Fusang Conflict (WW)

Within the Takaram embassy, Ambassador Harold Turner put down the receiver to his phone, ending the call with his wife he had just been on. She was worried about the increasing crackdown on foreign citizens in Kannex. He reassured her that his diplomatic immunity would protect him, unless the Kannexians really wanted a war with Takaram. In truth, he was worried that they might be willing to risk it, too.
As he sat leafing through the reports on his desk, one of his remaining charge d'affairs came in carrying an envelope. Handing it to Turner, the diplomat said, "We've just received this release from the Kannexian government. They appear to have invaded Fusang."
As Turner read over the release, the charge d'affairs went to the TV, turned it on, and turned on news coverage of the invasion.
"S**t," said Turner. Picking up the receiver to his phone again, he dialed the Foreign Relations Ministry. As soon as he got Minister Rose, he spoke heavily into the phone, "Cynthia, we have a problem."

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Back in Takaram, government officials were quick to respond to the latest action by the new Kannexian government. The Foreign Relations Ministry released a statement condemning the unprovoked hostile actions taken by Kannex against Fusang and calling for the immediate withdrawal of Kannexian troops back across their own border.

(OOC: Malecia hasn't placed an embargo on Kannex yet... and is "Kennax" supposed to be an intentional misspelling?)

The External Affairs Ministry of the Great Empire of Kannex thanks its ally, the Empire of the Imperium of Mankind, for its support and understanding.

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July 20th, 2016 | Supreme Military Council conference
"How dare they commit this sort of insubordination!" the Military Minister Ywen Samshran roared, banging the table with his fist and nearly knocking over his cup of tea.

"Minister Samshran," Prime Minister Yinggi Tungtsyo said coolly, "I suggest you calm down."

"Yes, Tungtsyo-dyono. I apologize for my outburst."

"It is justified, Minister Samshran," Prime Minister Yinggi Tungtsyo said before turning to the Overall Chief of Staff Omikerai Arzher. "General Arzher, please continue."

"Hae. Yesterday, at approximately 3 PM, Major-General Sebiya crossed the border with his 13th Armored Division and seized the town of Bukdayeng and the nearby railway. Apparently, his action was authorized by Lieutenant-General Bulyake of the 14th Group Army, who was in return given permission from General Zomzalchon of the Seongjang Military Region," replied General Arzher.

Suddenly, a knock came from the wooden doors of the room. The assembled members of the Supreme Military Council turned as an employee of the Military Ministry rushed in with a report.

"Sir, I apologize a thousand times, but this could not wait!" he said nervously.

"Out with it, then!" the Military Minister boomed.

"Hae! Lieutenant-General Bulyake of the 14th Group Army reports of a great victory in Gatlam Province of Fusang! All of the province is under Kannexian control!" the Ministry employee announced.

The members of the Supreme Military Council turned to each other and began quietly discussing the turn of events. Overall Chief of Staff Omikerai Arzher surreptitiously rubbed his forehead. It seemed things were quickly spiraling out of control.

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From July 20th to 26th, the 13th Armored Division, now reinforced with the 2nd Infantry Division, fought and won a series of battles in Gatlam Province, securing the Kannex--Fusang Railway and capturing Hungjyut, Cheungtou, Liujoeng, Liuyun, and a number of other towns and cities. The provinces of Liuning, Gatlam, and Keilun quickly fell under the control of the Imperial Kannexian Army. The archaic weaponry and tactics of the Fusangese military was little match for the Imperial Kannexian Army.

The central government of Fusang ordered that all army units were not to resist the Kannexians in fear of retaliation. One general named Ma Jimsaan, however, disobeyed this order and was able to defeat two regiments of the Imperial Kannexian Army before he was finally forced to surrender by a third regiment of troops.

(OOC: Nvm, you're right. It seems Malecia has created another thread which I did not see until now...)

