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Post by Coconut on Jan 17, 2009 4:09:10 GMT -5
It had been some days, now, since Anya Nyetlenko had met with Piotr Reznov of the Tartar tribe, it had been some days since they'd brokered their historic deal which could mean that Russia could rise to it's original strength once more. That, obviously, was the goal of both Reznov and Nyetlenko, yet Nyetlenko aimed higher. As a young girl, she'd sat on the knee of her late father as he played with her, giggling and then curling up by the fire to listen to his stories of the Russia of old. She'd heard of the might of the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics in it's hey day, and she felt that, with the current unrest and turmoil in today's world, a united Russia could capitalise and make themselves far more powerful than they had been before hand. That was her aim and the aim of the Cossacks, and it'd soon be realised.
The northern fringes of Cossack territory were sparsely populated, the Murmanskian province on the other end devoid of life, due to the harsh conditions, until some one hundred miles into the territory of the opposing tribe. It technically counted as the land of the Murmanskian tribe, although the lack of troops in it meant the Cossacks could easily have taken that portion. However, Anya had no inclination to own a wasteland without the other part of it, the main Murmanskian province itself. Even sharing it out with the Tartar tribe would mean the Cossacks benefited more than if they'd stayed as they were without attacking it in bulk. The plan was ready, the ball set rolling, and now all that remained was for the Iron Fist of the Cossacks to strike downwards.
Since mid-morning of the previous day, Cossack troops had been massing some twenty miles south of the borders of the territories, preparing to march into the Murmanskian land and to strike at them in conjunction with the Tartars, who'd be hitting the western flank. The plan was made well; the Cossacks would strike the weaker southern flank of the Murmanskians, drawing forces away from the west, before the Tartars struck at the now weakened west flank, ploughing through the unsuspecting opposition and meeting the Cossacks in a pin movement to storm the heartlands of the Murmanskian province, ensuring victory if all went well. There was no way that the Murmanskians could predict the Cossacks and Tartars as working together, and they wouldn't be able to see either army massing until it was too late.
The Cossack scouts had been returning back to the camp behind the lines since the previous evening, reporting back on the unsuspecting Murmanskians being ready to marshal their troops as soon as they new of the threat, meaning the attack would have to be launched hard and fast. That was no problem for Anya; she'd been itching to attack for some time now. The ushanka's worn by the majority of the Cossacks, dark bear fur similar to the black hair of their leader, Anya Nyetlenko, made them a fearful sight, as did the heavy jackets and knee high boots, as well as the rifles slung over their backs, the Cossack war dress for years. Anya's father had modelled it on that worn by the Red Army during the time of the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics and, to this day, it still remained. They made a fearsome sight, with this attire and the swords strapped to their waists.
The hut from which Anya administrated over the Cossacks under her command contained a raging fire, inside the hut being the two Cossack Generals who'd be leading troops alongside Nyetlenko herself, in three separate squadrons designed to do the same as the Cossacks and Tartars combined, but on a smaller scale. "Are we ready?" Nyetlenko asked one, who nodded slowly, his goatee bobbing in the light. With this confirmation, Anya nodded to a man standing outside, who signalled the bayonets to light the beacon. Beacons had been prepared to signal the Tartars of when to attack, and now they were being lit. As each one lit with a blaze of flame, Nyetlenko smiled. The attack was ready. Exiting the tent, lifting the flap to emerge into the day, she faced the stone faced troops before her with a smile.
"Cossack people!" She roared over their heads, her mellifluous voice strangely commanding. "Allied as we are with the Tartars, we now don't have anyone to kill!" Laughter rose from the ranks as Anya smiled. "So we're striking, as you know, the Murmanskians. We override their southern defences whilst the Tartars strike the eastern defences. Is defeat a possibility?" She waited a moment, walking up and down before the front row. "Of course not!" There was a roar of approval from her men. "Now, we move!" Another roar. "Now we strike!" The roar grew louder, as Anya's voice rose to the level of a battle cry. "Now we bring down the Iron Fist of the Cossacks with all our might upon the Murmanskians!" As she raised her rifle above her head, he bellow back at her as the army began to move was colossal. The battlecry of the Cossacks echoed out over the snow covered plains with an echo. "Cossaaaaack!"
