Mineło trochę czasu, tak?

Sorry if I took this long to get this out but I had a lot on my plate as school year has started for me. And not just any school year, it's my last in high school so I would have to lock in more to get into the college that I want. I am not saying that I will go on hiatus, but the uploading rate will be less than it was before as I would focus on getting my grades up and all that.

After all, at its core, FIANV is just a hobby, but a fun one nonetheless, and I intend to make the most out of it whenever my hands are free.

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"...That is the end of our reports, my Lord"

Hošče, Demonic State, 16/11/1702 The ogre who now taken control of the land forces in addition to his existing position in the wyvern corps had now just summed up the progress of fortification construction across their occupied territories, which so far had managed to cover half of Beri, a quarter of Eljeð and Saane.

"Good..." the Demon Lord on his armless throne, an aftermath of two separate occasions of some sort of rage "...And I presume all of them are operational?"

"Yes, my Lord" answered back Krokur "All of the fortification built so far are all manned by our combat troops"

"Good... good good good... now we can worry more about rebuilding our strength..."

Then, just as he finished, a faint boom could be heard from outside.

"...What was that?" asked the Lord again, facing the direction where the sound came from.

"Someone might have done some mischiefs again, my Lord..." replied Krokur who'd also look at the same way.

And then, more and more of those similar sounding booms would erupt at various amplification, some far, some close. Flabbergasted by the sudden eruption of so many sounds going off at such a rate, the Lord would stand up from the throne himself and walks towards a window. To his shock, the first thing he saw is the smokes rising from other places in the island of Beri in the midst of an evening skies...

...

"...This early morning, the MoD had confirmed that the Foreign Battalion in Svarher, mainly consisting of Berians, have reached a high readiness level. According to a spokesperson, through intensive training, the soldiers hailing from outside countries have finally reached a state of readily deployed as part of the task force that will be activated if an intervention is to be called for.

This follows the past announcements of Geschnokean troops now being able to conduct drills alongside Flash military with the most recent one seeing both forces on a naval drill which involves naval airpower as well as coastal assault conducted by Marines, and the announcement of additional transfer of equipment later approved several days later.

With this change in how the coalition now works with each other, the spokesperson would continue to reiterate that the Defense Forces along with allies continue to commit to the effort of returning the status quo prior to the Demons takeover of Beria" - Dagen Begivenheder

"The fuck you're doing listening to broadcast from 2 weeks ago?"

"I'm really out of touch, okay?"

Few hours earlier Svarher, Flashia, 16/11/2017 Sailors of Flash Navy would hang around the dock as all they did after the exercise had concluded days ago was just waiting.

"Damn, you really must be living under a rock then..."

"Fuck off man... if you're here, just tell me something"

"Yeah, about that, I was just going to say that we're moving out soon"

The sailor sighed as he continued to listen in the past broadcasts.

"Lemme guess, another exercise?"

"Thought so too, but cap said that it ain't another one"

"Then what is it?" his full attention was diverted to his fellow.

"He said he'd fill us in later, and he needs everyone on deck for briefing"

"Alright fine" he'd shut off his phone where he had been having his ears on afterward and then stood up "Let's go and see what he wants..."

The sailors would go on and walk out of the building and navigate their way through the dock for their ship, a ship of destroyer class that the Geschnokeans keep insisting as a light cruiser.



[Note: The ship would appear differently in reality as it would be more Nordic-ized so to speak with different missile armament and sensors. And yes, this is the same class that appeared in Gevaka, prob should have put this on earlier]

...

The Esterrians and the Naeslagts are now on their way to the port after having sitting around and doing mostly nothing outside of a few drills and grunts doing grunts stuff afterward. Hauled around in their APC, one would wonder where they're going now.

"...Hey do you know what those Flash soldiers meant that we look like ones from the 90s?"

"...Maybe because we're wearing their equipment of the past era?"

"Huh... interesting"

Just this morning, when they were starting off their day, the CO had suddenly barged into their barracks and ordered them to gear up and move out in their APC's.

"...If their calendar is 2017, and assuming the 90's is referring to 1990 to 1999, that means we're wearing gear from about 20 years ago?"

"I suppose so..."

