KIM JONG KILL
Pyongyang, Korea
6,386 miles away from America
The fires still hadn't been put out. Though the enemy bombers were now long gone, either returning to base (and actually returning, or running out of fuel and crashing along the way) or getting shot down, the city of Pyongyang was wrecked to a degree unseen ever since the Pacific War when the Japanistanis had come to enact their cruel 'Co-Prosperity Sphere'. People rushed from their shelters or returned from the hills when danger was no longer imminent and, immediately, the process of reconstruction began like an organic healing process. This healing was aided immensely by STRAK political officers barking orders and propaganda, too.
The Sovereign Chinese attack had emphasized heavily on the use of their arsenal of BLU-82 'Daisy Cutters' - weapons that were designed to airburst, detonate above ground to create a blast that would flatten large areas around them. It was excellent in flattening cities.
It was piss poor at penetrating deep ground and damaging bunkers.
Now, in one such bunkers below the city charred by the Chinese strike, the Korean retaliation was being conceived in due haste...
"Kim chi daewoo samsung!" a dark figure sitting on the throne uttered.
"The Great Leader says... that the STRAK requires more aid to maintain this war," the interpreter translated.
"And so, more aid he will have," said the man standing before the shadowy figure and the interpreter. "We promise, we will give you enough to turn the tide. We are organizing the details as we speak, at this very moment."
The man handed an envelope to the translator, who opened it and examined the contents. They were spy satellite photographs, although intentionally lowered in quality and resolution so that the true capabilities of the satellites' cameras but nonetheless presenting a clear enough picture to be very useful.
"Hyundai..." the Great Leader uttered, nodding approvingly.
"Good," the translator translated.
"Kia bibimbap incheon..." the Great Leader continued. This time, he scowled.
"But the Great Leader expresses dissatisfaction at the untimely nature of this assistance, which has led to this current situtation," the translator translated.
The Great Leader uttered something guttural, something to the translator that the other man did not understand.
"He asks what part of the deal you did not understand. He says perhaps his translator did not make it clear to you," the interpreter interpreted. "He says he should fire... his translator?"
There was a mechanical sound, that of a gun being cocked, and a shot rang out. Blood and brains stained the face of the man who stood before the shadowy figure and the interpreter. The blood and brains on his face belonged to the interpreter who now had a neat hole in his head, he stood there for a good full second before collapsing on the ground.
The shadowy figure behind the translator emerged. Now no longer so shadowy, having come out of the dark and shadowy shadows, he revealed himself to be none other than Kim Jong Il - son of the Dear Leader.
"
Fucking fuck!" he cursed, startling the man who was still alive. "What part of the fucking plan could you not understand, huh? Goddamn, fuck Doctor Manchuria - fuck him up his scrawny little yellow slit-eyed opium-snorting manchu-moustached ass! Fucking prick! Fuck this shit!"
He kicked the corpse in ill-temper, and the corpse rolled down the steps and fell on the man's feet.
"You, you fucked up fuck-faced fucking fucker! You better get this shit right this time, goddamn it, because fuck it, we're doing this live and we better fuck those fucking Chinese fucks up! It'll be fan-fucking-tastic and fabu-fucking-lous! Fucking divine retribution 'cause when Kim Jong fucking Il screams there are fucking storms!" Kim Jong Il continued, this time he flailed his arms around while waving the middle finger with both hands.
"Da," the man nodded understandingly. "Of course."
"Now just what the fuck are you waiting for? Fuck, get on with it and get out of my fucking sight!" Kim Jong Il continued, waving his gun at the man threateningly. The man took the cue and made himself scarce and after he was gone, Kim Jong Il sat down on a comfy chair and screamed his lungs out. "Fuck you, Doctor Manchuria! Fuck you in the ass! Fuck you in the mouth! Fuck you in the ears, eyes, nostrils and in a fucking slit cut into your fucking throat!
With my cock, motherfucker!"
With that, he slammed the arm on his chair and it activated a secret door which opened. The chair itself, through some floor-based mechanism, moved and took him into that secret door. It was no longer safe here in Pyongyang, even deep underground. Kim Jong Il was going to go somewhere else to enjoy the scenery.
