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Chapter 252 | 252 | The Battle for Servusarator: Minos Rebellion Part 8

In the south of the island of Servusarator was the capital city of Minos. It was a vast cityscape with a population ranging over a hundred thousand. It was formerly called the town of Servusarator, but it had changed since the State of Minos had taken control over the island. Through the immigrating Minokins from the Frontier, the capital city had become one of the UWG's population centers.

However, it all changed when the State of Minos rebelled from the United World Government and declared independence. The Minos Military had now taken over the capital city with half of its population in prison camps, scattered throughout the massive city of Minos.

What was supposed to be a thriving city had long become a ruined landscape as the ones who considered themselves as liberators from the authority of the United World Government had become tyrants themselves. A disappointing, yet expected alteration.

The capital city of Minos had been fortified to the tooth by the Minos Rebels. It was the center of the island of Servusarator, the symbol of their control over the island. As long as they held the capital city, the remaining territories of the island didn't matter.

Along with bunkers and tunnels deep underground, trenches were scattered throughout the city scape to ensure that who ever dared to lay siege upon it would pay a hefty and bloody price. With sandbags along the city walls, heavy machine guns were dispersed in strategic locations along with armored vehicles such as heavy tanks and ordnance like field artilleries.

Minos Rebels marched through the streets, rifles over their backs as they gaze remained cold and distant. They had fought for freedom, and to think that they would clash against their own people. Though, the Minos Military was built upon the loyalty towards the War Minister.

Resulting in the obvious stance of the rebel military, even if it resulted in their eminent destruction.

However, their march didn't last long as the city bells rang, alarming everyone within the capital city. The bells chiming meant one thing. Their adversaries have been spotted. Without a tinge of hesitation, the rebels marching across the streets, headed towards their positions preparing for battle.

Meanwhile, atop the walls that separated the capital city from the rest of Servusarator, a lone general gazed onward into the lines of the boundless horizon as the silhouette of the United Military shadowed the skyline. His eyes squinted, a cold glint emanating as the concluding battle of the rebellion was about to come.

"So, they have brought their strongest cards forward, huh? No hesitation, at that.." The Minokin general remarked while staring at the army heading towards their direction. The army of the United Military was composed with several mechanized and armored battalions, along with scattered infantry regiments.

Above the army of the United Military were the aerial units ranging from light and heavy transport helicopters, gunships, and aerial reconnaissance helicopters. These were Black Hawks, Chinooks, Apaches, and Little Birds. Their numbers reached over a hundred, signifying the determination of the United Military in taking over the capital city of Minos.

"This will be a difficult battle." The Minokin general muttered, realizing the numbers of the adversaries before him. Whether it'd be numbers, technology, and morale, the United Military was superior in comparison to their forces. But it was understandable, after all, the United Military was part of the UWG, a vast nation with incomprehensible resources.

They were also part of such a nation, and would have kept enriching themselves. But the stupidity of the councilmen and the War Minister brought about the end of their tribe as a nation, or as a state. Who knows what fate may incur over the Minokins following the rebellion. Perhaps, they would be eternally considered as traitors of the United World Government.

"There's no used in crying over spilled milk." The Minokin general shook his head and turned his attention towards the battalion-sized rebel army behind him. They lined together, their faces etched with determination. Murderers of their own tribesmen, keeping themselves together, thinking as though what they had done was for the future of the Minokin tribe.

Staring at them coldly, the Minokin general began his speech. "We stand here together, as warriors of Minos... We are... the blades of our tribe... The blood of our adversaries shall be our nourishment and an example for our future generations. It shall be their light, for it is the way of the War Tribe of Minos."

"You will be martyrs of the War Tribe, heroes honored by your ancestors. As such, you will fight until every blood of your body is spilled to the ground. There is no surrender, we only live to fight, or die trying. Let me hear you, my fellow warriors... Honored kindreds of the War Tribe!"