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Jan 18, 2009 16:16:14 GMT -5
Reznov and his men were a good mile or two away from the Western Flank hidden in the trees or the bushes. Some men were clad in wolf fur including a wolf head helmet they were bezerkers pride of his army willing to fight to the death. "now we must wait" said Reznov. Several men groaned. "fear not the Cossacks will not get all the kills" said Reznov. "we must take these lands if we wish to survive as you know our lands soil has become frozen and we will be safe from the pigs as they will not wish to strike the might of our allience with the Cossacks" said Reznov. "we will need to keep the element of surprise as long as we can bezerkers will guard our flank" said Reznov. "now we must remain silent until the moment is right to strike so please be still and do not make a sound" said Reznov. "we must strike hard and kill them all so the Cossacks and our men who will die here will be avenged..it was honorable for the Cossacks to take on the head of the Murmanskian forces.we can not let their men go unavenged" said Reznov.
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Post by Danny on Jan 22, 2009 19:54:56 GMT -5
Commander Krylov sat at a large dining table with a selection of maps laid out in front of him. "Can we do this later?" he growled quietly. "I am tired of this, nothing but plans, can we all just relax?" "Sir, with respect, we've been going over the counter attack and defencive plans, they are not in check, with many flaws," a well dressed man replied. "Can you do this without me?" Krylov asked. "We could, but it is imperative that you read the changes we have made and approve them," a different, older man said. "Fine, just get all of this out of my sight," Krylov said, stepping out of his chair and moving behind it. All the men in the room gathered their maps and charts and left in a hurry. Krylov remained behind his chair for a moment, thinking to himself. He then slowly wandered over to a window. "Bah!" Krylov spat, echoing in the large empty room. "Who would be foolish enough to attack us? Murmansk will never fall,"
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Post by Coconut on Jan 24, 2009 7:03:38 GMT -5
The first few miles of Murmanskian defences had been taken out without any sort of message getting through back to the main Murmanskians behind, allowing the Cossacks to cross the wasteland between the two provinces with relative ease, maintaining the element of surprise. The ice slid and crunched beneath the heavy boots of the Cossacks, the stone beneath providing ample support, even with the ice beginning to crack. As the first lines of the Murmanskian defences came into sight, Anya Nyetlenko, at the front of the charge, roared aloud a battle cry, the air rent with the cry of "Cossaaaaack!" The Murmanskians had been caught by surprise. As they fumbled to reach for their guns, the small stone outposts, linked together by barbed wire, coming ever closer to the Cossacks.
Gunshots echoed out as the Cossacks in the front rank dropped to one knee, unleashing a devastating volley upon the enemies in front, whilst the second row crouched behind, firing just over the shoulder of the first row, the third rank doing the same with the second rank, however standing up so as to get a better firing range. The first rank fired and, whilst reloading, the second did the same, before the third fired. By this time, the first had reloaded and was ready to fire again, ensuring a steady upkeep of bullets and gunfire at the defences. The first row of Murmanskian defenders, stumbling out half drunk on Vodka, were mown down in a gory display of blood, the bullets striking them down. The second load of Murmanskians were more cautious. Occupying the fortified huts or filling the trenches, they ensured they were behind cover as they began to return fire.
Yet they were heavily outnumbered, and they knew it. Despite their tactical positional advantage, they hadn't been able to cohesively mobilise, nor were their enough of them to hold off this large Cossack incursion. During the first few years of Murmanskian expansion, they'd feared the Cossacks would lead a large strike into their province to take it off them yet, as the years went on and nothing more than minor raids occurred, the Murmanskians had grown lax. Now, the attack came. As the Cossacks stormed the trenches, leaving none alive, the small house forts began to fall, one by one. Cossacks had already managed to cut off the communications link, so as to keep the element of surprise, and as Nyetlenko raised her gun to her shoulder, she smiled. Victory would soon be at hand.
The trenches were cold under foot, and slippery with the mix of ice and blood, yet Anya Nyetlenko didn't err in her footing as she moved her way forwards towards the remaining house fort in the section her commanded squad was assailing. The commander was hastily calling on the useless radio for back up and assistance, his nervous bodyguards standing at the door, guarding it. As a burly Cossack smashed down the door, one swung around, bringing his rifle round to fire at the incoming Cossacks. He never managed to squeeze the trigger. There was a sharp snap as Nyetlenko shot him with her hunting rifle from point blank range, the man falling backwards into his comrade with a scream, as Cossacks poured in. Kicking the door straight into another soldier, Nyetlenko stormed in, leading in yet more Cossacks.
