The Liberation of Borovanger

[Bezonvaux]

Somewhere on the Gothic Sea.

They were packed like sardines upon the ships that made up the Royal Borovangen Navy, every available room that a man might stand in had been used. conditions inside the ships were dreadful, most of men were violently sick but had no room to move so simply vomited on the floor, those lucky enough to be stations up on the deck of the ship at least had plenty of fresh air but their shelters gave no protection from the freezing ocean winds. however soon this nightmare would be over and they would land on the shores of their homeland where the real struggle would begin.


the Village of Balones, Saro Province, Borovanger

The occupants of the house all crowded around the portable radio, they had been told that there would be a broadcast at precisely midnight contained a coded message for Cruzados across the nation, could this be it, the long awaited call to action? the radio crackled with static as the tuned in the Radio Free Borovanger"Before we begin our evening broadcast, please listen to some personal messages, "Diego's nose is broken he walked into a door on the way to the Post Office". this was it the message they had been hoping for, tomorrow they and hundreds like them would rise up and take back Borovanger from the Reds and the socialists.

 

[Bezonvaux]

Valoria, Saro Province. site of the Amphibious landing


the Black Brigade had been given the honour of being the first exiles to set foot on their homeland, they had encountered little resistance from the Prometheist Popular Militia, after all who would expect a massive naval invasion of a rural backwater in winter? the villages they had liberated welcomed them with flowers and gifts of food, with men from across the province were flocking to the loyalist banner it seemed like nothing could stop them now.

Trenviso, capital of Saro Province.

the city was in total anarchy, Cruzados had had risen up across the city and were now trying lay siege to the Saro Citizen Guard Headquarters. Augusto Valera was trapped,the White insurrectionists had surrounded the building and would soon breach the defenses the few Guards left inside the building could not hold out for long, and any reinforcements would be days away, it was over the best he could hope for was some degree of mercy he cried out" I Augusto Valera Captain of the Saro Citizen Guard Am willing to surrender If I have your assurance that we will not be harmed.

the Cruzados responded with a hail of bullets, the building fell shortly after.

 

[Tyonic Confederacy]

Of the coast of Albacente Province
3rd Flotilla, BB Lutowitz

Admiral Ronald Knacke was sitting on the bridge of the BB Lutowitz, reviewing his plans on the invasion of the northern province Albacente. He turns to the communications officer aboard the ship, "Send the message to the other ships, begin the invasion." The officer began typing in the code that would be sent to the other ships. The first wave of landing ships spurred to life and began the invasion, many of these troops were newer recruits in the first wave. Saving many of the seasoned troops for the later waves, they would also arrive with the armor.


Albacente Province
1st Expeditionary Force

The invasion began 0730, the invasion of the province of Saro has drawn much of the attention to the south, making this invasion quick. The first of the troop transports landed at approximately 0800 to face little resistance. Casualties were low, and the 5 brigades pushed the opposition south at around 1200. With the invasion begun the Flotilla quickly dropped of the supplies needed by the Brigades, lead by Major General Jakob Leitner, and began the journey home. The troops wore Borovangen uniforms to hide their true allegiance, as they marched to the first villages it was quiet. Few people showed their support, but many stayed indoors. The worst of the fighting has yet to happen.

 

[Bezonvaux]

Saro Province, the town of Gorga

The Grand-Duke Ortega looked out at the city, as much as he hated to admit it the Cruzados had done good work, Valera had fallen almost without any resistance and those Prometheists who had tried to put up a fight were quickly dealt with by the Loyalist Air-force, the celebrations upon entering the Gorga had been decidedly muted compared to the other towns and villages but he though it was hardly surprising after all being subject to intensive aerial bombardment tended to put a dampener on the peoples morale.

They would be in Treviso in a few days and with the capital taken the rest of the province would quickly fall to the Loyalists, and hopefully the rest of the nation would follow.

Albacente Province, the City of Banyuls-Sur-Mer, Red League Headquarters

Reports were coming in from across the province, the fascists had landed in Albacente. even now they were closing in on the city. the Bulk of the Red League's forces were away on the front line. with only the under-strength Workers Defense Corps available at such short notice. worse still was the news of pro fascist uprisings, these fascists insurrectionists were able to hide among the civilian populace, and the locals were stubbornly refusing to give up the terrorists despite the Leagues policy of taking hostages.

