Whiskey for my men, beer for my horses. (Zedonian resistance

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In a matter of six months, Galra had swiftly seized large swaths of northwestern Zedonia, hundreds of miles of open country only populated by small farming communities, villages and towns now were forced to host Galrans. Crops were being stolen along with cattle to feed the massive invasion, putting hundreds of farmers at risk. 

Though short, the occupation had already earned the ire of many Gaelic settlers and immigrants who had settled in the vast plains of Western Zedonia. In their haste to accept easy seizures, the Galrans must have overlooked the fact that Zedonia was the only Gaelic territory that had loose gun ownership laws largely due to the wildlife of the colony and the earlier implications of Xaspeshi uprisings during the late 1800's. 

In the town of Drochuisce, in the Central North West which was now well occupied by the Imperial forces of Galra, several heads of the local townships were meeting at a saloon called Nead Bayard. Galran's had not yet enforced their religious dry laws on the occupied territories yet, but with beer and liquor no longer flowing in it meant these few mugs were the last in Western Zedonia that would be filled. They kept the streets under watch as Galran soldiers walked by ignoring what they felt was simple Gaelic alcoholism trying for one last drink before the inevitable. 

The leader of this meeting was a cattle herder by the name of Clay Allison, he owned over 189 acres of cattle land, thousands of head of cattle and raked in millions of pounds a year selling beef, leather, hides and other goods to the East. Now had almost nothing, the Galrans seized his property and now Clay was looking for some righteous action. He had a small army of ranch hands but needed more committed bodies for what he wanted. 

"This is crazy Clay, they've got machine guns, those armored tanks and aircraft. What we got?"

Clay spat his tobacco filled spit into a nearby spittoon and said, "We got horses, guns and we're pissed off. What more do ya want?". The group seemingly nodded at that, "Send word discretely to the other towns and farms, we want riders and gun hands. We're sending this lot home." 


Clay Allison's revolt began to form and organize itself from the Gaelic settlers and foreign immigrants of occupied Zedonia, they would use hit and run tactics from the back of horses to raid supply convoys and shoot up Galran vanguard troops in occupied towns and farm estates. 

Clay Allison leads Gaelic and Immigrant civilians in an active resistance agaisnt Galra.

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Clay Allison's war against Galra had raged for over a year, struggling to make an impact it had done little other than conduct minor raids and inconvenience the Galran army. It was time to do some actual wet work, to make an impact and help the Colonial military repulse the brutal occupation of Western Zedonia. 

Towns and villages had been burned and destroyed in their hunt for the underground, Allison couldn't wait any longer. They found a central supply depot for the Galran army in the small town of Halls, a sleepy cattle town in Western Zedonia, here the Galrans used it as a major supply base for their armies hitting the North and Central fronts of Zedonia. Allison intended to remove it. Come hell or high water. 

He assembled his entire force, 300 riders on horse back, 1,000 riflemen hell really just civilians with guns and 2 stolen Galran field guns. The attack would take place over a town 3 square miles wide and 2.3 miles long. There was no telling how many Galrans were on the base. It didn't matter, to Clay Allison and his partisans, it was time to gut the Galrans and kick them back west across the border. Taking out the base would utterly cripple Galran military operations in Zedonia. Allowing the Colonial military a much needed breath of air. 

At 3 am Allison walked among his men, women and even some young boys as they loaded their weapons preparing for the attack. They had silently infiltrated far into Galran occupied Zedonia with everything they needed. Allison's right hand man, David Mauer a second generation Grinvelian cattle farmer began filling Allison on the attack plan. 

"Our two field guns will open fire, striking where our scouts have reported stockpiles of enemy artillery pieces, that'll send anything nearby into the sky while our foot infantry begin their attack from the East. You and the riders hit West, we catch them in a crossfire and hold them until our boys with improvised explosives blow the rest of the base up. Its a long shot Clay...we're gonna lose alot of men." 

