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Mingug, 440mHz
The Prussians had launched their daring operation to bring 440mHz
to its knees by sending one of their strongest fleets to tie down
the SENSE task force in the Sea of Fuchs, while their landing fleet
moved on behind, but still they had landed with serious losses, in
a landing that cost them 62 thousand casualties thanks to the much
faster then anticipated annihilation of the Prussian fleet that was
supposed to tie down the Xing Shianan naval task force, and the
subsequent redirection of the XSNs attention towards the landing
force, that was defended by only a Aegis cruiser. Under a hail of
firepower, they had barely made it onshore, taking 25 percent
casualties from their invasion force of 250,000 troops and 2
regiments of armour worth 290 tanks.
But such grievous losses were least of their worries, with SENSE
holding airpower of the seas, it was impossible to maintain a
supply lifeline to the invasion force, not to mention they had lost
quite a bit of their precious supplies during the disastrous
landing. There was no way they could complete their mission unless
they captured the nearby city of Mingug.
Despite all the objections that the Prussian generals had raised
against the daring plan for the backdoor invasion, conceived by the
Grand Duke himself, the self-styled leader, who had a keen study of
German battle tactics in World War 2, was convinced that this could
work if they managed to accomplish what the Germans failed to
accomplish during The Battle of The Bulge; to capture enemy
supplies and utilize them to support their mission.
That was what made the city of Mingug important to the Grand Dukes
plan. The Prussian troops had brought along a large load of
ammunition, but fuel was going to be a problem. A problem that was
already serious in the entire Prussian armies due to the SENSE
strategic bombing of their industries, and relentless air attacks
on their supply lines. Mingug was a city built on an extensive oil
industry, and if the Prussians could capture them, they should have
no problems with supply. Fail to do so, and the entire invasion
force would grind to a halt as they ran out of fuel, and almost
certainly lost.
The Prussians had made their best speed towards Mingug, but once
again, they had reckoned without the SENSE Xing Shianan eint
network, which cost them all their element of surprise. The SENSE
generals could see what was coming from a long way off and had
managed to rush forces to the defense of Mingug. Dragging what was
supposed to be a swift Prussian victory into an increasingly
desperate urban war of attrition where they were running low on
ammunition, and most importantly, fuel.
But the mHzen defenders were not having it any better either, badly
outnumbered by the desperate Prussians, they had been taking heavy
casualties and losing ground as they tried their very best to stall
for time, waiting for SENSE reinforcements (of which they were not
even sure of if any were planned) and the Prussian supply problems
to catch up with them.
The Prussians, running almost dry, had struck as hard and as
desperately at the mHzen defense as possible, trading blood in an
attempt to get their fuel, throwing everything they got at the
enemy and advancing with scant attention to casualties. And the
mHzen forces were caught off balance by such desperate tactics,
taking heavy losses and forced to withdraw. Frustratingly, almost
insanely frustrating for the Prussians, the much needed oil
industries lay on the far eastern side of the city, which meant
that they had to fight all the way through it in order to get to
them.
But they had been making progress, despite their serious losses.
And now the mHzen forces were on their last leg, badly depleted and
pushed all the way back almost out of the city, defending just a
scant 150 meters of city between them and the oil industries. The
desperate and with the sent of much needed victory Prussians moved
their forces for the last final push which involved the most effort
they had every put in ever since this entire sorry urban fight
started.
Outnumbering the mHzens, who lacked the support of their vaunted
artillery, the Prussians attacked to put the final, desperate K.O
punch to the enemy defense to break through to the salvation of
their army. Infantry poured against infantry lines and tanks
charged down the last defended streets. The mHzen defense would
stand no chance, unwavering against the odds; they made their last
stand.
But in that final massive attack, the Prussian forces were like a
boxer that had overextended himself in attacking his opponent,
leaving himself vulnerable. As the masses of Prussian infantry and
what armor that could be coaxed to charged down towards the
depleted mHzens, it was the very moment the SENSE generals had
waiting for, and the exact thing they hoped the Prussians would
try.
