April 19, 2024

NOTE: This fanfiction series was done between 2013-15, when there were still governments and people could field unlimited armies. It was plain…yet it was the golden age of World War Online, with hundreds of concurrent users and some thousand users at its peak hours.

It is nine in the evening, and the battle is already raging all over Lingayen Gulf as crusie missiles streaked from the sea towards the Philippine positions. Newly promoted Brigadier-General John Lopez is scratching is head inside his bunker. With him was Colonel Ian Arquiz, commander of the well-trained and well-armed Subic Defense Regiment.

“General, I don’t think we should put our forces at the beach at all. Look at those missiles and cannon shells.”

“Yeah, Colonel, but I don’t think we have much of a choice either. You see those Sukhois and cruise missiles everywhere…God just help our men out there.”

“So what’s the plan?”

“The Mongols will never land off the coast of Manila. They will choose this point so that they can cut the island into two pretty much easily.”

“Why not land in Albay?”

“They don’t need to. All they need to do is to destroy every bridge that leads to Manila or to this place, and voila! We’re trapped as hell.”

“I see, general. What’s next if we get beaten here?”

“We will fall back to Calumpit and hope to make a last stand there. After all, if we lose that piece of river, then it would be Thrilla in Manila all over again.”

“With bullets and flames, of course.”

The bunker shook from the explosions just above them: They were 100 meters below ground, yet they could feel the vibration of the ground, as if it was pregnant.

“What do they plan for the rest of the country, sir?”

“They plan to get Manila first. Same old story: Pound the head before proceeding to killing the rest of the snake.”

“Dang. Same story as Iraq in 2003.”

“Yeah, and they failed miserably…or to use a kinder term, lost a lot in comparison to what they took from the country.”

The bunker shook again, this time with a much more violent tone.

“Let’s cut out the talk, shall we, Colonel?”

“Sir, yes, sir.

Lieutenant Marcus Ilyasova fired his 50.cal at the Mongolian horde just below the beach. He is lucky that his position was hidden by grass and broken corals; the rest of the fortified positions as well as concrete civilian buildings did not escape the wrath of the Mongolian Navy and Air Force.

“Take this, you bloody yak-eaters!”

He fired his machine gun at controlled bursts; he knows that he must kill a lot before he falls as well.

He had lost count of the infantry that he has killed; well, he could even hardly concentrate on his gun as everything around him is pounded by heavy guns off the coast.

Lieutenant Pyotr Provovich points a laser at a machine gun nest up the coast which has killed around a hundred Mongolian servicemen.

This is for them.

Within seconds, the post is blown up into a zillion pieces by a cruise missile.


After twelve hours of battle, the first Mongolian T-62s and BTR-60s have landed at Lingayen Gulf. Colonel Ellac Stukovich is deeply impressed by the enemy defenses; however, as a famous commander said, bravery is not enough.

You’ve got to have the technology to match it.

Colonel Ian Arquiz signals his men to fire their Javelins.

The rockets fly into the sky before raining down on their Mongolian adversaries.

Some of the rockets hit the fuel dumps, adding further panic to their opponents’ ranks.

“cyka bylat!” Stukovich could not help but say those words as they were surprised by the daring strike of the Philippine Army’s remnants in that sector.

He immediately called for a Bear bomber to drop all sorts of bombs into the area, and within a few seconds, Lingayen shook with the force of an earthquake.

Nihil sine Deo.

Everything around him is burning. He himself is burning.

These were his last words before he burnt his way to the afterlife.

Nothing without God.



Commander Anna Orlova is confident that she will be one of the first convoys to reach Calumpit. Instead of using the highway, she and her lieutenants decided to use a little-known pass that passes through several villages.

Thus far, everything was quiet. Her convoy of 20 T-62s and 50 BTR-60s were pushing it hard; there is a Hind helicopter up ahead with electronic warfare and scanning equipment.

She knows very well the value of forward thinking. She also knows the value of advanced planning, unlike a good number of her male counterparts in the Mongolian Army who know only Genghis Khan and power and wit and brutality.

She knows that there will be no Stingers here to destroy her bird.

