The Rebellion

Part One: Asia is Falling

Chapter 1

One hundred eleven years had passed since Germany's victory in World War II, and the presence of German patrols had become as ubiquitous as food and water. The Jewish Stephens family had fled to Beijing to escape the clutches of the oppressive regime, seeking refuge from capture and execution. While some Jews had managed to escape, others had not been so fortunate. Any dissent or disobedience was met with swift punishment, either in the form of imprisonment or execution. But the Stephens family was about to embark on a daring quest, one that would soon shake the foundations of the totalitarian government.

Adolf Hitler IV's regime, notorious for its brutal persecution of Jews, had crushed any whispers of rebellion 24 years prior. However, the tide of change began to stir with the birth of Gaspar Stephens in Beijing on February 14, 2056, at 8:32 AM. Just a year later, on May 24, 2057, the family made the difficult decision to abandon their religious beliefs in a desperate bid to save themselves from the authorities.

At the tender age of two, Gaspar began to develop his communication skills, rapidly absorbing knowledge on a wide range of subjects, including life skills, labor, and even warfare. His parents, determined to equip him with the tools necessary to survive in a world dominated by the German regime, encouraged his curiosity and nurtured his growth. A year later, his education took a more intense turn as he started learning assassin skills, a testament to his family's desperation for him to become a catalyst for change. They knew that in a world where dissent was met with brutal force, Gaspar's unique abilities could be the key to their survival.

Just a month shy of his fourth birthday, Gaspar met Scott Wilson, and the two instantly became inseparable friends. Living in China, far from the German regime's iron grip, they savored their relative freedom and enjoyed exploring the city together. They spent hours creating stories and reenacting World War II battles with toy soldiers on a map, even inventing their own fictional wars. Gaspar's imagination ran wild as he conjured up scenarios where brave heroes fought against oppressive forces, and Scott was always happy to play along.

On Gaspar's fourth birthday, Scott gifted him a stuffed animal, which brought immense joy to the young boy. As he unwrapped the present, his eyes lit up at the sight of a pig, which he promptly named after famous military leaders, including Napoleon Bonaparte, George Washington, and Mao Zedong. His fascination with military history was evident in his beloved stuffed pig, which he took everywhere and often renamed after famous generals, depending on his mood. He would spend hours poring over books on military strategy, mesmerized by the tales of bravery and sacrifice. The pig became a symbol of his dreams, a reminder that even in the darkest of times, there was always hope for a better tomorrow.

As Gaspar and Scott grew closer, their adventures became more elaborate, with Gaspar using his knowledge of warfare to devise intricate battle plans and Scott providing the creative spark to bring their stories to life. Together, they explored the city, always on the lookout for new inspiration and excitement. And as they played, Gaspar's parents watched with a mix of pride and trepidation, knowing that their son's unique abilities would one day be put to the test in a world that was far from safe.

But things were about to change.

Chapter 2

December 30, 2063 Year of the Sheep (Chinese Zodiac)

Today, my family and Scott's family were preparing for New Year's Eve in secret, as the Germans had banned holidays. Scott and I were playing outside when we heard the roar of an engine. "The Germans!" I shouted. We rushed into the house to warn our parents. My brother looked worried, "What if they came here to..." but he never got to finish his sentence as the house erupted into chaos. Everyone started packing away New Year's decorations and hiding them. As 7-year-olds, Scott and I didn't know what to do. My brother hastily ushered us into a hiding place where we could see everything that was happening, but nobody could see us. As a 16-year-old, my brother was too tall and wide to fit into the small hiding space.

What happened next was shocking to everyone. There was a fierce knocking on the door, and I watched as my mom opened it, only to be pushed aside by two Germans who forced their way in. They inspected the house, took some notes, and left. We were left wondering why they had come, so we continued tidying up the house. The rest of the morning was uneventful, but the afternoon was strange. The same pair of Germans, now armed, returned to our house and removed the study window, saying in German, "An order from the commander."