As the commander of the defences of this part of the province fell to the floor, a bullet having struck his arm, a Cossack kicked him hard in the chest, knocking him to the floor, before raising his gun for another attack. It never came down. Nyetlenko's hand held it in a grip like a vice, stopping him from striking down the commander. "Kolya, there's nothing more he can do. Leave him. Make sure he's kept prisoner, but I want him alive when I return, do you understand me?" Shrugging, the man nodded. "Good." The first defences had fallen. Now it was time for Reznov to attack. Of course, that meant the Cossacks had to drawn the Murmanskians away, meaning they had to give away their presence. Going over to the rack of distress flares the Cossacks had captured earlier, Anya wedged them into the cold ice. Firing them, she watched impassively as golden fire lit up in the sky. This would bring the Murmanskians pouring forth, and would indicate to Reznov that it was time to storm his area.
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Jan 24, 2009 14:40:16 GMT -5
"that is the signal" said Reznov as he saw the flares rise into the air. He paused considering the speed in which they should advance. "march" ordered Reznov as he pointed forward. One by one the men emerged from into waves of scattered rows so they would be protected from machine gun fire and gernade plus the stupidness of a single file line as a sniper could easily get a headshot in and kill several people along with machine gunners. "today the Tartars go to war" said Reznov as he took the lead postion. His men began chanting and let outing war cries. "soon our enemies will know that have have envoked the wrath of the Tartars" said Reznov. "release the hounds they will lead us into battle" said Reznov. Soon a horde of dogs and wolves were released from their leashes and they were hungry and some of them possibly rabid he didn't know or care the dogs would provide them with a chance to see the Eastern defences and if they were ready plus these dogs were wild and captured for the purpose of war they did not have the civilised edge that some of dogs trained for battle did.
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Post by Danny on Jan 25, 2009 4:49:18 GMT -5
The doors to the Commanders room opened without warning, shocked, Krylov raised his head and glared at the boy approaching him with a folder. "I asked never to be disturbed while I am eating," he growled. "Unless it was urgent," replied the boy, placing the folder before him, saluting and leaving the room. Krylov pushed aside his plate and replaced it with the folder. He tore it open and took out the sheet of paper. "Chyort!" he cried, hammering his hand on the table. After sitting silently, he barged out of his room, getting the attention of his staff. "Sir?" one of his men questioned "We are at war, get all men to the front, repel these futile attacks!" he ordered. "Sir!" various men saluted, scrambling for radios and running out of the room. "Tartar and Cossak," he sighed, rubbing his forehead. "Destroy them!"
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Post by Coconut on Jan 29, 2009 13:22:02 GMT -5
The ploy had worked, it seemed. Even now Nyetlenko was being told of Murmanskian forces moving their way which, generally, wouldn't be so good a thing; of course, no one goes looking for fights, unless, of course, there was a much greater aim to it. Taking more territory, for example. This was a bi-product of that as this fight would ensure that both the Tartars and the Cossacks would gain more territory, something far better in the long run. It was reaching midday as, lined up in their respective ranks and standing stock still, the Murmanskian forces came into sight. The Cossacks had taken time to fortify positions and, as the Murmanskians neared, this became evident. Ground collapsed beneath the first wave of troops, the support beneath knocked out, the screams of Murmanskians lighting the air.
Yet the Murmanskians soon worked to stop this problem, laying planks across the breach to cross their troops over to the Cossacks, still in position. However, as they reached a low part of land beneath a small ridge, Cossacks, hidden in disguised trenches, leapt up to launch a surprise volley into either flank, the main body of Cossacks storming forwards to catch the already beleaguered body of the Murmanskians. As they began using their same method with the rifles, decimating the ranks in a vicious and repetitive attack, Nyetlenko, in between firing shots, began organising a large portion of the Cossack army ready for an additional charge. Drawing their blades, the midday sun shining upon them, they waited on her order.
