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Leopoldo Duhalde's world was turning to shit, his Correntine counterpart had been blown to kingdom come, the streets were a fucking warzone with gangsters and police fighting over the city's landmarks. Still these degenerate criminals controlled large swathes of the city and indeed within in the rest of the mandate's territory. Not that he was surprised, Monterrey's miserable excuse for a security service were riddled with corruption and weakness. No what he needed were men loyal to him, of course die-hard Integralists were thin on the ground but he knew of a few of the major landowners who were men of good morals, and of course the he could count on the churches support especially in the country.

" Manuel, get Don Felipe on the phone....call Don Hernado and the Archbishop too". Leopoldo yelled out to his assistant. He pulled out a cell phone from his desk, he needed to contact his masters in Gran-Occidentia too this opportunity to seize Monterrey was simply too good to pass up.


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Esteban was not a violent man, but he was a poor one. He had missed the last two months rent and his family was in danger of losing their homestead, that is until Don Felipe had come to the village saying that every man who went to the capital and joined Governor Duhaldes new auxiliary police force would receive 10,000 Quiris from his own pockets,

So that was how Esteban had ended up in a shabby blue uniform with an a rifle nearly as old as he was dodging bullets from criminals.
 
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Outskirts of Naccos, Southwestern Estados Unidos de Corrientes

Gustavo Castillo surveyed the Correntino city behind him, apparently admiring the view of it as the sun set behind him to the west, bathing the urban center with a warm, orange glow. Dressed in a rather dusty tropical shirt with practical cargo shorts and well-worn hiking boots, he had the look of a student touring southern Corrientes from San Jose, his brown skin and close-cropped black hair giving away his origins. He even had his phone out, a relatively cheap smartphone, as though he were taking a picture to post to DagerroGram for a #bellovista photo, one of thousands posted seemingly everyday. It was a believable sight, especially with the standard black backpack resting by his feet, and his cheap but reliable motorcycle parked next to him.

He was anything but a tourist. An argument could be made of him being a student though, but his curriculum involved less academics and more practical matters such as cocaine smuggling.

He was on a mission to pick up a shipment of cocaine from bordering Monterrey, and he would be crossing the border after the sun set to maximize his chances of not getting caught by border patrol. Not that they were hard to avoid anyway, Monterrey's law enforcement was legendarily corrupt and stretched thin as it was. Given the recent violent protests in Embarcadero, their focus was internal rather than external, an excellent time to make some money.

True, it was a dangerous time to be moving around illicit drugs, especially with Montano blood all riled up as it was being spilled on the ground, but when was it not dangerous? Besides, it was in Gustavo's blood, Josefino tradition, to move around substances that the rest of the world found distasteful at best, how could he not stick his hands and nose into trouble?

With a mischievous smirk, he turned away from Naccos and towards his future profit, putting the backpack once again on his shoulders and bringing the old motorcycle to life. He had to keep moving, making sure never to stay in one place too long. His job was not to attract attention, only meet with his contact in Acahay, in the dead center of Monterrey, and pick up the valuable package to take across the border into Gran-Occidentia. From there, he'd hand it off to another contact and get his money. Where it went from there mattered little to Gustavo.

People were going to get high no matter what, people died regardless of circumstances. As far as Gustavo was concerned, his role was to make his life as lucrative as possible, so he might as well get involved in the chaos that was Monterrey.
 
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Embarcadero had always been a vibrant city, that's what Alejandro Martinez always love about it. The city was alive, dangerous sometimes but beautiful in its own way. Not anymore. Alejandro's little corner store had been in his family for generations and even in the bad times he had never considered moving, and so he had stayed his little corner store a bastion of normalcy in a world gone mad.

The vaqueros and peasants who made up the new auxiliary police weren't too bad, just hired hands doing a job and trying to survive, he could empathize with that. Some of them where even decent men, some rare ones even paid when they frequented his store.

The Integralists though were a different matter, hard bastards. the avenues surrounded the governor generals office had been an unsavory new nickname " The Orchard". from the tree lined avenues new stranger fruits grew, cartel members, common criminals and anyone else deemed " degenerate". That was world Alejandro heard more and more " degenerate" seemed to mean anyone and anything the Integralists hated.

