In the late days of August 2405, the Red Nation launched a blitzkrieg-style offensive, swiftly capturing Khurasan and Golestan in the northeastern reaches of the Emerald League. However, their advance ground to a halt in the Kerman region, where the Royal Motorized Brigade stood as an immovable barrier. Meanwhile, the enigmatic forces of Shangri-laa amassed on the borders of Balochistan, their intentions shrouded in mystery.
Hazel, standing amidst the remnants of his division, gazed at the battered tanks and vehicles that had survived the brutal clash with the Juggernaut. her body suit is make her like in oven on because the enviroments.
"We need a repair station here," she muttered. The day dragged on as they awaited a response from the council, the soldiers finding solace in the oasis that offered a brief respite
Some engaged in light-hearted activities, playing volleyball or swimming in the cool waters. Yu, ever the playful one, was seen frolicking with her dog, while Patrick wandered the peaks of the valley, seeking solitude and perhaps a moment of clarity.
Tetsuya and Nara, on the other hand, found comfort in the familiar embrace of their tanks, their laughter echoing through the air. Others huddled in the shade, their faces grim. contemplating the existential dread of being stranded in a desert with limited Wi-Fi.
The oasis was a welcome respite, but it couldn't mask the reality of their situation. They were stranded, waiting for orders, unsure of what the future held.
Hazel, with a smirk, turned to Yu. "What do you want, orange hair?" she teased, her tone light despite the weight of recent events.
Yu giggled, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "I don't have to tell you. You know I'm just here to tease ya," she replied, her playful nature a balm to Hazel's weary soul.
As Yu began to massage Hazel's back, her fingers deftly working through the tension, she paused, her curiosity piqued by a Dragoon tattoo etched into her skin. "What's the meaning of this?" she asked, her voice softened by genuine interest.
Hazel sighed, memories of her past crashing over her like a wave. “Not everyone can have this tattoo. Only the ruthless and most loyal members of the Flying Dragon get to wear it. We follow our triad ancestors to earn it.”
“But,” she added, a hint of regret in her voice, “that’s my past. I want to get rid of this tattoo someday.”
Yu, ever the playful spirit, flashed a flirty grin. “Aw, why would you want to ditch such a beautiful tattoo? I bet the ladies love it!”
Hazel chuckled, her mood lifting with the banter. “Oh, especially the bad ones.”
Yu giggled softly, her teasing a comforting presence in Hazel's life. But then, as Yu’s hand moved lower, Hazel instinctively tried to stop her.
“What’s wrong? Flustered by a woman’s touch?” Yu smirked, mischief dancing in her eyes.
Hazel felt her cheeks heat up. “No! Just… um…”
Yu laughed, clearly enjoying the moment. “I’ve always wondered why you wear that tight bodysuit. Doesn’t it get itchy?”
Hazel’s eyes widened in shock. “What?! How do you know I’m a woman?”
Yu raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. “What do you mean? Everyone here knows you’re a woman. You sneak out at night just to take a pee, don’t you?”
Hazel’s face turned crimson. “I… I!”
Yu burst into laughter, the sound bright and infectious. “Relax! It’s not a big deal. We all have our secrets. Yours just happens to be a little more… colorful.”
Hazel couldn’t help but laugh along, the tension easing. “Yeah, well, I guess I’m just trying to blend in. It’s not easy being a woman in this world.”
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“Hey, you’re doing just fine,” Yu reassured her, her tone light. “Besides, that tattoo just adds to your charm. It tells a story, right?”
“Yeah, a story I’d rather forget,” Hazel replied, shaking her head with a smile. “But I appreciate the support.”
“Anytime! Just remember, you’re not alone in this. We’ve all got our battles to fight,” Yu said, her eyes sparkling with camaraderie.
With that, the two shared a moment of understanding, the weight of their pasts momentarily lifted by the warmth of friendship.
As Yu walked away, Hazel overheard two mercenaries talking in hushed tones.
"Heard the Red Nation's pushing hard in the north," one said. "They're not messing around."
"Yeah, and Shangri-laa's moving in from the east," the other replied. "We're caught in the middle of a damn grinder."
Hazel sighed. They weren't wrong. Hazel's gaze turned toward the horizon, lost in thought. The weight of their situation pressed heavily on her shoulders.
“Artist must choose to fight or flee. I made my mind. I will fight because I had no choice,” she declared, her voice steady, echoing the determination that surged within her.
Later, at the Zion base in Novosibirsk, Kassandra briefed the team on the current situation. "They've halted in the desert area, but our northern front is making good progress. Their general still uses orthodox methods to fight our sentinels."
She paused, her eyes scanning the room. "We can focus on the north, take Mazandaran, and pillage their port city on the Caspian. Then, we can take the ancient city of Tehran."
Trickster nodded in agreement. "Destroying their palace would shatter their morale. But their central unit and Shangri-laa in the east are concerning."
