Day 555: How Many Tanks?!
Day 555: How Many Tanks?!
By [PRESS] Cataley Cheezit
Day 555, War 127
Third Chapter, The Clahstra
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It had been a while since I had set foot into the role of a reporter. My motivation had ceased, and so to recover, I took a holiday to the state of Whales, in the Mesean Republic (note for any prospective vacationers: bring multiple cans of anti-insect spray, as there are a large variety of different bugs known as 'midges. They all want to take a bite out of you). Arriving back at the front, I was assigned to the [GAIA] regiment, who were mobilising to engage in an offensive into the town of the Third Chapter.
I arrived at the front and met with the leader of the offensive, 'Tzer0' (pronounced Zero). Later on, they had this to say about the battle:
“Oh god endless tanks lmao”
[GAIA] had with them a Spatha tank and a Bardiche tank, along with a 120mm artillery cannon. Multiple other regiments had arrived to engage in their own offensives against the heavily fortified town, altogether numbering over 15 different armoured vehicles and 2 SPGs. They were up against an unknown number of Warden tanks (I was unable to get a proper count), however I believe there were at least 10 different tanks, a large number of them being very advanced tank destroyers and battle tanks.
The Colonial tank line
CALL AN AMBULANCE... BUT NOT FOR ME!
When the offensive began, Colonial tanks quickly swarmed and destroyed two battle tanks, but [GAIA]’s Spatha was destroyed by flanking infantry and Outlaws. three Bardiches from the [404JR] regiment arrived at the front, and led two charges at Warden trench lines. After persistent artillery fire from [GAIA]’s 120mm and the [DF] regiment’s two Self-Propelled Guns, along with pressure from the armoured vehicles, the Warden trench lines and bunkers collapsed and were soon taken over by Colonial infantry. Brutal hand-to-hand combat ensued, as multiple different squads of Nevish personnel attempted to break through to the tanks and plant sticky charges. I personally witnessed a medic picking up a machine gun from the corpse of a Private in a crater, before unleashing a swarm of lead towards a cluster of Caoivish soldiers armed only with trench maces.
In bids of desperation to get the upper hand, a variety of halftracks were brought out from storage, and sent towards a Battle Tank, but were quickly obliterated.
After around a day of fighting, GAIA’s command decided to withdraw, and the surviving Bardiche retreated back to the frontline bunker base. I viewed the organised chaos of what lay in front of me. Cranes dashed from left and right, carrying shells for the still firing artillery guns, as tanks were hastily resupplied to get back to the front. Wounded were carried on makeshift stretchers, being shoved into the medical sector of the bunker as fast as the medics could carry them.
At midnight, I finally got through the hubbub and reached the checkpoint at the bridge. I handed my ID over to the sole Colonial guard. I happened to notice a look of severe confusion on the man’s face. He handed the open passport around to me.
“You need to renew that.”
My ID picture was from when I first signed up to the PressCorps, when I still appeared as a man.
I am now unable to sleep.
I fear for my sanity.
Logistic chaos during the offensive
Artillery continues its barrage
Writer: [PRESS] Cataley Cheezit
Editor: [PRESS] Teddi Rococo
Date of Publication: 14/07/2025
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