"To the Fifthteen Tribes of America

You were warned of interference when we sought conquest of your lands. You resisted. You may have killed hundreds of thousands of our men, but the Saderan Empire has an unlimited supply of men willing to die for our glorious empire. Now my demands are you to immediate surrender all your land and tribes and any of all advanced weapons and products you savages made to be given to Sadera and 500,000 of your young women as slaves as an act of Mercy. Consider this carefully. Refuse and you will all be destroyed we'll take everything by force!"

Sign by Zorzal El Caesar own hand.

"..."

"..."

Author's Note:......

"......What kind of bullshit is this!" David shouted angrily, throwing the letter down to the ground.

"Who the fuck does he think he is? Telling us what to do. Does he have any idea who we are?" David continued.

"The leader of the enemy side." An Enclave soldier responded.

"That's not a fucking answer." David said.

"I'm sorry, sir. I don't know what to say. It seems like he doesn't want to negotiate." The soldier replied.

"He doesn't seem like a negotiator. He wants to rule us all." A Illustrado Marine added.

"Well, that's not gonna happen. We're not going to be ruled by a bunch of barbarians." David said.

"Should we tell the General, sir?" A soldier asked.

"No. Not yet. I don't want him to know about this until we have more information." David responded.

It was then that Jan walks in and David shows him the letter.

"So...what do you think?" David asked.

"Well, well. Looks like I got another person to play with. I have orders from General Walker and Rangers leader Macnamara to break this Zoral guy. I know what to do." Jan replied with a smirk.

"Alright, but please don't kill him, yet." David responded with a smirk of his own.

"Oh, don't worry. I'll have him begging for his life. Then maybe I'll give him a little taste of his own medicine. But it will hurt. A lot." Jan said.

-Back at sadera

"We have gathered a million strong! We'll be marching towards Dalmus Hill to get rid of those otherworlders!!!" Zorzal said, imperial troops cheered as they begin to march towards Dalmus Hill.

Author's Note: Or those poor families never going to see those men and boys again............. AH WELL!!! NOT OUR FAULT!!!

-Back at Dalmus Hill

"What should we do, sir?" Asked Anthony as he heard the news of the letter. And so did the other 15 tribe leaders and the tribes in Canada and Mexico. They too was pissed off.

The Followers of Doss sent them medical supplies and Auto-Docs incase they need it.

The Gunners sent Hollow-Points rounds, Armor-Piercing bullets, and Explosive bullets.

The Brotherhood of Steel sent in their newest and strongest AER9 lasers rifles and plasma grenades.

The Texas Rangers sent in their leader Tom Macnamara himself and Mini-Nukes and XM-01 Juggernaut Power Armor.

Enclave General Dustin Walker replied to the former Marine, "Myself and Macnamara have decided we are going on the defensive as we are on a hill. We'll be stockpiling ammo so we can be ready for the storm and make the enemy think we're not ready. We just need to make them walk into our trap."

Macnamara nodded his head, "I'm sure we can win this battle and get these bastards out of our lives forever. But we can't take any chances. So we'll have a force of 30,000 troops to guard the hill while we have the rest of the men prepare. We'll have snipers, mortars, machine gun turrets, and artillery on the top of the hill. And we'll have a small army below to counter-attack."

Anthony agrees to this and added his two cents. "We can also remove the landmines and dress some of the corpses as us to make the enemy think that they are going to win easily. We could also use the captured enemy weapons, armor, and flags. We can have our best infiltrators from the Romad tribe disguised as the enemy and when they get close to the base we can have our people open fire. Then we can have them run away and they will have to deal with the landmines and the Romads placed on the dead bodies."

Macnamara smiled at this idea while General Walker was impressed. Walker fought with Anthony's father both before the war and during it. He was also the one that broke the news to Anthony when his father died.

"That's a great idea, Towson. I didn't know the Romads could be so devious. But then again, so are we." Walker said.

"Thank you, sir." Anthony said.

The ammo and weapons stockpile lasted for 12 days and the Fallout North American troops were preparing themselves for the oncoming storm that is approaching.

Weapons were double checked, knives were sharpened, and artillery was loaded ready to fire.

Little do the Saderans know. This battle will be known as the Battle of Tears. Or in the Fallout North American words;

Saderan D-Day.

