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Reborn Empire of Ulm wrote:

I Aquilonnia I Border I

In contrast to Zoygarians shocktroops fought in silence entirely focused on the battle. Many of them were survivors from attack on the Fort 1321 during pacification of the UD and even shovels became deadly weapons in their hands. Those who were not engaged in melee combat continued to charge at the enemy positions. As they emerged from smoke they looked more like a devils than humans. They ignored bullets flying around them and continued their assalut while returning fire.

I Atticus Sea I Vicnity of Okada I Flagship of the 2nd Fleet ,,Lobo'' I

,,Admiral we have arrived.''
,,Launch aircraft from ,,Blanca'' and give our lads some air support. Also prepare a message for the enemy.''

,,To the Zoygarian forces in Aquilonnia. Surrender at once. I have capability to turn entire city into rubble and I will do so if it means reducing casualties suffered by our forces. I will not repeat myself. You have been warned.''

I Sea of Arastia I Vicnity of Zoygarian Colonies I

Response from Admiral Schurz and Admiral Reushenberg was immidiete although problably not what Zoygarian Rear Admiral expected. 5th and 4th Fleet opened fire at the 5 approaching ships in one coordinated barrage without any warning and aircraft started taking off from carriers. It was clear that they were not in a mood for diplomacy. They were given order from their Emperor and they would carry it out without fail.

I would write more but I have writer's block and I do not want to keep you waiting even longer. Should I write something similiar to BDDV's Kriegsmarine dispatch in order to keep track of ships during the battles?

(Graći for dispatch, Too-technical japan. Is very helpful :>)
Okada, Outskirts, Zoygaria

One by one, the brave soldiers of Bravia Company fell to the ground, fighting until their last dying breath. The odds were hopeless— no Zoygarian offensive could dream of breaking the Ulmian lines. The entrenched soldiers fought silently, mourning the deaths of their comrades. The most anyone could hope for was that they bought the rear guard enough time to defend the city... and do what?

Commander Vorieçki sunk into the trench as the sheer hopelessness of the situation truly set in. They were a mere 570, a number that was quickly falling, against a force much larger than theirs. They were isolated with no hope of rescue from the mainland, no navy or coast guard of their own, and the distinct possibility of an Ulmian fleet following the storm. The trenches would likely be overrun— there was no hope of defeating the Ulmians, only stalling them as long as possible. But why? With no hope of victory... why?

A nearby explosion shook the Commander out of his daze. He understood. It was a symbol. It was duty. A wise man once said; "I would rather die on my feet than live on my knees." This was the Zoygarian way. A Zoygarian never backed down until death took him by the throat and dragged him under. Okada would not surrender for Ulm. Ulm would have to come and take it.

As the last of Bravia Company fell, the Commander resumed his position. With newfound drive, he called: "Soldiers! Who do you fight for?"
"Zoygaria!" came the reply.
"Then let us make Zoygaria proud."
An incoherent sound of approval was voiced by the scattered soldiers, trying to avoid sticking too-far out of the trenches. Their time was almost here, but they would be swinging their fists until the last.

Okada, Southern Aquiląnia, Zoygaria

The small group of soldiers emerged from the forest bearing guns, mortars, and boxes of ammunition. The few remaining people outside at first let out cries of joy—
"They're here," many exclaimed. "Our soldiers are here!"
Their smiles left them as they realized what that meant.
"Set this cannon up! Double time!"
"Hey, why are you civies out here?! Get to those shelters, there's no time!"
A loud crash filled the air, preventing the soldier from addressing the people again. The storm had arrived.

The grey skies loomed over the city, a harbinger of the grey days yet to come. Sergeant Aito approached the Governor, who was still making sure everyone made it to safety.
"Lovely weather we're having, eh?"
Aito gave the Governor a half smile and nodded.
"The bunkers will hold."

"I wish there was more we could do... you should take shelter with us."

"Negative, sir. My duty is to defend them."

He gestured to the few remaining civilians left, and to his small group of men.
"Is there any chance of evacuation to Sajemi? Japan is neutral, so Ulm shouldn't attack it."

"I'm afraid not, sir. The road has not yet been finished, and that storm will capsize any boats we send out if the Grey's don't get them first."
Governor Javek momentarily grew pale.

"What... what will happen to the people, Sergeant? When the Ulmians come, I mean."
Aito furrowed his brow.

"There's no telling, sir. But, judging by how Ulm attacked without warning and how they dealt with their own insurgents, I doubt the standard of life will be agreeable."

"... Take care, soldier."

Aito nodded, and went back to his troops.

"Gens una, unus populus."

Sea of Arastia, Czovoski Territorial Waters

In seconds, Tajfún went up in smoke. Rear Admiral Szava'la both was and was not expecting such an... immediate response.
"All batteries, fire, fire! Blow those guppies out of the water."
Tajfún, heavily damaged, struggled to train her guns. As she began to list, she sent out an S.O.S. to Oszk harbor. She let out a few defeated volleys before slowly starting to tilt nose-first into the blue. The remaining four ships, moving to cover for their comrade, let loose a salvo of lead that could level a forest. The smoke released from the guns was so thick and plentiful that the gunners began to have trouble discerning cloud from powder.

In the harbor, the fleet stirred. Tajfún's distress call had not gone unheard. The Arastian fleet mobilized as the Voloski flotilla left their waters, setting a rendezvous point with the Czovoski navy. The fleet is coming.