He was going to his daddy.
Manchurian Airspace
The RB-49 'Wingski' reconnaissance aircraft was based on the Brazilian B-49 Flying Wing design, although this Soviet variant was extremely modified. Bearing no weapons, not even defensive guns, it was instead specialized for the purpose of electronic intelligence gathering - ELINT - and had in place of weapons sophisticated sensor apparatuses designed to survey the enemy.
The flying wings had a natural low radar cross-section, not true-stealth but by nature of its design it looked way smaller on radar than it had any right to be for an aircraft of its size. With its sensors and low detectability, it performed its mission and gathered as much data as possible from the Sovereign Chinese. The movement of their forces, their positions, even recording their electronic communications. The flying wings had learned a lot, had learned enough.
Now they were turning back and returning home to Soviet airspace - with their sensors, the crews knew fully well what was to come.
The grand Korean counter-offensive.
The STRAK forces in Manchuria were unmolested, and much of the bomber force had fled to the airfields there when the Chinese attack had targetted airfields and basically everything else in the Korean Peninsula. There, the offensive capabilities of the STRAK were being mustered in one counterattack to answer the Sovereign Chinese's obscene offensive.
The bombers took off. Their targets, military positions in Manchuria itself. Together with SCUD missiles, conventional rocketry and artillery, and a full-frontal ground offensive the STRAK forces that had been previously bogged down with the Sovereign Chinese trenchlines began to advance in a massive combined arms assault.
Sovereign China had depleted its aerial forces, with their planes still undergoing repair and maintenance, with copious bullet holes being duct-taped, with so much bombs and fuel expended. Nonetheless, they responded and scrambled their aircraft - but the aircraft were precisely the first targets of the STRAK offensive, now fully seeking to neuter and castrate the source of Sovereign China's air power.
Forward airbases were bombarded, tactical bombers flying low and hard to disgorge their complements of bombs on the Chinese airfields. Penetrative bombs, not area-flatteners like Daisy Cutters, but rather bombs designed to blow deep holes in the ground blew deep holes in the airstrips and made them untendable. Cluster munitions scattered submunitions and bomblets and mines on other strips as well.
Likewise, these same weapons were used to bust the Chinese bunkers and fortifications, and to rain explosive cluster bombs on Chinese infantry lines. Tu-16s would drop FAB-9000 9,000-kg conventional bombs, the Russian equivalent of the Commonwealth Grand Slam bomb, and unlike the BLU-82 Daisy Cutters these big boys would instead punch deep holes through the ground, making deep craters and big explosions that would bust bunkers.
But the Sovereign Chinese forces were not defenseless. They too had anti-aircraft artillery, SAMs and fighters.
The STRAK had air-launched cruise missiles. These were aimed at Sovereign Chinese radar sites and communications and control facilities, conveniently located in their strongpoints. Many of these, particularly the ones aimed at the radars, were anti-radiation missiles designed to home in on radars. But even without anti-radiation missiles, tactical bombers and ZiG fighters armed with bombs were directed towards enemy radar sites on missions to suppress enemy air defenses, Wild Weasel runs.
Just as the Chinese fighters had blot out the sun, the STRAK rocket artillery likewise did the same for Manchurian skies. Katyushas as well as SCUDs, telltale supersonic boom preluding their descent to Chinese positions.
Simultaneously with the air offensive, the STRAK ground forces moved forward under the cover of fighters and bombers - no longer using basic crude human wave attacks, but now evolving to combined arms assault. Even with nigh-obsolete T-34 tanskis, against Sovereign Chinese trenchtroops these were a boon, and under the constant aerial and artillery barrage the STRAK armor had a distinct advantage of shock and awe.
ZiGs once more filled the skies, though this time they were the spearhead of a full-blown STRAK attack and not in a final last-ditch defense. They did battle with Deltas and Voodoos left in Texan mercenary hands - and in these skilled and experienced gently caressing hands, the Century Fighters would do aerial battle with the ZiGs.