August 1, 2016 | Keilun Province, occupied Fusang
A Kannexian platoon made its way down a lonely road in Keilun Province. Most of them were young recruits who had determined or worried looks as they scanned the forest around them, thinking the enemy might pop up from the trees any second. They held their rifles tightly, for none of them wanted to be caught dropping their weapons.

Private Seknar Enailuch, in defiance of the orders given to him by his superior officer, was thinking. Yes, thinking was not allowed. Thinking too much at the wrong time got you killed, especially when you were on patrol in the middle of a potentially hostile forest. But Private Enailuch took the risk. After all, Fusangese guerrillas didn't just pop out of trees, did they? The chances of actually being killed were low... or so he thought.

Seknar thought of how he shared the same surname with Consul Rajeiia Enailuch, and why he joined the Imperial Army. Why did I join the Imperial Army? he thought. He wasn't sure about the answer to that one. It wasn't really about the money, or about the adventure, it was more like... about honor? Seknar had always admired the shyaburi warriors of the past, who had practiced a strict code of honor and morality. The Imperial Army was not much different.

Suddenly, a bullet whizzed past his head, bouncing off the armored tank that had been assigned to his unit. Private Enailuch looked around and dashed for cover behind a rock as the whole d**med forest seemed to explode with gunfire and rockets. Two Kannexian soldiers were shot. One collapsed instantly; the other took cover behind the tank.

"Fkuso!" Seknar cursed loudly. They seemed to be outnumbered three-to-one. He peeked out from the rock and opened fire at the bushes, where he had spotted movement. He heard a body a drop onto the ground, and he shivered. He had killed someone.

The tank turned its gun turret and fired at the trees, killing half a dozen guerrillas instantly. Smoke engulfed the area as a few trees collapsed as a result of the explosion.

"Charge!" one of Seknar's comrades shouted, pulling him along.

"Wait - what?!" While it seemed stupid to run straight at the enemy, Seknar and five of his comrades charged into the forest, shooting at everything that moved. It just so happened that Seknar collided with one of the insurgents, and both of them fell to the ground, rolling, scratching, and punching each other for their lives. Seknar's hands grasped for his pistol as he was nearly choked to death, and he pulled the trigger. The guerrilla fighter's body jolted and then fell still. Seknar unhanded the guerrilla fighter and stood over the body in a bit of shock. Just seconds ago the body was a living person, fighting for survival. Now it was not human - it was merely a body.

August 23rd, 2016 | Soenghoi
FUSANGESE COUNTEROFFENSIVE
A Kannexian shell landed on the dirt a few meters away and blew up, burying Private Gam Jatsing in a layer of dirt. He quickly dusted himself, for it was bad luck. Once he was buried in dirt now, he would be buried in dirt forever.

The Fusangese troops waited anxiously - fingers wrapped tightly around their rifles - in the trenches they had built by digging into the ruins of the factory grounds. What were once sidewalks or paved roads were now hills and mounds of rubble which the Kannexians and Fusangese fought over as if playing a deadly game of "King of the Hill". Wherever the artillery struck, the soldiers ducked down and hid, trying to preserve their lives for as long as possible.

"Men, our objective is that textile mill. We must take it from the Kannexians - at any cost! We'll start with that machine gun nest on the right," directed the Fusangese officer, holding a pair of binoculars.

"We're at Lofat 20. Cease fire! I repeat, cease fire! We can't see anything, as usual... as ordered, Major," the captain shouted into the transceiver.

Using the smoke and rubble as cover, the Fusangese troops moved closer to the mill. Despite the loud noise made by dozens of soldiers climbing in the rubble, the distant artillery and gunfire was deafening enough to keep them from being discovered.

One of the Fusangese soldiers set up a K4 belt-fed automatic grenade launcher, ironically manufactured by Kannex. It could fire 325 rounds per minute with a firing range of 1500 m. Being one of the most expensive infantry weapons used by the Fusangese military, it was treated with utmost care.