As she gave the command for the charge, the Cossacks hit the pulverised Murmanskians like a ton of bricks, swords wheeling around to slice into the Murmanskians, portions of rifle-men behind providing supporting fire, taking care to avoid Cossacks whilst gunning down Murmanskians. The air was rent with the screams of the wounded, the hot, acidic smell of those who'd lost control of their bodily functions and so emptied both bladders and organs onto the battlefield, mixed in with the blood and sweat in the air. Nyetlenko didn't expect the storming of Murmansk to occur until the next day. Today's fight would be the target of today. Here today, gone tomorrow.
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Feb 1, 2009 20:51:43 GMT -5
The Tartar horde approached a trench in front of a bunker quickly laying waste to the occupants with machine gun and submachine gun fire. They ran into the bunker brutealy stabbing or haveing the secound group of dogs maul the occupants. "enemey reinforcemens kill them like the rest of them" said Piotr as a group of Murmanskian warriors came from a door leading into the bunker. Once the various group of reinforcemens were cleared Piotr pointed to door and a volley of moltav cocktails went in burning some incoming reinforcemens. "charge" said Piotr as he kicked the door back open and let out a burst of submachine gun fire. "once we take this bunker we may rest a bit" said Piotr in a ceasefire. The Tartars kept pushing deeper into the bunker till finaly it was done the Tartars had taken the it. Piotr cleaned the blood from his knife and approached the sole survivor of this encounter. "if anyone come in contact with us tell them that everything is ok..failure to coperate will end in you joining your comrads..I suggest you help us unless you wish to be dog food" said Piotr to the man who had a look of fear in his eyes and was to afraid to speak. "rest now comrades we will resume moving in a half of an hour..depending on how far we get you may not get to rest for a while" said Piotr as he watched the prisoner.
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Post by Danny on Feb 7, 2009 20:18:14 GMT -5
"Commander, the battle at the front is lost, we must order the retreat," whispered an aged General. "Retreat?" Commander Krylov questioned, spitting in the Generals face. "If we can get the men from the front back here in time, then we'll have a strong defensive," the same General said. "Defencive!?" Krylov roared. "Are you telling me Cossak and Tartar will reach my walls?" "Yes sir, by tomorrow. Their advance is swift and merciless," a different General said. Krylov slowly turned his head, enraged by the reality of the situation. He cussed and banged his fist on the table. "Order the retreat and prepare our defences!" Krylov yelled. "Wise decision, sir," a General saluted, moving off into the next room. "This battle will be one to remember. If Murmansk falls, then our battle cries will echo into the ages," he sighed. "I want everything and everyone armed,"
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Post by Coconut on Feb 8, 2009 4:17:28 GMT -5
The Tartars and Cossacks had smashed through their respective defences, what would have been a nigh on impossible feat for one horde being entirely open for two. Now, as Anya Nyetlenko stood in the captured Murmanskian territory, the remaining outpost of Murmanskian defence being the capital, Murmansk, she allowed herself a brief smile. Her consort, Vladimir, had led his troops as well as she had, and as the Murmanskians had fallen more land had joined the Cossack cause. As the Cossack troops moved over the cold, northern ice planes towards the predesigned meeting place, Anya waited only for Reznov to begin her - no, their - assault upon Murmansk.
