Cerk-Ly War, Second Ters-Ly War (8)

  WHOOOSH! Fox descended from the plane, which elevated even higher after they did, leaving them and the machine guns that were at least somewhat available from Cerka's borders behind. His focus wasn't on the ground, which he was still several hundred meters from.

  A couple of kilometers away, the army's descent occurred. Some cargo planes were hit, although it wasn't enough damage to explode or cripple them, it was a tragic and intense sight. Fortunately, it happened after the army had jumped, and it was on its trajectory to flee the warzone. But while the Lymocan warplanes were still defending their massive descent, Cerka was now responding to their nearby parachuting.

  Fox watched as they were harassed by the enemy firepower. Multiple soldiers were reached by firing lines, turning their bodies to bloody mists, but the fighters were quick to act, even if not quick enough. Nevertheless, the army was already landing, while the PSD agents were still on their way to the ground.

  It wasn’t planned, but neither was it unexpected. It was a bit, a bit too soon to face Cerka or Torka, but since they were firing directly from their territory, then Lymoca had to respond.

  The Lymocan fighters changed from one moment to another after Cerka attacked their parachuting soldiers. Immediately after, every unit, including those already retreating, returned and dived unto the enemy positions, bombarding and decimating their defenses.

  “Nothing to do there.” Nala commented, looking at the same suffering soldiers which the Cerks continued targeting even as they were blown up by the Lymocan air force. Fox turned to her, she was just a few meters away, showing Esmeralda the way to drop, who was a little nervous.

  “I know.” Fox whispered before lowering his head, focusing on his part. There were some Cerks around, but they were all incapable of giving a fight. While the army landed across the north of Melenon, most landed where Melenon and Cerka’s borders met.

  Meanwhile, PSD landed behind the enemy frontlines, where the bombarding was most selective and precise. In more simple terms, where nothing, not even the sweet green was left without a black spot. The only survivors were those missing limps or the will to live.

  Thud, thud, thud, thud… As soon as they landed, the agents handcuffed the soldiers, injured or not, and even conscious or not, before going on their way to the northwest.

  Their vehicles were prepared rapidly, having amassed some experience. Thereon, with Fox giving some quick orders to remind everyone, they drove in the general direction of northwest.

  After all, while the military can’t face off secret organizations, if the latter was attacked by the former… wouldn’t that be enough reason to defend oneself?

  At this point, after seeing the coming and going passes that Lymoca effectuated over the enemy occupied territory, the Avicas were thundered up with spirit and seething blood. As soon as they saw the big babies fly down and spout soldiers and vehicles, they knew they had to do something.

  Avicas, for the first time since the war started, always protecting their home, changed their method. For once, they pushed!

  With a portion of the Lymocan army moving directly southwards to choke the enemy, of which they were coincidentally special forces, with direct aircraft support channels, Melenon’s rescuing operation had begun.

  Booom- BOOM BOOM BOOM- tr rrrrrrrr rrrrrrr rrrrrrrr rrrrr rrrrrr rrrrrrr rrrrrr, bang, bang bang…!

  The following events throughout several hours marked the defeat of another invading force being repelled, more brutal and ruthless than shown before. Lymoca and Melenon worked like hot knives cutting through butter and tofu together, slicing until they crumbled down.

  Raging Blood and the District moved to the western coasts, where they were easily spotted by the enemy, even as night fell. They were attacked, and thus, had no other choice but to strike back.

  The District moldered the Ters soldiers, making them retreat further into their already tightening lines, which were at a roughest, cruelest battle against the Avicas. The Ters’ morale was already low. Who knew how long they would last without support or at least some reinforcements.

  Yet, as they were scared silly, seeing more than 20,000 medium NUAs travel behind them after mercilessly massacring a few thousand of their soldiers, about 15,000 Lymocan soldiers rushed directly at them from the southeast. Moreover, seeing the NUAs’ direction, they faltered.

  The special forces hadn’t begun their assailing into the enemy frontlines when they had started to doubt and get further massacred by the Avicas. Ters weren’t stupid or unprepared, however.

  After reminding everyone what they were doing, stepping on soil that soon could be theirs, the Ters garnered their backbone and stood up with straight backs. When the Lymocan soldiers turned the main battlefield into a 2-prongued front, Ters were ready to die.

  At first, they met the Lymocan soldiers and made them halt, stop in their tracks and take cover with nature. But soon after, they were surprised from different points, as explosions and sudden brief massacres occurred within their held frontline.