"Hoi fo!" the Fusangese officer shouted. Immediately the K4 grenade launcher began firing at the Kannexian machine gun nest. Smoke could be seen engulfing the nest as the grenades hit.

"Did we get them?"

"I hope so. Let's go, men!" At the officer's order, the men began advancing towards what remained of the Kannexian machine gun nest.

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"Ready... now!"

Private Rakiaya Shyangzhyen quickly pitched the grenade before ducking down. After seconds, an explosion sent pieces of rock and dirt flying everywhere.

"Hoifo!" the Kannexian officer shouted.

Private Shyangzhyen and his comrades obeyed and pulled the triggers of their KBZ-95 rifles, firing at the Fusangese troops. Several of them collapsed instantly while others ducked for cover. Bullets whizzed by their heads as they tried to fire back. Meanwhile, the Kannexians on the other side of the factory grounds opened fire as well, throwing the Fusangese troops into chaos, as now they were being attacked on both sides...

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Soenghoi Harbor
After nearly an hour of artillery duels between Fusangese coastal defenders and Kannexian warships, several amphibious landing ships made their way to the harbor despite being under enemy fire, bouncing up and down on the waves. Above them were attack helicopters which provided close air support.

Private Neroyeqe Bomul felt his heart stop as a bullet bounced off the outer wall of his vessel, making a resounding ping! which reminded him of how easy it was to die here. It only took a bullet for one's life to fade away.

At last, the ship hit dry land and the door opened. "Come on! Let's get outta here!" someone shouted as Private Neroyeqe Bomul followed the disembarking tanks outside. The first thing he noticed about Soenghoi, aside from the firefight happening at the harbor, was that there was smoke coming from inside the city. The city had been heavily bombed and the Imperial Army was still trying to overcome Fusangese resistance.

"Don't just stand there, you batjam! Ngon-hoi!"

Private Bomul awoke from his train of thought and ran forward to take cover behind some rocks as bullets flew by his head, narrowly missing him. Something exploded a few meters to his side and threw sand on him, but he didn't have the time to look as he threw himself on the sand and began firing at the enemy soldiers, who were hiding behind sandbags and were firing back at him. This was war.

(OOC: Never too late to join, though if it emerges that the S.R.S.S. is helping the Fusangese communists against the Kannexians, the Segacia will be at war with the Axis powers.)

The Fusang Communist Party replies to the Socialist Republic State of Segacia and requests for financial and military assistance, such as tanks, weapons, uniforms, printing presses, and military advisers, so that it may carry out a successful Anti-Honna War of Resistance and eventually the Revolution.

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October 9th, 2016
The city of Soenghoi finally fell. For the past weeks, the Fusangese had engaged the Kannexians in house-to-house fighting, attempting to slow down the Kannexian advance as much as possible. The Fusangese were forced to use small-caliber weapons against the brutal onslaught of Kannexian aerial and armored firepower. Out of the 300,000 defenders of Soenghoi, a third had been killed, and much of the rest were captured. The determined resistance by Fusangese defenders, however, shocked the Kannexians...

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(OOC: Hope you don't mind me bunnying your character a bit.)

October 12th, 2016
After hours of travel, the low-flying stealth helicopter finally made its way to the valley where the Fusang Communist Party had told it to go. The valley was empty except for some rice paddies surrounded by the forest on all sides. The Segacian helicopter hovered over the field for a while as its pilots wondered if they had picked the wrong place.

After a few minutes, a Fusangese peasant walked out of the trees and waved two red flags with the hammer and sickle symbol on each. He then began doing flag signals: F-U-N-Y-I-N-G, which is Fusangese for "welcome".

The helicopter landed as the peasant, dressed in rags, ran to the helicopter and waved. "Welcome, comrades!" he shouted in broken Seagicain. "I am represent of Fusang Communist Party. Welcome! I am Comrade Wa Gwokfung!"