When asked about where they were going upon mounting up, the armored fighting vehicle just simply said to the port. Anything further than that, they do not know.

"...That's weird, as far as I know, my latest stuff dates back to 1988..."

"That's still pretty close, no...? Also how could you possibly know that?"

For now, all they could do is to have a bit of a chat while they have nothing else to do just to pass the time and keep themselves from being bored.

...

"ATTEN~TION!"

Lines of Geschnokean infantry were gathered outside of their barracks with their combat gear and weapon laid upright on the ground to the stock would be assembled and their legged straightened from the order of their commander.

"First deal of business" he continued "I would like to express my praise yet again for being outstanding in the last bilateral drill with the Flashian Army. Given our situation and admittedly high expectation, you have done it all exceedingly well. Secondly, I believe it is time for the big day..."

A portion of the rank-and-file would glance at each other with mild confusion.

"If you still do not know, let's just say you should write up a will beforehand, because you're going to Beria"

They would be lying if they said they were not expecting such a thing, what wouldn't be a lie however is that they have become quite nervous even though they have been preparing for this for days.

"You will embark on a journey for justice, for protection of the civilizations of the world from the demons of the long lost empire that must be dealt with at all cost" the officer paced back and forth "As much I don't want to see any of you coming back in a coffin, I cannot guarantee that will not happen. If you do fall down on the field, then rest assured, your sacrifice will not be in vain and you will be remembered as a righteous crusader who fought to defend the world from the potential grave danger"

The CO would then swiftly halt before them.

"That is all I shall say, may the gods bless thee, and I hope I could see all of you back in one piece. Now, sling arms!"

The soldiers would promptly follow through the order by having their weapon slung to their back while the commanding officer would turn to his right.

"To the left, turn!"

Simultaneously, the rank-and-file turned 90 degrees to the left on the sole of their left and the tip of their right before finishing the maneuver by having their right feet moved forward to rejoin the other one.

"Onward, march!"

The formation would now be marching their way away of their safe and warm barracks shared with their Flash counterparts and to the treacherous adventure that awaits them.

...

"Hey, are you nervous?" asked a Berian Foreign Battalion personnel to the one ahead of him in the line as they're bouncing up and down in their boat.

"Huh? Me? Nervous? What are you talking about?"

"Come on, I know when someone is questioning their life choices when I see one, I'm no better either"

The other soldier would then keep quiet whilst the muffled sound of explosions and some gunshots could be heard.

"But still, do your best and good luck out there..."

"...May the gods be with you as well"

After a little longer, the boat would slow down, and just before halting completely, the hatch opened up and the ramp dropped down, leading the first soldier to jump out into the beach as with the other boats.

Eljeð, present time The night of 16/11 is the night that the Berians loyal to the crown, for the first time in a while return to the homeland, not with wooden arquebus, but with assault rifles in black.

"Glaciers have landed! I repeat, Glaciers are now on the beach!"

As artillery shells and missiles are striking further into the island, .50 CAL of the 'Stridsbåt' would whizz above the polar bears to make sure that the enemy would have little chance to fight back and cover their advance.



"MOVE ONWARD!" yelled out the officer leading the landing party "SPREAD OUT AND SHOOT AS YOU MOVE!"

While attempting to fight back the reflex of flinching to the bullets that they know is from their side, the Berians would keep low and inch closer while putting some bullets out at the hill with fortifications above.

Arrows would still be flying upon them, but all of them wouldn't end up impaling anyone on the beach as due to being spreading out and perhaps also sheer luck, they were able to dodge every single of the sharp projectiles.

The first polar bears would begin to climb up to the top of the hill, machine gun fire directed away to allow the riflemen to do their little cleaning service by pulling the pin of a green oval...

...

"WHAT IN THE LORD'S NAME IS THIS-"

BOOM

Something had exploded in the demons' fortification, the explosion merely a dust. Yet beyond the weak facade is a deadly effect of shrapnel finding their way into those unfortunately enough to be within its close proximity, often resulting in a sudden end to their fight.

"WHAT JUST HAPPENED-"

Just before the surrounding DLA troops could fully process the instant destruction of one of their positions, the air suddenly get zipped by some kind of projectiles before the lizards and goblins alike falling down to the agony of said projectiles impacting their mortal vessel. Some went cold, forever in slumber; some still warm and awake, but couldn't stand up.

