Warsaw, Russia.
August 6th, 1915.
Colonel Eden Talos.
Never in his life had Eden prepared himself for the bullshittery that was Mortars.
Got a group of people over there? Mortar those sons of bitches.
Oh? Their bodies are not dismembered? Mortar them again!
What he is getting at is... Mortars are such a good alternative to throwing people at trenches. One reason, no fucking casualties, second reason, trench go boom.
Eden looked at the trench the Austro-Hungarian soldiers had dug, watching as black and grey squad continuously dropped mortars on the poor fucks.
Did he feel any remorse? Not really.
Perhaps it was due to his training, but he didn't view his enemy as people, at least, not the soldiers fighting against them.
Truthfully speaking, he knew they were on the wrong side of the war. Austria-Hungary was the one who had their leader assassinated, however, that did not discredit what the germans did to one of their ships, even if there wasn't any damage, it was intended to kill his fellow countrymen and women.
So, at this current moment, when he ordered for the two squads to halt their fire on the entrenchment, the only thought going through the colonel's mind was how foul it probably smelled over in the trenches over in front of him.
"Well, a lesson has been learned. I expect every single Soldier on watch to report any unusual sightings. It is very likely that more Austro-Hungarians will come soon, perhaps even attempt to encircle us," Colonel Tacos would say over the Radio.
There was static for a few moments before Lieutenant Colonel Matthews responded.
"Sir, should our mechanized divisions remain in position near the city?"
Eden pondered over the question for a few moments, thinking about the risk versus rewards that could be obtained.
Truth be told, he doubted anything could actually penetrate the Abrams armor. It was just far too advanced, even for his men's current weaponry, the best they could do was disable a track or two.
Which just made him question why he hadn't asked for more mechanized divisions to join in on the operation. He could imagine an entire lines of tanks and infantry driving through Russia, and into Austria rather quickly. They would definitely be unstoppable.
"Fuck it, Lieutenant Colonel Matthews, you're authorized to go hunting within fifty square kilometers. Give your men the order, and make sure to cripple our opponent completely."
If they didn't outright kill most of the forces advancing, they'd definitely terrify them enough to make them flee. The radio went silent again for a brief moment, before the Lieutenant Colonel confirmed the order, his men already stocking up with tank rounds and ammunition for the remote operated machine guns on their tanks.
Eden was positive that there'd be nothing to truly worry about, however, before they could be sent off, a report had started on the radio.
"Sir, there's a large number of trucks coming in from the west," a soldier keeping watch said over the radio, before others joined in "We got more coming in from the south west."
"More coming from the northwest as well, I think they might be trying to encircle us," they all continued to report over the radio.
"Battle stations, everyone. Lieutenant Colonel, I want your armor to ensure we don't become encircled. Do what you must quickly," he ordered, making sure his rifle had a bullet in the chamber.
Bullets began to soar overhead, as many Austrian soldiers tried to take potshots at the snipers as they were being driven towards a more concealed area in the trees.
"OPEN FIRE!" He shouted, peeking his head out to fire at the trucks. Bullets soared past his head, a few grazing his helmet, making his adrenaline spike slightly. He trusted his equipment, but even then, he held the "what ifs?" questions in his head, as all people did.
He could hear the engines of the Abrams tanks rev, as they began to exit the city in a singular line, quickly spreading out after getting off the road of the city. Their cannons boomed, as we saw various Model T trucks of the Austro-Hungarians become completely destroyed, any people inside the truck, and its bed had to have been killed instantly.
The tide began to shift almost immediately, as the tanks began to slowly catch up to the trucks.
The top speed for Auroa's tanks was roughly 66 Kilometers per hour, so, slightly behind the model t, but taking into consideration the fact that it could travel over the land easier than the trucks, and the fact that each tank weighed 65 tons, and it became clear just how superior the engines of the tanks were to the trucks the enemy were using.
The infantry of Auroa watched as shot after shot came from each Abrams, destroying trucks, killing soldiers, and ruining the forest, as the machine guns mounted up top continued to gun down any survivors.
War was brutal for the opposing side. The technological advancements of Auroa making the infantry of the army hardly have to work, as they simply killed any soldier still alive, serving as an act of mercy for their suffering minds.
The northwest was cleared quickly, while the men stationed in the southwest continued to lay down fire, suppressing the enemy to buy time for the tanks who were beginning to push through the west.
It was clear they hadn't expected such resistance. Eden was kind of wondering why they even had boots on the ground, when they could just bulldoze their way all the way to Austria with tanks alone.
The thought was halted, as a bullet struck his helmet, knocking him down temporarily.
"Motherfucker," he said, a headache quickly forming as he got into some good cover, removing his helmet to check for any damages to his head and equipment.
No blood, which was good. He looked at his helmet, and noticed a small dent in it, before sighing, putting it back on.
"I guess the enemy is taking potshots at us too," he said, before getting out of his post, substituting it with another soldier as he jogged towards the Command center they had set up. No civilians were out right now, in the bunkers they had hastily made for them. "SIR, YOU HAVE HEADQUARTERS ASKING FOR YOU!" One of the logistics personnel shouted, the gunfire making it impossible to hear by normal means. "LEAD THE WAY!"