Zion weighed the options, his mind a whirlwind of strategic possibilities. "By focusing on the north, we can secure Mazandaran's strategic port city and strengthen our logistics. Pillaging Tehran would deal a significant blow to the Emerald League's morale and disrupt their central unit and Shangri-laa forces. But it's risky. These moves will leave our northern front defenseless and may allow Shangri-laa to advance unchecked."
As Zion contemplated the delicate balance of their situation, a Wardog broke the silence. "Sir, I have an idea."
The room fell silent as all eyes turned to the confident soldier. "We need to draw the Shangri-laa forces away from the main battle. We can do this by luring them into a trap. We present a tempting target they can't resist attacking, diverting their attention and allowing us to concentrate on the north."
Zion's interest was piqued. "Go on."
The Wardog continued, his voice steady and assured. "We create a weakness that Shangri-laa will exploit, then spring a surprise attack to rout their forces. I believe I've found the perfect target—a major logistics supply hub that feeds into the Emerald League's central region. It's crucial for their supply lines, and Shangri-laa won't be able to resist attacking it."
Zion's eyes lit up. "A key logistical supply hub... It's perfect. If we can draw them into a trap and destroy that hub, we'll cripple their operations and reduce the threat they pose."
The room buzzed with excitement as the plan took shape. The challenge now was to execute it flawlessly, ensuring that Shangri-laa took the bait and fell into their trap.
The Wardog’s grin widened. He could practically hear the clinking of gold and the screams of panicked quartermasters. The logistics hub wasn't just a target; it was a piñata filled with loot and strategic advantage, just waiting to be whacked.
It would be a massive blow to the Emerald League's economy and a huge gain for the Red Nation. Shangri-laa's notorious greed made them the perfect pawns in this strategic game.
Zion's mind raced with possibilities. If they could lure Shangri-laa into attacking the hub, it would not only cripple the Emerald League but also give the Red Nation a decisive edge in the war. The weakness was clear: greed. Exploit it, and victory was within reach.
Kassandra's voice cut through Zion's thoughts. "So, we must take care of their motorized brigade quickly. You only have three cards left on the west before our reinforcements in North America arrive—my light tanks, your elite force, or gladiator volunteers."
Zion weighed his options. The elite force, though untested, promised superior combat capabilities. The gladiator volunteers were readily available but less experienced. Time was of the essence, and the stakes were high. He had to make a choice that would tip the scales in their favor.
"We'll deploy the elite force," Zion decided, his voice firm. "Their offensive power is our best shot at a decisive breakthrough before enemy reinforcements arrive."
The elite force moved into position, ready to confront the motorized brigade. This first deployment would be a test of their mettle and a turning point in the campaign.
In Meymand, the central motorized royal army brigade was forced into retreat by the Red Nation's elite force. The Red Nation completed their encirclement over the Kerman region, poised to strike one of the wealthiest provinces—Dasht-e Lut.
Kinara, aware of the impending attack, fortified Dasht-e Lut's defenses. She bolstered air defenses and key checkpoints, preparing for the inevitable assault. Red Nation intelligence hinted at the elite force's target, prompting Kinara to mobilize the Emerald League army and focus on defending vital resources while evacuating civilians.
One day, the sky darkened with Red Nation propaganda pamphlets, emphasizing the inevitability of their victory and offering lavish rewards, arable land, water rights, even cybernetic augmentations – to those who surrendered.. Dissent stirred within the League, but Kinara remained resolute.
Early September 2405 saw a merciless aerial bombardment by Red Nation bombers, reducing entire districts to rubble. The Emerald League's air defenses struggled to respond. By mid-September, ground forces surged into the city, facing fierce resistance from League soldiers and skilled mercenaries. The elite Red Nation units, with their advanced weaponry, caused heavy casualties.
Late September brought the battle to the Green Palace, a symbol of the League's prosperity. Kinara led a desperate last stand, but the odds were insurmountable. The Red Nation's forces quickly overwhelmed the Emerald League's defenses and reached the city center. The final battle for the city took place at the Greenhouse Palace.
Emerald palace guards faced their equals. A gladiator volunteer and a Red Army elite guard fought fiercely in the parks. The battle devolved into close-quarters combat until the Red Army launched an airstrike, reducing the park complex to flames. Countless rare plants were lost to the inferno.
Kinara stood amidst the ruins of the Greenhouse Palace, the city a smoldering ruin. Thousands lay dead. She turned to her remaining guards, their faces grim. "We fought bravely," she said, her voice hoarse. "But it's over." She raised her sword in a final salute. "Long live the Emerald League!" The soldiers echoed her cry, a defiant whisper in the smoke-filled air. Then, they turned and marched south, leaving the Red Nation to claim a pyrrhic victory.
After pillaging the city, the Red Nation left the eastern region to Shangri-laa, who began capturing Emerald League territory from the east. The elite force's advances across the west proceeded as expected, securing several key provinces and the large, wealthy city of Dasht-e Lut. This was a major victory and a crushing blow to the Emerald League's economy.
Meanwhile, Shangri-laa forces moved from Balochistan, advancing through the eastern region towards the elite force. A critical point in the fight was approaching, and a decisive battle was about to unfold.