It's been a few days since I returned from Harvard in the US. It was made easier when considering the sleeper cells that I inserted into the various captured American forces that included bureaucrats that had me as a local supporter of the regime that helped American troops back to health as a surgeon. It was an easier and clean identity with no connection to the Rùa, and so when I went on a tour inside of Harvard speaking a medium amount of English that I had "learned" in a few days, it was with that tour that I got access to a lot of different fields. I even got one related to the CDC 6600, which was the world's first supercomputer that was due to be sent to CERN, but the real goldmine I got was when I was allowed to view a demo of the "Shakey," which was one of the world's first robots that could move on its own to different rooms.
But all that was incomparable when I got to visit Lockheed Martin. Staff there were a true treasure trove, with my people in Vietnam already making use of the various underground manufactories to make the parts for the SR-71, which had been in design by a few project managers I passed, along with the various patents and their inner workings. We would have AIM-9 and AGM-65, with the blueprint from Raytheon being briefly seen by one of the managers. It was all the more easier to make it become second nature to us, and with that my trip in the US ended because I had to look after my "patients" in Vietnam. That was after I left a textbook of various medical procedures that would help train up new doctors, and it was reviewed, and by the time I landed it was already in American news outlets. The so-called "Medical Prodigy" was Vietnamized. It was a storm of bad press for the administration, with Johnson having in private stated that Vietnam was an undeveloped hell hole. It was not very popular among the so-called "righteous US population."
Even worse, when countless civil rights movements backed off the momentum, with MLK personally taking to the streets himself after the president's rant went public. Also, with the various different hits to America's prestige, people overseas lost confidence in the dollar, which led to a lot of shares being sold, which I grabbed up, becoming one of the top 15 wealthiest persons in the US if they could track it through my various shell companies and CEOs. But enough with the US.
"Minh, how has China reacted to our build-up?" I said as we were driven through a tunnel by way of a half-track.
"My Rùa, we have seen massive activity, with the previous numbers having doubled. We have also shifted more and more troops and have, through your mission, equipped our air force with the American missile systems, and thanks to our experience with the system we should wipe out any PLAAF. With our MIG-21 being our front-of-the-line fighters and the PF having more pylons, we can put our new missiles to use before an engagement and have our MIG-21 clean up any remains from the missile barrage. We are estimated to make 40 by today and have many more in the coming days as more and more high-end manufacturing comes online. We have already seen the rollout of the SA-76 along with a new stationary AA system, with the 'Dragon Turtle Gatling Cannon' coming online. With it all across our fortress it should chew through infantry and helicopters with ease, and we have solved the cooling problem with a massive water-cooling system built with a tungsten alloy. It should hold up for 30 minutes of continuous fire before melting down," said Minh as I looked at the blueprints.
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I nodded at the frankly absurd turret that would have no problem looking out of place in Red Alert 2, but by God was it going to traumatize the Chinese, as I looked at the passing tunnels where I saw whole production lines that were being powered by the various hydroelectric dams. It made for the perfect manufacturing base, and as I looked up I saw gantries moving partially constructed MIG-21s to different parts of the mountain that was hollowed out, as we reached the heavy cargo lift that brought me and Minh up to the command room.
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It had grown while I was away in America. With more semiconductors we had made massive amounts of terminals that didn't look too dissimilar to the ones from Fallout, with many being for the massive amount of radar and turrets. It made for a massive cohesive area where should one go down a whole lot more would spring up, as I made my way to the map at the front. I saw the lines being changed in real time, something that was supposed to happen years from now with DARPA's help, but that was the future or the past. It showed my forces that numbered 2.5 million spread across the whole line, yet they were not idle, with them helping build up more fortified positions and such. It was no matter when a red alarm went off as I saw the map cut to a live feed of Chinese forces pushing through our land bridges and engaging our border guards who were already in the hundreds of kills.
"Hmm, earlier than I thought. Guess that the nepo babies wanted some action. Minh, how long before the PLAAF arrive to help secure air supremacy?" I said with a calm air.
Minh saluted and walked over to a communication officer where he received a report and took it and came to me and put it in my outstretched hand, and with me reading it, my eyebrows behind my balaclava couldn't help but rise. The whole of the PLAAF was coming in a massive air campaign with no prior SEAD missions. God, didn't realize they were that uninformed.
"Minh, scramble our fighters. I want the skies belonging to us. Also have our PF form a separate attack towards Hainan, see about destroying the ammo dumps and have our stockpile of cluster munitions to be used on Fangchenggang. Stop any supply from the sea," I said as I calmly looked at the operations around the command room head into action.
"PEACE THROUGH POWER!" shouted the room, and Minh ran off while I had my maid bring me some tea. All in all, a good day for me and one giant leap for my people.