The 5th day arrived as an army of a million strong arrived. The biggest army assembled in Saderan history.

They even saw a couple of their own(Romads in disguise) waving at them and stabbing a corpses with the otherworlders uniform and clothes.

Zorzal approached these men, "Men! Are you ready to avenge the Empire and conquer these filthy otherworlders!?"

The soldiers shouted, "WE ARE!"

Zorzal looked around and was pleased that everyone was happy and confident. He turned to the men with bags of gold and said, "Good work. Now bring me their leaders. Alive."

The disguised men bowed and went back to the hill. Zorzal turned back to the men and continued, "Today is a historic day for the Saderan Empire! Today is the day we avenge the Empire's lost! Today is the day the otherworld is ours!!!"

The soldiers cheered loudly, chanting, "Victory or death!"

The Romad spies then returned to the hill and gave them the news and location where the enemy was.

"Well done." Macnamara said.

"What should we do now, sir?" The spy asked.

"Give these bastards hell." Macnamara said as the men ran up the hill.

When Saderan Army got within eyesight of Dalmus Hill they charged toward the hill.

.50cal snipers opened up taking out the officers of the imperial army, tanks fired their loads on to the ranks of the enemy killing hundreds at a time due the imperial army being bundle up to each other, thousands of men were slaughtered in the first few minutes, but they still came thinking that they can win through sheer numbers.

Which it was a MASSIVE mistake.

As artillery fired like a musical soap opera or Tchaikovsky 1812 Overture song as each artillery has a unique sound when fired creating an eerie music of death, only to be interrupted by the screams and cries of man and beast.

Some artillery shells and tank shells loaded modified Grapeshot shells at the ranks.

CH-47 Chinooks and CH-53E Super Stallions commits mini-nuke runs on the enemy killing thousands more on the ground of Dalmus Hill became piled with corpses, but the imperial army still march forward thinking they can still win as they thought just a little more.

It will be over.

Wyverns swoop down from the sky in hundreds but laser and 20mm anti-aircraft guns took them down without effort. Every shot was killing an imperial wyvern and their riders making them crush onto hard unforgiving ground below. The wyverns fall from the sky like leaves in autumn, in the span of an hour destroying the entire imperial army air corps.

Imperials who survived the initial artillery strikes were soon shot or blown up by more artillery pieces. When the 800m mark is crossed Anthony ordered the men to fire their machine guns, assault rifles, laser rifles, railguns, mortars, and everything they have to the enemy to reap the lives of the enemy.

On cue, thousands of rifles, lasers, railguns opened fired in a canopy of fire. The smell of burning sulfur can be felt in the air, bullet casings were being expended in the thousands, .50cals and 7.62 x 51mm tore apart men causing some imperial legions to simply disappear as thousands of bullets hit them with a force of 14,000 and 20,000 joules simply shredding them apart.

Many Saderan men cried out only for Fallout North American(FNA) troops aim their assault rifles and LMGs at them and shooting them again silencing them to Lady Death's sweet embrace.

Bullets wheeze past the imperialist while most of them found their mark as thousands fall to the storm of hot lead and burning laser.

"Reloading!" David shouted as he reloaded his M195 carbine rifle. When his rifle is loaded, he smiled and fire his rifle at Saderan troops. The 5.56x45mm NATO rounds tore through the Saderan troops killing even more Saderan troops.

"Load the Nova 7 gas shells now! We got the Saderans in the kill zone!" Tom shouted and on cue chemical munitions were fired the gas shell hit in the middle of a formation spreading the lethal greenish gas away to the imperial troops causing many of them to choke on the spot blocking the advance of the army creating a mini jam on the highway making a cluster of bodies.

Fallout american troops saw this and took advantage of it by putting on gas masks and fixing bayonets on their assault rifles, LMGs, laser LMGs, plasma rifles and fired/charged on the horde of mass of men stuck on the base of Dalmus Hill maiming thousands more.

"Twisted Hairs Air Force will be conducting a firebombing run on the entire area around Dalmus Hill! With these imperialist and after that, there will be another chemical shelling to increase the death toll!" Chris shouted as he fired his YCS/186 Gauss Rifle at the enemy troops. He saw a imperial troop hiding in a bomb crater holding his hands around his head.