  Within just an hour, the southeastern checkpoints thinned out, giving out to allow the special forces to sip further inside and truly begin disassembling the rest of the line. The Avicas cooperated, there was no coordination, so the special forces led as much as they could.

  Meanwhile, Fox had already arrived at the northwestern line checkpoints, where the navy finally began bombarding the enemy, opening a path for their armored vehicles. Soon after, killing some who attacked them on their rushed way to meet the Avican forces, PSD crossed the frontline.

  The city was just before them, still riddled with many enemy soldiers, which the special forces were just making their way into as more of the army rushed here to further choke the enemy.

  With this, the Ters knew that even if they holed themselves, as intended, they wouldn’t be able to last there longer than a few days. All their possible supplying routes were completely gone, with the air drop supplies becoming non-existent after Lymoca also intervened.

  At last, if it was a matter of time since the beginning, they had lost it. Lymoca was here, and their plans to continue warring and destroy Melenon’s morale and army altogether became their enemy’s plan.

  The Avicas weren’t even asking Lymoca for permission, directly executing those injured or shrilly hoping for help from the Ters, giving not even a second of a thought into it. And whenever a Lymocan soldier got hurt, they rushed over to attend them when necessary.

  Meanwhile, the remaining Ters at the north, which had occupied territory, and so many Avicas along, were mostly arrested. The difference to the sight-and-kill from the main battlefield was that if they started killing everyone, who knew the stupidity that would envelop the Ters soldiers if not.

  Regardless, the situation at the front was calmed, and being smart enough to know what was coming, Cerk forces retreated from the border. Regardless if they had guts or not, they were too scared when they saw the ally army stationed there suddenly disappear in a matter of hours.

  From then on, the Lymocan army prepared, checking their equipment and making numbers worth, while the Avicas were moved a little to the south.

  They would be helped closer to where the navy were, with supplies already sent by boats, and sailors trained for relief tasks with experience back in Lymoca’s peaceful days.

  The District didn’t take long to meet with Melenon officials. Raging Blood met the president quickly before addressing their hoog. Fox wasn’t interested in any exchange of words, directly separating from the president and anyone from the Avican government.

  He commanded the Avican hoog and delivered information to their military, bringing crucial tips to the Avican forces attacking the enemy in the northwestern and central frontlines. The special forces down south felt the lightening of their task, and so did the Avicas, who were exhausted. They pedaled just a bit more, paving the way for the other Lymocan and Avican soldiers who finally arrived after a couple of hours of preparation for this matter.

  The initial, bulky, short-long line built by the Ters soldiers during the war became a bag with decreasing volume rather quickly. And with the addition of more soldiers from the defending and rescuing countries, the bag became a stain with multiple enemy fronts holding strong.

  Yet, every side of those enemy fronts, forming spikes peeking out of the stain, which would be a pale light blue in Lymoca’s war room, were at least a hundred meters behind them. Furthermore, they continued to fall apart.

  The Ters couldn’t hold those points for long, being semi-ignored and kept under suppressive fire until they began being killed bit by bit. While that happened, the rest of the Avican and Lymocan soldiers advanced, shrinking them even further.

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  On the meantime, with the rest of the army preparing in the north, forming a formidable show of strength to the Cerk lookouts, PSD carried out massive investigations in the capital city. The rest of the cities would be a matter for later, as the capital shouldn’t fall after Lymoca intervened.

  Once the capital city was rid of any spies and hidden hoog agents, PSD moved out, spreading throughout the south with the navy’s support with their helicopters. Even if they wanted to, they couldn’t mobilize Avican military to extend a front beside Cerk borders, too engrossed.

  Once Melenon was freed from the invasion, they could concentrate in defending their border, but it was too soon for the moment. Fox didn’t push it, instead forcing all governmental hoog’s special agents to operate and keep a tight scout on the shared borders.

  The battlefield at the center became the only remaining one after 7 hours, with over 30,000 enemy soldiers holing up like wild animals, desperate and with only one way out. The rest was rather… peaceful. If it wasn’t because Melenon is still long enough, the battlefield’s sounds would reach everywhere in the country.

  Instead, it was Cerk cities near the borders that watched all the disastrous end for their ‘ally country’ Torka. At night, noises and visuals were the most obvious when considering a war. The aerial strikes from before were enough to shock the Cerk population, leaving them too worried to rest.

  But now that those rapid, penetrating machine guns firing echoed in the distance, through the empty plains and hills between Melenon and Cerka, they were distressed. These cities had thin chances to get a night’s sleep…

  It lasted 10 hours. Since Lymoca’s deployment of their aircraft to descending, then spreading across Melenon to the last few moments of the main battlefield at the center of the country. In those 10 hours, every Lymocan asset worked without end, including those at north Melenon.