Then, my worst nightmare came to life. That night, after a warm dinner, Scott, my brother, and I were in the study. Scott and I were discussing what game to play before bed. My brother was really focused on his studies, reading his textbooks and notes carefully. Sometimes, he would stand up from his desk and walk around the room, looking like he was trying to figure something out. It was funny to watch him act like a detective, but it was nice to see how much he cared about his work. I wondered what he was thinking about and what he was trying to learn while he walked back and forth. I commented that this sleepover was weird because of the Germans, but at least we got to play. We were about to open the cupboard to get out the old board game Axis and Allies when we heard gunshots behind us. I called out for my mom and dad and turned around to see my brother lying dead on the ground, with four bullet holes in his body and head.

The rest of the night was spent in grief. My parents cried, Scott's parents comforted them, and Scott and I played Axis and Allies with much less energy than usual. All my rage was now focused on the Germans.

– Gaspar Stephens

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Chapter 3

As the clock struck midnight on New Year's Eve, Gaspar's anger reached a boiling point. The tension had been building for weeks, and Scott could see the fury simmering just below the surface. Desperate to prevent an explosion, Scott made a last-minute addition to the secret party's schedule: a high-stakes war game. The plan worked like a charm. Gaspar's competitive spirit took over, and he became completely absorbed in the game, momentarily forgetting his rage. As the night wore on, Scott watched with relief as his best friend's scowl transformed into a triumphant grin.

But Scott's reprieve was short-lived. The next morning, Gaspar's anger returned with a vengeance, driving him to propose a reckless plan. "We're going for the impossible," Gaspar said, his eyes blazing with determination. Scott rubbed the sleep from his eyes, still trying to process the sudden shift. "What are you talking about, Gaspar?"

"We're going to start a rebellion," Gaspar replied, his voice low and urgent.

Scott's eyes widened in horror. "Are you crazy?!"

Gaspar's face remained set, unyielding. "Let's go outside, and I'll tell you the plan."

They stepped out into the crisp January air, the silence between them thick with tension. Scott's mind raced with questions, but Gaspar remained tight-lipped until they reached a secluded spot.

"So, what's this plan you're talking about?" Scott asked, his voice laced with skepticism.

Gaspar's eyes gleamed with intensity. "We're going to use the map we made to carve out our strategy. You're the strategic mind, Scott. I'll handle the warfare."

Scott's memory flashed back to the day they had spent scouring the countryside, creating a detailed map of German troop movements. "I remember," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Gaspar pulled out the map and handed it to Scott. "I brought it as a reference. We can use it to plan our attack."

Before Scott could respond, the sound of an engine revving in the distance sent Gaspar into high alert. He swiftly pulled out a pistol, machine gun, and grenade from his backpack. "Quickly, up the tree!" he hissed, handing Scott the pistol.

They scrambled up the tree, watching as a German vehicle approached. Gaspar handed Scott an anti-tank mine and a shovel. "Mine the road," he whispered. "Now."

Scott's hands trembled as he buried the mine, his heart racing with fear. They barely made it back behind the bushes before the vehicle triggered the explosion. The ensuing chaos was deafening.

As the Germans emerged from their vehicle, Gaspar handed Scott the grenade. "Throw it," he whispered. Scott's arm trembled as he launched the grenade, and Gaspar opened fire with his machine gun. The Germans returned fire, and Scott felt a bullet skim his arm, sending a searing pain through his body.

After the shooting died down, Gaspar and Scott converged on the vehicle, gathering ammunition and supplies. Gaspar's eyes narrowed as he spotted Scott's bloody arm. "What happened?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.

Scott winced, trying to play it off. "A soldier fired at me. The bullet just grazed my arm."

Gaspar's face darkened. "I'll treat it for you," he said, his voice firm.

As they tended to Scott's wound, Gaspar's anger still simmered beneath the surface, waiting to boil over once again. Scott knew that their rebellion had only just begun, and he wondered what other dangers lay ahead.

