Serenierre
Established Nation
Abruzicstan, or Abruzzio, as it was called by the Belmontien military, had become hell on earth or so was said in the press back at home. The Government, in Chieti, had long since collapsed, leaving the International Coalition, what Zivotun and Belmontien media were calling the deployments, to hastily fill the vacuum, with the North, long considered the domain of the iron-mistress that Lt. General Sant-Avril had proven herself to be, falling in the Belmontien administration zone. The rebel factions, the very ones who had pushed the Government to call the Coalition in the first place, roamed aimlessly in the countryside, factionalizing further and further as each day went by. Civil War, in all but name, had spread out across the countryside. In all honesty, only the city of Chieti could be called remotely safe, that too thanks only to the large Belmontien presence in the city. The other major city of the region, Crecchio, had become a battleground for the factions and the most pressing concern for the Belmontien Major General.
In the outskirts of the Abruzzi capital, the large compound which had been serving as the Headquarters of the Belmontien Armed Forces' Expeditionary Force in Abruzicstan, had had its security increased tenfold, recent skirmishes against the factions in the north, along the Cakistani border had resulted in several threats being issued against the Commander of BEFA. In the beginning she had been alarmed by them, but now, her nerves had been hardened, having received almost a hundred death threats and having been able to survive without a single scratch on her head. In her office, surrounded by the strategists and unit commanders of three of the incoming brigades, the forty three year old woman sat looking at a holographic map of the northern sector spread out on the massive screen erected on the wall.
"Lt. General," the Chief Strategist said acknowledging the woman, who nodded for him to continue, "Brigadiers, according to intelligence, Crecchio is divided in several sections, each one ruled by a faction of the resistance. Of-course that has led to severe fighting in the city, which has left the populace trapped in their houses, where they are sitting ducks to the execution squads roaming around the city-"
Interrupting, Brigadier Vernier, commander of the 22nd Infantry Brigade, spoke, "Which factions? Their strength?" he asked, matter of factly. He leaned back, folding his arms, and looking at the man described by Sant-Avril as a genius.
"Brigadier Vernier, we have identified positively militiamen from the Communistis, FPL, PNF and several other factions which are far too small to be mentioned by name. Our estimates are that, in all, around 15,000 combatants are present in the city, most of whom are poorly trained but armed with the most rudimentary of assault rifles, mostly Batavien weaponry from the 1960s, backward though they may be, a threat for your men Brigadier Vernier, though not as much as remains for the civilians, for whom they are fatal. But, thankfully, their less threat to us is lessened by the fact that they hate each other more than they hate us, no matter how much we kill them, they seem to have put dealing with us on the back burner."
"So, among the three of you," pointing at the other military officers, Lt. General Sant-Avril began, "You'll bring a total deployment of 9,000, trained in close combat situations, with all the equipment, I imagine it won't be that hard. Will it, gentlemen?"
The three Brigadiers, all hand picked by Sant-Avril for their experience in urban warfare, were confident about their chances for the reasons pointed out by the woman. Their forces were almost fully deployed and ready for operations by mid-December and the operations could begin against the factions vandalizing Crecchio. In the meantime, the already deployed, recon teams had been dispatched into the city and its surrounding areas, the Chief Strategist had told them.
Obviously, due to the close proximity of the civilian population with the faction militias, the air force had little to do in the oncoming battle, their involvement had been limited to the drone raids that had already started picking out the arms caches of the factions. But no matter how much the drones attacked, the factions had a constant stream of weapons and ammunition, which could only be stopped once a ground offensive was launched and the authority of BEF-A reestablished.
The meeting had ended with Sant Avril saying, "Remember, if we secure stability, we can ensure a new government in Chieti. We must, for the sake of this land's people, strike hard against the factions."
In the outskirts of the Abruzzi capital, the large compound which had been serving as the Headquarters of the Belmontien Armed Forces' Expeditionary Force in Abruzicstan, had had its security increased tenfold, recent skirmishes against the factions in the north, along the Cakistani border had resulted in several threats being issued against the Commander of BEFA. In the beginning she had been alarmed by them, but now, her nerves had been hardened, having received almost a hundred death threats and having been able to survive without a single scratch on her head. In her office, surrounded by the strategists and unit commanders of three of the incoming brigades, the forty three year old woman sat looking at a holographic map of the northern sector spread out on the massive screen erected on the wall.
"Lt. General," the Chief Strategist said acknowledging the woman, who nodded for him to continue, "Brigadiers, according to intelligence, Crecchio is divided in several sections, each one ruled by a faction of the resistance. Of-course that has led to severe fighting in the city, which has left the populace trapped in their houses, where they are sitting ducks to the execution squads roaming around the city-"
Interrupting, Brigadier Vernier, commander of the 22nd Infantry Brigade, spoke, "Which factions? Their strength?" he asked, matter of factly. He leaned back, folding his arms, and looking at the man described by Sant-Avril as a genius.
"Brigadier Vernier, we have identified positively militiamen from the Communistis, FPL, PNF and several other factions which are far too small to be mentioned by name. Our estimates are that, in all, around 15,000 combatants are present in the city, most of whom are poorly trained but armed with the most rudimentary of assault rifles, mostly Batavien weaponry from the 1960s, backward though they may be, a threat for your men Brigadier Vernier, though not as much as remains for the civilians, for whom they are fatal. But, thankfully, their less threat to us is lessened by the fact that they hate each other more than they hate us, no matter how much we kill them, they seem to have put dealing with us on the back burner."
"So, among the three of you," pointing at the other military officers, Lt. General Sant-Avril began, "You'll bring a total deployment of 9,000, trained in close combat situations, with all the equipment, I imagine it won't be that hard. Will it, gentlemen?"
The three Brigadiers, all hand picked by Sant-Avril for their experience in urban warfare, were confident about their chances for the reasons pointed out by the woman. Their forces were almost fully deployed and ready for operations by mid-December and the operations could begin against the factions vandalizing Crecchio. In the meantime, the already deployed, recon teams had been dispatched into the city and its surrounding areas, the Chief Strategist had told them.
Obviously, due to the close proximity of the civilian population with the faction militias, the air force had little to do in the oncoming battle, their involvement had been limited to the drone raids that had already started picking out the arms caches of the factions. But no matter how much the drones attacked, the factions had a constant stream of weapons and ammunition, which could only be stopped once a ground offensive was launched and the authority of BEF-A reestablished.
The meeting had ended with Sant Avril saying, "Remember, if we secure stability, we can ensure a new government in Chieti. We must, for the sake of this land's people, strike hard against the factions."