  All the officials in the highest standing points for this operation were so tired but enlightened… They felt they’ve been on intense duty in Melenon for at least 10 days, not counting the planning and researching before the operation was approved.

  When the confirmation from the special forces and Raging Blood came in, they felt like the world’s eyes on their backs were gone. The weights on their bodies disappeared, too, leaving only the future ahead of them, rather nearby. They could also take a little break.

  When Melenon received these confirmations from the Lymocan military, be it navy or land forces, the officials were flabbergasted. Even the president was taken aback, not having any clue to how all of this could be so… direct to be handled after weeks and weeks of torment.

  After they delivered the news to the people, huge, raging roars echoed for a bit before communities, as small and large as they could come, congregated. Unfortunately, it couldn’t be everywhere, and it was much quieter in the north, where things became ugly, as usual.

  Nevertheless, once the emotive celebrations were over, the army brought the refugees in the north to the south. The cities were wide open to welcome them, with the help to rural settlements remaining a major concern. Melenon had no money nor manpower, or the will to amass their people. It would work in a long run, but everyone wanted their lives back as of tomorrow.

  Nevertheless, these several hours were enough for most of the Lymocan air force to become available again. Damage repairing was underway, but the pilots simply changed seats if they were good enough to take flight again. Pugor engines were no joke under gravity.

  Everything became peaceful, and that was when Luis Heartez, Lymoca’s President, confirmed his trip to Melenon to discuss with Melenon’s president Gustavo Q.

  … Cerka and Torka fell utterly silent. Any expert would be able to tell they were waiting. As for what? ANS or Lymoca to move? They wouldn’t go that far, knowing their expert golden tag could only allow them to go so far as to talk reason with academic backing.

  It was already in the middle of the morning when Luis landed in Melenon’s city behind the capital, where the president waited for him, along Lymocan soldiers. Some special forces were present, too. A quick ceremony was to be held, honoring numerous people, many were from soldiers.

  Luis stepped down the stairs with fewer crowds around. Melenon had just gotten rid of the enemy, but unlike Argopolas, they don’t have 3 most influential countries in between. The Lymocan air force patrolled the skies at all times, but cautiousness was such.

  President Gustavo, the Avican president, was also a tall old man with white hair. This one seemed to be born with a suit, and despite his elegant and strict image, he walked forth to meet the President, earnest. Luis shook hands with the man, who spoke without scruples.

  “President Luis, welcome to Melenon. I have been waiting for this moment since your country rescued mine. I have so many things to say, President. May I begin as we walk? It’s quite the distance.” President Gustavo’s voice was decent, but he sounded hurried. Luis nodded, gesturing to lead the way after dancing his eyebrows up with a jump when seeing the afar building.

  “Lye!” The soldiers and officials saluted, shouting with their lungs bursting out. Their hearts were pumped by their right fists, bringing all and every attention to themselves. Luis looked at them, equally startled, before nodding a bit towards them.

  Facing them, the President saluted back, a cold breeze with the sea’s scent drafting everywhere for a few moments. Luis then nodded at the Avican president and walked side by side with the soldiers and officials still saluting.

  President Gustavo gave them a look, slightly long and contemplative, before engaging the President with serious subjects. “President Luis, Melenon is a country that has resisted in the war for a long period. We never imagined this could happen, but everything’s on the table.”

  “I speak for the people of Melenon, the Avicas, and the Ly blood in our ancestry,” the president went on, but Luis stopped for a moment and turned to him with his chin slightly low. A premonition hit Luis Heartez. Sure enough, the president didn’t go against expectations.

  “Melenon is feeling the gratitude of coexisting. President, I’d like you to sign a national agreement between countries, that Melenon will be part of Lymoca for the unforeseeable future. With open doors for a deciding voting factor in the future, if you will it.”

  Luis, surprised that he wasn’t surprised enough to hear these words, gave the president another glare and slowed his steps. Gustavo matched the President’s pace and continued.

  “You know what you are doing?” Luis asked with a frown. Gustavo shook his head as he elaborated, “Is this about Argopolas’s approach? They are far from danger now. Melenon doesn’t have time, nor do I want to tether the Avican people with ideologies and an appropriate time.”

  “Besides, I hear from the neighbors right over the west that they are not too bad since a few months ago. Was my information wrong?” Gustavo looked back to the shores and mountains of Meztle Island, barely visible from the distance.

