NS deleted half of my RP post >:(
Had to re-write and make up new stuff, enjoy I guess
Okada, Ourskirts, Zoygaria
Whst began as a simple back and forth quickly devolved into an all out firefight. Men who could not reach the safety of the emplacements quick enough dropped left and right, and those who did were greeted with the sight of a much larger force in front of them.
"Get those cannons in better position, and get me some men that can actually aim!"
Despite the conditions and rather disarrayed look of the emplacements, morale was relatively high. It had been decades since Zoygaria had been to war, and her armies were aching to prove themselves as worthy of the history they shared, living out the stories passed down from parent to child.
"Kha! Is that the best they've got? The bunkers aren't even feeling a tickle."
"Shut it, Szokieći."
"What happens if we can't hold them back?"
"Then tonight we dine in hell, brother."
"Whatever awaits us, I'm buying you all a drink."
"Less talking, more shooting. As hilarious as I think you are, we've got a city to defend and grey's to repel. On your feet!"
The bunkers didn't look like much, but looks could be deceiving. 2Ż feet of reinforced concrete and steel nestled in the tree infested hills made for quite a difficult box to open up. Scattered about the trenches and treeline were machinegun pillboxes whose sole purpose was to rain down hellfire upon their foes. The treeline made it impossible for tanks and other heavy artillery to penetrate, so cannons, mortars, and light artillery were the only such devices observed on either side. The soldiers that were not entrenched were either cannoneers or sentries, the sentries whose job was to alert the entrenched soldiers of an impending charge, and to halt outflanking maneuvers. However, the defences paled in comparison to other military positions of the Commonwealth. If Okada had been given more time to build prior to the invasion, the city's defences would have been far better developed, and a home fleet would have been assigned to the harbor. Alas, their time was spent, the only thing to worry about was the battle.
Commander Vorieški rallied his troops in the central bunker, the bunker he had designated as his command bunker. He believed in fighting alongside his troops, not ordering to their deaths from some lounge in Romari. If there was a chance his soldiers would perish, he intended to share in that chance. Exiting the bunker, rifle in hand, he drove for the trench as the door shut behind him and lead whizzed past in all directions. He rallied the troops and the local Sergeants, boosting morale. He looked to the left. A concealed sentry gave him a hand gesture, and he nodded. A squad approaching the trench. It was the 1st Sergeant who gave the command.
A long line of faces snapped their heads in her direction.
The din of gunfire muffled the clicking and fiddling of metal blades in the trench. She looked at Commander Vorieški for verification if she could proceed. The Commander solemnly nodded.
"God be with you, Havra."
1st Sergeant Havra smiled before once gain facing her entrenched company.
"Bravia Company! On my command!"
What followed was a collective aura. It could be felt by the entire group. A few Aquilonnian conscripts gazed wide eyed at the Zoygarians, stunned by their silence. They kept shooting. There was an air of excitement and fear. Glory and death. The price of a mile.
"Por el RÚj!"
"POR EL R╔J!" Came the cry.
"Por el honor!"
"POR EL HONOR!"
The 1st Sergeant gave one last look at her Company.
"Viva ZoyÝvska. CHARGE!"
A roar emerged from the trees as a company of Zoygarian troops climbed from the trenches, bayonets fixed, and charged towards an advancing squad, firing at will. They only had two objectives in mind. Crush the squad, secure a foothold. A few Aquilonnians in the trenches watched in awe. An entire company charging towards the front lines en masse. Giving their lives for the sake of the rest. The plan was to secure a foothold, but every soldier in that trench understood what it really was: a suicide charge. They would eliminate a squad and serve as a distraction. The Ulmians would have to stop shooting at the trenches in order to stop the rapidly advancing swathe of angry shouting Zoygarians ready to turn them into kebabs. This would give the defenders time to fire unimpeded at their assailants, and send squads to back to the city to ensure a final line of defense. Brave. Honorable. Stupid.