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Feb 9, 2009 19:37:19 GMT -5
Piotr approached there meeting place. The day had gone well he was glad both sides were sucessful in their attacks on Murmanskan outposts. He silently cursed to himself they were running a tad late. "hurry we must make it to the meeting place on time day light is thinning" said Piotr as he ordered his troops to go into a run. "why we still can fight at night it has not stopped us before" said a general. "yes but the Cossacks may be alarmed in the darkness by our presence..you never know the night makes people more jumpy" said Reznov. "sir your hand is bleeding again you must not grip so hard to your rifle" said the general who notice his hands wrapping was covered in blood. "it is only a little blood I will be fine comrade" said Pitor. "sir I think that wound may be the end of you..for our safety I think you should stop leading our forces...at least in battle" said the general. Piotr stopped and glared at the general. "do not say that again..unless you wish to be put to death by firing squad because of that treason" said Piotr coldly. Piotr began running again and after a while they had finally made it to the meeting point. "rest we must wait for the Cossacks" said Piotr. A private shurgged he thought they were running late for real but he let it pass Reznov knew what he was doing and well it is better to be early then late. He opened his diary and began writing about the attack of the day. Sure he had a problem with the cruelity of the Tartars and well he hated killing..even animals it made him feel guilty and like a sinner. "truely all of us are going to burn for the battles we have fought and the battles we will continue to fight in the future. (Ooc I got board so decided to add this Pvt. he may come up again reflecting on events that have happened)
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Post by Danny on Feb 14, 2009 21:31:04 GMT -5
(OoC: World at War references much? xD)
"Commander, we are prepared for the Tartar and Cossack assault," a General said. Krylov nodded and continued to feast. "Though, we will need a few men to assist the evacuation of civilians," "No, arm them all," Krylov said with a mouth full of meat. "Sir?" "Arm every human able to bare arms, they will fight and die for our land, if they refuse to fight, execute them for treason," Krylov said, taking a sip from his wine. "The women and Children?" the General asked. "Yes damn it! All, arm them all!" Krylov yelled. The Generals looked at each other in shock. "Uh.. but sir, we haven't enough weapons to arm the civilians," one said. "You're lying," Krylov replied. "No sir, what weapons we had spare we used to arm volunteers," he said. Krylov wiped his mouth with a cloth and reached for his pistol, putting it to the Generals head and pulling the trigger, the shot echoing through the room. "Arm, them all," Krylov said, speaking deeply and slowly.
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Post by Coconut on Feb 16, 2009 5:56:17 GMT -5
((OOC: Heh, Chernov.))
"Comrades!" Anya's high, yet powerful, voice echoed out over the massed Tartars gathered before her, Anya standing upon a large rock and looking over her army, near the gates of Murmansk. "Today," she roared, punctuating each word with a punch of her rifle clenched in her fist into the air, "Is the day we strike down Murmansk, bring it to it's knees, splitting it's land down to become a part of this alliance between the Tartars and the Cossacks!" Many roars greeted her words, the crowd before her punching their own rifles into the air. "Today is the day, comrades, we strike them down. For, as Lenin said, Communism is Soviet Power plus the electrification of the entire country! And we shall electrify our entire country and rise up against those who oppress us!" The roar coming back was deafening.
As some of the more zealous Cossacks began to fire shots into the air, Murmansk behind dark and foreboding, almost as if it knew it's death was nigh, Anya held out her hands for calm and quiet. The roar subsided, like the sea slowly retracting back out. "And as Lenin also said, one man with a gun can control a hundred men without one. And we all have guns here!" Laughs greeted Anya's words as the cries rose louder, Anya raising her arms to the sky and facing upwards, the soft, pale skin of her neck visible between her heavy jacket and ushanka. "Comrades, now is the time! Now, Comrades, we storm Murmansk!" "Ura!" The cry this time was, unbelievably, even louder and, as Anya leapt off the rock to sprint towards the gates herself, her troops cried aloud alongside her. Those inside Murmansk must be quivering with fear.
Guns on the walltops of Murmansk echoed out their sharp retorts to the the Cossack's warcry, Anya not waiting for the Tartars, knowing that they would be able to attack the city as they would. They had the sense, she knew, to be able to make sure that the city would fall, and not to get in the way of the Cossacks. Cossack riflemen skidded to a halt, raising their guns upwards to the walls and firing back their own deadly volley of the powerful bullets, striking into many of the Murmanskian defenders, yet at a cost. The various fixed emplacements up above rained down lethal fire upon the Cossacks, cutting broad swathes through the troops. Yet Anya carried on her charge, and there were too few fixed emplacements upon the walls. These emplacements were also the focus of Cossack attention and, as less and less began to still be functional, more and more Murmanskians poured onto the walltops, firing down. Yet the Cossacks had reached the gate and, at Anya's command, began their attempts at battering it down.
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Mar 8, 2009 17:01:17 GMT -5
"help them" barked Pitor. "once we get through that gate Tartars I want you to loot as much as you can carry..leave none standing but the children..keep them as young as you can so they will not remember it was us who did this to them" said Poitr. He knew the olders ones would not like being POW's but they could fight for him..but they would require being watched by the higher ranks. The Tartars and the Cossacks managed to break upon the gates. "Tartars charge" yelled Pitor as he charged into the city.
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