No the city had changed, everywhere people where afraid. they averted their eyes especially when around "the Orchard". Alejandro didn't think it was possible but he had finally reached his breaking point, he would leave the city maybe the country even. Any sane man would.


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There had always been a constant trickle of material from Gran-Occidentia into the mandate, everyone knew, but the government in Puerto Angeles always maintained enough deniability to distance themselves from any weapons or supplies that made their way into the mandate. Now however was different, the trickle had become a flood. The trucks never stopped day or night row upon row entered the mandate, where exactly no one knew at least not yet.
 

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"Embarcadero was a disaster," said Subcomandante Fernando, a small mestizo man, with a buzz cut and a shortly trimmed moustache. "They used drones, not helicopters as El Espectador said," he continued, looking the other subcommanders in the eyes, but avoiding the gaze of Jaguarcito. They were all surrounding a table with two maps, one for the whole country and another one of Embarcadero.

"They don't have drones," Jaguarcito replied. He too was a short mestizo man, with short dark hair. His nickname was a mixture of his strong will and huge strength, which seemed at odds with his short stature. "They used civilian ones... I told you to not use mortars, but RPGs, and here we are, we now lost them and 20 men. This is on you, Fernando... But either way, what we set to do was acomplished. We have showed ourselves to the world and showed both the collaborationists and Puerto Angeles that we can hit even in Embarcadero, in their heart," he continued. He took the map of the city, outlining with his index finger the Port of Embarcadero and the adjacent slum city. "This is Ciudad Perdida, where most of the lower class supports Gran Occidentia, because they are selling them dreams, with their integralist syndicalism, even if they just enslave them, while also buying them out with small subsidies. Firing mortars from here was a folly..." he made a pause, and then outlines the eastern half of the city. "This is Pueblo Verde and La Candelaria. Here people live decent lives, and they support us. I have been in contact with members of the Self Defence Groups and we will make those areas no-go zones for the National Guard and the Gran Occidentians, because people here are proud, they don't like Occidentians and they hate them even more for the humiliation of becoming Tapenaga. Probably to pacify it, they will need to detonate the whole Cerro Verde, the hills upon the two districts are built upon," he said.

"Acahay should be our next target, because it's literally on the valley that crosses the mountains, the only one which can connect the two lowlands in the country, the border one to the north and the coastal one. We should attack it in force, take it quickly and then divide the country in two, pretty much isolating the coast and Embarcadero," said Subcomandante Laura, probably the fiercest in the group.

"No, they will defend that valley with everything they have, especially because it's literally the only lifeline of the coast and Embarcadero with the north, especially with the border of Gran Occidentia. But what I want, is to sabotage the hell out of it. Laura, you're good for this. Grupo 13 de Junio will do this. Your mission will be to set up camp here, in the Nevadas Mountains on the eastern slopes of the Acahay Valley, and detonate the bridges of the highway along the valley. Attack enemy patrols, but be sure that you have the element of surprise and that you can quickly overwhelm them, always be sure that you dictate the tempo, and never forget to use elastic defences if needed. Retreat into the mountain if you see the attack is going bad. I don't need you to lose men for nothing, but I want to keep them on edge while disrupting transport in the valley," said Jaguarcito, as Subcomandante Laura nodded.

"I want Grupo San Jose to remain on the northern side of the mountain," Jaguarcito continued, as he addressed Subcomandante Pablo. "You will provide us with defence along the north if they plan to attack, as we have the cover of the Correntines up there, so they can't fully cut us off unless they want a war with the Estados Unidos de Corrientes. The other groups, Rafael Franco and Gaspar Rodrigues, which are led by Subcomandantes Alejandro and Fernando, will begin with me, the Correntine volunteers, a few of the campesino militias a march across the mountains, to take over the eastern half of the coast, our goal being to reach the two districts I mentioned before in Embarcadero, so that we can truly bring the fight to the heart of Monterrey, on the coast. If we manage to do that, while Pablo covers our back and Laura delays them and makes crossing the valley to the coast a nightmare, we can win this war," said Jaguarcito.

