Cerk-Ly War, Second Ters-Ly War, War Talks Are Over (1)

  Another 3 weeks went by. It was now the 3rd month and 1st week.

  The situation in Argopolas and Melenon went worse for both countries. Melenon lost up to 50% of their territory, but this only showed how insanely resilient and ill-minded they felt to being invaded. They were smaller, so it should have been easier to take over the country, but they were many, and the Torkan army was only so experienced.

  After the bloodbath, the Torkan government reprimanded their army, which was only fitting. However, they weren’t told to slow down and let the Avican people ‘understand’ they were meant to surrender. It was Melenon who just didn’t stop putting their feet forth to stop Torka.

  Stomp a foot? Receive a bullet. Block the bullet? Then get tackled by the defenders with their rage and hatred transmitting every bit of their emotions through bites and scratches if there were no blades or explosives.

  Melenon became a thunderous, powerful, defensive, and impenetrable line, protecting the last few kilometers before the capital city was sieged. The Torkan army didn’t indiscriminately target the city, or else the Avican army would just rush forth and target them instead.

  Only the Torkan soldiers and officials knew the hell they’d let loose with just another, sudden, little push over the Avicas. On the other hand, from young to old, with the Avican government helpless to stop them and put them on the rear, their renown stubborn attitudes resurfacing just for this. Tens of thousands of previous civilians were at the front, building trenches and forming solid hills and mountainous walls whenever there was a long-distance understanding between both sides.

  The latter occurred every 2 to 3 days more often than not. It was mostly because Torka’s army would grow tired, exhausted even. Melenon’s troops as well, but they stood with a purpose, while the Torkan armies were ‘elegant’ mercenaries with medals for hire.

  No matter the training they received, no matter the instructions they went through and drilled with, Torkan and Avicas weren’t Lys. They haven’t fought for months. From day 1, the Torkan army grew tired a few times in the first week, unused to war and its disgusting nature.

  Nowadays, they get tired every few days, where they had to rest and eat the entire day, instead of using their rations as intended throughout the battlefield. Otherwise, their bodies would feel headache, vomits would value any intake worthless, and their officials would feel pressure seeing their soldiers’ countenances.

  On the other hand, Melenon used this tiredness to keep their bodies tired, keep moving supplies, and further scout and garner intelligence. Their hoog worked as much as they could, but whenever they went out, the probability of finding the enemy hoog special agents was top.

  The lethality rate between those encounters was of 100% happening, with nearly 70% of both sides’ agents perishing in such encounters. In short, this was nothing compared to PSD vs Terka’s hoog, which was easily engulfed by Piya Sanctum District back then.

  While Torka rested a day to strike hard and sharp on the next few days, their ‘self-healing’ allowed Melenon’s army to rest, even when they moved in ‘break day’. They just needed a little bit of rest to defend their land to keep fighting and kill the Ters.

  As for Argopolas… it was even more difficult; worse. The shores were taken over before the 2nd month ended. Half of the coastline cities and infrastructure fell to Cerka’s forces. The entirety of the world saw the line suddenly reach the beaches, shores, and nearby residences one day.

  From then on, it only expanded, turning the map more pale light blue in Lymoca’s war room. Furthermore, while Cerka didn’t have carriers, many of their combat helicopters were sent, brought from ANS to their modified cruisers, sacrificing weaponry and missile launchers.

  Argopolas retreated from all coasts once evacuation was completed, rapidly building fortresses and starting their new air defenses. Hundreds of posts were built, using Courusel machinery even for wooden facilities, whereas their weaponry was the costliest, since they already lacked them and only received maintenance since last year.

  Argopolas was readied from the air and sea to defend their in-land territory, aware that the enemy still had an angle to decimate them, including their combat helicopters and bombers.

  A couple of weeks later, Cerka prepared their forces, being sufficiently patient and well-instructed to move en masse. They occupied hundreds of meters inland every day. Argopolas left minefields and obstructions, specially overly spread trenches.

  But the Cerks were prepared. Their anti-mines units worked fast, it was clear they trained through drills. Their work was solid, and their efficiency swift. But when it came to the trenches, the Cerks didn’t expect such tremendous trenches to be built. They weren’t too deep, but they were stupidly wide. From 40 to 180 meters, with both steeps piked and with hidden magnets.

  Anyone who wanted to drop their equipment, jump down, or drive down the trenches with ramps would be jerked, stuck, or turn over and damage the vehicle. Cerks adjusted quickly, but they still faced difficulties.

  They first filled the trenches, but it took too long. Then, they only dealt with the steeps, building anti-magnetic ramps with ordinary materials, but this also complicated the process. Sometimes, it wasn’t enough to avoid the magnetic devices, other times, their methods were unstable.

