'Bind her, grind her, burn her with fire, Cast her ashes into the sea,- She shall escape, she shall aspire, She shall arise to make men free.'

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1962.

The years the space race ended, ending the races between the Japanese, German and American.

It have been 17 years since the end of the Second Great War, 10 years from the West Russian War. The world is slowly dying, thanks to the heat of thermonuclear war will occur any time now.

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12th May 1975, German Protectorate of Ural District

"Adler I, be advised that there are dozens of dots in your airsp-"

Radio cut.

"Come again, Befehl? Befehl?!" Lieutenant Colonel Spiedel Vongras reached out.

(Befehl stands for Command.)

The radio is tuned to the frequency and there was no RK Moskowein and Ural District Channel (RK stands for reichskommissariat) nearby. This meant only one thing and Albert never ever like it even a bit.

"This is Adler actual. All call sign Adler, radio checking. Over." Spiedel ordered.

"Adler 2-1. Out." Hansvon replied

"Adler 3-1. Roger. Out."

"Adler 3-1. Out."

"Adler 5-1, out." It went on until Adler 30-1, thirtieth airplanes.

"Copy all. Something's jamming our long-range comm back to HQ. Look alive. Over." Spiedel informed.

"Copy/Affirmative. Over" Came Hansvon's and other commanders' reply.

As the squadron soared through the air, cutting through the air. Hansover could feel his aircraft vibrating from the noise. 

Hansover can't fucking see anything through the thick cloud. Dozens of red dots were on the radar display, far outnumbering Adler squadron 3 to 1. His throat tightened. 

"This is Adler1-4, I got a tally, a dot on my six, high. Your orders, Actual? Over."

"Do not engage." Spiedel said.

As the red dots got closer, everyone apprehension grew. The dots seemed to be closing in on their position, encircling them. The screeching grew louder and more intense. Faint dark shade can be seen in the fog at every direction, getting nearer, before dozens of russian MIGs appeared.

"Scatter! Scatter! Scatter!" Spiedel commanded.

Adler squadron broke formation at the same time as the MIGs start shooting, but most of the shots is miss. The shots that didn't miss hit Hansover's aircraft wings, but thankfully most of the shot hit non-important area.

The MIGs closed the distance and got between the Moskowein TF-104G Starfighter , splitting the squadron into smaller segments where the squadron couldn't re-group and concentrate attack effectively.

Before he could help the squadron to break through, the russian MIG-25P that was after him fired a missile. He gritted his teeth as he did a barrel roll. The missile missed his cockpit and flew into the moutainous area of the Ural.

They couldn't win this fight; it was simply not possible. They were outnumbered, and outmaneuvered. Tactical retreat was a must, but they have yet to find a way to break through the aerial equivalent of encirclement.

A pair of MIGs appeared in front of him, their auto-cannon start rolling.

"Adler-2! Adler-2!" Four missiles were fired. Two missiles headed for each MIGs. The first missile hitted the first MIG cockpit, the second one hit the wing, causing the MIG to crashed into the Ural.

Before Hansover could mutter a thank you, his savior's aircraft erupted into fireball.

"Adler Actual is down!"

Everyone mouth went agape. This was no time to panic.

"This is Adler 2-1, I am taking command. Make sure that i doesn't get shot by those damn slavs. Surviving is our new primary objective." Murdock commanded.

"Copy, Adler Actual."

Ural's mountains. The terrain.

They could use it to his advantage, but the fucking thick fog was limiting their visibility. All of them couldn't even see the ground below.

A crew flipped the switches of the various sensors on. Sonar, infrared, all of the sensors screamed in response. It would make him the primary target for the russian targeting system. Then again, the slavs was already on his tail. The on-board system used the data from the sensors to create an artificial reality of the surrounding environment onto his HUD. The accuracy of the simulation was not a hundred percet accurate but it's still better than nothing.

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"We have just received confirmation from German authorities, that soldiers of the Russian Federation and there CSTO Alliances have advanced into the borders of German Reichskommissariat Moskowien and German Protectorate of Ural District In less than half a century, Russia has fallen to German invaders twice. 

But, about a decade ago, Vasily Shukshin took the stage in Novosibirsk before an audience of tens of thousands. Shukshin has enforced his Democratic Federation vision on Russia. It is not hard to judge its aims when one considers his regime's name - the Russian Federation.

From Chukotka to the Ural... the earth trembles and the skies thunder with the tramp of footsteps and the pounding of drums...

Führer Speer is expected to deliver a speech to all members of the Einheitspakt, in a joint effort to deter the so called "Russian Expansionism"...

The OFN express their concern as the war escalated, they will begin sending equipment to russia to help russian reclaim their lost land. OFN will also open diplomatic channel and will be the third party to host negotiation between German and Russian.."

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In the early, crisp morning, the assault had begun.

The joint operation between Ural Defense Unit and Einheitspakt Protection Forces was about to make the drop to the RFNA (Russian Federation National Army) encampment where the russian are currently attacking. Ural, German and other Einheitspakt soldier had gotten into many aircrafts, getting ready for the drop.

The light turned green, and they all filed out the door like schoolchildren. German, Moskowein, Ostland... They did take one last look at the plane after jumped and returned their gaze against the ground.

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The Ural have fallen.

Retreating to RK Moskowein.

Border have been fortified.

Endsieg.

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A/N: I have come back with another stories, kinda have this ideas for a long time now i guess.