Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-28718853-20170803150719/@comment-31595069-20170806070930

War Room: 1400 Hours

Inside the National waroom of Acrimera. A young general stared at a map of their lands. His subordinates placing down small figurines representing both their forces and the invading Maou.

Things were dire, they were on their few last lines of defence. He looked at the pieces on the map, there were many soldiers who could still hold a rifle, a few sections of mechanised troops and armor and an artillery section.

Of course supplies were low, worst yet was evacuation. There were 15,000 civilians that needed to be send away from here...And many evacuation routes were cut off...The sea, the air, even by land...

There had to be a way to somehow get through. He had only one option that would ensure the civilians would be able to have a chance at escape...they had to break through the encirclement and keep it held open and buy those civis time to run for the next country.

There was only one course of action. One he would ensure worked. He pointed at a point in the Maou ranks and noticed one small section which was the weakest link in their defence.

"I want commando regiments to inflatrate their lines here. Set up explosive charges quickly and quietly. We'll pull back a few our mechanised companies and armor to spearhead an advance through their lines. Once the charges have been set and those civilians are packed and ready to run we'll detonate those charges to create a breech in their lines and storm through. While the enemy force begins to head there artillery will provide fire support to stall their advance. Of course...we have less than a hour before they eliminate our forces...or should I say capture our forces...Any questions?" The general spoke as he eyed the others. They were all sweating, this plan was the best but still not perfect.

Of course he knew this...They were giving them up for the civis. But there were 15,000 of them and at least 1,500 soldiers left...They needed to get out and have a future...

1600 hours, Maou lines

At the defence line, A few groups of men camouflaged and hidden were setting up the last of the charges. Of course they ensured that they masked their smell as well so they could not be sniffed out. With every wire being moved, every switched armed they had a chance of being discovered. It was safe to say that the future of their nation was resting on their shoulders.

"Charges set..." The team leader spoke as they hurried away from the explosives and watched their watches. 5...4...3...2...1...

Before they even knew what happened, many Maou flew sky high into the air screaming in surprise and landing out cold. They were bloody tough...but of course them being knocked out was more than enough.

"Go! Go! Go! Get your ass's moving!" The team leader shouted as the commandos engaged with the remaining hostile as armoured cars, many trucks and a few medium and heavy tanks rolled through the destruction.

Of course the soldiers were already assaulted by nearby Maou who had immediantly responded from the sound of the explosions. From the skies and on land they stormed their lines.

Soldiers began to keep them away from the trucks as they themselves jumped off to give them more enticing targets and taunted them to come after them.

Tanks led the advance making sure their presence kept away to less bold Maou away. Of course they could only grit their teeths as the soldiers were dragged away, mounted or captured on the ground.

Of course every little minute was precious. Everyone was working their damned hardest to push through. Soon enough the lead tank was rammed by a Wurm and soon enough the tanks halted their advance as much stronger Maou arrived. "Damn! She got us!" The lead tank pilot spoke as their tank toppled over as the Wurm withease pried open the armor to grab the pilot while the remaining crewman rushed for sidearms to at least have a faint hope of defending themselves against the remaining mamano.

Artillery shells opened fire to the best of their abilities as the city was under siege. The final defence was holding desperately. Soon enough the enemy siege shells blasted enough holes in the walls as the remaining soldiers mounted a final bayonet charge with no ammo remaining.

Even though everything was lost, that one radio call chimed in. "General...we broke through...It was an honour serving with you sir. The commando team did well...This is Captain Harvey...We...We bloody did it sir..." The man spoke as something must have tackled him.

A smile creeped up the generals face as he sat down on his chair. His entourage with him had long since left as soon as the walls came down.

Sitting down with a glass of fine wine, he heard inhuman footsteps marching outside the doors to the war room and the last of him men subdued.

The doors gently opened up as a Lilim walked forward. A smile on her face. "Well met general. I hope you don't mind we make ourselves at home now do you?" She chuckled as she sat on his desk.

It took a lot of willpower and liquid courage to resist her charms. But the man held on strong. "Not at all...not like I can say no at this point. You may have won the war, but you have not taken our nation..." The man retuned a smirk as he raised his glass of wine.

"I say this was a victory in my book. But as they say...to the victor goes the spoils..." He narrowed his eyes knowing full well what came next. In the end he was the last one who stood defiant for their nation. But their people was safe, and he was proud to have been the one to do it.