  One way or another, Cerks’ amphibious vehicles and troops, disembarked on the coasts, were slowed down. At some point, the Cerks became used to the daily struggle with the Valads’ obstructions, and sped the process up. But the fight reached their new frontline very soon.

  It was a destructive mayhem, and nothing could have prepared the Valads from what they were just about to experience…

  On the day they met the enemy once again, the skies were filled with bombing from the ‘new’ Cerk aircraft, with the Cerk navy filling the Valad defenses with multiple artillery and countless missiles attacking at just the right moment.

  Argopolas hoped the Cerks would then rush forth, but the navy continued opening fire, decimating as much as possible, with their air defenses doing as much as they could. But the Cerks continued bombarding from the aircraft and navy.

  When they stopped, the Cerk soldiers finally rushed forth, but the Valads were already defeated for the day. Their soldiers mostly injured, too many dead, and the rest fleeing before the bombardment halted, bringing their injured away.

  Many fled the Cerks, only a few were stopped and brutally imprisoned. The injured were brought to the uninjured, be it dying or mildly. They weren’t given medicament or food, but those were only the first to be imprisoned during the Cerk-Valad War.

  The rest of Valad soldiers continued fleeing to the second line of defense. But that was when they found out, with their communications destroyed when the bombardment had just begun, of the numerous paratroopers falling from the skies.

  Hours earlier, while refusing to aid Torka in the Ters-Avican War, Cerka had sent their obsolete but functional cargo planes to Argopolas. They didn’t bother with passage, going through sea and then to Argopolas, entering from the south, where their forces invaded Argopolas the hardest.

  From there, they dropped their paratroopers, starting in the south and ending in the north. They weren’t safe, however. The cargo planes were easy targets to Argopolas’s missiles. They were struck after they traveled for a few minutes in Argopolas’s aerial territory.

  When the first cargo planes exploded, the Cerks were frightened, but they were given strict orders directly from the Cerk government. They continued with their task in this operation, even sacrificing themselves after they deployed their paratroopers.

  One by one, few by few; the Cerk cargo planes decorated the Valad territory, fallen in fields and set ablaze with small chances for survivors. When the Cerk cargo planes flew out of Argopolas through the northeast, only 4 remained, with 3 of them struck, set ablaze in some sections.

  The worst had yet to come before Argopolas could celebrate over downing cargo planes that no longer had any use after dropping their paratroopers, and as old as peace.

  Cerk soldiers moved forth to choke the Valad soldiers. Those who fled, which is more than just the majority of Argopolas forces, were paralyzed when they saw fully armed Cerks before them, aiming and prepared to fire at them.

  Anyone would’ve expected this to be a major victory in Cerka’s favor, but the Cerks weren’t looking for prisoners. From the south to the north, Argopolas suffered an execution of its soldiers on its very own land. Every fleeing Valad soldier was decimated, with news rapidly traveling to the rest of Argopolas.

  Argopolas’s government was in shock. The civilians were terrified of what Cerks would do to them instead, and even Cors elevated their volume for the first time, albeit low still.

  ANS was somewhat avoiding this topic, even when Lymocan deputies harshly brought the situation to them through media, which only half-stopped when ANS senators meddled in to berate harsher.

  When it became big enough Cerka had to say something about it, they weren’t like Torka, or Terka much before them. They did give an answer, so to speak, unlike Torka. Cerka also wasn’t rash nor straight out ridiculous. They were concise and stern.

  Antonio A., Cerka’s president, and last Terka’s president’s namesake, appeared with an elegant military office background. He was a brown old man, tall, and muscular.

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  “Due to the activities of Argopolas’s government, their tyranny and acts against humanity, Cerka has carried out an operation to dethrone these rebels in our Resilient. The alarming events, such as the kills made during last evening’s operation are but the side of war that cannot be avoided. When you have enemies this powerful in society, you must maim their every limb, eye, tongue, and from the inside!”

  The message couldn’t be any clearer, with the rest of the short video becoming an ad for all Cerks to believe in the cause. Before, the Cerk civilians might have felt they were the new Lymoca, but not regarding the latter half of the First Ters-Ly War. Now, with this, and the determination from their leader, they started believing in their armed forces more and more.

  This impulsed Torka to do the same. There were even footage of the battlezones, where the Ters were seen tired, exhausted, vomiting saliva and walking while looking at the ground. But when the ‘sound to war’ was triggered, which was the title of the pro-war propaganda, they all gritted their teeth and grabbed their freshly supplied DLMs.

  They had to push, even if it meant killing as little ignorant Avicas as possible. It was for the good of the south and the relations of ‘South Moonblue’ to the rest of the world. If Melenon couldn’t show the east and the rest that they were civil, then Torka will help them, free them!