She’s confident that she willl have a good frame of time if an ambush happens.

“Comrade Commander, push forward?” one of her tank drivers asked on the radio.

She replied in a calm and calculated voice:

“Yeah. Forward.”

What Orlova does not know is that a group from the Scout Rangers, led by Captain Julius Sinigang, have laid positions at a junction that is only half an hour away from Calumpit Bridge. The bridge itself is an hour’s drive from Manila in normal traffic; Sinigang knows that if Calumpit falls, then Manila’s gonna be Stalingrad.

They had half a dozen 155-mm cannons, ten 105-mm artillery pieces, two miniguns, and each one of the soldiers in the 150-man company had three RPGs on their backs. In addition, each of the troops have M4A1 rifles, and some of them have RPD machine guns.

But Sinigang knows that it is not enough. He knows very well that if the commander is a bit cautious, they would call the Bear within seconds and annihilate them all.

He is aware of the helicopter hovering up with its pod.

Damn. This is a hard nut to crack.

He give a hand signal to his men to take their positions and fire at short notice. He knows very well that it would be only a matter of seconds before they would be detected.

And then…

The helicopter suddenly went up into the sky.

They were detected.

He shouted in a manner that would echo all over the forest, “Fire!!!”, and within seconds, his men worked with efficiency and precision.

Five BTR-60s were blown within a matter of seconds; however, the remaining vehicles started to fire at their position. The Captain knows that he has only three minutes to fire and three minutes to leave. He looks at his watch.

Not much time.

Within a minute, the forest is burning with the incendiary rounds that both sides were using.

His men were working as hard as they can, and Sinigang gave the order to fire all the RPGs.

Within 90 seconds, 400 rockets flew toward the Mongolian vanguard force, blowing several armored vehicles and hitting some of the T-62s, leaving some good scratches on them.

“Sir, we need to leave!” one of his men reminded him.

“Yeah. WE ARE LEAVING! BUG OUT!” he shouted.

The Scout Rangers have done their job, with no dead and only a couple of wounded amongst their ranks.

“Horseman 105, this is Magic. Dropping bombs at the requested coordinates.”

Orlova can see the forest tremble with fear as thousands of pounds of explosives were dropped over the supposed enemy positions.

She just lost 14 BTR-60s and some 70 troops.

She just shrugged. She ordered the soldiers to continue on once the flames have subsided.

Brigadier-General John Lopez has been successful thus far in delaying the Mongolian juggernaut, despite the endless runs being done by the Mongolian Air Force and the bombardment by the Mongolian Navy.

He has created a plan where there will be three lines of defense. The main bridge has been destroyed, so infantry bunkers and light cannons will form the first line of defense.

At the bridge, anti-tank and anti-air weapons will be placed. This will be the second line of defense; it goes without saying that there will be miniguns, automatic grenade launchers, and machine guns everywhere.

The third line of defense will be called the urban line: Snipers, Javelin teams and hidden positions inside buildings will be the theme of the game. The Mongolians will be forced to fight in an urban setting where their firepower will be nullified.

Three lines, three settings, one goal.

To stop the Mongolian invasion.

And thus far, no success in containing the invasion.

The Airborne commander was flying very low to avoid radar detection. It was still early in the morning, and people were energized…not just yet.

He had five C-130s and he had a total of 300 troops on board. Their only mission was to disrupt the advance at Calumpit, and to sacrifice their lives, if necessary.

“Ready to be heroes, guys?”

Everyone just nodded while they were saying their silent prayers.

The green light comes.

And they slowly drop from the sky.

They only had a few seconds to dive; they opened their chutes at 500 feet.

Luckily the ground was flat enough not to cause a lot of injuries.

With a “Hoorah!”, they proceeded to attack the Mongolian logistics depot.

The troops lead by Commander Herlen Hazard himself did not reach in time to save the depot.

But they killed all of the 300 Filipino troops in a massacre.

All of them have had their bodies riddled with red blood and bullets, with some having faces beyond recognition.

It was a not-so-easy day for the Mongolians. But at least, they have taken out one of Philippines’ best special forces teams.

Meanwhile, you can go back here for the previous one… and here is the first chapter!

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