  “You’ve heard?” Luis asked with mild surprise. Gustavo nodded, pressing his lips together tight. “Argopolas might not be so open to any attacks from all types, but Melenon isn’t a subservient group, either. I will unhesitatingly grant that piece of paper to you, President. I only require Melenon, their people, and all of its history, is respected and still represent what Melenon is.”

  “…” Luis looked at Gustavo, falling in a silent thoughtful process where he began to feel burdened by newfound troubles. Something like annexing 2 countries that began a war felt a bit like ‘poetic justice’, to name it in an ugly way.

  But annexing 2 countries who invaded, and then another 2 from the same war, which were the invaded parties, just before the plans to take the island countries, Endesa, and Carnge, besides Terka… It wasn’t like a dream come true for Luis… it was a monumental headache!

  Yet… could Lymoca turn their backs to the most unusual movement through ‘near-proxy’ wars that have occurred in history over a year’s worth of time? Luis could push that and no one in Lymoca would defy him for it. The opposite might make the Lys nervous instead. But there was this tiny little thing in him that made him think… otherwise.

  Doubtlessly, the stupidity of the First Ters-Ly War made south Moonblue cautious, to frown, and pensive. It was a stressful time until it ended, and afterwards, it only became tense instead.

  But now, with these wars, even if Lymoca hadn’t intervened, these 2 countries would’ve gone out of their ways to seek aid from any country, wouldn’t they? If it wasn’t for Lymoca’s intervention, it might’ve very well been Cors. If not them, and not Lymoca, then a southern alliance or the east.

  But even then, with the previous actions and Terka’s results, Lymoca would have had some extra points to attract Melenon and Argopolas’s attention. After all, haven’t the Lys always been part of south Moonblue history?

  Even when the empire from yore had limited influence in the south, significantly respectful and wary of Cors, they still stuck their heads out to protect the other side of the supercontinent. All of it had to count for something.

  ‘But, can I really make choices for this?’ Luis thought, pondering and halting again, this time for several seconds. President Gustavo stopped, too, looking at Luis with slightly widened eyes. Gustavo was patient, letting Luis debate deep inside, although he didn’t understand what was to lose from something so beneficial to a country like Lymoca with such Ly history.

  Luis’s eyes gained brightness after a train of thought. He wasn’t; he shouldn’t; doubt himself right now. And who was he, if not the Lymocan President who will sit for almost 20 years and bring only what Lys deserved?

  Couldn’t he also be ambitious? Just a little, just work too hard once more. Another job. Even if not small, even if it was way above his capabilities; didn’t he learn to comprehend?

  Who else can make these decisions but him? It has to be him, and right now, it could only be him. Luis Heartez faced Gustavo, who just opened his mouth to question, “President?”

  “You want respect for your country? If that’s what it’s required…” Luis returned his head to face the front, his legs starting to move again. He nodded a few times, gulping down with struggle before stating, “I promise you Lymoca won’t erase yo- won’t erase anyone’s name, identity, history, and name. Your origins will be safeguarded by Lymoca, by Lys, by me— by all of us.”

  “Ah… I-”

  They started walking again. Gustavo matched the President’s steps, but as his eyes became painful, and his sight blurry, he slowed down. Luis looked at Gustavo’s state for a few moments. He then lowered his head, while Gustavo tried to hide his face, lowering his chin to his neck.

  “Let’s hurry. You shouldn’t worry about your people seeing, but don’t let them grow preoccupied either. Come on,” Luis didn’t touch the Avican president’s back, simply talking those words before jogging forwards. The president nodded, lifting his chin before following Luis’s trotting.

  … Somewhere else in Melenon, down the south. Fox stood in a house which had been recently abandoned. Esmeralda, Nala, and her team were present.

  “The injured in the north had been attended by the special agents. They struggled to receive it at first, but then calmed down and thanked our agents. Are you sure it was necessary?” Nala reported, questioning at the end.

  Fox continued looking at the corpses who hadn’t been cleaned yet, while Esmeralda’s chest heaved up and down. This was even after she grew tranquil after entering the house.

  Not feeling bothered in the slightest, Fox replied to Nala, “It’s a war, and both our enemy sides have violated HLS publicly and to this degree. Just some medical treatment has never been prohibited. With this, Ters shouldn’t have struggled so much to try surviving.”

  “You’re saying we could’ve attacked them before?” Esmeralda chipped in. Fox separated his polycoria eyes from the family of 3 on the dinning room floor, placed with their arms spread upwards a bit around the table like a ritual. A sickening ‘exposition’ from the bunch of Ters they piled up outside. It was a mother, a father, and a… little girl.

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