Chapter 4

Gunshots awakened Scott with a start. He climbed out of bed, his heart racing, to see that Gaspar was missing. He rushed to the window and peeked out, his eyes scanning the darkness. That's when he saw Gaspar hiding in the bushes, his silhouette illuminated by the flashes of gunfire. Gaspar was holding two FN Minimi machine guns, firing at a group of at least 16 Germans who were attempting to breach their perimeter.

Scott's instincts kicked in, and he quickly grabbed a grenade from the nearby table and threw it out the window, hoping to cut down the number of troops and give Gaspar some breathing room. The explosion lit up the night sky, and Scott could hear the screams of the wounded Germans.

Without hesitation, Scott grabbed an AK-47 that was leaning against the wall and ran to the window to help Gaspar. He aimed at the Germans, who were now scattering and trying to regroup, and started firing. The Germans, realizing they were under attack from two sides, began to move around, trying to make it harder for Scott and Gaspar to aim.

"That's a bad strategy," thought Scott, a sly grin spreading across his face. He knew that the Germans were playing right into their hands. He quickly ran downstairs, his heart pounding in his chest, and found the secret TV remote that Gaspar had told him about. It wasn't actually for the TV, but it was the key to opening the hatch of a secret underground storage area that Gaspar had set up.

Scott's fingers flew across the remote, and the sound of machinery whirring filled the air. A section of the floor slid open, revealing a hidden room filled with an arsenal of weapons and gadgets. Scott's eyes scanned the shelves, searching wildly for one thing in particular - an IRL Aimbot, a sniper rifle with special bullets that could auto-aim and take out targets with ease.

He finally found it, nestled between a pair of rocket launchers, and his heart skipped a beat. This was the game-changer they needed to turn the tide of the battle. Scott grabbed the rifle and a few clips of ammo, and ran back upstairs to join Gaspar in the fight. Together, they were going to take down the Germans and come out on top.

However, his momentary triumph was short-lived, as his gaze fell upon a distant cloud of dust rising from the horizon. His heart sank as he realized that the enemy was not yet defeated, and that a fresh wave of reinforcements was marching towards them, their banners and armor glinting in the sunlight. The sound of drums and trumpets carried on the wind, growing louder with each passing moment, and his spirit dropped like a stone as he grasped the gravity of their situation. The battle, it seemed, was far from over.

Chapter 5

"Gaspar! Retreat!" shouted Scott at the top of his lungs, his voice hoarse from yelling. The trumpets seemed to get louder by the minute, their blaring notes echoing through the streets and sending a chill down Scott's spine. Gaspar didn't hesitate, dashing inside the house with a speed that belied his age. "I mined the road," he called out, his voice muffled by the walls.

Scott followed close behind, his heart racing with excitement and fear. Together, they searched the house from top to bottom, calling out for their parents. But there was no response. It was as if they had vanished into thin air. Scott's anxiety grew with every passing moment, his mind racing with worst-case scenarios.

Just when he thought they were alone, Gaspar suddenly stopped in front of a bookshelf in the basement. He pressed a hidden button, and a section of the wall slid open, revealing a secret bunker. Scott's eyes widened as he saw their parents huddled together, their faces pale and worried.

For a moment, Scott was confused. How on earth did they get there? Gaspar explained that he had sent them to the bunker because he needed to go out and fight. Scott's eyes narrowed, a surge of anger and frustration coursing through his veins. Why had Gaspar kept this from him?

But before he could ask any questions, Gaspar's expression turned serious. "The Germans are outside," he warned, his voice low and urgent. "We need to get moving." Scott nodded, his heart pounding in his chest.

Gaspar told Scott to head to the weapons' control room, and Scott sprinted off, his footsteps echoing through the empty halls. When he arrived, he found two walkie-talkies on the table, their screens glowing with an eerie blue light. He grabbed them, feeling a sense of purpose wash over him.