  Days, days, days, and days passed. Both sides have prepared their army and were already in the greatest heat of their wars. The Cerk-Valad War, the Ters-Avican War. Both spread their propaganda.

  Lastly, both had their geopolitical image backed and put up by ANS or Lymoca. It wasn’t official, and there was no landmark in history, but Argopolas and Melenon were together in this, with Cerka and Torka banding together with strict limitations and agreements in between.

  Only few things could unite either, or rather… one of either sides.

  ***

  In the year 1,027th, 3rd month, 1st week, 3rd day. Just past 2 am.

  The amounts of casualties overall surpassed the 100,000th mark long ago, with numbers talked between 200,000 and higher. But the current statistics were rumored to be only lesser than 350,000 casualties. Not from one country, one side, but all 4 of them.

  With an absurd, nonsensical yet reasonable casualty rate per day of 9,600, these 2 wars had exceeded the image horror of the First Ters-Ly War.

  In Cerka, the president, Antonio A., walked to his office, wearing a military uniform. It was different to any other military official, wearing a lot of white below a black coat, with a small white cap and a murky golden belt around his waist.

  He walked to his desk and touched its surface, where a screen showed an incoming call being accepted. Or rather, transferred to him. Sitting down in his chair, Antonio heard a voice from the screen, “President Antonio, please. I’d like to hear what… your thoughts have decided.”

  “Ah, yes. That’s right.” Antonio leaned back in his seat, nodding to himself. It wasn’t a video call. Things had to be simple and secure, and while live feed would only unnecessarily complicate manners. President Antonio followed up, “President Gustavo, I think it will be a wise decision to work together now.”

  Gustavo J., also namesake of Gustavo Q., Melenon’s president, sounded from the other side. “Yes, yes, yes. I am all ears, president Antonio.”

  “Very well. So, I understand your lack of navy is a heavy setback from actually destroying Melenon, right? I told you you should increase that little budget.” President Antonio smiled snarkily from his seat. President Gustavo J. sweated a bit.

  “I was thinking you could either aid my troops with some aircraft, or bring your navy to the Lyclan Sea to bombard the enemy?” President Gustavo proposed.

  “Navy? I still need it in Argopolas. I can’t just disappear, even though I’m the only one from the 2 to conquer our side of the war in the following week. You hear?” President Antonio confidently remarked. Gustavo voiced little ‘yes, yes, yes’ before Antonio continued, “I can send some aircraft and extra troops. They have their southern wall well-defended, but it’s nothing my experienced army cannot deal with.”

  “You will mobilize your fighting army?” Gustavo asked right away, fearing mistaking what he just heard. Antonio frowned, rapidly responding, “No! Of course not! The soldiers, my soldiers stationed and hidden in Melenon’s borders, not Argopolas’s!”

  “…” Gustavo was a little silent. He voiced a small ‘I understand’, but it hardly changed anything. Things became awkward. Gustavo thought hard what to follow with, amend the strangeness of the situation and continue with their important planning. When…

  Slam! “Sir! The Lymocan media are all going crazy about national news! Direct channel!” A person barged into president Antonio’s office. He frowned but heard similar reports from the other side of the call. He pressed his desktop. Another screen turned on, showing the largest Lymocan news anchor.

  A small, beautiful blonde woman with a charming nature, even though she had slim attributes, sat behind a desktop alone, wearing a shocked-steeled visage. Antonio seemed to be just in time, the announcer smiled big time before going straight to the point with a serious attitude.

  “The President has publicized a new notice in the governmental forum. It’s official now,” as she spoke, images of the signed physical document appeared, quickly followed by the digital form. “Lymoca has officially declared war on Cerka and Torka.”

  “!” - “!” Both presidents, still in the call, fell shocked to the news. It didn’t end there.

  “As we speak, the army and national guard in Terka territory have strengthened the borders, with some aerial force units based there to immediately dispose any threat. The President and Defense Secretary and Admiral Secretary promise having ensured the safety of all Lys.”

  “Even though precautions have been taken, isn’t this a little too violent for our country? This leaves a lot of critique for our President. Doesn’t it…” The announcer continued speaking after giving vital information, directly badmouthing the President, although not like before.

  The Cerk and Torkan presidents, however, were startled and turned silly. Immediately, Attention hung the call before rushing out to order his general to retract the soldiers at Melenon’s southern borders. Gustavo hurried to warn the general to prepare all the armies for defense.

  It was true, and it had come. Their biggest nightmare… Lymoca!

  … Flying thousands of meters above the sea’s surface before rapidly entering Terka’s territory. A massive air force indicated the beginning. Lymoca’s warplanes flew from Lymoca to the Lyclan Sea, with those stationed in Terka under everybody’s noses meant only for self-defense of Terka territory. Those flying towards Argopolas through the long route were the warmonger ones.

