Operation Crabcrawl (Grinvel Marrlan)

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Grinvel invasion of Marrlan

Massive aerial strike on the freedom wall, over 250 CAS fighters, 50 light bombers, 50 medium bombers striking targets in Marrlan such as supply bases and train stations. 4,000 field artillery, 4,000 howitzers, 2,000 mortars, 500 siege artillery.

80,000 light infantry, 150,000 standard infantry, 200,000 heavy infantry, 20,000 special infantry, 7,000 bike riders, 300,000 mechanized infantry, 100,000 mechanized light infantry, 100,000 heavy motorized infantry, 100,000 standard infantry motorized, 1,350 light tanks, 250 tankettes, 200 lanships, 500 self prop flak, 500 medium tanks, 100 heavy tanks. 200 armored cars.

Bulk of invasion focused on the Marrlan flatlands and drives directly down the center toward the Koi border. Vanguard of 20,000 light infantry, 9,000 special infantry, 100,000 heavy infantry, 200 light tanks.

Non human Marrlaners are processed into camps, resistance is violently put down. Secondary objective is to seize the Marrlan capital and force the Republic to surrender. Primary objective is to invade Koi from the Southern Marrlan border.

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Border wall Force: 150,000 Heavy Infantry, 230,000 Standard Infantry, 4,000 Special Infantry, 900 Field Artillery, 600 Howitzer Artillery, 1,000 Mortar Artillery 200 Armored Cars, 50 landships, 100 Tankettes.

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A man shifted in bed. Disturbed, but not awakened. His bunkmate notorious for shifting as well.
Thump
"Gunthers gained some I guess." He thinks to himself stirring ever so slightly. Heavier, strange.
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He slowly rises on to his elbows, still in his fatigues practically slumped on top of the bedding. "Gunther. Quit it man."
Thu-KROOM
Blackness.
Dale comes too minutes later, his ears ringing his head pounding like a drum. The barrack built into the wall, in shambles around him. Dust choked his lungs and sight as the Shazzak mad rose to his feet. "Gunther?" His own words lost on him, muffled,  muted in contrast to the ringing.
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He stumbled, looking for his battle buddy in the debris. He could sense him atleast, the Electromagnetic field his body let off told him he was alive and here. Hopefully just knocked out like him. His ears continued to ring, but another sound finally hit him. An alarm.
He took a step and winced. His body ached, tossed like a ragdoll not 5 minutes earlier. His senses peaked as he passed a pile of sheets and concrete, scrambling for his E-tool he began to dig and dig. Soon Gunther's face surfaced, covered in contusions but breathing. He uncovered more until his could make out his rough outline in the dust. "Gunther! Wake up!" He barely stirred. "Wake up ya brute their hitting us!" He began extracting the man, an abnormally short Rel, soon emerged delirious. "D-ale?" The mans antennae slowly flicked around, the 2nd of the larger set seemed lame, hopefully not permanently. Dale quickly put his arm over his shoulder and began hustling for the exit, "Lets go bud."

Outside...
The war was in full swing. Grinvelian tanks surged through holes of their own making or that of artillery battering the once proud Liberty wall. Guardsmen littered the scene dying, killing, or somewhere in-between. What few Marrish tanks were present paled in comparison to the beasts the Grinnie horde brought along, not to mention the sheer horde of infantry. Millions of men crashed into the wall over hundreds of miles overwhelming the guardsmen. What help could be called for was raised, and few could arrive on short notice. Militiamen from border towns  rushed to assist knowing full well their homes would be steam rolled if they didn't assist now.  Tooth and nail they fought for hours as the wall was broken down and pushed through. Soon few men remained in the the halls but Grinvel's finest. Tight hallway fighting, room to room. Door to door. The guardsmen did not let up nor turn tail and run. Soon, it was clear the tide would not be stemmed. The call was made to make a fighting retreat, failing that an outright rout. One the Guardsmen did not heed. Sending only their wounded back, they held the line for Marrish forces to pull out. An order that was not given by command, but by themselves within the Guardsmans creed. 
 

"I, a guardsmen of the United Republic of Marrlan, swear to hold this wall. A bulwark to the oppression of the north. The rock against the tide of tyranny. I vow to hold this position no matter the odds. To rally to the flag at anytime and hour. I will guard this post with my life, and give it, before the thought could occur, that it should fall."

The Marrish flag held high on their command post with their Division colors below it. Remaining forces rallied there and made a line across the forts a few miles behind the wall. They fought tenaciously. Tooth and nail before crumbling at the sheer volume of enemies. Ironically things came to a head on a little hill at the edge of the plains. Hill 437 "Rocky Top", the same hill had been an objective in the border war almost 30 years prior with men on both sides falling where their forefathers had. They were slowly whittled down. Tanks brewed up, penetrated by powerful guns they had no hope of surviving. Field gun positions erupted into fire, slag, and red mist. All fell but a single platoon, the last on the hill at the command post with the flag and colors still high. The last Guardsman platoon. For another hour, they lasted one by one picked apart. But the time had been bought and the blood had been spilled. In the distance the dust could be seen from those riding away on truck and horseback. Their view of the fading structures peppered with pillars of smoke and fires that seemed to be fueld by the gore left in their wake.

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Losses

Grinvel: 2,000 light infantry, 2,000 standard infantry, 100 special infantry, 30 armored cars, 30 light tankes, 10 tankettes. 

Marrlan: 14,000 standard infantry, 8,000 heavy infantry, 800 special infantry, 30 tankettes, 10 landships.