Allison nodded, lighting a cigarette, "I know, that's how's its gotta be though. This is our home, they got no right to it. So let's be done with the devil's work today so we might move on tomorrow." 

The sun began to rise greeting the base down below along with the town of Halls, Zedonia. The cattle farm was nearly a ghost town, all the citizens either fled or eliminated by the occupiers. The Galrans had built an extensive supply base that regularly received ammunition, food, medical supplies and even fresh garrisons to send out to the front lines of Jamestown or the Northern Zedonian front. The Galrans were comfortable here, far from the frontline and surrounded by excess war materials that were daily collected and sent off in trucks or captured rail lines. They didn't see the two artillery blasts coming, the first two shots missed the artillery stockpile sending men reeling and the alarm blaring. 

"Where are th-" they hit their mark sending a mass of fire and dirt into the air as dozens of artillery shells set off all at once. The Galrans stumbling out of their bunks in long johns and barely awake were met with the screams and yells of hundreds upon hundreds of Gaelic armed civilians rushing the base from the East. "GET ON THE MACHINE GUN!" The Galran base was on full alert. A half loaded up train attempted to leave the station as the two insurgent field guns took shots at it to stop it. A massive fire fight broke out, the Gaelic insurgents weren't trained soldiers firing out in the open and getting caught out by enemy fire easily. Once the Galrans got to their defensive positions the assault was becoming a slaughter. 

Clay and his riders perched on a small rise overlooking the town, Mauer looked through a pair of binoculars observing the carnage. "Dammit Clay they're being torn to shreds!" Allison fixed his hat and began fixing his rifle, "Dave, I want you to half our riders and hit them right up the gut, we'll hit them on the Westside and breakthrough. We do that and we can get our boys relief." 


Mauer nodded, "Come on! Let's go!" several Gaelic riders strode off to join Mauer's assault. Allison looked to the men and women behind him and shouted, "LET'S GO!" 

 The riders descended down the hill riding hard for the town, "Hold fire til we're in range!" the Galran shocked at the rushing cavalry began firing at the rushing horses sending rounds off target. "FIRE! HOLD STEADY!" the riders came up on the Galrans quickly and cut down several who were unfortunately out in the open. Allison fired his rifle killing two Galrans as his group reached the town, "Dismount! Get in there!" He pulled a double barrel shotgun off and slung it over his back. Reloading his rifle and taking two .38 revolvers as his people stormed the base. 

The outer defenses of the town were already being overrun, Galra's train had successfully escaped but any garrison within Halls was utterly unprepared. Allison's forces were taking heavy losses but the Galrans were struggling to stave off the attack, several explosions began to rock the town. Allison stormed a barracks emptying his rifle into several unprepared Galrans before going to his shotgun. A Galran hiding behing the bunks lepted forward digging a knife deep into Allison's shoulder, he was able to shove the Galran off sending them to the floor. Allison pulled the combat knife out of his shoulder, the pain seering into him and making him wince. The Galran lept to his feet looking around for options to fight his enemy, "You believe in god?" Allison asked, the Galran nodded, "the one true god you pagan fuck" Allison lifted the shotgun pulling both pins back, "Good tell him I said hi" he fired both barrels sending the young soldier back in a bloody mess. 

Several more explosions rocked the base as Allison's raid was now looking more and more like a success. He stumbled out of the barracks holding his shoulder and dropping his shotgun. "Clay's been hit!" an insurgent called out. Clay waived over his riders who were still on horseback. "What's the word?" Allison asked, "We've destroyed the supply depot, we seized several rifles, weapons and ammo. But we got Galran reinforcements coming quick. They must of sent off a signal." Clay nodded, gritting his teeth as his shoulder reminded him of the pain. "Get our boys out. We're done." 

The field guns had only two shells left, smoke rounds that were fired at the town allowing the raiders to escape. By the end of it all, Clay Allison lost 200 men in the raid, but destroyed the Galran supply depot in its entirety leaving the Galran frontline units in Zedonia with no close supply bases. 

Allison and his insurgents fled South with a large supply of Galran weapons.