With all their aircrafts used, the Sovereign Chinese forces in Manchuria had the distinct disadvantage. With combined arms, the STRAK forces had the upper hand - and with tactically and strategically-vital information given to them in the form of ELINT and satellite photographs of Chinese positions, they were able to press their advantage.
But wait, there's more. They had
reinforcements.
Soldiers and tanks, men and machines, bearing the uniform and the colors of the STRAK armed forces came from the border - the
wrong border. In the midst of the confusion and the flurry of the Korean counter-offensive, these forces seemed very much like a STRAK flanking maneuver - a very maneuverable STRAK flanking maneouver that many Sovereign forces found themselves outflanked by.
Coming in from an unexpected angle, screaming and with rifles and Killyshnikovs and antiquated Soviet armor, they were nonetheless effective as shock-troops.
One Chinese soldier would note that these STRAK soldiers did not say words like "kim chi hyundai samsung" but words like "dimsum chang chong ping pong", familiar words... words that did not register before the STRAK shock soldier stuck a bayonet in his gut.
Both these forces and regular STRAK army groups would link up and encircle Sovereign Chinese forces. Once the englobed enemies were handled, they would continue their push south-westward.
To distract the Chinese forces, another air assault had been launched, this time not against military targets but partly as a retribution strike against the Chinese bombardment of STRAK cities.
Tu-16s loaded with
bouncing bombs flew hard and low. Their target, the
Ding Dong Dam in Sovereign China. Flying hard and low, they released their payload and the oddly-shaped bombs bounced off the water and skipped towards the enormous concrete constructions - making intimate contact and detonating against the dam, fracturing it and causing a portion of it to disintegrate under the enormous weight of the water welled up behind it.
The dambusting strike would cause a catastrophic level of flooding, drowning whatever was downstream. With the Chinese losing several transportation routes and being forced to deal with the ensuing disaster and floods, they would be severely inconvenienced.
The STRAK pushed forward deeper into Liaoning and soon, outwards from it.
Meanwhile...
Over the Yellow Sea
Tu-16s launched their supersonic cruise missiles, both set to active-radar and anti-radar homing they were unleashed towards mainland China. Their targets included Beijing and the various air defense sites around it, including airfields and SAM sites. The latter was dealt with by the anti-radar homing missiles.
Then, the retribution strike against the Chinese offensive against the Korean Peninsula begun. Nowhere as enormous as the Sovereign Chinese attack, this one involved a few mere handsful of STRAK aircraft.
The Tu-22 Blinder formed up with its companion craft and moved into Chinese airspace. Using ELINT and satellite data, they flew low and in a course meant to avoid enemy radar and enemy defenses. With the cruise missiles launched by the Tu-16 already wrecking havok on enemy defenses, this was made easier for them as they travelled hard and fast - faster than any bomber the Sovereign Chinese forces had encountered, until now.
The distance from Pyongyang to Beijing was measured in less than a thousand kilometers and the Tu-22s did not take long to close that and reach their target.
One of the Tu-22s was an electronic warfare variant, and now in heavily-defended airspace it began working its ECM to the fullest. Meanwhile, the bombers went on ahead and struck their target - the Forbidden City itself.
If God was still alive, he would've seen an incredibly surreal sight: The lead Tu-22's bomb bays opened and from it came an enormous bomb - this one with the very visage of Kim Il Sung adorning its front-end. This bomb with the Dear Leader's face on it sailed downwards in an arc that brought it to the very enormous picture of Doctor Manchuria that also adorned the wall of the Forbidden City. In that one, glorious moment both faces would make intimate contact, as though kissing, before
Kim Il Sung made Doctor Manchuria explode.
Or, at least, that was the visually symbolic intention of the bomb with Kim Il Sung meeting and blowing up the largest picture of Doctor Manchuria in the Forbidden City.
The other Tu-22s followed suit, but instead their payloads were a combination of bunker busters designed to wreck up any fortifications within the Chinese capital as well as cluster bombs to disperse submunitions and mines all over the courtyards of the Forbidden City.
After this was done, the Tu-22s got the hell out of dodge and in full afterburner accelerated westwards towards either Communist Chinese or Soviet airspace.
Result:
In rage, the STRAK moves forward! Towards Beijing!
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