It was high noon and the hellfire heat of the sun felt like heated iron pressed to the bare skin. The hot air was seemingly dancing due to light breezes, giving the visual illusion of wavy like image distortions. The combined sound of orchestrated instruments, deep manly choir voices, intimidating chants, and the tumultuous sound of boots striking the ground had dominated the background. In almost perfect unison, around twelve thousand Tyrlandic officers and soldiers marched forward in low step goosesteps with utmost pride. Grouped by squares, each square had twenty five columns and fifteen rows, giving the intimidating visual illusion of an unstoppable force when being zoomed in close in the perfect angle by the cameramen.

After the infantrymen finished their thunderous march, the familiar sound of tank treads started to become audible. A hundred of Tyrland’s most modern MBTs rolled forward menacingly. Their cannons raised to an angle faced towards the leader as to symbolize a salute. After which, the tanks were followed by around four hundreds of other ground equipment like IFVs, SPGs, MRLS, and other more. As the ground equipment throttled forward, around a hundred fixed wing aircraft and fifty helicopters flew overhead, all squadrons forming the Tyrlandic Tiwaz as they passed by Ragnarok Square from above.

After the hell march concluded and all the troops were in their intended position, strong cheers from the audience suddenly grew louder as the leader of Tyrland, Keisar Sigurd Haraldsson, rose up from his seat.  As he slowly treads forward to the podium, the cheers suddenly stopped as both soldiers and the audiences raised their arms akin to a V position.  As large drums would be stroke three times, people would clap their hands while shouting “Awwo!” As Haraldsson came close, the same process was repeatedly done but with a noticeably faster tempo. After Haraldsson stepped the podium, clenched his fist and screamed “Victory!” Both the soldiers and audiences uncontrollably roared in cheers.

As usual, the Keisar honored the intended reason for the march, honoring the 200th anniversary of the Tyrlandic military’s official integration with the government. Just as his speech was about to conclude after making several dedications to the past historic events of the country, Haraldsson took a turn. After a short one minute pause, he suddenly discussed about the country of Palmyrion.

"Before I would be ending my speech, I will add something in regards to the International Setting. Specifically, I am referring to the nation known as Palmyrion. It has come to our attention that the sheer incompetence of this country’s leadership made it a threat to the entire world. As everybody had probably seen the news, I will not explain in further detail regarding the situation. But I will make one thing clear; the Tyrlandic Imperium will not let this ineffective leadership go unnoticed.  Ideally, we urge the current Palmyrian regime to step down at once. Tyrland will be pleased to discuss the establishment of a provisional government. We would prefer that Palmyrion will cooperate with our generous offer; otherwise we will have to enforce our demands through fire and fury.   Something that is supposed to die and doesn't, will eventually rot away, whether it's a man or a nation. To conclude my speech, may the great God Tyr guide us to victory over all our obstacles, long live Tyrland!"

Wave of cheers echoed through Ragnarok square. While the Keisar's statements regarding Palmyrion seemed to be an unplanned addition to his original speech, Haraldsson intended this to be part of his speech right from the start. He utilized the visual propaganda force of an unstoppable Tyrlandic Armed Forces, threatening Palmyrion to be struck with the said force. But for now, the sun sets for Tyrland.

The city life in Palmyrion was quite normal. As if it was just a normal day waiting to end.  A tall muscular Tyrlandic man in tank tops and a backpack walked around the city streets like any tourists would Towering most Pamyrian passerby, he did attract a bit of an attention. As he continued walking through the busy streets of the city, he passed by sever water pipes and he whipped out his phone and took several pictures. People found it weird that this “tourist” was taking pictures of water pipes but was soon left to indifference. Together with approximate coordinates, he simultaneously sent pictures to Gjalllarhorn. As for the other "tourists" in various cities and outside the cities, they observed the intervals of trains in the Palmyrian rail networks, both city rail networks and inter-city rail networks

“This country is humid and hot as usual.” A Gjallarhorn militia man grumbled as he passes thr he opens a map near the coastal area. His mission was simple, turn the Palmyrian’s lives as terrible as possible before the Tyrlagh would make an official declaration of independence from Palmyrion, his team was part of many teams who were tasked for this mission. Looking at the map, his team was one km away from the nearest visible inter-city electrical power lines and inter-city rail netwoeks. They later whipped out their binoculars and rangefinders as 60mm commando mortars were being set up.

“ For the power lines. Range 1,000 meters upfront; Retain direction to 0° north….Adjust Elevation to around 82.901°….30 seconds estimated ETA for a mortar round.” Men in binoculars and rangefinders re-directs towards the approximate hitting target for the power lines.

“For the inter-city rail network. Range 1,500 meters upfront; Retain direction 0° north….Adjust Elevation to around 79.207. °….30 seconds estimated ETA for a mortar round.” Another group of men in binoculars and rangefinders re-directs towards the approximate hitting target for the inter-city rail network.


“Adjustments complete. ” A militia man relayed to the squad leader as the necessary adjustments for both mortars were complete.

“One of our men also reported that a train has just passed by, rail network is also safe for bombardment.”

“Consistently saturate the target for approximately one minute. Fire one! ” The squad leader commanded. The mortar steadily launched a rapid amount of shells towards the power lines and towards the inter-city rail networks. In a single minute, the targets would have been saturated by 20 shells. It was not a singular attack as similar attacks are also conducted to other coastal areas parts of the Widowmaker’s lair.

On a separate location, several fixed wing propeller UAVs took off from an improvised runway. Attached with IEDs, they were intended to strike marked targets. As they arrive in a suitable altitude, the UAVs decreased engine speed and slowly cruised in the air to save fuel. In a dim-lit room brightened by television screens, several men in eye glasses looked like they were playing War Thunder but they were the men who controlled the UAVs.

Similarly, other groups similar to them also have the same mission somewhere and there were similar UAVs in other places cruise the air towards their target. Conveniently, The controllers received additional information regarding the location of water pipes and the intervals in city based rail networks which they were going to use while they strike.

Independence will soon come for a Tyrlagh.