A lizardman would be lying down in the trench, groaning in pain as he could only look around, much to the horror of him seeing more of his comrades getting taken out after the deafening banging sounds.

Someone would approach them, and using his eyes that could see in the dark, he was able to make out a recognizable kind of demi-human covered in strange clothing, even if the helmet in a pattern in white and green vests completely obscured his view to their ears.

"THE BEARS HAVE RETUR-"

Before he could finish, the Berian coldly put him out of misery with a single trigger pull of his weapon.

...

Bombs and artillery shells from ships had been dropped on numerous position and infrastructure used by the Lord's Army, the Navy also undertaking responsibilities for sinking warships of the enemy, and now, the boots had stepped foot on the islands.

With the invasion is in its early stages and in full motion, the unprepared defenders take heavy losses, but they still aren't going to give up their control of the island without a good fight. To help with their situation, wyverns were dispatched to deal with the landing parties and the naval fleet pummeling their troops.

"Engaging wyverns!"

But as they would find out, not even in the skies would they be safe. Something that should have been painfully obvious by now.

Beri Island's Airspace A pair of biplanes would break off from their formation, turning to point their nose the wyverns to their right, flanking (flying perpendicular) to them. They would give it a bit more time to close the distance just so they can get in range.

After a while getting the targets bigger from their perspective, the pilots finally pulled the trigger. The subsequently constant flow of bullet that is also periodically cut off by the rotors being in the way would prove hellish for the wyvern riders who are unfortunately enough to be in their crosshairs.

Their steads' wings would quickly be shredded into pieces and if lucky enough, the riders turned to red mists, either way they're still falling lifelessly.

"Good kills! Good kills!"

A few wyverns added to their record of shooting down enemy air assets, a progress towards total air supremacy over the Berian Islands.

...

"Hanging!" yelled out a mortarman of the Esterrian Royal Army, holding a shell halfway into the barrel.

"FIRE!"

"On the way!" he would let the round drop into the mortar and swiftly turn away and lower his head. A moment later, a deafening BANG mixed with a clang alongside a brief period of fireball would send the shell flying into the skies.

Saane Island The mortar round would join a few others to have a taste of flight, pointing up to reach for the clouds before slowing and slowing down with the air coupled with their fins at the back gradually orient themselves to the ground.

From there, the rounds would free fall straight to the ground, straight to the demon postions.

WHOOSH

BOOM x3

A combination of the snow, the dirt, shrapnels of steel and perhaps even drops of blood would be shot upward and in every direction upon exploding, sending shocks to those of the receiving end trying to figure themselves out of the situation.

The explosions would continue to pummel the demons troops for 2 more rounds before seemingly stopping. As they found out later however, it's only the start of their nightmare.

Shoutings and yelling, and later footsteps would sound out on the battlefield, the charge of the strange human soldiers with daggers stuck on the front of the black staves that they held had begun.

"SHOOT THEM DOWN! DON'T LET THEM GET REMOTELY CLOSE!"

The lizardmen who are amongst the most calm of the demon species present here would gather their bow and arrow and take aim at the men in white that are spread out in formation. Just as they drew and about to fire however, series of projectiles of green light would put holes on many of them from their flank, catching everybody else off-guard, causing the arrows to fly anywhere but the soldiers they were supposed to take out.

"We're not going to make it!"

And indeed, the men in white would get too close for the bow to be any effective, prompting those who have them to draw their daggers or swords out. Some not being able to do so before getting struck by the blades as the humans went in.

The demons in turn would rush them, swinging their weaponry back. However just as they were going to deliver a blow....

BANG BANG BANG

...with the staves already trained on them, there wasn't much to do against it before many would be downed at a moment's notice by something that it could not see other than puffs of smokes and a flash of yellow light emitted from the front end of the stave.

...

"MG team, check your fire, we now got friendlies in the trench"

"I got you covered!"

As more of their comrades pulled up into the DLA trench, the Esterrians would begin slaughtering the goblins, demons and orcs with their assault rifles of two different barrel lengths and bayonets on their muzzle.