 

[Tyonic Confederacy]

Albacente Province, City of Banyuls-Sur-Mer, 1t Expeditionary Force


The city was scarcely defended as the 1st Expeditionary Force quickly besieged the city surrounding it on all sides except the sea. They had received reports of fascist insurrectionists in the city sabotaging the Defense Corps every move and assaulting patrols. Major General Jakob Leitner sat in his tent reviewing the plans when a man dressed in commoner cloths walks in with a rifle strapped to his back, "I had heard that a force of 5 brigades had landed nearby, I figured it was time start the fighting a little before you could arrive. I am Gerold Menard, the leader of the local insurrectionist group."

The General replied, "I was meaning to find you, but it seems you found me. How are the defenses of the city? How many men do you have?"

"Defenses are scarce, they probably have a good 3-4 hundred men."

"This should be an easy fight then, tell your men to be ready soon."

"Of course."

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A few hours later

In a few hours the fascist forces pushed the garrison back into their barracks, where all it took was a few well placed grenades and the garrison was defeated. The FI's (Fascist Insurrectionists) lead the way and did most of the fighting, as they knew the layout of the city and where the defenses were. They took many of the garrisons arms and explosives to replenish their own, they were then placed on defense of the city from any assaults of the city while the main forces moved closer and closer to the Capital. Their next stop, Vilablareix, the state capital.

 

[Bezonvaux]

Treviso, Saro Province.

VIVA CRISTO REY! VIVA BOROVANGER!

the cry went up from the throats of hundreds of Cruzados lining the streets as the Borovangen National Army marched into the city, royalist banners flew from every building along the main-street of the city. after a week of intense house-to-house combat the Prometheists had finally been ousted from the city, those Prometheists who had not fled the city were imprisoned in the city's jail. With Treviso taken the Borovangen National Army would be able to move against the remaining Prometheist strongholds.

 

[Telora]

Embassy of the Federal Republic of Telora
70 Mackey Boulevard
Borovanger City

"Is that the last of them?"

Ambassador Anton Sjøholt looked over the frantic staffer, clutching two armfuls of lever arch files tightly to their chest. He nodded quickly, and scuttled out into the garden, hurling them onto the large pile they had put together, in what had once been a pleasant lowered seating area. Anton had often sat there, enjoying a fine summer's eve and a glass of wine, over the many years he had served here. Now, the pit was filled with the embassy's sensitive documents - code books, telegrams from Telor City, all manner of things - and basted liberally with petrol, drawn off the tanks of the embassy's cars.

The Ambassador turned back inside, to the empty hallways. Cabinets, bookcases, lay open and empty everywhere. Yesterday, they had issued the last of the emergency visas to Teloran citizens still in the country - right now, they would be bumping down one of the last remaining roads to the coast, towards a fishing port somewhere in the south. Off the coast, there lay a Castle Line steamer, chartered by the Federal Navy, equipped with nurses, a huge soup kitchen, and a handful of marines, to gather up the dozens of Telorans who had been trapped here as the war spread rapidly.

He strode into his office, shelves stripped bare, and moved around the desk. Sliding a key out from his jacket pocket, he unlocked the hidden drawer in the front, pulling out the contents - a miniature copy of the diplomatic code book, another of the Field Manual For Diplomats, and a pocket version of the Teloran Constitution. Thumbing them gently, he closed the drawer up again, locking it and returning the key to his pocket. He walked back through the chaotic hallways, stepping out onto the back lawn.

"Sir?"

It was the same staffer as before. He looked agitated, sweating more than the weather allowed.

"Yes, Ludger?"

"We've had preliminary contact from a source who says that the Royalists will respect the embassy's grounds so long as we remain inside when they take the city."

Anton did not look at him, still thumbing the Constitution. After a moment, he spoke.

"Torch the papers, Ludger. Then bring the staff inside, we will have to clean up."

He heard the rush of flames as lit matches landed on the petrol-soaked papers in the garden as he stepped back inside, heading for his office. All he hoped now was that the final decision would come soon, and that his next telegram would reach the Foreign Ministry.

 

[Bezonvaux]

Vilablareix, Albacente Province. Borovanger.

Army Commandant Miguel Garcia was personally organizing the the defenses of the city, Ortega's thugs may have taken Banyuls-Sur-Mer with little resistance but here in Vilablareix the fascists would face a tougher challenge, it was good to feel like a soldier again these past weeks he'd been stuck behind the lines with nothing to do but brutalize peasants finally he would be fighting for the glorious revolution again. he was lost in his thoughts when an adjutant came up to him" Comrade Commandant i believe there is something you should here, according to some of our troops the fascists that took Banyuls-Sur-Mer were foreigners...we think they must be Ortega's Slavic mercenaries" Miguel thought this made sense after-all how could Ortega launch an invasion with the handful of men he had left? " no matter comrade whoever they are they are enemies of the revolution and the Borovangen people and we will drive them into the sea
".