Next, he made his way to the vehicles' room, searching for Gaspar. He found him rummaging through a stack of crates, his eyes scanning the labels with a practiced ease. Scott handed him a walkie-talkie, and Gaspar nodded in approval.

Together, they began to search for the right vehicle to use against the Germans. Scott's eyes scanned the rows of tanks and jeeps, his mind racing with possibilities. And then, he saw them: two Abrams M1A2 SEPV4, their sleek bodies glinting in the dim light.

Scott's heart leapt with excitement as he called out to Gaspar through the walkie-talkie. When Gaspar arrived, he was carrying two MMPs, their sleek bodies glinting with deadly intent. "These are to destroy tanks," he explained, his voice matter-of-fact.

Scott nodded, his mind racing with the implications. They were in this now, up to their necks. But with Gaspar by his side, he felt a sense of determination wash over him.

Gaspar then left Scott to prepare the tanks for combat and Gaspar went to the bunker, his heart racing with anticipation. As he descended into the underground chamber, the dim fluorescent lights flickered to life, casting an eerie glow over the worried faces of his parents and Scott's parents. They were huddled around a makeshift table, their eyes fixed on a large map of the surrounding area, their faces etched with concern.

"We are going to fight," Gaspar announced, his voice firm and resolute, as he stood tall, his shoulders squared.

The room fell silent, the only sound the soft hum of the bunker's life support systems. Then, in unison, his parents and Scott's parents erupted into a chorus of disbelief. "What?!" they shouted, their voices echoing off the cold concrete walls. "Have you lost your mind, Gaspar?" his mother demanded, her eyes wide with fear. "We can't just go out there and start fighting," Scott's father added, his face red with anxiety. "We'll get ourselves killed!"

Gaspar stood his ground, his jaw set in determination. "Do you want to live peacefully or not?" he countered, his eyes flashing with defiance. "We can't just sit here and wait for them to come to us. We have to take a stand, defend our homes and our families."

The room fell silent once more, the weight of Gaspar's words hanging in the air like a challenge. His parents and Scott's parents exchanged nervous glances, their faces reflecting the turmoil of their thoughts. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, they nodded in unison, their faces set with determination. "Alright, Gaspar," his father said, his voice firm. "We'll fight. But we'll do it together, as a family."

Chapter 6

"Okay, here's the plan," explained Gaspar, his eyes shining with determination. "Me, Scott, Mom, and Dad will drive tanks to every province surrounding Beijing and try to gather an army." Scott's parents exchanged a skeptical glance, but Gaspar's enthusiasm was infectious.

"What do we do?" asked Scott's mom, her brow furrowed with concern.

"You both are going outside to fight with the MMPs I gave you both," Gaspar replied, handing them each a sleek, high-tech weapon. "I think you guys know how to reload it. The storage room's trap door is controlled with the TV remote in my room. The book on how to use them is also in the storage room."

Scott's parents nodded, taking the weapons and heading out of the bunker. Gaspar, his dad, and mom followed, making their way to the vehicle room. Scott was already there, tinkering with the Abrams tank.

"Looks like you're making good progress, Scott," Gaspar's dad said, patting his son’s friend on the back.

"Yeah, I just need to tighten a few more bolts," Scott replied, his face smeared with grease.

Gaspar and his dad climbed into the first tank, while Scott and Gaspar's mom climbed into the second. They started the engines, and the rumble of the tanks echoed through the room. With a final check of their gear, they drove out of the back door and into the unknown.

Meanwhile, Scott's mom, Amelia, and Scott's dad, Edward, ran upstairs to assess the situation. They were met with a shocking sight: hundreds of tanks surrounded the house, their cannons trained on the house. The air was thick with tension, and Amelia's heart raced with fear.

"We can't take them head-on," Edward said, his voice low and urgent. "We need to come up with a different plan."

Amelia nodded, her mind racing. "The storage room," she said suddenly. "Gaspar said there were MMPs and a book on how to use them. Maybe there's something else we can use."