Wa Gwokfung nodded, smiling as he gave the Fusangese variant of the revolutionary salute - he raised his right fist to his eyebrow and shouted a "Gaakming manseoi!", or "Ten thousand years to the Revolution!"

"It is only a short walk to our base, comrades. Please follow me." Wa Gwokfung led the trio and together they traveled three miles on foot - they walked past the forest, climbed over mountains and hills, and crawled through valleys and tunnels. For an average Fusangese peasant like Gwokfung, however, this was merely a "short walk".

At last, they reached a fairly large town of Yin'on at the center of a valley. It consisted of a few modern buildings and several cottages. The more important structures, however, were the hundreds of artificial caves and dugouts carved into the surrounding hillsides which served as government buildings for the Fusang Communist Party. Children in rags were everywhere, doing chores or playing games. The adults were all working on the fields, making weapons and clothes in one of their dugout factories, or working directly for the Fusang Red Army by sending messages or guarding the town.

Suddenly, however, a shrill cry came from one of the guards, followed by the sound of klaxons. Immediately the people of Yin'on ran to the underground bunkers that had been built for them as Kannexian ground-attack aircraft swiftly appeared and launched a rocket at the town, causing several buildings to be destroyed in a fiery explosion. It then fired several other rockets, some of which struck the dugouts but did little damage. The Kannexian aircraft then retreated and returned to its base; its mission done for now.

"We are quite safe here," Gwokfung noted as they peeked from outside the tunnel to make sure the aircraft was gone. "Come, please meet Chairman Mou. He is waiting to see you."

Chairman Mou Zaakdung was a slightly plump and tall fellow, with a wart below his lip. He had dark hair which parted at the center and brown eyes that shown with intelligence and wit. At his side was his best general, Zu Dak.

"Welcome, comrades, to Yin'on."

Chairman Mou nodded. "We are a largely self-sufficient soviet republic. There are 184,000 soldiers in our Red Army and 2 million people under our jurisdiction. We have built underground bunkers and factories to produce weapons and uniforms. We have also established schools for the illiterate children and adults. Despite ten massive Gwokmendong (central government) campaigns to destroy us, we have succeeded in defending ourselves in the last 9 years. Now, a new threat - the Honna Empire - looms over Fusang, and we have formed several volunteer armies and committed our guerrillas in fighting the Kannexian invaders."

Chairman Mou Zaakdung gave a wry smile. "With due respect, Comrade Blacko, we do not have time for textbooks. Despite the so-called 'alliance' with the Gwokmundong government, GMD troops are surrounding and besieging our soviet republic. Meanwhile, Kannexian aerial bombardments cause many casualties. Our people do not have time to be studying engineering and mechanics... not yet.

"But I see the use in distributing Premier Borlos's socialist manifesto and perhaps publishing a book of my sayings. Fifty printing presses are good - that will bring more men and women to the Revolution, and the Revolution will gradually become stronger as the days past.

"As for weapons, we would like grenades and modern automatic rifles. We would also like rocket-propelled grenades and other anti-tank weapons, along with some mortars if possible. These weapons will guarantee that the Yin'on Soviet Republic survives longer than the war does."

(OOC: That's okay. I'm not from Kansas, so I don't know anything about guns either other than the fact that you need to point at the right direction for it to work. )

Chairman Mou smiled and nodded. "Thank you, comrades. The imperialists may be powerful, but we have the support of the people. And now we also have weapons - not just the physical kind, but also the ideological kind - to win this war and establish the Revolution. We do not need to use tanks and vehicles here - they would be useless due to the forest and the mountains. These infantry weapons will ensure that the Red Army can grow stronger."

Chairman Mou Zaakdung thought about it. "Hm, yes, surface-to-air missiles would be good, but few of us know how to operate such weaponry. As for the infantry weapons, we would like a minimum of 1800 automatic rifles, 3500 hand grenades, 1500 pistols, 500 mortars, and enough ammo to feed an army."