August 2, I join the frontline in the Clahstra hex with high moral. We’re currently on the backfoot but I have hope as Clahstra is the best performing front positioned the furthest into enemy territory compared to every other hex. We’re holding strong fending off attacks from Colonials who continue to push infantry across Treasury bridge. Multiple times they gain a foothold only to be fended back.
August 3, Our condition worsens as the Colonials employ a tank squadron capturing the entirety of our western flank increasing infantry flow from Treasury bridge leading us to lose land. I join up with a squadron of 8 light tanks taking advantage of nightfall and the enemies subsequent temporary retreat with a surprise attack. But this does little to help as our assault utterly fails with our tanks being rapidly torn apart by AT weaponry. We lose every tank only destroying one of theirs.
August 4, they have now captured the entirety of the shore surrounding the bridge as they continue to push northward. Our eastern town of Third Chapter holds strong with infantry and occasional armor but the West town called The Vault falls lacking in both regards but is luckily untouched by Colonials. Scavengers and Night raids are abundant from the Western town as flamers are put to enemy defenses from its few fighters but this is quickly stopped. Upon the Colonials realization of our deplorable state, they shell the West position for thirty minutes before armor and infantry push into the city with our destroyed defenses and under garrisoned force doing little to stop their advance.
August 5, Winter begins to set in as the eastern town of Third Chapter continues to barely hold with the colonials converging from the east, south, and west pummeling the last Warden defense of Clahstra with never ending air raids as bombs and snowflakes land onto the final Warden bunkers. Our few remaining factories are destroyed in the process leading to the last supplier being far back in our northern hex of the Weathered Expanse. Supplies begin to stretch short as rifles begin to outnumber bullets. Little stands against the onslaught costing us the final town losing the hex.
August 6, Winter storms begin to rage as the final Wardens fight tooth and nail preserving the last foothold. Boarder bunkers continue to be supplied sparking what little fight can happen. In the beginning we held strong ruling the night building trench lines to face their fortresses but once the beehive was poked to hard the Colonial armored squadron was once again deployed squashing the remaining troops in the winter storm causing our boarder bunkers to turn into rubble, crushing the final Warden defenses to Clahstra. and forcing the remaining men to retreat into the Weathered expanse in our futile hope of bolstering their garrison to cease the Colonials northward march.