"Is there anymore on the other side?" inquired a fellow on the radio.

To which the fireteam leader would send over a reply:

"We got a lot more here but we're making quick work of them!"

With the last man having left the beach, the pointman who have been holding down the section and also create a big pile of dead body would feel a light pat to his shoulder.

"Move up" calmly ordered the leader behind him, which shortly got the man to continue his way forward along with the rest of the team as an explosion of what seems to be that of grenades sounded out in the background, forming a square of 4 men.

"WATCH OUT!" yelled out one of the rear guard before he'd then gun down a goblin going for them with a club from above, the backline of the DLA.

"That was close... Appreciate that one"

"Aye..."

They'd take on a section of the trench, firing more of their intermediate bullets as well as stabbing anyone that gets too close for comfort. It was at this point that demons who are still able to stand are also seemingly pulling out of the fight, though it's doubtful they'd get as much out alive as a faraway machine gun would zero in on them.

...

As 4 of the Flash Navy's landing crafts have set their ramps on the South Western shore of Beri, 2 massive hovercrafts would also approach the beach turned combat zone.

While bullets are already sent over by the Mariner with their bullpup rifles, the LCAC carrying the vehicles and troops of Naeslagtland would slow down as they near their destination. Once they were in contact with the surface, the hovercrafts would lower their ramp down to make way.

"Good luck out there boys!" encouraged Arnt Rosett over the radio, their commander who would stay at the sea for a bit "Go and get them to pay the price!"

Leading the armored assault on the demons would be the BMP-2MD with a white paint on its side spelling 'HEVNEN FINNS', who'd go on to fire the first Naeslagtlandic shot with its 30mm autocannon directed at one of the fortifications set up along the beach while a few arrows were fired at it in vain.

"Kaikille, kaikille. Neslalainen panssarit oli ollu ny laskeutuuneet rannalle"

With 2 platoons worth of BMP's, the IFV's would go into a spread out position and hold the line, staying in front of the existing Mariner infantry who are also just staying where they are at the moment. This would allow for the dismounts of troops as they poured out from the rear of the vehicles and formed lines of battle rifles.

"Curse me, my back's been straining in there!"

With the infantry squads set, the line would slowly advance with the infantry fighting vehicles firing off their machine guns and cannons in support of the advance.

...

"WHO IN THE LORD'S NAME ARE-"

Before he could finish, the lizardman would be brutally blown in smithereens by the explosions that spared no mercy to his mortal vessel whilst also taking out an orc near him along.

Whatever those projectiles are shot at them, it's undeniable that it deters them from being able to be as effective as a fighting force in the name of the Demon Lord. Sure, they did got some arrows out, and one of them even scored a hit, but that one was merely injured and quite often, the archer's position would be lit up in a frighteningly quick response.

"HALT THEIR ADVANCE!" panickingly yelled the commander of this forces "DON'T LET THEM GET CLOSE!"

"SIR, WITH DUE RESPECT, THAT IS JUST MAD!"

If one could see what is out there amidst the scene of projectiles both invisible chipping away their defense, one could see the invaders on foot slowly advancing with their wheeled behemoths. They now knew very well the danger that this formation pose to their Demonic State, what are they supposed to do with it?

Swords cannot reach far nor can arrows even make a singular miniscule dent on whatever those things are.

After taking too much to bear, the commander of this force would get his sense back together.

"RETREAT ALL! RETREAT TO THE REAR LINES!"

The yelling would start a series of event of the demons frantically pulling away from their positions in the trench and what remained of their fortifications as some lizards would also pull away some goblins who didn't get the message along.

...

A crazed yell would reverberates in the forest followed by a goblin impaled and pinned into a tree by a Geschnokean bayonet. In excruciating pain, the goblin would wind up a swing of his sword in an effort to free himself.

BANG

But before the goblin knew what was coming the pin struck the primer, with a bullet sent directly into its body and its consciousness slipping away before it could do a swing on the human, with the blade soon retracted.

Eastern Beri As their brothers-in-arms fight in other islands and the other part of this particular island, the riflemen of the Second Civilized Region would set foot here and rushes through the trees and bushes covered in snow.

"For how long we will advance sir?!" a Geschnokean soldier shouted out.

