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WW2 RP, The Winning Siege?

Bound by the London Treaty, Sakiria must now help liberate Velcro. Admiral Marko Hrvatskov and his fleet are sent to support the liberation along with a large aircraft escort and landing vessels. The Allouxians have been pushing back Allied forces for a lot of time. Battle after battle, and as time passed, the more it seemed that Allouxia would knock out the last bastion of Europe. Then, Allouxia plowed through Velcro, then they hit one city, Norivich. The fighting was fierce. The Allouxians knew this would be the last, yet descisive battle. While, the Allied forces knew that it's all or nothing. An excellent victory or a wipeout defeat. The admiral sighs and gets more stressed as he gets closer to Velcroan land. Finally, they reach the coast. "Fire all the guns, and launch the planes. I want this to be over as quick as possible." he orders his fleet, unusually devoid of his usual emotion and tone. All of SNS Bolshevik's, ans SNS Revolyutsii's planes took off, raining bombs onto the enemy side of the battlefield. While the Sovetsky Soyuz's main guns rained 15-inch artillery shells onto the battlefield. "Landing vessels, sail to the coast at full speed." he continues in this cold voice of his. "Is there something wrong?" one of the captains ask. "N---nyet." he stutters, trying to be cold as possible. A few hours later in the hellish rain of bombs, shells, and gunfire, the landing vessels arrived, providing the Allied force with much-needed numbers. Artillery and bombs rain from the sky as bullets race across the battelfield. Days later, Allouxian air support came. Completely damaging 1 of SNS Sovetsky Soyuz's main turrets, and killing at least half of Allied forces. The bombs also decimated Norvich even more. Buildings were aflame, people were panicking, and the surroundings chaotic. The Sakirian warplanes and the AA guns combated the Luftwaffe head-on. This distracted the Luftwaffe just enough to allow the Allied forces to push through. More Sakirian air support came, allowing Velcro to take back the cities of Cambridge, Leichester and nearly, London. More soldier support arrived to keep the siege/battle odds even or even better, in favor of the Allies. After the hardfought battle of the English Plains, London was in sight. The only problem? A large Allouxian force was guarding the city. "Fire the main guns there." Admiral Marko ordered. "But sir, our troops! It might even cost us our victory!" Commander Andrew Chailanov argued. "Do it." The admiral ordered again, in a more cold and serious tone. "You know what? What is wrong with you today? You were just fine yesterday and now you're all like this. What is wrong with you?" the commander asked, getting frustrated. "How do you feel when someone you love is lost? And lost because someone did it. And that someone is right in front of you." Marko asked, still trying to maintain a cold voice. The commander thinks for a moment. "My brother was lost on the Sovetskaya Rossiya, you just need to accept that this is war. Everybody dies. But right now, let us not brood, because we have a battle to fight and a victory to earn." Andrew comforted the dying-inside admiral. "You're right." Marko responds, smiling a bit. "How long is the main gun's reach?" he asks. "I think long enough to avoid hitting our allies up front." Commander Andrew replied. Admiral Marko walked to one of the crew members. "Fire main gun 2 at the longest range!" he orders. "Da!" the crew member replies. Rounds of artillery shells pummel the battlefield near London. This tipped the battle slightly in the Allies' favor. Both sides began resorting to guerilla tactics. Ambushes were commonplace among either side. Furious battles and more bombardments ensued. Then finally, the Allied forces had their chance to advance. As they advanced, they were blocked by more Allouxian troops. The Allied Forces were to settle for a city siege. A siege that would change the course of history. The Siege of London. But who would win in this tide-changing siege?