"But, Comandante, how are we to cross the mountains? The terrain is rugged and impossible to cross in such big numbers. Two groups and the campesino militias would pretty much mean nearly 7,000 people, two brigades," said Subcomandante Alejandro.

"Yes, but we will divide our groups, I imagine in about 25 columns, we will cross the first peaks along the rivers Piridebuy, Confuso and Mandujira, then go down along the valley of River Pilcomayo, and then we will cross the Monte Lindo peaks along the lanes the shepherds take, so as to go down towards Haciendas Cafetera and Rio Negro, owned by our friends, where we will meet with the campesinos militias. So the mountain crossing is just for our two armed groups, so roughly 5,000 men," said Jaguarcito.

"The Valley of the Pilcomayo is pretty much indigenous territory, we might not be fully welcome there," said Subcomandante Alejandro.

"Even so, we must try it, for it we manage this, we will have two great victories. We would have moved much of our forces south, within reach of Embarcadero, we would take them by surprise for they would imagine that we won't go through the perilous peaks and if we manage to show the indigenistas that we are friendly, we might get some more sympathisers and volunteers on the way," said Jaguarcito. "Laura, it is your duty to distract the enemy by harassing the valley, so that they would imagine we're preparing to attack from there," he continued.

The commanders nodded in approval. They knew that this is the best shot for them to take control of Monterrey.
 

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Embarcadero, Palace of the President.

"Those bastards have finally shown themselves, fucking" El Jaguarcito", we must not let the rebels regroup we must regain the momentum and go on the offensive, strike swiftly and without mercy." Leopoldo Duhalde was a criollo man of average height, with a shaven head and a body that was steadily turning from muscle to fat now that the life of a Integralist street brawler was far behind him. Duhalde was surrounded by his war council in the basement of the Palace of the President. Don Aureliano Camacho, nominal chief of the ranchers who made up the bulk of his support in the province, the Don cut a dashing figure in a pale linen suit with his beard and moustache waxed to perfection, every inch the paragon of Occidentian aristocracy . Maximino de Arredondo was there too, an old comrade and fellow Integralist, greying and scarred but still deadly and easily among the most dangerous men in Tapenagá. The fourth man was Joaquín Almazán, a metizo setting him apart from his criollo counterparts, leader of the Nobles guerreros del trabajo the largest of Tapenagá's National-Syndicalist trade unions.

Duhalde knew that Don Camacho of course had little to no influence in the city itself, he relied on the numerous ranches and estates of the north where he and his fellow aristos ruled like feudal lords, in the battle for Embarcadero he would be of little use. " Don Almazán, you and your comrades are well respected in the city, gather as many men as you can for an attack, De Arredondo's Integralists and will join you". At this Duhalde pointed to a map of the city "Pueblo Verde and La Candelaria that is where we must strike. we must cleanse our city of traitors, no doubt the everyone there is a rebel sympathizer so I will happily allow your men carte blanche to reappropriate and redistribute the wealth of these secessionists". Duhalde saw the Metizo's eyes light up at that, no doubt the promise of quick riches would swell the numbers of volunteers and provide suitable inspiration.

" Now Don Camacho I want you and your companions to raise as many men as possible and with support from the Garrison and National Guard strike the haciendas of the south, burn the property of every traitor to the ground I want them to have no possible means of shelter from the locals, they must learn to shelter a rebel is to lose their home". He knew the southern plantation owners were deep in Corriente's pockets alienating them further would be no real loss, but above all Embarcadero must be held and held tightly.
 

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Valle de Acahay, 15th of June

Subcomandante Laura led her group in quite the trek along the eastern slopes from the northern lowlands, along the river, managing to avoid, to her biggest surprise, many National Guard and Gran Occidentian patrols. Even so, her problems started immediately after moving in the mountains. The only place they considered safe from patrols was swampy and it meant an excess of mosquitos and potential illnesses. She order her lieutenants to scatter along the peaks, so as to not create a single camp for the whole group, and while she left many behind to build the camp, she took about 200 guerrilleros with her for the initial raid.