"As long as our foot is still moving" replied the officer whose commands this contingent is under "We shall not halt!" as he then fired a shot of his pistol.

With their initial defensive trench bombarded into oblivion, courtesy of the Geschnokean Navy, their pace of advancing could never be this fast before. Sure, Opila was a steamroll for them back in the day, but they had guns while these don't.

"Could really use the machine gun now..."

"You daft or something? You know those can't be carried in hands alone!"

As they're on the offensive for the time being, no machine gun could be properly set up on their part. Nonetheless, they'd still do with their bolt rifles.

"Oi, look at them go! They're stabbing those demons again!"

And also bayonets sticking out of some of the soldiers' rifles.

...

The Berians hold their position in Eljeð, in a trench that they swept clean of any sign of life of lizards, 'swines', and 'green retards'

"What a whole lot of mess here..." commented one of the rank-and-files "Stinks a lot too"

The polar bears stopped here at this strip of land so that they could prepare better against a counter-attack that strangely didn't come and to give more of their fellows more time to get settled in. It also gives them an opportunity to rest their bodies a bit.

"...So why do you think Flaši sent us here instead of straight to Beri?"

"Could be because they thought we aren't that ready yet"

"How so? I am as ready to take on that lord as ever"

"You sure do... but remember, the Lord is great powerful being, and they probably know that as well, so I guess they sent us here to give us a more easier job and also adjusting ourselves as we fight..."

"Ah, so I just have to consider this as a practice ground for us?"

"If you want to, I guess..."

As they wait around for a particular platoon, the infantrymen keep their eyes peeled for anything that screams DLA in the areas nearby. As a result, 5.56 would occassionally erupt and directed at some movements, mostly around the distant bush.

And all of those shots were for a scarce amount of troops as opposed to the waves they expected.

"Foghorn, interrogative, can anyone confirm the location of friendlies in the area? Over"

From the callsign given from the transmission, they instantly knew who they were talking to.

"This is Glacier, which way are you going?"

"Foghorn, uh... we should be coming from East to West, over"

"Copy that, we will be from your South, in the trench where we should be emerging soon when you come over"

"Acknowledged"

Foghorn is the platoon commander of the Foreign Battalion vics that was slated to land somewhere nearby that just happens to be flatter and more open after the other landing party was done dealing with the demons.

"Lads! We will climb out of our position and advance on my signal!"

They would then stand their ground for a little longer, now also looking out for the big moving boxes with guns on them, something that would take them quite a while...

"Wait... you hear that?" inquired an aide to the commander in response to the sound of a throttling rumble reaching his sense.

To which, the CO would shortly follow with his binocular brought out and extended to fit his eyes. Looking through the lens, he would shortly get a PID (Positive Identification) of the infantry fighting vehicles that were more APCs emerging from his right.

"Attention!" ordered the commander as he puts away his binocular "Advance!"

The Berians would shortly have their men out of the trench and creep further from the coast where they had come from.

"Foghorn here, we got visual, we'll hold position for you"

...

"CLEAAAAR!"

"AWAY!"

BOOM

What is essentially an oversized explosive bullet fired off an oversized single-shot rifle of the Esterrians would obliterate a formation of the demons, about a second after a large jet thrust kicked up particles everywhere.

With the used casing dropped, the 2-man crew would relocate back into their lines that they have been holding alongside their units to the North-East of the trench they just took over.

"I know we have rapid-firing guns and all that but uh... those vics better pick up the haste before we're out of lead to spare!"

In stark contrast to an equivalent in Eljeð, the Esterrian present at a company size are facing a full-on counterattack from hundreds of mindless goblins and lizardmen providing support to the charge from the back.

"You know for someone hit in the arm, you still shoot pretty good" commented a rifleman.

"Just let me focus man..." the machine gunner nonchalantly reply despite the pain with the bandage wrapped around his wound before he then send more bursts of fire to left, then right.

Despite the suppression as a consequence of having all their guns at the demonic soldiers, some arrows would still manage to be sent raining down on their position, either resulting in no joy for the reptiles, hit but harmlessly broke off from their kevlar helmet or actually scoring an injury like this poor lad.

