Battleship Alamo City: A Battleship Express Side Story

The city of Aqabah sat along the Gulf of the same name. When the Cobras first invaded, they had two options to link up with the Usuri. Either they risked dragging into the Neighgyptian Empire and crossing their land, or they invaded Aqabah, and used that as their link-up point. General Adder sat in the main fortress of the city, contemplating what to do next.

"That foolish Ursa! Because of his tactics, now I am down to less then what I would like for the defense of this city!" Adder grumbled to himself as a messenger entered.

"General Adder Sir?"

"What news do you bring?" He asked once he looked at the messenger.

"The King has seen it fit to send us 56 ships, as well as another 750,000 soldiers." The messenger reported.

"I see. And when shall they arrive?"

"One day from now." The messenger replied.

"I see. You are dismissed." Adder said and the Cobra messenger left.

"Once I have those additional soldiers, the enemy won't be able to break the city, and then those pitiful Horses won't gain any more ground." Adder said to himself.

While General Adder was still plotting his next move, the Allied troops sat in their camp, which was located within seeing distance of the city of Aqabah. Ravage was in the command tent with the other commanders, including Major Blood, and informing them of the battle plan.

"If we shell the walls in multiple places, and divide our army, we could then send a larger thrust in the least defended areas from several different points." Major Blood said.

"This would help prevent their numbers from overwhelming our men." Colonel Hassan added.

At this moment though, a messenger came into the tent. "Commanders! Urgent news from our scouts!" The soldier said out of breath.

"What is it?" The Colonel asked.

"Our scouts along the Red Sea report a fleet of nearly 60 transports heading for the Gulf of Aqabah! We have one day before they reach the ports!"

When the messenger finished, everyone's eyes popped open. If they didn't do something, and quickly, then the enemy would have fresh troops, supplies, and possibly even bigger guns to fight back with, which would no doubt drag out the siege.

"If I may", Ravage spoke up. "If we hold the siege off for one day, then we could take the Alamo City to shell the enemy along the narrow opening of the Gulf." He continued.

"That would be a good idea, but we need to somehow keep them from noticing. If we take the whole train, then they would notice that something is up." Hassan said worriedly.

Ravage thought hard trying to come up with a solution. "There is a way to take the train without noticing." He then turned to Major Blood. "Major, What if we pulled an Operation Fortitude?" Ravage asked.

"'Operation Fortitude?'" Hassan asked. "What's that?"

"Operation Fortitude was a military operation where an entire fake army was made to make the enemy think that they were being attacked in one place, and not another." Major Blood told him.

"Exactly. We move the train further out, and then we make a fake version of it. We'll then move out at night, and then shell the straits to prevent the enemy reinforcing the city." Ravage finished.

"That is a good idea. Ravage, get the men to start making the dummy train. We'll have Kasbah pull it."

Ravage saluted. "Right away Major!"

It took a long time, but Kasbah was eventually fully in place with fake guns mounted on its boxcars. It was shoddy, but it was further away so it was hard to tell the difference. Then, once night had fallen, and the enemy had gone to sleep, the crew all loaded up, and Alamo Cit slowly puffed away into the night to reach the straits.

In the dead of night, with a full moon, and only a few clouds, the ships of the Cobra Kingdom were sailing through the strait right on schedule. Admiral Viper sat in his command ship The Serpent.

"Sir, we shall be at the port before dawn." His cabin boy told him.

"Excellent. Now leave me." The Admiral said as he laid down on his bed.

After the cabin boy left, the Admiral began eating from a bowl on his bedside table. "I still don't understand how incompetent that General Adder must be for him to need us to bail is scaly ass out. A true general would know how to fight those outnumbered Horses!" He said to no one in particular.

*BOOM!!!! CRASH!!!!*

The Admiral sprung form his bed at the sound of the noises, and threw open the door to his quarters. All around his flagship were the sounds of battle, and he raced up to the main deck of The Serpent, and once his brain fully registered what he was seeing, his scaly face drained of all color. All around him, ships were sinking with massive holes, and fire all over their decks, and in the water around them. Cobras were in the water, screaming in agony, or screaming for help.

"What in the ever-loving fuck....????" The Admiral finally managed to sputter out.

Suddenly though, fire erupted from another ship as loud booms rang out, and quick flashes were briefly visible from the shore.

*CRACK!!!!! CREEEEAK!!!!!!*

More and more ships were being decimated by the explosions, turned over by waves, or punched through by the shells being fired at them.

"IDIOTS!!!! FIRE BACK!!!!" The Admiral cried.

"We can't Sir! The're firing from inland!" A sailor yelled.

"What?! That's impossible! The shore is miles away!" Viper said as his flagship was now rocked by enemy shells.

Of the 56 ships, they were reaching a mere 12. Viper had no choice now. "To hell with that General! Retreat immediately!" He shouted, and his flagship and the remaining ships started to turn away, but were still being shelled. The entire time that the few remaining ships were running away, they were still vulnerable along their sides to the unseen enemy, who continued their bombardment unopposed. There was a mere 6 Cobra ships left once they got out of the unseen enemy's firing range, and of those 6 ships, all were at least moderately damaged, and had a large number of their crews either dead, wounded, or missing. The Cobras who had fallen, jumped, or been blown into the water by explosions during the battle were all left behind to drown, commit suicide, or be captured by the enemy. This was a devastating defeat for the Cobras, but unfortunately for them, it would not be their last.