Laura set her eyes on a tunnel along the North-South Highway of Monterrey, which was crossing the Valley. If she managed to collapse it, she could truly disrupt any transport between the northern lowlands and the southern coast. She ordered some of her men to take dynamite and plastic explosives they received from the Corrientine National Armed Forces, and they started descending the mountain towards one of the portals of the tunnel. She didn't even manage to descend more than ten metres from her hiding spot, that the wood of the trees around her started cracking as they were hit by bullets, with faraway rifle sounds. They were spotted. She ordered the men to take cover, but it was an extremely bad situation, as they were in the open in a very difficult terrain that they had to cross, and it felt like they were getting shot at from along the berm of the road. A lieutenant of hers, Roberto Ortega, ordered his men forward, leading them out of the difficult terrain towards the berm of the road, so that they take cover, even if they were running towards the enemy fire. She then thought that the whole surprise effect was lost, as it was them falling into the ambush not the other way around. Clearly the Gran Occidentians knew that the valley road was extremely important and guarded it dearly.

She ordered her men to retreat, so that they can regroup and rethink their strategy, as they still could without the Occidentians managing to track them with the big distance between them. She and her troops took extreme efforts to hide their tracks, as the battle still raged along the valley. She never say Roberto Ortega and his men again and she knew that her and her men managed to retreat with them former coving them.

The Eastern Nevadas, 15th of June

Subcomandantes Alejandro and Fernando were tasked with crossing the Nevada Mountains in what probably was one of the most difficult operations within the the whole National Revolutionary Army, as they had to go through complete wilderness, crossing the first of the two parallel ranges of the Nevadas through the valleys of the Piridebuy and then the Confuso rivers, to reach the main river of the eastern Nevadas, the Mandujira River, in this valley, they might meet with either indigenist militias that were a complete unknown, as they were not contacted by El Jaguarcito and nobody knew if they would be hostile or friendly, and might meet with the coca labs of the Silvanos Cartel, which would clearly be hostile to the potential discovery of their stashes. Once crossing the Mandujira, they had to climb across the Montes Lindos' peaks, the second of the two parallel and then to go down the slopes, reaching Hacienda Cafetera and Rio Negro, the biggest coffee plantations in the nations, aligned to the nationalist movement.

To stagger their forces, Alejandro and Fernando went on two different parallel routes, Alejandro more to the west, bordering the sector occupied by Subcomandante Laura's forces, and Fernando much more safer in the east, close to the borders. In the morning, Alejandro pushed for an immediate crossing of the Piridebuy, but rains in the mountains made it impossible as the river was engorged and extremely violent. He ordered his men to make makeshift underwater bridges, using rocks, but at some point Alejandro lost five men when their construction collapsed and they were taken by the waters. For the rest of the day, he ordered his men to cut trees and form a normal bridge afterwards.

At the same time, Fernando and his group didn't force the crossing of the Piridebuy, but rather continued upstream, until he managed to find a ford, but the rains that fell have also made crossing the Confuso river extremely hard. Like Alejandro, he too ordered his men to cut trees to form a bridge, but the at the first attempt it collapsed, and they lost two men, as they drowned in the water. For much of the day they tried again, only very late in the evening, a decent one being done so that the river could be crossed. Compared to Alejandro, Fernando was a much harder man, as he was a Regiomontano, but he lived much in Corrientes, and worked in his youth in an emerald mine in Corrientes. He ordered his men to continue the crossing, leading them from the front. They managed to cross the Mandujira and then made use of the clear night and the full moon to go over the peaks of the Montes Lindos, without meeting with any other hostiles, but a few llama herders in the mountains.

Campo Hortensia, 16th of June, evening

El Jaguarcito was surrounded by his aides, looking at the map of Monterrey. With them was Subcomandante Pablo, whose group had the easiest task, to guard the north eastern lowlands, which was friendly territory leading into Corrientes, but also Major Ricardo Dengra Aguayo, a Correntine military officer, working as an undercover DAS (Departamento Administrativo de Seguridad, the Correntine secret services), and as an attaché.