 

[Tyonic Confederacy]

Somewhere north of Vilablareix, Albacente Province

The march south lead them through several villages which they liberated on their way to Vilablareix. The moral was high in the brigades as they continued liberating villages and winning smaller skirmishes, but the officers knew that there was a bigger fight ahead. Major General Leitner knew this, he knew that the fight in Banyuls-Sur-Mer was the easy part. The hard part would be the capital of the province, Vilablareix.

"What is the report from the scouts?" General Leitner inquired at the meeting. They had stopped moving for the night and set up camp.

"Reports are coming in that there were few insurrectionists there, the general there is a cruel, cold hearted man, sir" answered Colonel Kohlberg.

"Then it would be our honor to dispose of this cruel man, and free the peasants who he has squashed underneath his boot."

"That it will be sir."

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The Next Day


They arrived at Vilablareix at around 1300 hours and begin besieging the city. As the men got into formation and were posted they could see the troubles up ahead, the defenses and amount of men were a lot more than many of the privates expected. These men may have been rather well trained but all the training in the world would not prepare them for the actual horrors of combat. The whistle was blown, and the men marched forward. Taking cover in the buildings on the outskirts of the city, they began moving up house by house until the enemy began firing which halted the assault. They had placed machine gun nests in strategic locations, and with no natives willing to sacrifice themselves for the greater good we had to send in our own men. Some nests were more visible, and therefore more easily destroyed or taken over, than others. Some were hiding inside buildings, around corners, behind crates with just the tip of the barrel sticking out.

"MACHINE GUN NEST GET TO COVER!!" Sergeant Schreck yelled to his squad as they came under fire from a hidden machine gun nest.

"Sir I think I see where the machine gun fire is coming from," yelled Private Seelman from his cover behind some stacked boxes, "It's coming from the blue building on the second floor."

"Keen eye Seelman," shouted back Schreck, "Seelman and Abt go and infiltrate the building, use the buildings on our side for cover. The rest of us will draw his fire. GO!"

Pvt. Seelman and Pvt. Abt dashed across the street and began sprinting up to the blue building. Sgt. Schreck, Pvt. Stoltenberg, Pvt. Kornblum, and Pvt. Pfister began opening fire on the nest trying to distract it. The nest sprung to life and began firing back at them forcing them to take cover after a few seconds but their mission was accomplished. They distracted the nest long enough for them to disappear and make their way to taking out the nest. There was a four way intersection, with Seelman and Abt on one side and the nest on the other, they estimated it to be about a 6 meter dash. They looked back at their squad and gave them a sign to distract it again, they waved one of their helmets and Sgt. Schreck once again commanded his men to open fire. Pvt. Seelman and Pvt. Abt raced across the street and busted down the door. While they were distracting the nest Kornblum took 2 rounds to the shoulder and fell down screaming for the medic, luckily Pvt. Pfister was next to him and was able to begin bandaging him up.

"They're in..." The gunner assistant muttered to the gunner as he ran to grab his rifle and knocked over a table for defense.

"Alright sweep the downstairs, I'm going to check the upstairs," Seelman muttered to Abt.

Abt went left of the stairs while Seelman went up them. As he turned the corner on the staircase a bullet whizzed by him and he hid behind the corner. He gripped his rifle tightly as he reached for his locket, he angled it so he can see what was around the corner. It was just one man with a rifle behind an overturned table, he put the locket away and steeled his nerves. He turned the corner on one knee and fired his rifle and nailed the guard in the shoulder, but the guard also shot and grazed his ear. He knew there was one more up there and he also knew that he would be ready for him. He ran up the stairs and laid down behind the table and wiped some of the blood off of his ear. He peaked up and saw a hallway with 5 closed doors. He slid over the table and walked slowly to the one door where he could hear gunfire from, he cracked open the door and saw the gunner still laying down suppressive fire on his squad. He kicked open the door and opened fire on him. The gunner was slumped over the smoking gun, they regrouped downstairs of the blue building.

The battle in the city continued on in bloody street by street combat, but reached a stalemate as they started getting deeper into the city. Neither side moved as men hid behind buildings and barrels, taking pot shots at each other. The wounded were moved away from the front and moved to the rear to be treated by medical staff, tanks were refueled and restocked with ammo, and men were given much needed clips/magazines of ammo.

