A United Land

"It is generally inadvisable to eject directly over the area you just bombed."

                                                                     -Unknown

   Khalkin Gol was a rather small mountain pass that had no significance before the war. It was the only pass that connected to the Griffin Kingdom in the Eastern Mountains, and the closest to the newly gained foothold in Equestria. It was therefore vital that it be cut off.

    "The fastest way to get an army to surrender was to stem it's food supply." Was Shining Armor's verdict.

   The Plan was to take the land behind the bases and the pass, then relentlessly pound the bases. The Clydesdales would get in low and strafe the bunkers, while the faster Spitefuls would provide air cover. After Griffin resistance was subdued, Pegasi legions would come out of their hiding place and take the trenches. There would be barely enough aircraft to participate in the raid, most of them smouldering wrecks being cannibalised for their parts to fix any salvageable planes.

  Everything was set for a go. Then Prince Blueblood petitioned with most of the Canterlot Elite that a squadron of Spitefuls be stationed above Canterlot. Namely, the homes to keep away the Griffins. At this point, Blueblood asked Ace to help them with the petition. He got famous for saying to him, "Sometimes, I wish I was a bird so I could fly over some ponies and crap on their heads."

    For a couple weeks, the operation was postponed due to high winds in the area. This allowed the factories to churn out more Clydesdales and Spitefuls, adding more units to the attack.

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    "Blue Four to Tower, requesting permission to take off from runway 3L, over." Ace sat in his bright red jet. After the attack, he decided that he wanted the Griffins to strike fear in the heart of his enemies.

    "Blue Four, permission granted to take off from Runway 3L, and Godspeed Ace."

    Opening the throttles, the plane began to drift down the grey tarmac.

   "V1, rotate."

   The sharp nose pointed upward, and the wheels left the ground. Climbing to 22 Angels, he enjoyed the view of clouds and the big blue yonder. This was the thing about flying combat; pilots rarely had any chance to take in the beautiful sky. Falling in formation with the battle group, they headed towards the target zone.

   "Tower to battle group 7, there are some recon balloon launching in your area."

  "Don't worry, we work with balloons all the time."

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   "Battle Group 7 to Battle Group 3, requesting position on radar."

   "Battle Group 3 to Battle Group 7, you've got radar to find us."

   Ace huffed and thought for awhile.

   "Battle Group 7 to Battle Group 3, we're changing frequency."

   "Which one you're changing to?"

   "You've got 720; you can find us!"

   "BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-"

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    "Hey, down there!"

    "What?"

   "The griffin."

   "Ah."

   "You thinking what I'm thinking?"

  "We hightail it when we can?"

  "OR we could follow it back to its base. Come on, just loads of Griffins helpless there. It'll be a turkey shoot!"

  "So now we're shooting turkeys now?"

  "Come one, pwitty pwease with a cherry on top?"

  "Okay, fine, five minutes."

  The Griffin took a winding path through the mountains, until they reached a forward airbase. Griffins were taking off and landing, and it was a bustle of activity. Battle Group 7 was made up of 17 Spitefuls. The airbase had several hundred spear armed Griffins. What they pilots didn't know was that the base ground defense only consisted of a single slow rate 8 mm Buckers machine gun.

  One after another, led by Ace's plane "Peanuts," they swooped down like the angels of death. The Griffins, caught off guard, had no time to react. One after another, they were gunned down.

   "Got five!"

   "Five? Pfft. That's nothing. I got 12 in one pass!"

   "Um...aren't you guys just a bit sad for those Griff-"

   "No way! They did this to us, we're giving them a taste of their poison! We also get a 50 bit kill bounty."

   "Isn't it 'medicine,' not 'poison'?"

  "Poison kills, and they kill our comrades, neighbors, friends and family. This is what they get."

  "If you say so..."

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Khalkin Gol

Battle Group 3

  "LEEROY JENKINS!"

   A single Clydesdale began charging the Buckers AAA installations. The pilot fired a rocket and destroyed most of the units. The rocket exploded.

   "Celestiadammit Jenkins, follow your motherbucking orders!"

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   "Battle Group 3 reporting sir, all resistance along the route has been destroyed."

   "Well, that escalated quickly."

   "So, you are the ones that killed my freinds."

   "Huh?"

    "You will pay for it!"

    "Your family tree must be a cactus because everyone's a prick."

   "I HATE YOU!"

   "Someday, you will choke on the crap that comes out of your mouth."

   "GRAAAAAAAHHHHH!"

   "How did he get on our frequency anyway?"

   "Beats me."

   "PIIIIIIINKIE PIIIIIIIEEE!"

   The pink mare suddenly appeared with her candy helicopter flying in formation with the Spitefuls.

   "Someone called?"

   "Can you go give the annoying Griffin a party?"

   "Gasp! This is only my second Griffin party! I need to get my party cannon! Does he like cake? I hope he really likes cake! ~"

   Ace tuned her out. "So, we going home?"

  "Sir?"

  "Yes?"

  "How did she do that?"

  "Even the Princesses don't know that. You want me to figure out? The last pony to try ended up in a full body cast on a wheelchair for half a year. If you want to try, be my guest." He snapped.

  "Okay, okay, I get it sir." The rookie muttered. "I was just curious."

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   "And I conclusion, I award Ace Nova a squadron of his own."

   Ace had been the brainchild of the attack, and he had found out where the bomber base was en route to the Ponyville Airdrome. Only lack of fuel forced them to move on. Both sides were finally even, though the fight was long from over. The celebration was planned to be small, and the medals would be awarded by Twilight Sparkle. Reaper, Sniper, Leadership First Class were just a few named.

  "You may rise."

  "I wish I could, but it appears I have been slacking off on my neck exercises."

  "Oh, eeh...."

  "Yeah."

  "Um..."

  "Well, this is embarrassing."