"We received reports from fierce battles in the city, and in the south," El Jaguarcito said. He was using a satellite phone to keep in touch with friendly units, while using Correntine radios that used an encryption service to keep in touch with the groups of the National Revolutionary Army. "It seems that militias of the syndicates in Embarcadero have joined forces with local Integralist factions and have tried to assault the Pueblo Verde and the La Candelaria districts in the capital. The Auto-Defence Units seems to have made great use of the narrow streets and the hilly nature of the eastern half of the city and have managed to stop them, but they had serious losses. They built barricades effectively cutting the city in two. We will need to move quickly to aid them," said Jaguarcito.

"The integralists might use everything they have against them, send the National Guard and even the Gran Occidentian military against them," said Pablo. "No, they won't they will present it as a civil war and need to do so, should they send the National Guard or the Occidentian units against them, they know that we will present it a genocidal war of Puerto Angeles against the people of Monterrey, or in their rhetoric, their own citizens in Tapenaga," said Ricardo Dengra, the Correntine attaché. "That will make us go crazy in the international scene and truly gain the support of the Federation of Westernesse against them," he continued. "Yes, as of yet things are quiet, the integralists too had significant losses," said Jaguarcito.

"I have just received a report, just a few minutes ago from Subcomandante Fernando. His unit managed to cross the Nevadas, and came down the mountains towards Hacienda Cafetera right when ranchero militias were attacking it. He said that they used technicals, mounting machineguns on the backs of pickup trucks. Painted the logo of the Trade Union of Coffee Growers on them to say they're friendly and then attacked the hacienda. They managed to take the locals by surprise, but when the units of the National Revolutionary Army arrived, they retreated. It seems that about 30 campesino militas were killed and about 60 wounded. The integralists lost three trucks and about 10 men and left behind in their retreat about 15 wounded," said Jaguarcito.

"Quite the losses in the last days..." commented the Correntine. "Yes, about 20 with Laura getting ambushed, and now nearly 90 at the Haciendas. The numbers from Embarcadero are sketchy, but about 200 or so it is believed. Even so, we knew what we're going into and until we form the fronts as we imagined, we knew they will have the upper hand. Now, at least we've got Fernando's group in the south, at the Haciendas, even if they are exhausted and for a while they will be unable to do anything in the offensive, so I ordered him to guard the haciendas and provide aid to the campesinos, while they wait for Alejandro and recover," said Jaguarcito.

"There's also the issue with San Jose now putting pressure to cease fire so we can mediate," said Subcomandante Pablo. "Yes... this actually helps us. We need some time to cross the mountains with Alejandro's men, and for Fernando's to recover before they reach the eastern fringes of Embarcadero to aid our men there. It is time for us to tell the world that we would be glad to not fight the war," said Jaguarcito.
 

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Pueblo Verde and La Candelaria, Embarcadero, 16th of June9

The attack had started off well, the Integralist militias formed the vanguard and had stormed into the two districts, the Integralists and Syndicalist militias swarmed into the two neighbours dismantling the barricades the local rebels had erected. However as the attack continued it began to falter. The lack of coordination and communication between the disparate elements that made up the assault began to break down, worse still as the momentum of the assault falter the rebel Self Defence Groups managed to rally a defense stopping the now anarchic assault dead in its tracks as units found themselves forced either dig in or retreat. finally some hours after it had started much of the eastern half of the city was in ruins and neither side had gained the upper hand, night fell over a divided city.

Haciendas Cafetera and Rio Negro 16th of June

The attack on the southern haciendas was more successful, bands of Rancheros descended in a swarm upon the south intent on chasing down the rebels and taking revenge for the attack on Embarcadero. Mounted on technicals, trucks and even on horseback the rancheros were lightly armed and aside from the various pistoleros hired by the patrones most were not soldiers, merely the latest in a long line of peasants levied to fight on behalf of their betters. Many of the rancheros resented being sent so far from home so when another column of rebels appeared many deciding that discretion was the better part of valour retired leaving the rebel forces bloodied but largely intact.