"...Quick, help me get the barrel changed... aw shite..." as he would flick the latch open, still fighting the pain at the same time.

...

As one of their bi-planes buzzes above their position, soldiers of the expeditionary force would hold their ground around the end of the forest, facing an open terrain and a town just further ahead of them.

With the machine guns having quickly been set up around this small line, the commander of this contingent would push down the cartridges stuck onto the clip into the internal magazine of his pistol, then pulling the metal out and drop the safety, sending the slide home and chambering a round.

Now ready to pull the trigger again, he'd wait with his men for the enemies to come around and try striking them back. In the meantime, he would also look around his position, and that's when he got a realization.

"...How could trees even grow here?" the officer mumbled.

As far as he knows, the condition here is even further from ideal for a tree to even spring up in the first place if we were to follow the well-established notion in this world that the further North you go, the colder it is. And whilst Svarher do have trees, it wasn't that North so he figured it sort of made sense.

His first thought realizing this was that it had to be magic being all behind this... I wonder what yours could be*.

"Reporting!" shouted out a personnel amongst the ranks "Large amount of troops advancing on the road, clustered shouder-to-shoulder!"

The call out prompts the commanding officer to turn his eyes back to the front. Even without a binocular, he could clearly see the large formation of the demons right ahead. Numbering some around an entire regiment, it's a force to be reckoned of by any opposing troops that makes up a company...

"So what's the call sir?"

"...Just light them up, have them a little taste of our little warfare"

"Acknowledged"

...Just not for the one with machine guns.

"Attention, MG teams" dispatched a radio operator "Engage at will!"

And almost immediately, all of their few but mighty heavy guns had their trigger depressed at a moment notice, each letting out a slow yet rapid rate of fire that didn't let the demons react before their leading formation were nearly wiped out as a result.

A few desparate seconds to process what they seen later, the goblins and the orcs figured out that they were under attack, and so spread out into line where they'd proceed to charge across the fields and into where they had come from with their melee on their hands.

But they too would not have hope of making it, nor do they have any luck for surviving. The riflemen of the Dominion, with their weapons pointing only forward sent salvos of lead directly at the charging demons. Half the time, the bullets would zip past, the other time either a goblin or an orc, or maybe even a lizardman would lie down on the ground, having only a little bit of time to say their prayers if any at all before they'd leave this world for good.

Despite the blood splattering all around them, they courageously, maybe a little mindlessly kept on forward before the hail had taken its last victim on this field.

With seemingly no more to be worried of, the shooting would quickly quiet down, now giving their officer and others to properly assess the situation. The CO watches over the field for some time with his men put on hold, scanning for any signs of additional enemy forces in the area from left to right.

A minute would go past and he was now sure of what to do next. He grabbed the standard issued whistle he had been wearing around his neck with his pistol still held firmly in his right grip. He'd put it in between his lips and shortly blew out a breath, sending out high-pitched sound that could be heard across the field.

Getting the signal, the riflemen stood up from their positions and went out of the treeline along with the commissioned officer. As for the machine gun crews, they'd stay put until further notice just in case something happens.

The riflemen sproadically ran past the field filled with dead bodies and parts of the snow dyed with their bloods still oozing out of the holes they incurred from the shots of the heavy automatic and the straight-pull bolts.

As they do not encounter any other demons standing their way, the Geschnokean troops would never end up having to fire another shot before they halted after covering about 100 meters worth of ground.

Again they'd assess the surroundings for any suspicious sign for a bit before deciding yet again that the coast is clear for the time being.

"Pass down an order for the machine guns..." the officer calmly ordered his RTO who have been staying close to him "...Tell them to move forward and set their heavies here, along the line"

"Acknowledged"

...

Ijzerwagens of the Esterrian contingent had finally relieved the trench defenders with their machine guns cutting down and deterring any further counterattack from the DLA as it was becoming too costly to move forward with retaking the line again and again.

They could just advance again, but at that point, the Esterrians depleted their ammunition supplies, rendering them inoperable for any further offensive action...

"HE LOADED!"

Enters the IFVs of the 10th Division of the Flash Land Army.

"FIRE AND ADJUST!"