 

[Bezonvaux]

Vilablareix Workers Plaza, Red League Headquarters.

" I don't care how many of them there are you will continue to hold your position!" Army Commandant Garcia slammed the phone down, the fascists had managed to penetrate well into the city, luckily their assault had ground to a halt in the face of the Red Leagues spirited defense. still spirited defense of not without more men and supplies the outcome was not looking good for the Red League, they would need to go on the offensive if they wanted to have any chance of victory " Sancho go find me those plans of the sewers".

Vilablareix's extensive sewer system were a sign of its Tiburian heritage, the sewers crisscrossed the entire city and while some parts were in such disrepair that they were impassable, the rest however proved to be an excellent..if unsanitary way of travelling across the city undetected. its historical significance entirely lost on those t fifty Red League soldiers were crammed into one of sewers as they moved silently underneath the city streets towards the fascist positions.

 

[Tyonic Confederacy]

Later in the Day

Sgt. Schreck's squad, Squad 2a, was reinforced by squads 1a and 3a as well as 1 APC at the same intersection with the blue house. The privates were milling about preparing themselves for the next advance as the sergeants were talking about their next moves.

Sgt. Schreck: Continue same pattern, move up and regroup at every third intersection?

Sgt. Robersch: It's worked this far with minimal casualties, I say we go for it.

Sgt. Stieler: But the real question is, who gets the APC?

Sgt. Schreck: I'll take it if no one wants it

Unknown private: INCOMING FIRE!!

Everyone scrambles to the defenses and the firefight starts. Two men were instantly killed when the fighting started back up, Pvt's. Seelman and Abt were upstairs operating the machine gun nest.

Sgt. Schreck: The APC crew is pinned down, we gotta push them back!

Sgt. Stieler: Squad 3A on me, were going out the back door and flanking the enemy! GO!

Squad 3A moved out the back door of the building, the enemy were to busy assaulting the front of the building. They prepared their grenades, they ran across the street throwing grenades at enemy positions killing a few of them. More and more men inside the building were getting hit, another one was killed and 4 had minor wounds. The barrel of Pvt. Seelman's machine gun was smoking red as they poured more bullets out of it. Orders being shouted on both sides, the cling of empty shells hitting the floor, the bang of each bullet exploding out of the guns. This was one of many fierce firefights occurring during the counterattack. Sgt. Stieler and his men continued to push around doing quick hit and run tactics attempting to push the enemy back. More and more men kept falling, but the battle was slowly starting to turn into our favor. The enemy were being pushed back ever so slowly, the APC crew were able to open the hatch and begin opening fire with their machine gun causing more fatalities on the enemy side.

The enemy realized that they would rather live than die they retreated down the sewer grate and retreated. 7 men were lost total between the three squads, 5 wounded. 17 men of the opposing forces lay on the ground lifeless, with 9 others wounded.

Sgt. Schreck: I mean, I wouldn't go down there but it was a very smart idea.

Sgt. Robersch: My squad would go down there but we don't have a map of their sewers...

Sgt. Stieler: my men checked the bodies, no maps, their CO probably gave them instructions before leaving.

Sgt. Schreck: Looks like we will continue the normal route, wait for reinforcements and continue?

Sgt. Robersch: Yeah, my squad took quite a beating just then.

The counterattack was very effective at surprising the enemy but the assault continued after they replenished lost men. The officers knew that if this battle was going to be fought like this, then the rest will be even bloodier.

 

[Bezonvaux]

Vilablareix Workers Plaza, Red League Headquarters.

the counter-attack had failed to cause the the breakthrough the Army Commandant Garcia had hoped for, but it had slowed down the fascist advance into the city. he would have to rethink his strategy, clearly going on the offensive would not work, he had neither the men nor the supplies but if he could hold out long enough surely reinforcements would arrive.

Vilablareix

Section Commandant Ramirez hid in what remained of a shop front, they had managed to halt the fascist advance so far, but close to half his section where either dead or wounded and from what he had heard the rest of the League forces in the city were fairing little better. he and his men were lying in wait for the fascists, they might take the city but not without a fight.

 

[Tyonic Confederacy]

Vilablareix, about 1500-1600

Squads 1A, 2A, and 3A were reinforced with more men and continued their march forward toward the center of town, the plaza. Squad 2A took the APC and its crew with them while the other two squads continued on the streets next to them. They marched about another 2-3 blocks before bullets started pinging off of the APC.

