The bow of the Chinese destroyer ship cut into the ammo store of the American ship and the sparks caused a massive explosion; both ships started to sink.
The American troops who had been left on the dock watched in despair as ship after ship was taken out systematically. How the Aryans were so accurate with their artillery they did not know but the Pacific fleet did not have a chance.
Plasma rounds started to fly into the American troops, the final assault was coming and the Americans knew the battle was lost. They returned fire with all they had.
A mortar regiment fired their weapons as rapidly as they could; they caught a group of Aryan infantry out in the open. They were enveloped in the deadly explosion.
The sea water in the bay was covered in flames as oil leaked from the devastated ships, just before the final aircraft carriers were taken out the pilots of the Phantoms and Chinese MiG’s took to the sky in a desperate attempt to survive.
Many had collided with each other due to the lack of communication and poor weather conditions. The ones that had managed to take off successfully went straight on the offensive and started to provide air support for the beleaguered ground troops.
Fighting on the ground was intense; the American troops had nowhere left to run. Their remaining tanks were running low on ammunition but continued to fire shells at point blank range into anything that moved.
They had four M48 Pattons still functioning and one M60 main battle tank that had used its last machine gun rounds on a group of anti-tank infantry. The main gun focused its barrel on a rapidly advancing Tiger.
The gun fired and the round punched a hole through the Tiger’s lower plate which took out its engine. The Aryan heavy tank was still able to fire though and its large plasma cannon returned fire.
The plasma round scrapped over the M60’s turret, the Browning machine gun mounted there melted. The M60 fired again and this time the round penetrated the turret ring of the Tiger; it was finally out of action.
A Phantom flying low overhead streaked in and dropped its bombs on the crippled Tiger; once the flames died down the Aryan tank did not move again.
An explosion shook the sky over the heads of a small group of marines holding the dock. They looked up as debris started to fall and then an object loomed out of the dark sky. They realized what it was and instinctively tried to avoid the falling planes. An F4 Phantom and a Chinese MiG had collided mid-air and one of the wreckages smashed into the docks below; a few of the men were hit by shrapnel and fell to the floor.
American forces were in an ever-tightening net and there was no safe place to shelter and care for the wounded. The men who could still hold a weapon were thrown back on to the front line while the others who could no longer fight were given a ticket out of this hell with a bullet to the head.
As more and more Aryan troops advanced through the battle-scarred city they suddenly came under heavy fire. The remaining Phantoms and MiGs had finally managed to get a little bit of coordination going and they flew in fast and low in waves.
Cannons were blazing and they dropped their remaining bombs, they managed to take out a few tanks including one of the super heavy Maus; its turret burned vibrantly.
The next wave of Phantoms streaked in at the very bottom of the cloud base but they came under heavy fire from the anti-aircraft cannons on the Maus. The plasma rained up into the sky and the squadron leaders Phantom was struck; the plane spired downwards and crashed into a group of armored troop carriers.
The Aryan forces now pushed hard. A squadron of Me 262’s arrived and it did not take long for their superior targeting systems to lock on and take out any remaining allied air support. The allies just could not contend with the advanced weaponry and terrible weather conditions.
The last of the Patton’s was destroyed ten minutes later after it came under a barrage of fire from advancing Tiger tanks. Now that the Americans were out of serious defensive options.
A communication went out across the radios in Chinese and then fire was heard for a few seconds somewhere to the West and then nothing.
The American’s radioed through one last message, “Pacific fleet is destroyed, San Francisco is lost. Massive Aryan force supported by artillery was too strong. Only a handful of troops remain. We will hold on until the last…”
The message was cut off by a large explosion. Admiral Moorer bowed his head solemnly.
The men in black’s voice emanated across the radio, “All commanders, you know what must be done. Throw everything you have into the battle.”
The Atlantic Coast
Dawn had just broken on the chilly morning horizon, Commander Speering and his tank crew could see the devastation for themselves. The carpet bombing had laid waste to the open field. Bomb craters littered the area where the Aryan tanks had been the day before.
Smoldering wrecks dotted the area but one crater caught Speering’s attention. A Maus had slid down into the crater and its massive gun was pointing to the floor. It looked to be in one piece but it was definitely immobilized.
For a fleeting moment, Commander Speering thought about trying to secure the vehicle but the rapidly approaching sound of B-52 engines snapped him out of that madness. Speering’s troops were ordered to press home the attack on the weakened Aryan armor while the bombers took out positions at the rear.
The Vickers main battle tanks roared to life and started to advance around the devastated field. The Type 63 light tanks again raced ahead to recon the area. As the tanks started to move out in a tight line, they came under fire from plasma machine guns.
The bright purple rounds were flowing out from the disabled Maus tank. The crew had not abandoned their vehicle and was now trying to take out the British but the plasma rounds struggled to penetrate the tanks.
The British tanks continued with their advance and ignored the Aryan tank crew who now came under fire by the trailing British infantry. A jeep mounted with an M2 Browning cut down the Aryan crew as they guarded their vehicle.
The injured commander crawled back inside his tank to the jeers of the British soldiers. A small group of infantry crept up on the tank. They gingerly opened up the turret and fired on the commander.
The bullets tore through his armor, he took off his helmet to clear the blood that he had just coughed up, he lifted his head at his attackers and smiled; blood dripped from his open mouth.
“What are you smiling for?” The Sergeant said.
His question was answered by a huge explosion as the Maus turned the immediate area into a massive inferno. The fire burnt a bright pink as the people involved were incinerated.
The British tanks came under fire from the Aryan tanks across another three open fields, the plasma rounds homed in on their targets. Speering ordered his tanks to spread out and hold their positions. They returned fire as best as they could.
The B-52’s appeared overhead and the British cheered at them. The large bomber formation almost filled the sky as they closed in for another massive attack.
This time though they were greeted by a gigantic thunderclap. The ground shook as another clap of thunder rang out straight after. The B-52 pilots could see the sky was clear and knew it could only mean one thing.
A bolt of lightning arced across the horizon and smashed straight through the formation of bombers; this time though they did not split ranks but stayed dead on course. Another three bolts of dazzling blue lightning bolts covered the sky. The spiny fingers of the bolts spread into the B-52’s.