Screaming down out of the sky at the exposed Prussians, SENSE
airpower that had been absent in all this while came down of out
nowhere in the form of mHzen A-10s, the first few dropping Rockeye
bombs on the exposed Prussians, the Rockeye canisters split apart
midair, releasing hundreds of submunitions all over the
place-
-The Prussian lieutenant commander leading the morale-boosting
attack, running while waving his pistol like he had seen in his
childhood propaganda films, realized that his forces were utterly
exposed the moment the A-10s appeared, and he opened his mouth to
scream for them to break up and take cover. He had managed to form
half the order when the submunitions blanketed him and his troops
in a pyrotechnic drumbeat of smoke and explosions.
Good hit, good hit, theyre out of action. One of the A-10 pilots
said.
Out of action was a gross understatement; the largest piece of all
the 210 Prussians killed by the Rockeyes was the lieutenant
commanders headless torso. That was just the beginning, more A-10s
screamed in, dropping loads of FAEs, napalm and more cluster bombs
on the stunned Prussians. Tanks exploded as the Warthogs engaged
them with cannon and mavericks, tearing through the armoured
columns like harvesters through a wheat field. Lacking any serious
anti-air weapons, what Prussians that were alive and had the
presence of mind to fire at the A-10s found their weapons
ineffective against the well-protected aircraft.
The mHzen A-10s had attacked some distance away from friendly lines
as they ran the very real risk of hitting friendly ground units,
which, just minutes ago preparing for their last battle, were now
cheering the aircraft on like spectators at a sports event. The
Prussians closer to the mHzens who had escaped death as the A-10s
dropped behind them found no respite when Xing Shianan attack
choppers, a swarm of numerous AH-64D Longbow Apaches and AUH-X1
Little Foxes arrived from apparently nowhere after a long map of
the earth flight from Hangug, the Apaches hovering and dodging up
and down behind the ridge of the hill and engaging the forward
Prussians with their Hellfires, Folding Fin Aerial Rockets (FFAR)
and 30mm chain guns, while the Little Foxes dodged in, using their
hellacious speed to strafe the Prussians with their 5.56mm minuguns
and 2inch FFARs in attack runs so accurate and precise that rained
spent shells on the mHzen position, but sprayed the Prussians with
minigun fire. And that was not all, the AC-130 Spectres, fresh from
their mission over Koln just a day ago, had turned up in force in
the skies above Mingug to rain even more death on the
Prussians.
The results were no short of devastating, what was a determined,
advancing Prussian mass assault of infantry and armour had been
transformed into a scene of dead bodies, body parts and twisted
metal, while the survivors either lay dying or were now running
away in any direction as long as it involved taking them further
from the enemy. In just a few short minutes, the attacking
Prussians had over 5,500 men and most of their armor out of action,
turning the mass attack into a rout that continued to take
casualties as they were harassed by SENSE airpower. SENSE airpower
continued to arrive unopposed, now attacking Prussians positions
within the city and outside with crippling effect. Enemy anti
aircraft return fire was ineffective.
Then came a strike of thirty-five B1-B Lancers of the 2nd
Albertosaur bomb wing, which approached, unnoticed by the Prussians
until they started carpet bombing the stunned Prussian armies,
guided by eint in dynamically updating bomb runs that followed the
desperate enemy as they scrambled to get out of the way. More
crippling casualties piled onto of crippling casualties.
Driven by airpower all over the area, the entire Prussian invasion
force, now down to 55,000 men and just over fifty tanks, were
driven from all their areas in and outside the city a general and
chaotic rout towards the center of the city, where they all started
to band up. Brutalized, demoralized and disorganized, the surviving
Prussians lost all military instinct and banded together in the
city center like cornered animals, in a mass collection of 55,000,
not an army but shell-shocked men who took cover wherever they
could find, stayed there at all costs and fired at anything they
perceived to be a threat, better judgment clouded by clear panic.
Some shot at shadows, others at their own people. Casualties from
fratricide started to mount.
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