Sgt. Schreck: FIND COVER!! Where are they coming from?!

Pvt. Seelman: I can't see sir I'm pinned down!

Sgt. Shreck: Dammit! Anyone has eyes on them?

Pvt. Pfister: I think its coming from that shop up ahead sir!

Sgt. Schreck: Abt and Stoltenberg on me, the rest of you stay here with the APC!

Sgt. Schreck, Pvt. Abt, and Pvt. Stoltenberg ran into an alleyway between houses to push up from a different angle leaving Pvt. Seelman, Pvt. Pfister, and Pvt. Wilhelm (Who replaced Pvt. Kornblum who was too wounded to continue.) They ran to what they thought was the shop that housed the enemy, Abt kicked down the door and the breached and cleared the first floor of the house to find no one. They exited out the house and breached the next house the find the enemy, not expecting an attack from the rear 5 enemy were shot dead. An intense firefight ensued inside the building. While the enemy were busy dealing with the rear attack Seelman lead the other two towards the building, taking cover in a building across the street they begin opening fire on the enemy. Sgt. Schreck while hiding around the corner noticed something that would ultimately cost him his life, an IED, he knew that if they wanted to take out the position someone must make the sacrifice. He handed Pvt. Abt his dog tags and said this.

Sgt. Schreck: Get out of here NOW!

Pvt. Abt: But sir?

Sgt. Schreck: NOW!

Pvt. Abt and Stoltenberg ran out the building as Sgt. Schreck steeled himself. He knew he wouldn't be able to go home to his wife, his daughter, but he would rather die fighting for the freedom of an oppressed people than to go home knowing that he failed to save these people. He turned the corner and fired a single bullet. All anyone could see was dust cloud flowed out of the building. The dust soon settled and they saw all the dead enemy, and rejoiced! As Abt and Stoltenberg returned one man short and all were quiet.

Pvt. Seelman: What happened? Where's Sgt. Schreck?

Pvt. Abt hands him the dog tags: He paid the ultimate sacrifice.

Pvt. Seelman put the dog tags in his pocket: He wouldn't want us to stand here and not complete the mission. He would want us to avenge him, he would want us to finish the job. Let's go finish that job!

All: URAH

They continued on reaching the next checkpoint, when all of the squads had arrived Sgt. Stieler and Robersch pulled Pvt. Seelman aside.

Sgt. Stieler: What happened to Sgt. Schreck?

Pvt. Seelman: He sacrificed himself, we would all be dead if it weren't for him.

Sgt. Robersch: He was a good man, he talked highly of you.

Sgt. Stieler: He did, I think we can both agree that you are now in charge of Squad 2A, Sgt. Seelman

Sgt. Seelman: Wha-what? Uh thank you sir!

Sgt. Seelman has been promoted the rank of Sgt. he now leads his squad into battle. But this next battle will be the true test of his leadership, they were within a few blocks of the Workers Plaza. These three squads have fared of better than the others, the fight for this city has been a long an brutal one for many. The three squads prepare themselves for night, they will continue the advance in the morning, with Sgt. Stieler's squad taking first watch. With the end in sight, victory will be won, but at what cost?

 

[Bezonvaux]

Vilablareix Workers Plaza, Red League Headquarters.

Army Commandant Garcia looked out at what remained of the city, the Fascists were perilously close now the defenses would not hold much longer, they had burned whatever maps and documents they had to keep them out of the fascists hands. Garcia and a few other Red League members deemed necessary to the cause were to flee the city using the old sewer network, those League members remaining where expected to give there lives for the revolution.

 

[Tyonic Confederacy]

Next morning, Vilablareix

Morning reveille awoken many of the sleeping troops, except Squad 2A. As they had last watch. They had their breakfast and coffee, the advanced to the Workers Plaza. They had gotten this far, they knew they could finish the job. Currently they were assaulting at two sides, the east and the north, each manned by two regiments. The end was near for the defenders as many of the defenses lay deserted.

Sgt. Seelman: Alright men, we're almost there. Two more blocks then we reach the plaza.

