but don’t use all our resources at once. I stocked some iron and wood because I expect the enemy to bombard that position, so we can repair it when they finish.”
Bora stared at the intercom, processing the tactical implications. She knew the True Horde had powerful artillery capable of wreaking havoc. “Understood,” she replied, nodding. Preserving resources for future fortifications was wise; the battlefield could shift in an instant.
“Good,” Alam continued. “We’ve got reinforcements—a monk elite strike team from your nation. I want you to attack the enemy force near the mine complex in Ömnögovi Province. They’re using that base to launch their next attack. Disrupting that will slow their progress.”
A smile spread across Bora’s face, her eyes glinting with excitement. Taking down the enemy base would not only disrupt their operations but also create panic among their ranks. “I agree, Commander,” she said, her determination solid. “This mission is vital, and I’ll give it my utmost attention.”
“Thank you, and happy New Year,” Alam said before the call ended.
Bora stared at the intercom for a moment, a smile lingering on her lips. She was eager to contribute to the Crescent Alliance’s victory. With renewed resolve, she set out to prepare for the mission.
Her journey began in Datong, a city nestled in the foothills of the Hengshan Mountains, where urban landscapes met historical sites. As the monk strike team entered Inner Mongolia, with their small numbers they manage to slip the red army border guard,
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the terrain gradually flattened into a vast, rolling steppe covered in snow. Ömnögovi Province lay deep within the Gobi Desert, its dramatic rock formations rising against the endless horizon.
The barren desert was a sight to behold, and Bora marveled at the untouched landscape. She felt the extreme cold biting at her skin,. The enemy base was located in this harsh environment, and she steeled herself for the difficult mission.
As they approached the mine complex, Alam called again. “Report in, Bora.”
She picked up the intercom with a stoic expression. “Yes, Commander. What is it?”
“The enemy lacks defensive structures and likely concentrates on certain areas. At the right time, you can destroy them by surprise.”
Bora nodded, her face still serious. “Understood, Commander. I’m aware of their vulnerabilities. I have a plan ready and will act when the time is right.”
“Very well. Report every advancement. Out.”
Bora hung up, her expression grim. The gravity of the mission weighed heavily on her. One wrong move could jeopardize everything they are in deep enemy territory.. Without delay, she moved forward with the monk strike team, ready to complete her mission.
As they ventured deeper into the empty desert, the only sounds were the wind and the crunch of snow beneath their feet. The silence felt deafening, the vast emptiness daunting. Hours passed without sight of enemy forces, but Bora remained focused. The cold air bit into her skin, and the snow mixed with sand whipped around them, but they pressed on.
Finally, they neared the mine complex and spotted enemy forces stationed in a nearby village. Heavily armed and well-trained,. The mine complex was a key strategic site, and Bora needed to find a weakness to exploit before the enemy could react.
“Trust your intuition. Do your creativity, Bora,” Alam’s voice echoed in her mind.
Bora smirked, her mind racing. She noted several access points to the mine complex, all guarded by troops. The village sat on higher ground, perfect for a surprise attack. She signaled the monk strike team to split into two groups and sneak up on the enemy from both sides.
As the attack began, the enemy was caught off guard. Confusion erupted in their ranks as the monk strike team launched a two-pronged assault. Bora’s plan was unfolding perfectly, creating chaos among the enemy forces.
However, the enemy quickly repositioned, setting up defenses and parking a tank inside a warehouse. This presented a challenge, but Bora wasn’t one to back down. She quickly devised a new plan, signaling her team to surround the warehouse and prevent the enemy from escaping.
With the second strike team in place, the enemy was cornered. Bora ordered the monks to advance and attack. The warehouse became a battleground, smoke grenades filling the air with thick clouds, obscuring vision and sending the enemy into a panic.
Inside, the fighting was fierce and chaotic. The red army troops, cornered and desperate, began to falter, while the monk strike team pressed on, relentless in their assault.
After the fight, Alam’s voice crackled through the intercom. “Bravo! Wonderful. I loved how you destroyed the tank by hitting it at the right angle.”
Bora smirked at the praise, bowing her head slightly. “Thank you, Commander. The enemy’s tank was a significant threat, and I had to act quickly to neutralize it. I’m glad my decisions led to success.”
“Well then, your team can return to Datong or continue raiding deeper into enemy territory. The choice is yours.”
Bora studied the map, contemplating the next move. “I believe we should continue our attack and push the enemy back. We can’t let them regroup.”
“Alright, just be careful. I’ll send you intel about hidden bunkers across the steppe. Use them as hideouts or a temporary HQ.”
Nodding with determination, Bora replied, “Yes, Commander. I’ll keep an eye on enemy movements and utilize the bunkers for our advantage. I’ll stay in touch and provide regular updates.”
With her resolve set, Bora turned her focus back to the task at hand, ready to lead her team into the next phase of their mission. The battle for the Gobi Desert had only just begun.