Chris watched from the scope that imperial was shellshock. Chris aimed and fired. A blue beam came out of his rifle and hit the imperial soldier.

He looked through the scope again and saw that the imperial soldier was gone, only his melted remains was there. He almost felt sorry for him. Alas, the imperial had to die. He can't be allowed to live.

He then saw another imperial troops trying to escape the slaughter but Chris took him down with his rifle.

He then see someone with green hair being blasted 10 feet into the sky.

-Myuute Luna Sires POV

"What is going on? We have not scored a single enemy kill I can safely say more than 200 thousand troops has been killed, at this rate the 1 million Saderan troops will all be killed-wait what is that? An iron dragon flying high in the heavens? What is it dropping?" Immediately I widen my eyes in sight huge swaths of flame were created as if it was like the Flame Dragons were breathing fire on the imperial troops, but much hotter.

Imperial troops were turned to crisp. The worst is yet to come as I saw projectiles that impact the imperial army did not explode instead it causes one skin to melt off their faces and melted them off like a wax of candle.

I tried to use my wind magic but it proved no match for the otherworlder godlike weapons. I then saw a projectile impacting a few feet away from me! Before the impact I conjured a magical shield to shield myself but the blast tore through my magic like a hot knife.

I was flung in the air like a ragdoll as I saw my life flash before very eyes and as I landed near one the trenches were I see a otherworlder with a weapon pointed at me.

But before he looked to kill me a woman with a flag that had a Yellow figure, white stars and a white background, a Red cross, angels with swords, and the purple stopping him and approaching me.

I couldn't hear her as my vision went dark.

-With Zorzal

Zorzal saw the destruction FNA wreck upon his army, but due to his arrogant attitude he ordered the rest of the imperial troops to rush the hill. This would make the area of the kill zone to overflow with the enemy making FNA's job of destroying his army much easier.

Dalmus Hill looked like a scene of the underworld. The one lush grass that dominated the hill is now shell craters, bullets casings, and dead bodies as artillery rain down from the sky like rain blasting earth and rock into sky with firebombing conducted by air forces, chemical munitions fired at imperial forces, assault rifles, lasers, miniguns, Heavy machine guns, gauss rifles, mortar shells fired, tanks fired their cannons, creating a song of death.

As twisted it is, FNA forces fired their weapons in sync reaping the souls of countless men, like a musical note in a song each. Making the kill zone into a hurricane of death. Many imperial troops went crazy and begin to kill their own officers while shouting, "Armageddon is here!"

As the last of the imperial is mowed down by FNA forces. The troops advanced out of their trenches and begin to overrun imperial camps killing them without giving them a chance to surrender as sometimes the Enclave just called a gas round on imperial camps killing all the inhabitants.

"Is that Zorzal?" Jan said to the UH-60 Black Hawk pilot.

"Most likely." The pilot said as Jan can tell.

"Get me down there I want to play with him." Jan spoke with a evil grin on his face as he took off his helmet.

If Zorzal thinks he can terrify the 15 tribes to submission, he has no idea the monsters of that is the people of the 15 tribes. A nation that Zorzal is in a for rude awakening.

Zorzal could not believe it. The army of 1 million is reduced to a force of less than a 100 men. Zorzal then shouted, "This is not the end!! We shall have our revenge otherworlders! You are lucky you won, but let me tell you all that I am crown prince Zorzal El Caesar! Son of Emperor Molt Sol Augustus! I am the chosen one by the Gods! I can never be defeated!"

Zorzal then sound the retreat order. Just then Zorzal looked up and saw the flying beast the otherworlders controlled. Without warning this flying begin to blast his troops with a volley of light that Zorzal could not describe, but he felt it's heat. By the gods it was hot!

Zorzal then saw only less than 20 of his men survived with Herm at his side on his knees as an artillery shell exploded near Herm, but luckily he was far enough so he received minor a cut on his face.

Jan then jumped out of the helicopter and said, "Are you crown prince Zorzal?"

Zorzal then responded at the MJOLNIR Power Armor Slavonian Special Warfare Division man, "I am, you savages! I am crown prince Zorzal El Caesar! The chosen ruler of ruler of Sadera by the Gods of Sadera!"

Jan just smiled and cracked his neck, "Let's play a game shall we." A wicked grin formed on his face.