Christs own Legion
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| Flag of Christs own Legion | |
| Motto: We shall purge the unbalivers | |
| Region | The pacific |
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| Capital | Ti’kan |
| Official Language(s) | Language(s) Vietnamise, English |
| Leader | Mathew, the 4th prophet |
| Population | Unknown |
| Currency | Bartering |
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The people of COL have been constantly at war since the nation's conception, first to defeat the French colonists who had taken their land, then against the Americans who had tried to force capitalism upon them and last for their independence from the Vietnamese.
The land is a battleground, covered in jungle with just one major city, Ti’kan and a few scattered towns. Small jungle villages exist but they arn't mapped and nobody but the tribesmen knew where they are. There are few roads, one airport, a tiny stretch of heavily guarded coast and that was it.
It is estimated that about 150,000 mines lie off that one stretch of coast, relics of the 2nd world war, the French, the Americans and the Vietnamese attempts to subdue the Legionnares, so many that you needed a local to pilot you through that deadly maze.
You could say that aerial assault was impossible to, as the Americans had found out before, miles of forest, strewn with mines, wild animals and angry tribesman are not the most appetizing places to carry out a parachute drop onto, and heavy losses would be taken if you tried to land on the city or the airport.
The airport-the only one in this small country was just a single stripe of cracked and rutted tarmac and a couple of shacks, only two planes flew there, a DC-10 supply plane and the Prophets jet.
As for the city, will it was called a city because it had slightly more buildings than anywhere else and a population of about 10,000, several times the size of anywhere else. Its people could quickly vanish into the surrounding woodland.
A country this size may only have a small military budget, no planes, no ships, the few meger resources it has go into mines for it’s solitary beach, that is now so heavily mined that people can’t go a few feet without stepping on one. And who needs guns where a bow and arrow are quicker, quieter and more effective in dense woodland. Some people have guns of course, taken from the French and Americans, and one or two might have a heavier weapon, a bazooka or a Rocket Launcher.
So that was Christs Own Legion, a heavily jungled small strip of land with hundreds of languages spoken and hundreds of tribes of people. Most of these tribes have stopped killing each other now, luckily, and most have small radios so they know there at war. And the ones that don’t have probably lost track who there at war with.
Only about 1% of the people of Christs Own Elgion can read and write, after all, do you need to know how to read when you live in the jungle, indeed, there is only one school in the whole country.
The Econermy is none existant, the only source of income the valuable minerals that are hidded beneath the jungle floor, and the huge reserves of unexploited oil, making the nation a tempting target for invaders.