"Captain Ravage!" a voice called over the radio to the command car.

" What's the status of the enemy fleet?" Ravage asked in reply.

"The enemy fleet has turned tail and fled! Confirmed 50 ships sunk, I repeat 50 ships have been confirmed sunk!" The voice replied.

Ravage's lips curled into a smile. "Excellent work! Now let's roll out back to Aqabah." Ravage said and the train whistled before taking off back towards the city they had to take care of. "We won a great victory tonight!"

The rest of the crew were also cheering on their way back to Aqabah.

" Imposssible! All our reinforcements are not coming?!" General Adder yelled at the messenger.

"Y-yes Sir. They were nearly wiped out by enemy gunfire last night. Only six ships made it out without sinking, which considering their current condition is a miracle by itself!" The messenger replied, more than a hint of fear in his voice.

"Hmm. Very well. Make sure all of our troops are ready for the enemy's next attack. We still have the defensive advantage despite only having 800,000 troops. We shall win! For the King!" The General yelled, and the messenger saluted before leaving.

Once the messenger was gone, Adder smirked. "I best be preparing my leave. Major!" The General called, and in stepped his second in command, Major Green Mamba.

"Yes General?"

"You are in charge of this city now. I am required back in the capital on urgent orders of the King." The General lied through his fangs.

Green Mamba saluted, not suspecting the treachery. "Yes Sir! We shall fight in your name!"

"Good to hear Major!" Then the General departed for his private submarine which left soon after. The General had just knowingly left 800,000 of his own troops to die, but at that moment, all he could care about was saving himself, and his own sorry ass.

"If Cobras have to die because of this, it sure as hell ain't gonna be me!" He thought as his submarine got underway.

The sun was now out in all of its glory as the soldiers of Saddle Arabia stood ready all around Aqabah to attack, and then the guns rang out. Shells started hitting the walls, and they shattered like those of Jericho. The city had already been evacuated when it was taken over by the Cobras, so there was no worry of friendly fire. The Allied troops then stormed through the holes in the walls, which was really stretching the enemy lines out as they were trying to plug the gaps with soldiers. Then the main force charged at the city.

"For The King! For the House of Saddle!" Cried soldiers as they sped through the down, cutting down all Cobra defenders that they came across. The enemy fired and fired, but were largely frozen with fear by the stampeding Saddle Arabians, and the cries of the dying Cobras rang out across the city.

Major Blood and Hassan were back to back firing at the number of suicidal attacking Cobras.

"You keeping up?!" Major Blood shouted to Hassan.

"Oh please. Your gun might be good, but I'm just as capable with mine!" Hassan replied, and then his gun clicked empty. He was about to grab his saber when the Major threw him a pistol.

"How many of these things do you have?!" Hassan called out.

"I always keep three guns on me!" The Major said as he switched to a shotgun when his SMG ran out.

Hassan was shocked, but then just turned back to shooting. It took a long time, but the enemy eventually finally surrendered. Of the 800,000 defenders, half were killed and the rest were either imprisoned, wounded, or missing. Once the battle was over, Major Blood watched as Colonel Hassan walked up to the prisoners.

"Your people have cause mine great grief and strife. If we were to walk you into a town, the people would maim you like rabid beasts!" Hassan told them coldly. Most of them felt fear at that statement. "However, we shall not do that to you. You have two options here. One, you join our army and, once the war is over, all survivors will be granted amnesty and allowed to return home. Or two, you serve prison time in the prison camps, which will not be as merciful as me." Hassan stated. "All who wish to join us and see the war end, please stand up."

After looking around at each other for a few moments, one cobra stood up. He was then followed by another, then another and then another. Of the 400,000 prisoners, one quarter wanted to fight alongside the Allies.

"Our King has never delivered the great wealth ,or bountiful food he promised us time and again!" A cobra shouted.

"He isn't fit to rule!" Another added.

"Good riddance of that rubbish excuse for a Cobra!" A third voice chimed in.

"Then be prepared." Hassan informed them. "We march Northward from here to take the fight to the Usuri!"

Once he finished, there came many shouts of soldiers who were ready for battle. The Cobra threat was at least slowed for the time being; now it was time for the Usuri to fall as hard as they did.

"My King Cobra, terrible news! The city of Aqabah was just seized, and now we have no way to connect to our soldiers in the Saddle Arabian territory!" A messenger reported while bowing.

"Well then, we have no other choice." The King solemnly replied, standing from his throne. "Ready the men at the border. Neighgypt shall become our new way to Saddle Arabia!"

"Are you sure, Your Majesty?" The messenger asked. Then he saw the glare from his King, and he was frightened. "I'm sorry My Lord! I'm so sorry!" He quickly apologized.

The King walked down to the messenger. "No one is allowed to question my orders." He said coldly before biting into the jugular of the messenger, letting the poor Cobra's blood run across the ground. "Tell another messenger that we are to invade Neighgypt, and fetch someone to clean up this mess!" The King shouted to a guard, who promptly left the room. "And this was one of my favorite robes." He grumbled angrily, wiping in vain at the blood that now stained his robe. "No matter. It can't be helped now. I have a battle to plan!" The King then left the throne room to confer with his generals on the matter at hand.

"No one is allowed to question my orders." The King said before biting into the jugular of the messenger letting the poor man's blood run across the ground. "Tell another messenger that we are to invade Neighgypt and fetch someone to clean up this mess." The King said. to a guard who promptly left the room. "And this was one of my favorite robes." The king finished.