  They could’ve made their route from Lymoca to the Ly Ocean, it was faster, simpler, and war-efficient. They would catch any Cerk navy in the sea in due time. There was no need to ‘circle’ around them like this, even if they were to flee.

  There was only one reason for Lymocan fighters to fly this route then… Right behind the fighters were cargo planes, dozens and dozens of them, forming wing units one after the other, spread far from each other, and further protected by more non-bombing fighters.

  The night skies were outrageously dominated by Lymoca!

  Spending their paced speed through south Moonblue, the enormous aerial fleet was shown in every other sky of this part of the supercontinent, with Cors being shown it most of the time.

  When the Lymocan air force went into the Half Moon Ocean below Cors, the Lymocan navy appeared from the Ly Ocean. Dozens of vessels, none heavier or larger than cruisers, mobilized towards Argopolas’s waters.

  With the extended time of the Lymocan fighters, both wars had a sudden stalemate amidst the battlefield. It didn’t matter what the situation was in either side of the south. And after the soldiers asked, being given an answer by their frowning officials or higher-ranked, they too understood.

  Lymoca was parading around them. Showing them what was coming to attempt terrifying them… and it worked.

  They were suddenly reminded they had homes, and that the world wouldn’t come to their aid as Terka once asked, suffering instead. Moreover, their enemy was being helped, something they could only hope they were envious of. They could only shiver at the thought!

  The Lymocan air force flew in tandem with the navy’s arrival. When the Lymocan navy met the Cerk navy from afar, the air force was just coming from north from south Argopolas like Cerka did before. If this wasn’t payback, what would ever be?

  … Peeewwp- BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM- Pvwang pvwang pvwang pvwang pvwang pvwang- bang! Pvwang pvwang, pvwang, pvwang- bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang! … Pvwang pvwang pvwang pvwang~~!!

  The night skies were awoken. For just as the Cerk territory in Argopolas was bombarded, the Cerks responded with their air force, sending their fighters to combat the Lymocans, coming from the north.

  But, if Terka was considerably weaker than Lymoca in their aerial encounters, with both having equal technology, even more than Lymoca, and both lacking experience… then what now?

  As soon as the enemy appeared in Argopolas skies, without stopping, spreading up and down, widely advancing together, past Argopolas’s territory and above the sea. The Lymocan air forced hugged them as target practice. Anyone who didn’t get a chance to fight in the First Ters-Ly War because of timing were now having their chance.

  There was no question to be asked. Lymoca’s air force met Cerk’s, devastating the latter in a simple span of several seconds. Gunfire from every warplane targeted the enemy, leaving not one of them without holes before descending with black smoke telling of the impeding implosion they were about to suffer.

  Lymocan fighters advanced, not going to stop for this now, and not going to call it a victory until they barraged anything flyable the Cerks had.

  It has been years since Cerka and Torka tried taking Lymoca down a notch. When Lymoca responded to the brutal offense, they quieted down, if a bit. When Lymoca slapped their cheeks, cutting all relations with their government, they stayed like good dogs.

  Now, as they attacked Argopolas and Melenon, surprising 2 weak countries with a declaration of war after mobilizing, they were being treated more respectfully but in the same terms they did to them.

  Lymoca’s technology, for as much brainwashing Cerka and Torka gave their soldiers and people, and the government itself, was inherently superior to the south’s war technology and experience since thousands of years… It was almost like a journey to the past.

  The Lymocan navy didn’t fall behind. Their entrance was slow, but they had already started eliminating the Cerk navy with their missiles dispatched off by thrown… explosives? The Cerks couldn’t understand it, and ANS wasn’t in their asses to tell them everything.

  All they could see and understand was their missiles being self-detonated in the air. How? After suddenly stopping, which was the strangest matter at hand, they would be pushed to a side, sometimes backwards, even a couple of meters, before their warheads were forced to blow up.

  Lymocan vessels swarmed Argopolas’s waters, madly rushing in, blasting everything the enemy had to offer as slow targets. When the enemy helicopters took flight, the Lymocan air force used just one little combatant missile from above, commanding it to fly in nosediving trajectories to secure kills and down those combat helicopters.

  Even indirectly, the Cerk navy was attacked heavily from the front and east, while their rear was selectively destroyed by the already busy, rapidly passing Lymocan air force.

  It wasn’t only the Lymocan navy that was equipped with those explosives to stop top-notch missiles when their turrets weren’t situationally enough. The air force also had these, saving quite the dozens of fighters from damage as the war expanded.

  All the Valads saw was the skies they were too afraid to look at brighten and spark again, this time with the bells of victory accompanying those Ly fighters rushing insanely. All the Lymocan air force could see, in contrast, was the detailed, exploding meat falling from the skies before shooting past them.

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