RM Vol 4: War – Chapter 3: Kickstart.

RM Vol 4: War – Chapter 3: Kickstart.

Pointing their launchers to the West, multiple batteries of Lynx MLRS are readying themselves to unleash Hell and destruction on the Maginot Line.

"Central FDC to all Regimental FDC, stand by to receive firing solutions."

Data streams are then sent to all available rocket artillery systems. One by one, the Lynxes adjust the direction and elevation of their launchers.

"Target fortifications at Marche-en-Famenne... Set."

"Target fortifications at Liege... Set."

"Target fortifications at Hasselt... Set."

"Target fortifications at at Antwerp... Set."

"Firing solutions are locked. All batteries, TOT barrage, commence fire mission!"

ZWOOOSH ZWOOOSH ZWOOOSH ZWOOOSH ZWOOOSH

One by one, the numerous 122mm and 160mm rockets are launched flying high into the atmosphere, leaving behind nothing but trails of white smoke, promising death and destruction upon their destined enemy.

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"Oh, it appears the main event is starting now."

"Main event?" Jack and the adventurers look at one another in puzzlement.

"Yes," The Belkan says while looking at the hundreds of rockets flying through the air. "Maginot will be falling soon." He states with absolute confidence.

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The morning after the daring raids of numerous Stormtroopers, things on Maginot Line devolved into utter chaos and confusion. With the radio line jammed, the Allied forces have been unable to swiftly determine what the Hell is going on and what resources they have left available after the Ravens' sabotages. In their time of perplexity, the Belkans have snuck a dozen Companies beyond the previously thought impenetrable line of the Allies. Laying in wait, these Belkan Mechanized Companies await the upcoming one-two-punch that will ruin the rest of the days for the Allied forces.

The night before has treated the Allied forces to another bout of sleeplessness. The common soldiers wish for calm and peace with all of their hearts, feeling themselves cursed by the Belkans somehow. Standing in the trench and bunkers with bloodshot eyes, they will soon find their wish delivered in the most grim dark of ways.

Whistles and screeching can be heard in the sky before, multiple at once in quick succession, rocket warheads slam onto the ground, the trenches, and the pillboxes all over Maginot. Those lucky enough to be caught in the blast zones die without even knowing what just hit them, at least they're killed instantly. The ones around the explosions, however, are unfortunate enough to be hit by blood, guts, mangled body parts, and debris, all of which are unrecognizable from one another. Most importantly, all of the supersonic fragments can maim and kill, owing to the speed they're propelled from the central blast zones.

Nowhere is safe against a rocket attack, not even purposed-built anti-artillery bunkers. Nothing can withstand a constant stream of rocket warheads, safe for subterranean structures, perhaps. In other words, the frontline Allied soldiers got the worst pummel in their lives. Whether they're young or old, recruits or veterans, they die in their trenches and their concrete buildings all the same. By the time the rocket barrage ceases after three long minutes, most of the front of the Maginot Line is left unrecognizable, with only its weaker secondary and tertiary lines relatively intact.

After the three-minute reign by Death, Maginot is now no different than the No Man's Land of WW1. Scorched, beaten, filled only with a desolate aura of the destruction and deceased. Gone are flora and animals that may have roamed the forested region. What comes next can only be described as a wall of steel, rolling over the mayhem in the name of the Marshal of the Reich.

The first battle to decide European hegemony has begun with an explosive twist.