*RRAAAHHHHH!!!*

The rebel army below gave their war cries, resolved to fight until the very end. For it was their fate to do so, for the sake of the War Tribe. Seeing the morale of the rebel army rising, the edges of the general's lips rose as he turned his attention back to the front that was about to become a battlefield.

But as he gazed onward, several gunships soared above him as it fired every rockets their drums. The hellfire rockets pierced through the air, landing upon fortifications, bringing about destruction on the way. And it didn't even end there.

Following behind the gunships were the transport aircrafts, carrying companies into their designated battlefronts. These aircrafts were mostly comprised of Black Hawks and Little Birds, but some Chinooks also joined in and brought forth entire mechanized platoons into the capital city.

The United Military punched through their defenses in mere moments, utilizing their complete air superiority and transporting soldiers into the city with remarkable ease. Firefights ensued as rebels and soldiers fought against one another in the streets of the cityscape.

Furrowing his eyebrows, the Minokin general glanced at his men and roared. "Fight for the Minos War Tribe! Protect the War Minister!" His words echoed as the rebel army below him raised their arms and rushed towards where the soldiers of the United Military dwelled.

The Battle of Minos had reached its climax as the United Military and the Rebel Forces of the Minos clashed with all their might. From the trenches, bunkers, and tunnels scattered throughout the landscape was the never-ending battlefield of war.

On the other hand, above the war-torn capital city of Minos, Warthogs flew with precision as they glanced at their prescribed targets. There was only chaos below as the walls of the capital city became riddled with artillery bombardment. The main force of the United Military still dwelled outside of the cityscape, which meant that they needed to be quick.

*This is Underdog-02, targeting northern entrance of the capital city.*

The rebel army had prepared ambush points in the entrances of the city. If the main army of the United Military wished to enter the besieged capital city, the ambushing forces must be taken care of. With this in mind, the Warthogs were sent to take care of the forces that stood in the army's ways.

*BOOM!!!* *BOOM!!!* *BOOM!!!*

Dropping bombs near the entrances of the city walls, the ambushing forces of the rebel army were swiftly eradicated while the city gates collapsed. Dust consumed the area as the remaining of the Minos Rebels scattered into the interiors of the capital city.

The United Military was already outside of the capital city as their mind-resistant MBTs equipped with demolition blades that would create a path for the army to enter the rubble-filled city of Minos.

However, the warring operation wasn't without its own troublesome problems. The soldiers sent through the air were met with the heavy resistance of the rebel army. Heavy machineguns lay waste towards the direction of the soldiers, pinning them into a few houses made of concrete.

At any rate, near the southern shores was the United Navy Combined-Offensive Fleet, Spear of Longinus. Equipped with aircraft carriers, destroyers, and frigates. The Spear of Longinus pummeled the shores of the capital city into damnation, making its port inoperable for the rebel forces. The Minos Rebels didn't even have a tinge of their navy left.

Most of their warships had already been sunk by the United Navy, which proved how superior the United World Government was even with the policies of accelerating the technological development of their member states.

The Minos Rebels had been cornered into their final territory, the capital city of Minos. There was no path of retreat, the only future for them was defeat. Nevertheless, the rebels remained determined regardless of how much of them died from the onslaught of the United Military.

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Meanwhile, within the crown of the Citadel, Abraham stood up from his chair as he thought about the future of the United World Government. The country had neighbors that surrounded their sovereignty, some were friendly, others neutral, while what remained were hostile.

Maintaining a great diplomatic relationship with friendly nations and fostering economic ties would further fasten the United World Government to the greater world. They might need to contact neutral nations and try creating a friendly relationship with them. While... The hostile nations would be dealt with depending in their policies against the UWG.

"Systema, how long do I have to maintain my current circumstance?" Abraham calmly questioned, to which a mechanical bell chimed inside his head followed by the monotone voice of his precious partner.

*Ding!*

| 75 Hours and 25 Minutes remained... |

The time was about to come for the Authority to return back to where he belonged. And Abraham was looking forward for it, especially the personal power reward of Systema.