They searched the storage room frantically, their eyes scanning the shelves and crates. And then, hidden behind a stack of boxes, they found it: two A-10 Thunderbolt II aircraft, sleek and deadly.

Amelia's eyes widened as she gazed at the planes. "We can use these," she breathed.

Edward nodded, his face set in determination. "We'll attack them during dinner hour, when they're least expecting it."

Amelia checked her watch. "We have an hour. Let's get to work."

They spent the next hour preparing the planes for combat, following the instructions in the book they found. To their surprise, the aircraft were already loaded with bombs and fueled, ready to go.

At 6:00 PM, they took off from a kilometer away from the house, the engines roaring to life. "One kilometer, 48 degrees northeast is our destination," Edward said, his voice calm and steady over the radio.

They flew at high altitudes, trying not to be seen by the German tanks below. When they were roughly 100 meters above their targets, Amelia said, "We should dive now."

Edward grinned, his eyes glinting with humor. "Thanks, Amelia Earhart."

The planes plummeted towards the earth, their bombs released in a deadly arc. The Germans were caught off guard, their dinner interrupted by the sudden attack. The tanks blew up in a fiery explosion, their crews screaming as they were consumed by flames.

"We did it!" Edward shouted, pumping his fist in triumph as they landed the planes back in the storage room.

Amelia grinned, her eyes shining with pride. "We make a pretty good team, don't we?"

Edward chuckled, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. "We sure do."

Chapter 7

Gaspar's team had made significant progress, even persuading a German reinforcement, who had been sent to Gaspar's house to capture him, to join their cause. By some remarkable coincidence, the Germans hated their own government and were more than happy to rebel against them. It turned out that they were disillusioned with the Nazi regime's brutal tactics and oppressive rule, and saw Gaspar's team as a chance to fight for a better future. Now, instead of just two tanks, they had amassed an impressive force of 200 tanks and 100,000 men marching north towards the heart of China. Additionally, they had stumbled upon ten abandoned jeeps, which they had quickly repaired and added to their arsenal.

As they pressed on with their mission, they stumbled upon a small yet formidable German force stationed in the vast expanse of Inner Mongolia. The German contingent was a force to be reckoned with, boasting a staggering number of at least 200,000 men, but they were utterly unprepared for the sudden arrival of Gaspar's team. The element of surprise proved to be a decisive factor, and Gaspar's team was able to capitalize on the Germans' lack of readiness, catching them off guard and quickly gaining the upper hand. The ensuing battle was intense and chaotic, with artillery fire and machine gun bursts echoing across the Mongolian steppes, but it was ultimately a brief and decisive victory for Gaspar's team. Despite being outnumbered, they fought with a ferocity and determination that left the German forces reeling, and in the end, it was Gaspar's team that emerged victorious, their confidence and morale boosted by this significant triumph.

One night, as they were setting up camp, Scott realized something that had been nagging at him for a while. He had an idea, and he couldn't wait to share it with Gaspar. He approached Gaspar, who was busy strategizing with his commanders, and said, "We need a flag and a name. We can't just be a ragtag group of rebels; we need an identity." Gaspar looked up from his maps and smiled, "Already got one; check the camp outside." Scott walked outside, and what he saw took his breath away. Flags were fluttering everywhere, their red fabric waving gently in the breeze. On the top-right corner of each flag, five golden stars shone brightly.

Scott approached a German commander who was standing nearby, watching the flags with a mix of nostalgia and pride. "What's the story behind the flag?" Scott asked him. The commander's eyes misted over as he replied, "It's the Chinese flag, my friend. The Germans burned it when they conquered China, but Gaspar managed to find some remains and recreate it. It's a symbol of resistance, of hope, and of freedom." Scott felt a surge of emotion as he gazed at the flags. He hoped that one day, Berlin would fall, and the Nazi regime would be brought to its knees. He hoped that Gaspar's team would be the ones to bring about that change.