Embarcadero, Palace of the President. 16th of June

"Why am I surrounded by fucking imbeciles, can none of you sons of whores beat a pack of farmers and fucking assholes from the suburbs"!
President Duhalde raged at his advisors, he had been promised a series of quick victories, he had been promised as much by those around him, now he watched as the fawned and made excuses. "
Shut up all of you, no more excuses, no more delays. Maximino, you will secure the city, I will transfer two battalions of the Gran-Occidentian garrison to your command. You will break through, you will succeed I don't care how just do it. Don Camacho your men will prepare for another assault, this time you will have greater air support, I expect your men to stand and fight this time I don't care how much you have to pay them just make sure they don't run". Duhalde pointed at the map on the table in front of them" Don Camacho you will continue south, harass the enemy make sure they do not have a moment's peace, show them no mercy. Don Almazán, Maximino you will attack again the eastern districts again with support from the garrison I expect you to succeed, the garrison and National Guard have tear gas use it, choke the bastards in their rat holes. I will request more men and arms from Puerto Angeles, I believe that reinforcements are already on their way but it always pays to have more than you need".
 

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The Eastern Nevadas, early morning 17th of June

Subcomandante Alejandro managed to cross the Piridebuy on the wooden bridges his soldiers created. The crossing of the Confuso took place with no issues and quickly reached the Mandujira Valley, in the centre of the Nevadas. The group was preparing to cross the Mandujira and begin the ascent on the Montes Lindos, like Fernando's group did the days before, but Alejandro spotted an armed ragtag group patrolling. The nationalists brandished their guns, many believing they were rancheros, but Alejandro called them out and asked them to surrender their guns. The group patroling quickly quickly armed their guns too, pointing them at Alejandro and his group. Even in this standoff, Alejandro didn't back down, and called them to surrender again. This time, observing the sheer size of the Group Gaspar Rodrigues, which numbered about 2,500 men, the patrol backed down and surrendered its weapons.

Some of his lieutenants were adamant on keeping them hostages, but Alejandro went to them and once he found out they were part of the Indigenist Socialist Revolutionary Movement, he decided to make a detour, for it was time to meet with the leaders of the movement.

Campo Hortensia, 17th of June

"So the ceasefire was clearly exclusively unilateral," commented Ricardo Dengra, the Correntine agent. "It seems so... I spoke with Pablo and he said we should still keep it so that we show the world that we want peace, and the Gran Occidentians don't, but I decided against it," said Jaguarcito. He took out a map of the city of Embarcadero.

"The districts of Pueblo Verde and La Candelaria have been overwhelmed and pretty much destroyed. Ruined, raped, pillaged, killed off," he said. "I ordered our allies from the Embarcadero Self-Defence Groups to withdraw from the city, even if they could still defend some parts of the districts, but they were exhausted and depleted, so they helped civilians take refuge. I will play this raping of the city against the Occidentians, and I will need Corrientes for this too," said Jaguarcito as he addressed Major Dengra directly.

"If we tell the world what happened in Embarcadero, it would be easy to understand that we're the good guys and the Occidentians the monsters," said Jaguarcito, taking a brief break, to check the map of Monterrey. "If we wait now, we will only allow the Occidentians to bring even more soldiers and guns into the country, so it's time to go all out with everything we have. I will have both Pablo and Laura attack. Pablo will raid the north, as I want him to mine the lands and attack some guard posts along the highway connecting Gran-Occidentia to Monterrey, while I want Laura to destroy bridges and tunnels along the Valley. It's time to truly choke them," said Jaguarcito.
 

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Three vans, just recently rented from a local dealership were driving along the very busy Carrera 0 in central Callao. For a few minutes they stopped in front of the Embassy of the Free State of Monterrey, where the vans stopped, with the drivers going out and laying flowers on top of the ones which were lain by the peace marchers that were there yesterday. They then continued their drive, two more blocks, where the embassy of the People's State of Gran Occidentia war located. The vans stopped on the 2nd lane, as the first lane was always blocked by parked cars, disrupting the flow of traffic, but the second they stopped armed men jumped out of them, wearing dark green uniforms, with balaclavas covering their faces, and armed with submachine guns and explosives, running over the sidewalk and storming the embassy.

Traffic immediately stopped with many drivers doing anything possible to turn around and save themselves, while pedestrians ran away, screaming, frightened and in shock, as such images weren't seen in the country since 1984, during the year of the four coups d'etat. The guards at the embassy, some were Gran Occidentian military police, but between them were also Correntine DAS officers, who received orders to guard the embassy since the war started, were taken by surprise, getting shot at, but they were overwhelmed initially.

