General Nicholas Brock looked over the reports of the raid on San Fransisco. the raid was successful. The loss of a majority of the DS Pacific Fleet meant that with the exception of a few squadrons, the Canadian navy had complete control of the DS west coast. He looked at the map of the Baja/California border. His units were preparing for an invasion of the Democratic States of America. More troops were brought over from the Empire, over a million more men just to be launched at the California front. He looked outside of his headquarters and could see tanks and artillery moving to the front. Men dressed in kahaki uniforms. They were about to mount an invasion into the Democratic States. Confederate soldiers marched alongside the Canadians. They were going to sandwich the west coast armies between the Canadian/Confederate army and the northern Myrorian army. Nicholas Brock picked up the radio. "All units move forward, I want to break through the DS army and head for San Fransisco."
Private Zack Chad was at the California front. He kept his rifle at the ready, his battalion was moving into a Yankee city called Oakland that had been pounded to hell by artillery. They could hear explosions meaning that the artillery were still hitting Yankee positions. He looked at another of his friends, Arthur MacGregor. "Hey Artie, when are we going to get this Oakland. My feet hurt." Arthur smiled. "Well, all I heard was that when we get to this city, we can mount an invasion on the provincal...no state capital of San Fransisco. Then we just sandwich the retreating Yanks in between us and the Myrorians. Then if the DSA doesn't surrender than, we move east."
Zack looked at his friend. "I heard that General Worthington has moved his men into that Mormon state."
"I don't like Mormons that much, thank fully there are only a few in Canada-Quebec but at least here, they know who's side to be on."
Zack nodded. They arrived at the front in Oakland. The city was pounded to pieces, but the Canadian-Quebecois flag flew over the city. Over yonder was San Fransisco. The Yanks had dug in between San Fransisco and Oakland. If the Canadians wanted California, they would have to take it. The battalion moved down as planes screeched overhead. The Battle of San Fransisco was about to begin. But from what Zack could see, it wasn't going to be easy.
Four days had passed since the Battle of San Fransisco began and the Canadian/Confederate army had gained little ground . The Yankees were yielding little and were inflicting heavy losses on the Canadians and the Confederates in exchange of their own. Captain Charles French was standing in a trench waiting for the next Yankee attack. The battles at the beginning of the campaign were near to easy. The Americans were demoralized by the swiftness of the Canadian onslaught, but now they seemed to have gathered themselves into a powerful defense. Charles knew this. He had to get his men into the Yankee trenches without getting the alot of them killed. The last attacks were defeated and the presence of scorching tanks shells and crashed planes were evidence of that. He turned to his men. The Canadians and the Confederates were prepared to break the Yankee morale in the west once and for all. "All right men, I'm not going to get into a long and pointless speech. I'm just going to say that we have done our duty many times over. Let's do it one more time."
The Canadian lines became alive as Confederates and Canadians swarmed out of their trenches. Artillery fired just in front of them as if to hide the real assault. Tanks and tank destroyers followed. Helicopters attacked Yankee lines to make sure they kept their heads down. The Canadians finally got into the Yankee lines and the battle surged into a melee brawl. Confederates armed with knife bayonets and Canadians with longer sword-bayonets fought the Yankees with every thing they had. Captain French made his way onto a hill where the Yankees had plated their flag. French pulled out the flag and threw it on the ground. He and two other men lifted the flag of the Canada-Quebecois Empire. The allied force pushed forward causing the Yankees to fall back into San Fransisco. Once in the city, Canadian artillery brought everything they could bear on the state capital. Soon a white flag was flown. The Democratic States Fourth Army surrendered.