Chapter 8

The next day, as the camp was having breakfast, some scouts ran up to Engelbert Ziegler, the German commander who had betrayed his own country, and said, "Sir, there are Russian troops marching this way and they claim they want to join us. Should we let them?" Engelbert's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with the possibilities. "No," he said finally, "I have been told that reinforcements disguised as Russians are going to Gaspar's house. It must be them. Go and tell our soldiers to get ready for battle."

The scouts nodded and sprinted off to deliver the message. Engelbert turned to Gaspar, who was standing nearby, sipping a cup of hot chocolate. "Gaspar, it seems our trap is about to be sprung. Make sure your men are ready."

Gaspar nodded, his eyes glinting with excitement. "They're already preparing. We'll be ready when the time comes."

The attack started when Gaspar's forces launched a drone skirmish on the Russian troops, causing chaos in their front lines. The Russians, thinking it was a real attack, scrambled to respond, but it was just a diversion. Next, at exactly 8:48 AM, February 8, 2064, Gaspar's tanks clashed with the Russian ones, and with ease, they destroyed them. The Russians were caught off guard, and their tanks were no match for Gaspar's superior firepower.

Then, Engelbert ordered everybody to dig trenches while the Russians were still reeling from the surprise attack. The soldiers worked quickly, digging deep trenches and preparing for battle. Even the commanders, including Engelbert and Gaspar, pitched in, digging alongside their men. As they worked, Gaspar called for Scott to help him move the M2 Brownings and other machine guns into position. When they finished, Engelbert had ordered eight more drone attacks, keeping the Russians off balance and unsure of what was happening.

The Russians, still trying to regroup, were caught off guard once again. They had not expected such a swift and brutal attack, and they were far from ready to respond. Meanwhile, Gaspar's team, now known as the Chinese, had an entire day to prepare for the main battle.

The next day, Gaspar's team lined their tanks up at the sides of their trenches, while the Russians did the same. Both armies' jeeps were stationed at the flanks, but the Chinese had infantry there as well. For the Chinese, trenches were their defense, lined with heavy machine guns; for the Russians, sandbags were their preference. But, unknown to the Russians, Chinese infantry were lined up behind bushes in the battlefield, and behind the cover of the trees, an army of Chinese soldiers was ready to flank the Russians' back lines. There were a few Chinese tanks in the middle of the battlefield, ready to punch through the Russian fortifications.

The Russians, still trying to recover from the previous day's attacks, launched the first assault. Their tanks drove across the battlefield, but they were engaged by Chinese anti-tank mines, and most of them blew up. The rest fired their cannons at the trenches, and the Chinese returned fire. Suddenly, there was a battle cry from behind the bushes in the middle of the battlefield as hundreds of Chinese troops rose from their positions and attacked. Russian troops fired with machine guns and rifles, causing the Chinese to retreat.

A second wave of Chinese troops emerged from behind hidden areas, and this time, they cut down a few Russian troops before retreating again. The Russian tanks, now destroyed, were no longer a threat, and the Chinese tanks attacked the Russians, but the Russians had better anti-tank technology and repelled the assault. Thinking they had the upper hand, a fourth of the Russian infantry charged straight for the Chinese trenches. They didn't realize they were falling straight into Gaspar's trap.

The Russian troops were quickly cut down with heavy machine gun fire, and the Chinese troops that had been waiting behind the trees quickly swarmed in to flank the Russian jeeps guarding the flank. The Russians had been surrounded, and all the Chinese forces inside the trenches and behind the trenches quickly moved in for the kill. None of the Russian troops survived.

As the battle came to an end, Gaspar and Engelbert stood on the battlefield, surveying the carnage. They had won a decisive victory, but at what cost? The Russian army was decimated, and the survivors were fleeing in panic. In the stillness, they stood as victors, but also as witnesses to the devastating cost of war, a cost that would haunt them for the rest of their days.

