A/N: To the one (ONE) person who reviewed last chapter: I thank you, and your input is appreciated (However, Welkin didn't whack any German Soldiers with any Fencepost. A German knocked Alicia off her feet with his Karbiner, but no lumpy German heads... Not until North Africa, at least).

To the remainder of you: Give input! Tell me what needs fixing or clarification.

No Russians were harmed in the making of this chapter. Gallians? Yeah. Germans? Duh. Imperials? You Betcha. The Occasional Brit? Probably. But no Russians.

------September 15th, 1939------

"Lieutenant, Here's an empty tank!"

The Lieutenant looked into the Garage. Seemed that his small group, Mechanized Group 7 (aside: fully intentional), had stumbled cross what appeared to be an experimental Gallian tank.

"The Edelweiss... so the rumors were true. Is it in working order?"

"Yes, Lieutenant. Not a drop of petrol in the tank, though."

"Use the petrol from my Armored Car. Using this will provide way more of an anti-armor punch than our Panzer II and that Czech tank. Get a crew into it, and the radio, too!"

"Yes, Lieutenant!" shouted one of the soldiers inspecting the tank.

The Lieutenant turned away from the Edelweiss, back to the soon-to-be-abandon Armored Car. He banged his hand against the armor.

"Get the Radio out of there. We found a new vehicle. Let's test it for the Gallians, shall we?"

The Lieutenant heard a sound from behind him, and quickly whipped around to see a flash of red and blue. He pointed for two submachine gunners and a rifleman to investigate.

The trio of soldiers went in the direction of the flash, guns at the ready. They turned a corner around a house, and were met with a familiar face.

"You again?"

She gave no response.

"Miss Melchiott, I'm starting to think you're picking on us. Come on, lets..."

They turned to lead Alicia back to the Lieutenant, but were met with about four more Gallians militia members.

"Son of a bit..." the Rifleman began. He was interrupted by gunfire.

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"Lieutenant, she still works!" One of the tank crewmen shouted down from the driver's hatch. "Get in, we'll see how smoothly she runs!"

A rapid succession of bangs was heard. They were all wrong for German-made weapons.

"Damn... Gallians! We'll see how well she fights, too!"

"Lieutenant, what will we do if we encounter friendly forces? They'll fire on us like the would the Gallians!"

"Get the flag out of the Czech tank, and put it on the antenna. That should be identifiable enough."

---Meanwhile, about a hundred meters away---

Alicia was fully aware that they were in earshot of German troops, made all the worse by speaking the same language. She could see a German machine gunner placing a belt of ammo into his gun from around the corner. From this distance, she could be sniped by such a weapon.

The gunner opened fire, his MG34 making the commonly heard tat-tat-tat sound that Gallians had come to fear. The sound of the gunner brought the attention of a Panzer I, and she, nor any of her squad mates, had any anti-armor weapons. The best they could do was to chuck grenades at the small tank as it rolled towards them.

"Get your grenades ready..." she ordered. The five of them prepared to pull the fuse on the light explosives, and they could probably take the Panzer I out. It was the Panzer 38(t) and its 37mm gun that bothered her, along with the Panzer II's 20mm gun. Even if they were light tanks, they were tanks none the less.

The Panzer I rolled toward the Gallians. It came to the corner, the turret turned, and the driver shouted an old swear word we probably all know, pertaining to fecal matter. The tank's commander scrambled to get out of the tank, but the small vehicle was blown forty meters upwards by a pair of Gallian hand grenades before he could get off.

A quick sigh of relief, though it was quickly replaced with a scream of terror. The remaining Panzers were rolling up the road, as the 20 and 37mm guns fixated on the house Alicia's squad hid behind. Behind the Panzers, a large Gallian vehicle rolled out of a Garage.

A shocktrooper, with gray hair tied into two pigtails, pointed and said, "Look, one of our guys!"

Alicia turned and ran. Her squad saw too late, the blood red flag that flew on the tank's antenna. It's large antitank gun had fixed on them, as a HE round was fired from the tank's cannon.

The last sound they had made was a shriek of terror as the Edelweiss's cannon thundered. Alicia ran as fast as her legs could take her, dropping bits of her armor to run faster. The Panzers, and the Edelweiss, did not pursue, turning instead, back to the front lines. Instead, a Krubelwagen, laden with a five man squad of Riflemen and Submachine gunners, gave chase.

Alicia dove for a bush, hoping that the car would just pass her. Unfortunately for her, Blue and Red was easy to see amongst green foliage. They pulled over and surrounded the bush.

"Come out with your hands up!"

No response. A rifleman tossed a Stick grenade into the bush after giving a quick warning. It exploded, but no people pieces flew out. The soldiers found that the bush could be moved, revealing a trap door. They went down into the trap door, into the crude tunnels below. The five of them turned a corner and were meet by a Gallian woman with a strange smile on her face...

And a flamethrower in her hands. The Gallian found out that ignited Germans made a delightful sound as they burned, a mixture of screaming and shouting.

---Meanwhile, the Edelweiss, forty Kilometers up the road---

Lieutenant Hans Von Groebel found that the ride in the Edelweiss was surprisingly smooth. While he saw the Panzers II and 38(t) bouncing along with every bump and nick in the road, he road in comparative luxury in the Gallian tank.

"Lieutenant, can we please stop and rest? We haven't gotten out of this wretched machine since we lost Junge."

"Alright. I was planning to let you guys take a break soon anyway, but I doubt Rommel would mind if we stopped early. Stop the engine."

The three tanks, and the following trucks pulled off the road, and stopped. The resulting scramble of men who probably figured they should have took a break ten kilometers ago dashed out of the vehicles, and to the nearest bush.

"Ok then." Hans said as he ducked back inside the tank. He knew quite well, long before the Internet, that what has been seen, cannot be unseen. But it can be forgotten.