As they approached the forward APC exploded in a fiery ball, it tripped an IED and slowed the advance, but not enough as the battle for the Workers Plaza commenced. Squad 2A had the honor of being the first in, many in that squad also paid the ultimate sacrifice. They rushed forward and began opening fire on the defenders, they continued to push until they reach a building before the Plaza. That is where they held for the vehicle support to come and aid them, and once it came they surged forward hiding behind trees and statues. Taking down as many of them as they could. They killed a total of a good 12-24, but only Sgt. Seelman and Pvt. Abt remained at the end of the fight, Pvt. Pfister died trying to revive Pvt. Stoltenberg. Pvt.Wilhelm was riddled with holes from a machine gun nest, and Pvt. Brauner was shot in the head when he turned the corner to advance. The enemy were well entrenched but lacked the numbers to use the defenses to their advantage.

In the end many men lost their lives on both sides, but Army Commandant Garcia lost too many men to hold Vilablareix. Geotri had yet another victory, but the final battle was yet to come. Both sides learned a valuable thing, Geotrian troops learned that the enemy fought dirty. Using IED's and hidden machine gun nests, they would do anything to defend themselves. And the enemy learned that an outside party was assisting Grand-Duke Ortega, but they knew not who or why.

 

[Korystia]

Approximately 0530 Hours, February 5th, 1957

As morning arrived, the Korystian soldiers slowly awoke from their dormant states. Many men slept on the ground last night, as the result of losing a bet regarding the results of the final of the Korystian Football Association Cup. One soldier sat up in his bunk bed, fumbling to find his toiletries. He was what many other experienced soldiers called a 'tight end,' due to his limited combat experience and his unflinching determination to stick to military protocol. The cabin reeked of sweat, as many soldiers simply did not want to take showers. A group of men ascended the staircase to the deck of the ship to attend briefing. The sky was a shade of grayish-blue that day, as if the arrival of the first wave of Korystian troops on the beaches of northern Borovanger was not scheduled to happen in 2 hours.

 

[Korystia]

0730 Hours, February 5th, 1957

The small boats carrying the first wave of Korystian men rocked along the waters as they finally arrived on the shores of Borovanger, and the Korystian men spilled out on to the beaches like ants. The men met some resistance as the Korystian soldiers engaged in a firefight with a few hundred Red League soldiers who were at a village near the beach. An IED went off during the firefight, killing 7 Korystian soldiers. However, the Korystian soldiers responded with a hail of bullets and grenades. The Red League soldiers killed 19 Korystian soldiers before 48 of their soldiers were killed. The remaining Red League forces temporarily regrouped at a church, and then retreated, presumably towards Pravia. The Korystian soldiers then regrouped, emptied the sand out of their boots, and started to head for Pravia.

 

[Bezonvaux]

Saulot City, the Workers Parliament, Red League Headquarters.

men were running to and through, the entire building was in a state of disarray, ever since the landings in Pravia the Red Leagues high command was scrambling to act, already heads were rolling..and not just in the figurative sense already several leading Red League members had been executed for " failing the workers state". there was a line of orderlies outside Chairman de Maquedas office, all shuffling in order to be behind the man in front...the Chairman had a legendary temper and none of the orderlies were willingly to risk being the target of his rage.

 

[Bezonvaux]

Saro Province, the Novelda line.

the Prometheists had managed to regroup since their defeat at Treviso, and had hastily constructed a line of fortifications around the town of Novelda, and the Black Brigade had been the honour of leading the advance. Captain Tejada looked out at his men, all veterans of the first revolution, all eager for revenge against those who had stolen their country from them. he looked at his watch, it was time for the assault a cry went up from the men as the charged towards the Prometheists positions " VIVA CRISTO REY, VIVA ORTEGA!".

It was all over fairly quickly, once they had reached the Prometheists lines most of the militia had thrown down their arms and surrendered with only a few loyalists dead , Tejada would have liked to have shot them where they stood but the Grand-Duke's orders at been explicit this was a war of liberation and as such the Prometheist militias had to been treated according to international law, the Grand-Duke had failed however to include any instructions relating to the Red League.

 

[Bezonvaux]

Pravia,Tremere

Acting Army Commandant Luis Santana has explicit order to" hold Pravia at all costs, to drive the Fascists back into the sea" this was proving hard to accomplish, the Fascists had launched naval landings up and down the coast and try as he might he did not have enough men to defend against this latest naval attack, fight the the fascists already in Albacente and the combat the various insurrectionist movements popping up all over the region. no If he were to have any chance he would have to fall back and regroup with other Red League forces otherwise he would be trapped in Pravia by two Fascists armies and he would not see his men throw away their lives.
" give the order to the men, we are retreating, tell them to booby-trap as much as they can, after all if they want the city so bad, they can have whats left of it".

hopefully the Chairman was in a forgiving mood, if not well at least his men would survive to fight another day.