Chapter 9

March 12, 2064: After 32 long years, Chinese forces finally made contact with the remnants of the rebellion that had been holding out against the government. The two groups met in a tense standoff, but after tense negotiations, they decided to put aside their differences and join forces. The rebels, who had been living in hiding, were exhausted and malnourished, but they were determined to fight on.

March 14, 2064: The combined Chinese forces clashed with a small German military base, hoping to test their mettle against the European power. The battle was intense, with both sides suffering heavy losses, but in the end, the Chinese emerged victorious. The German forces were shocked and demoralized by the sudden defeat, and many of them deserted or surrendered.

April 26-30, 2064: Emboldened by their victory, the Chinese forces launched a series of lightning-fast attacks against German forces, capturing key strategic locations and forcing thousands of German soldiers to surrender. The German high command was caught off guard by the sudden onslaught, and they struggled to respond to the Chinese advance.

July 28, 2064: As the Chinese forces pushed deeper into German territory, they encountered real Russian forces for the first time. The Russians, who had been watching the conflict from the sidelines, were impressed by the Chinese military's prowess and decided to join forces with them. The combined Russo-Chinese force, now numbering over a million soldiers, was a formidable juggernaut that threatened to overrun all of Asia.

October 24, 2064: The Russo-Chinese force clashed with German forces in a brutal battle in Siberia. The Germans, determined to hold onto their territory, fought fiercely, but they were no match for the combined might of the Russo-Chinese army. The German forces were decimated, and their survivors were forced to retreat in disarray.

November 16, 2064: With their victory in Siberia, the Russo-Chinese force began their push south, determined to conquer all of Asia. They marched through the frozen tundra, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake.

January 10, 2065: The Russo-Chinese force crossed into Mongolia, seeking to secure their flank and prepare for the final push into Southern Asia. But they were met with unexpected resistance from Mongolian forces, who had allied themselves with the Germans. The battle was fierce and intense, with both sides suffering heavy losses.

The story picks up with the battle:

“Sir, we’re being raided by Germans and Mongolians,” said a soldier, running into the room. “Tell the other soldiers to go out and fight them,” ordered Engelbert, the commander of the Russo-Chinese force. The soldier obeyed, and moments later, the forest erupted into a noisy battle.

The German and Mongolian forces had established a formidable defensive position, bolstered by an intricate network of trenches and artillery emplacements that protected their flanks. However, they were grossly unprepared for the sheer scale of the assault that was about to unfold. A massive force of approximately 800,000 men, comprising the combined might of the Russo-Chinese army, surged forward with a ferocity that threatened to engulf the German lines.

As the besieging soldiers closed in, the Germans unleashed a hail of artillery fire from their entrenched positions, cutting down waves of counter-attackers with deadly precision. The Russo-Chinese forces, undeterred by the devastating barrage, retaliated with a barrage of their own, targeting the German artillery emplacements and slowly but surely silencing their guns.

Next, the Germans opened up with machine gun fire, raking the counter-attacking forces with a withering crossfire that scythed through their ranks. The Russo-Chinese troops, however, were not easily deterred. They fell back, regrouped, and began to pick off the German machine gunners from a distance, exploiting the narrow windows of opportunity to whittle down the defenders.

As the machine gun nests fell silent, the Russo-Chinese forces saw their chance. A counter-attacking force, bolstered by infantry vehicles, surged forward, crossing the treacherous no man's land and jumping into the trenches. The Germans, caught off guard, were quickly overwhelmed as the counter-attackers poured into their offensive and defencive positions.

Initially, the Russo-Chinese forces found the trenches eerily deserted, as if the Germans had vanished into thin air. Some of the more impetuous soldiers, sensing victory within their grasp, broke ranks and gave chase, pursuing the retreating Germans with a ferocity that bordered on frenzy. The rest of the force, catching the infectious zeal of their comrades, soon followed suit, streaming out of the trenches in hot pursuit of the fleeing enemy.

Just as it seemed the Germans were on the brink of being overwhelmed, the infantry vehicles finally breached the trenches, their guns blazing as they cut down the remnants of the German force. The battle, marked by its ferocity and intensity, finally drew to a close.