THUNK-THUNK-THUNK-THUNK-THUNK

Saane Being one of the two battalions of their unit that landed around the first minutes, the 2nd Mechanized Battalion from the 4th Brigade would push Eastward while the 3rd of the same Brigade went on to secure the North. 40mm would blast through the forest as the vehicles quickly covered ground, not leaving much room for the demons to react and do something with the encroaching line.

"LASER CHARGING UP KLOCKAN 2**!"

Even then, they would end up doing no harm to them nor would they even have time to kill it as soon as they could.

"FIRING!"

It just seemed like no matter what they throw at the crawling beasts, they just wouldn't stop for anyone.

"Heads up everyone, we're about to approach a town, ETA 10 minutes"

Even in the face of unending explosions all around them, some would survive the onslaught. While most feared for their life so much that they opted to feign death, the other was hungry for at least a little revenge.

Such is the case of a zealous lizardman who had a crossbow in his arms. As one of these opposing monsters would go right past him, with the rear facing him, the reptile would stand up and aim his crossbow at the thing. But he realized too late that a few men in white and green were standing on top behind the head.

As he pondered how could he missed them earlier, he would immediately be lit up to death by a storm of bullets engulfed in light, his body limped straight to the ground, and a trigger was pressed as a result of being dropped with the arrow stuck onto the snow.

"Those furries are getting out of hand man..."

"Furries?"

"The hell does the furry communities have to do with this?"

"Yeah man, don't these guys have scales?"

With the infantrymen standing up on the rear compartment, they would provide security whilst still mounted on the vehicles themselves. With the soldiers on top, they could literally shoot at every single direction at the same time.

However, due to a crippling flaw known as no stabilization other than hands, the riflemen and machine gunners suffers greatly in terms of accuracy, being said to take an entire magazine to take one down, not to mention the caution they'd have to take to not shoot at their own.

Nevertheless, the fire supremacy is still there.

"Bit a rough ride ah?"

"O shut up..."

"1-4 just heard a clang on our front, sounded awfully like a 5.56 going astray..."

"Guys, what did I tell you about watching your fire? What did I fucking tell you?!"

...

THUNK-THUNK-THUNK

"Doubtful, re-engage!"

"Firing!"

The BMP-2MD 'Hevnen Finns' fired off another burst at a wooden pillbox that it had just shot at, a pillbox that others are sure that if anyone were there, they're probably already dead by now.

Western Beri As a pair of attack helicopters rain hell upon the demon soldiers in the rear line below around the same time, the mechanized platoon of the Naeslagts would slowly lead the way to the first settlement to the East of their landing zone across a field, in column and on a road going past a carcass of a wyvern with a wing indicating massive damage by what seems to be explosive of some kind.

"Target, cease fire!"

And while infantry do make sure that the enemy doesn't get the jump on them, most of the work is attributed to the vehicles themselves, which often means that while each is on at least around half of what they brought, the foot soldiers could barely get even a single magazine empty.

"Come on lads, just shoot more of something for us!"

"We would if it wasn't for you guys keep blasting everyone you see!"

"How is it our fault?!"

"Get off ye thermal sights damn it!"

The mostly disgruntled soldiers just marched on with the armored vehicles, having their weapons' stock tucked into their armpit for the most part while the BMP's would still fire upon the demon troops and also a laser guy as soon as they spot them.

Sometimes, they do get a shot, but it's often more of a luck if anything, or they just couldn't resist firing at where the enemy generally is just to shave off the urge.

Still, they cannot deny that they have gotten so far in such a short time. But they also know that they would have to stop at some point for the support elements to catch up.

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Later 'Crusade' chapters will each focus more on their respective AO, as it would give me more room to details the actions there instead of having to encompass the entire archipelago, this is just the initial hour for now. Hopefully it's going to be less scuffed than what I put together here

Also, this is supposed to have a map to give an easier and more general idea of what's it like and what's going on but I haven't got the time to IbisPaint. Will update this when I eventually finish it up.

*Beria is like Iceland and Greenland in that it can actually get quite warm in that even in 24:00, the sun is still up in the summer alongside some geographical elements. Something something warm winds or something idfk. As for how trees could still survive, a note from LD (Lore Ducc) simply said magik. **Gladahjulska (svenska) for 2 o'clock