POV Nguyễn Văn Cốc, 1st strike squadron leader "Rùa Fangs"
"My comrades, today we fight not the attack dog of the world, but his lesser, he who bites with thousands of nips, a pup, and he has dared strike our home, the land of our GOD. Let us show the world the true meaning of his army. LET THE MIGHT OF OUR NATION BE SEEN BY ALL!" I yelled into the communication network.
"SEEN BY ALL!"
"SEEN BY ALL!"
"SEEN BY ALL!"
We moved through the skies with purpose, flying high, way above the standard of our aircraft's specs, but we were his Fangs and we shall know no fear. As my squadron moves through the skies, I spot our targets, a formation numbering 700 aircraft all heading to our home. It would not reach, so I swear.
I began diving down while my squadron picked their own targets, with us having a synergy. We shall break this wave, and with that I peer through the cockpit as I see the trails of missiles appearing as explosions light up the morning sun, tens of aircraft already breaking up, as I see a lone JU-7. I maneuver and with a short burst it lights up and I see the pilot's mangled body in the cockpit. Good, no mercy, not for those who defile his lands, as I go through more and more ammo, and then lose my missiles, with their heat tracking scoring 4 more kills. As I use the final payload, as I gain enough distance with my flight having not lost a single plane, we turn back around and let loose.
It was a new weapon. It was a rocket with no guidance or lock, just pure rocketry. It flew from the pod in the middle of my plane as it went into the reforming formation of the dogs, as did my wingmen. It was like 100 suns came up. These "Sky Clearers" were proximity-based dumb rockets that filled the surrounding detonation zone in so much shrapnel it clogged engines, and that's not even the best one. The "Beehive Rocket" was filled with miniature darts; they would devastate any formation. As the smoke cleared I saw none left. My flight had done its duty, and we shall continue to do so. PEACE THROUGH POWER.
POV Marshal Lin Bao, Marshal of a losing army
It's bad. No, bad doesn't even describe the absolute colossal fucking understatement that this hell is, as I'm running through the former camp of my troops after yet another attack from their airpower. I can't help but blame the air force. The pure arrogance to believe a knockout blow before the operation. Such foolishness can only happen in the capital.
I quickly duck for cover when another line of explosions blow up another line of tanks. There goes hundreds of thousands wasted of production, as I keep on running back to the command bunker, where the SPAA was halved from the sneak attacks. We couldn't even see where from. Our radar was knocked out a day ago by those forest men. We had yet to have any chance to rest, as I continue running, as I'm quickly pulled inside the bunker as I hear the sounds of the radios coming in and out along with a terrifying static that seemed to echo in my mind, as I pull my handgun and move with the scared riflemen at my side. Wait, why wo--.
Vũ Tấn Trương, holder of an obese Manatee
I'm lucky, so lucky. I caught the commander of these infidels as I haul him from the entrance to the hole we dug into the command room, where I pass the hundreds of bodies of the radio operators and guards, and this manatee's mistress, as I haul him I repeat the code word for important prisoners, "Dragon's Gold," which was replied with "Is always lesser," as I was helped by a fellow stalker as we moved him to the tunnels where I reported the commander, as we set out the white phosphorus bombs we hid throughout the camp. It made it easier to see for the artillery.
As we move the manatee, I see the culmination of our work and it's beautiful: thousands dead, tens of thousands crippled and traumatized. We shall roll over the nation for the Rùa. We shall conquer it, and for the glory of progress shall we sustain it.
Mao Zedong, Chairman of the CCP
Bad is my first thought. While we have made slight progress, it's not nearly enough for the casualties we have sustained. I'm ready to call it a border conflict like those in Pakistan and India. As I'm about to have some more seasoned pork, an aide hurriedly knocks on the door. As my bodyguards pat him down before allowing him to approach, he brings with him a letter.
'We got your Marshal. He's a coward. Are you the same?' in with a photo, and the aide smiles as he pops a capsule in his teeth as he dies in front of me with a white powder coming out and into the air. I quickly push my guards out of the way and jump from the balcony into the pool, but I hit my leg on the edge as I cry out underwater, as I pass out when I'm pulled out of it.
POV Hammers Fall operative
Truly, one is all that's needed, I thought as I pull the chairman into a van as I have a stand-in ready, as I hear the fighting has already stopped. Good. We need the people of this land for the goals of the supreme one. Unification shall come into the world as a shock, but they will say something but never do, for action speaks far louder than any words, and when the population becomes enlightened we shall see global prosperity.
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Authors note: hope you enjoyed it, also give me some feed back on the AI art i used, sorry if it upsets anyone but I'm not for doing commissioning , moving on as always you comment give me the Motivation, and for the Map i did check it out and yes i will probably update it, but id rather focus on some more writing first helps me figure out where everything should be lol, anyway hope you all have an amazing day. Like Quote ReplyReport Reactions:FaReales, TarvisGhana2018, Axes and 13 others