The Russo-Chinese forces emerged victorious, but at a terrible cost. Thousands of soldiers lay dead or wounded, their bodies strewn across the scarred landscape. The supply lines, stretched to the breaking point, groaned under the weight of the army's massive logistical demands. Yet, driven by their unwavering determination to conquer Nazi Germany and liberate the world from its tyranny, the Russo-Chinese forces pressed on, undaunted by the challenges that lay ahead.

Chapter 10

For the next 24 days, the Russo-Chinese force marched south and then north-east, gathering reinforcements along the way. They trudged through treacherous terrain, crossed rivers, and traversed treacherous mountain passes. The soldiers are tired, hungry, and battered by the harsh weather, but they press on, driven by their determination to reach the coast and take a naval base from the Nazis.

As they marched, the soldiers faced numerous challenges. They had to navigate through dense forests, where the trees seemed to stretch up to the sky, casting deep shadows that made it difficult to see more than a few feet ahead. They had to cross rickety bridges spanning deep chasms, where one misstep could mean disaster. They had to climb steep mountain trails, where the air was thin and the winds were biting. But they persevered, driven by their conviction that they are fighting for a just cause.

Finally, on February 4th, 2065, the Russo-Chinese force, led by General Engelbert, finally reached the coast. As they crested a hill, the sparkling blue waters of the ocean stretched out before them, and in the distance, they saw the naval base, its Nazi flag fluttering in the breeze. "What do we do now?" asked Engelbert, his voice laced with a mix of excitement and trepidation.

"Look!" shouted Gaspar, pointing to the base. "A naval base!"

"It has a Nazi flag, so we have to fight," declared Scott, his jaw set in determination.

"Great! I have a strategy," said Engelbert, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. He unrolled a large map of the base and began to explain his plan to Gaspar and Scott.

Meanwhile, inside the naval base, the IDS alarm was blaring, and every other alarm in the base was also ringing out. The base was new, and its defenders had never experienced a real threat before. The commander, caught off guard, scrambled to respond to the sudden attack. He quickly deployed 100,000 men to try and neutralize the attack, hoping to overwhelm the attackers with sheer numbers.

As the German soldiers poured out of the base, Gaspar, Scott, and a few other soldiers opened fire, trying to pin them down. But the Germans were relentless, and soon the gunners were forced to retreat to the Chinese forces hiding in the forest of bushes nearby. The air was filled with the acrid smell of gunpowder, and the sound of gunfire echoed through the valley.

The Germans, thinking they had won the day, started to re-enter the base, but suddenly, 10,000 Chinese forces emerged from the underbrush, guns blazing. The Germans, caught off guard again, were quickly cut down by the withering machine gun fire. Panic sets in as they realize they were vastly outnumbered. The Chinese forces, sensing victory, started firing artillery shells at the base, trying to flush out any remaining German defenders.

The shells blasted through the fencing around the base, and 990,000 more Chinese forces stormed the base, sweeping aside the remaining Nazi resistance. The base's defenses were quickly breached, and the Chinese forces poured in, securing key locations and taking control of the base's operations.

The battle was fierce but brief, and soon it was all over. Gaspar, Scott, and Engelbert have outsmarted the German defenses once again, securing a crucial victory for the Russo-Chinese forces. As the dust settled, the three friends shared a triumphant grin, knowing they had dealt a significant blow to the Nazi occupation.

As they surveyed the captured base, they saw the devastation wrought by the battle. Buildings were damaged, equipment was destroyed, and the once-pristine grounds were now scarred by craters and trenches. But amidst the destruction, they also saw the determination in the eyes of their soldiers, who had fought bravely to reclaim their territory.

The victory was sweet, but Engelbert knows that the war was far from over. The Nazis would not give up easily, and the Russo-Chinese forces would have to continue fighting to secure their freedom. But for now, they could savor this triumph, and know that they were one step closer to reclaiming their homeland.