One of the attackers threw around flyers with the banners of the Movimiento Revolucionario Socialista Indígena (Indigenous Socialist Revolutionary Movement), the Regiomontano native revolutionary movement, which was created during the end of the Mandate era, but until now remained quiet regarding the current situation. The MRSI fighters quickly stormed the building, one of them being shot by the security guards, but they managed to take control of the lobby, killing four Gran Occidentian guards and a DAS agent. During this time, the Occidentian ambassador and the personnel started evacuating the embassy through the garden behind the building.

The MRSI fighters stormed the rooms around the ground floor, being delayed as security guards stood their ground valiantly, even against the extreme firepower they attackers had from their submachine guns, compared to the pistols the used. By the time the MRSI fighters secured the ground floor, they lost two men, and killed ten Occidentans and three Correntines. They attacked afterwards the first flood, where some more security guards resisted, but even if in the end the MRSI managed to secure the embassy, from the first floor they saw that the last of the non-armed personnel were taking cover on the other side of the garden, and police sirens could be heard in the distance. Some were disheartened, as they did everything by the book, and even secured the embassy with little casualties, something that even them didn't expect, they failed, as they planned to take the embassy personnel hostage and use the ambassador, who was a cousin of Caudillo Reyes of Gran Occidentia as an exchange chip to force the withdrawal of the Occidentans from Monterrey.

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Sebastián Jesus Campos Villa was a colonel of the DAS and he was immediately alerted that there is a code black, the highest level of alert in Carrera 0. Because of the importance of that road as it housed most of the foreign embassies in Corrientes, but also it lead right into Plaza Nacional where the headquarters of the Congress, government and Presidency were situated, this was an extremely grave violation of national security, and it meant everything had to be mobilised to sort it out.

He quickly took his gun and his badge and ran out of his office, along him, many other agents were running towards the cars. "Coronel, it's the embassy of Gran Occidentia, it's been outright assaulted and there are multiple deaths!" shouted a captain, Campos' driver. In 20 minutes since the initial call, the DAS formed a convoy of ten armoured SUVs, each filled with soldiers armed to the teeth. "Jaguarcito and his bandits?" asked Campos. "I can't imagine anyone else!" the driver responded.

The convoy was on its way when Sebastián Campos heard on the radio that even the garrison of Callao was put on alert, with the police and even the National Army on its way to the embassy. The echoes of the sirens could be heard all around downtown Callao as the DAS convoy arrived on the scene on Carrera 0, immediately after the police. As they arrived, they witnessed the police taking fire from inside the embassy.

As they went out of and took cover, a policeman came to Sebastián Campos, "Señor, it's a new group! Communists from Monterrey!" he shouted over the gun fire. "Are there hostages in the embassy?" Campos shouted back. "Negative! They managed to escape during the initial assault!" the policeman was ready to say something more, but the sound of the engine of a police helicopter flying over them covered his voice. "It's one of yours, do you have frequencies with it?" asked Campos pointing at the helicopter. The policeman nodded. "Tell them to not open fire, as it's a critical environment!" he shouted.

Campos then went to one of his lieutenants. "Okay, it's not fully catastrophic, there are no hostages, so it's time to unleash hell!" he said. The DAS fast response units were joined by some military and policemen, and while some security forces remained on Carrera 0, providing covering fire and attracting the attention of the MRSI fighters, while a group jumped the fence on the right side of the compound, where the embassy building had no windows, while another was going through the back. Using flash grenades, the security forces managed to catch the terrorists by surprise, quickly neutralising them on the ground floor.

As they went on the first floor, they used them again, but everything complicated more with flammable materials catching fire from the use of the flashbangs. Even so, the security forces went room by room in search of terrorists, two DAS officers were wounded and a policeman killed during the recovery of the embassy. In the end, out of a total of 25 attackers, 23 were dead, two non-fatally wounded and surrendered, while the security forces had 13 casualties in the initial assault and 3 in the second.
 
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