Okada, Aquiląnia District, Zoygaria
Gunshots echoed through the forests outside of Okada. The war had begun. The wails of sirens overwhelmed the densely populated city as thousands of people were evacuated towards the shelters. The streets were in utter chaos: doors to houses lay strewn open from panicked occupants, people of every race, eitnicty, gender, and age flooded the streets in a mass exodus from their homes. Okada was quickly on the road to prosperity, and gained the unofficial title of "Zoygaria's Most Inclusive City." Now, this was all destined to change. Screams and frightened yells emanated from the streets and alleyways as the massive blob of people cascaded towards the newly built hurricane shelters, several of which were unfinished. The fact of the matter was, the entire city was unfinished. Skyscrapers lay dormant, their scaffolding still being placed, and worst of all, Okada's perimeter of defences was primitive at best. A mile or so of trench and three reinforced bunkers were the only "emplacements," with two watchtowers defending the outskirts of the city. The forest, Okada's Ulmian border, was virtually uninhabited save for the trenches and bunkers. It was going to be a slaughter.
Governor Javek was halfway out the door of the Capitol before he stopped himself. He had to ponder his own actions, and he looked down in shame. He had almost done an unforgivably cowardly act, in his eyes. He stood at the door to the capitol, holding it open.
"Everyone on the outside!" he yelled. "If the bunkers fill, seal the doors and retreat to the capitol building as quickly as you can! These walls may not be bulletproof, but it's a lot better than sitting outside."
He quickly dialed Commander VorieÁki, Commander of the Zoygarian 5th Army stationed in Okada.
. . .
"Blast," he thought. "They've already been engaged..."
He immediately dialed Vostok. With the crackling of guns in the near distance, he only grew more distraught. The war was here.
Okada, Outskirts, Zoygaria
The crackling of guns set every soldier on edge: it was the sound they had been anticipating, yet nonetheless dreading. Within mere moments, the entire forest was alive with activity. Troops scrambled this way and that, carrying munitions and loading the cannons. Commander VorieÁki shot out from the war room so fast, his phone came flying from his pocket, meekly buzzing on the ground. The orders came from the Commander: shoot everything not Zoygarian, hold the line at any cost. If they breach our defences, plug the hole. If they drive us back, retreat to the city: do not let them take it. The din of shouting and barking orders was almost as deafening as the approaching guns...
"I can't believe it... I still can't believe it..."
"I can't believe the grey's are actually crazy enough to attack us! I'll have whatever their Commander's on."
"It's all happening so fast, Ió"
Shells tore the earth asunder as bullets rained from the trees. The Zoygarians returned fire, shooting everything that moved. The Zoygarian 5th Army, a group of 500 men and no vehicles plus a local Aquilonnian militia of 70 men was all that stood between Ulm and Okada. Gritting their teeth, the troops awaited the charge.