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Day Of The Juggernauts
A chilling vision of the future?
Early in the morning, the expected invasion from neighboring Morlandia came clanking across the border. For weeks, everyone had known it was coming, but it was still a shock to see images of enemy armor and vehicles rolling in. Still more so when they opened up with artillery targeting what they claimed were disguised military facilities hidden in schools and hospitals, leveling them.
It only steeled the defenders of Sarkour in their desire to stop the invaders, as well as gained Morlandia worldwide condemnation.
Valiant Sarkourians fought with everything they had. Cannons, guns, drones, and finally even Molotov gas bombs came into play, slowing or stopping the advance of Morlandia. When they ran out of ammunition, they attacked the invaders with their bare hands in some areas showing incredible courage.
They kept up the fight like this for 74 days. Towards the end, they were not out of courage or determination. They were running out of time.
The radar operator had not slept in 3 days, so he could be forgiven for being a bit slow in sounding the alert when the blips appeared.
Tracking course and speed, the destination was all too apparent; the municipal airfield that had been converted to military use at war’s outbreak. Targeted more than once by Morlandia rocket bombardment, it was a fat prize if it could be captured and used as an enemy staging area.
Commanders at the field gave orders and distributed arms and ammunition to every able-bodied person who could aim a weapon. It was all they had left to fight with. Planes had been shot down or moved to other fields around the country, so there was nothing to send up against a landing force at the base.
More than one grim defender knew that this would be the final battle.
The war was going badly in Georgi Vandeloor’s country.
They had been fighting a holding action almost from the start, but it was eventually going to wear them down with time. Now it seemed that the end may come to the defenders of Croyatta Airport. Looking around at the stony faces, he could easily read their minds — if this was it, the enemy would pay dearly for this patch of land.