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.
Admiral Jose Mandigma is just as every bit excited as his troops are.
They are excited to taste Mongolian blood.
They are so excited…that they did not notice that the fleet’s van, which is composed of MPACs and Hamilton-class cutters, were being wrecked over the horizon by the endless pounding of the Mongolian Navy and Air Force.
He notices this, so he sends his Pohang-class frigates forward. They take down a dozen Mongolian frigates and several helicopters, but the Kh-58 Kilter and the Kh-35 Kayak missiles proved to be more than a match for the 50-year old Korean frigates.
And then the unthinkable happened.
A Tupolev Tu-160, also known as a Blackjack, fired half a dozen Kh-55 Kent missiles carrying heat weaponry.
Mandigma had only one moment for a Hail Mary.
Then it was light.
It is six o’clock in the evening, and it has just been sunset in the Philippines. A lone C-130 plane lands at Naval Base Camilo Osias in Cagayan, which is found in the northeast mountainuous region of Luzon, Philippine’s largest island and 9 hours away from Manila, the nation’s capital, barring enemy checkpoints and destroyed bridges, of course.
Colonel Hans Ackermann, a Filipino of German descent, lead the 130-strong Philippine mission to Mongolia.
He is known as Rave inside intelligence circles. He is one of the men responsible for giving the early warning to Mike Stevens.
And despite the fact that he is also an ace pilot, he really abhors war. He’d very much prefer diplomatic action, but of course, from what he saw, he knew that it would never happen.
“Man, look, war again”, he whispers to one of his aides. The aide just nods in silence.
He just looked at the darkening sky.
There was nothing he can do until he boards a cigar subsmerible to the coast of Zamboanga, where his hometown and his wing of fighter jets are waiting.
He just shrugged.
In Istanbul, Jawhar Usman, codenamed “Fisher”, has just got wind that the Mongolian government has just made a pact of non-agression with Pakistan and Indonesia, two of Asia’s superpowers.
He knows he has to do something. He logs on into the Excalibur communications system, and he types:
Dombira has just signed with Orang and Jinnah. What to do?
The reply comes immediately:
We also have signed with Brahma and Khmer.
So the people in the government had their plans all along, he thought. Nice.
Out of the corner of his eye, he notices a car stopping by his safehouse in Bahçelievler. The place is one the most elegant boroughs in Istanbul, and visitors are quite common.
Then he notices five men in flak suits. Within seconds, he logs off Excalibur, activates the self-destruct button, gets his Glock 17 pistol with extended mags, and whisks off the back door.
“Get in”, said the leader. He was confident that even though they will not catch the Peenoy agent, he would be able to catch some information.
Two people stayed outside the door along with the team leader, who was from Ulan Batur, codenamed “Batukhan”. The remaining pair swept the house, which was untidy as expected of an ordinary man.
Then they noticed the laptop.
Then it exploded in their faces, leaving scars and flames everywhere. Batukhan rescued his men from the fires like a brave Mongolian should do, with all his honor and might.
However, that was not enough to catch one of the Philippines’ best agents.
Colonel Patrick Jess, commander of the 15th Coast Artillery Task Force, began to count his troops on the radio.
“Battery One, ready.”
“Battery Two, ready.”
“Battery Three, ready.”
“Battery Four, ready.”
“Battery Five, ready.”
After a pause, all of them said on the radio:
“All batteries confirmed”, they said in unison.
He knows that he has only a few seconds. Then the report from the AW109 Power helicopter comes in:
24000 meters, bearing north-north-east. Recommend to use rocket-propelled guided shells. Fire at 90 degrees, then we will override the shell trajectory manually.
“You heard the man, start firing!”
His men fired as fast as they loaded the guns; within a minute, they sent hundreds of shells over the horizon. Despite the fact that they can’t see their enemy in the dark, he knows that the helicopter will use its instruments to relay the projectiles to their targets.
They have just destroyed our <expletive> navy. Time to get some revenge.
He can feel both fear and excitement as his men fired every single round that they had towards the descendants of the Great Khan.
“Sir, those unworthy fools.” one of his lieutenants interjected.
Yeah, a bunch of fools.
The Mongolian naval commander could not believe that 15 of his frigates and one of his helicopter carriers has been destroyed by a bunch of artillery batteries. He immediately calls backup from the Air Force.
He has lost already 15 frigates in the rather one-sided naval battle against the aging Philippine Navy. He can’t afford to lose more.
“Tugay 101, this Vampire 88. We have just struck an AW109. low-flying. The strike should stop by now; I believe he was the one vectoring the shells.”
“I think you want to hear this, Tugay 101.”
After a pause, the transmission begins:
“Vampire 80, this is Vampire 82. We see 100 203-mm SPVs. Crush them?”
“Let’s drop our load at these Peenoys.”
The admiral then sees a video of several SPVs being blown to dust before SAM batteries began to shoot missiles from nowhere. The Sukhois did not take much risks; they immediately pushed their chaff buttons and bugged out to the northwest.
The video ends, and the flight commander says:
“Admiral, some 20 cannons have been neutralized. Say good luck to yourselves for the remaining 80…and the troops as well.”
“Thanks for the assist, Vampire. Out.”
The admiral lets out a private smile.