A Polish aviator can fly even on a barn door - Anonim
15 April 1640 C.C.Y/1975 P.C
Kingdom of Altaras
Temporary 78th Tactical Air Base at Le Brias Royal Airfield.
14:07
Jen Robitet quietly performed his duties in the flight control center which, courtesy of the Poles, had been significantly modernized so that it bore little resemblance to the old tower erected by Mu.
He was one of the few members of the Altaras Army, or more precisely the newly formed Air Force, who actively cooperated with the Polish Army in its operations.
Altaras pilots, despite the harsh training regime, were still insufficiently trained in the opinion of their new allies.
He didn't disagree with that statement, especially after he had a chance to look into the cockpit of one of those jet training machines the Poles call "Iskra". A complicated damn thing, that's what!
He was much more fond of the slower but safer and easier to fly propeller "Bies"
Only one thing puzzles him: what is the point of all these letters and numbers in every official name of the vehicle if they are called differently by everyone anyway, like for example MiG-21 which for a long time was incomprehensibly called "Pencil".
That was until he got his hands on a pencil when they exchanged all those cumbersome pens for pens, fountain pens and pencils. Then he understood the nickname.
"Pretty funny those nicknames the Poles gave those Migs of theirs right Lugo?" He said to his colleague sitting attentively over the radar. Unfortunately, he didn't react because he kept staring at the radar and every few seconds he tapped the device with his finger.
"What the hell is wrong with this equipment!" He muttered to himself under his breath with Lugo's anger at the obviously faulty equipment.
"Something wrong Lugo?" Asked Jen louder and seeing no response tapped him on the shoulder.
"What?" Growled Lugo to him.
"I'm asking you what happened." Replied Jen anxiously, it was rare for his friend to get angry.
"This thing must have screwed up, it shows and disappears one dot only for a moment as if it discovered an object, only to realize later that it was a mistake. Something must have gone wrong with the electronics." Lugo replied and then began to check the device.
"I guess that's more of a job for a technician?" Replied Jen raising an eyebrow at the unusual repair technique of banging on the radar in various places and seeing if the problem went away.
"I guess so, can you call him?" Replied Lugo after a long moment seeing that it would do nothing.
"Sure." After which Jen went to fetch the specialist Ensign Daniel Sznajder assigned to the unit on loan from the Poles. He found him after a long search downstairs where he was explaining something to a couple of Altaras soldiers while smoking a cigarette.
"Ensign Sznajder, may I interrupt you? The matter is for you." He asked in between sentences in a conversation interrupted by some technological gibberish he didn't understand.
"You already did." He said jokingly to him then added. "Okay what's the matter, that weird Japanese coffee maker broke down again?" Jen squirmed remembering the incident from a week ago.
"That's not the point, something happened to Radar." Replied Jen calmly.
Sznajder immediately turned serious as if on command. "What happened?"
Jen raised her hands "I don't know, Lugo says some asshole dot showed up on the radar." Then after a moment he added remembering something. "It's weird anyway, it just keeps popping up and disappearing in different places like the radar's finding something and then realizing it's not there."
Sznajder was thinking as if something troubled him, then he started muttering under his breath and Jen, using his poor knowledge of Polish, caught only the plane, Japanese, sneaking and impossible.
"Maybe you should check it yourself, Ensign." Said Jen to him interrupting Sznajder's mumbling.
The man lifted his head to nod it in agreement after a moment. "You're right." After which he turned back to his previous interlocutors. "You'll have to excuse me gentlemen, we'll talk about this later."
They then hurried back to the tower where Lugo was immersed in conversation with the commander.
"Major I say you need to check it out." Lugo said frantically.
"I know but I'd rather have a specialist check the equipment first before we pick up Polish fighters. The Parpaldians have no, I repeat no technology to send us anything, and I'm not worried about the Japanese, they have their own problems." Replied Major Pabrom Doz calmly, one of the few soldiers in Altaras who had experience with aircraft before meeting the Poles.
He then turned to the new arrivals "Oh there's Citizen Ensign, go check on what happened."
Sznajder nodded and then got down to work. The Altarans watched in silence as the warrant officer first examined all the equipment and then uncovered the guts of the machine hidden behind a sheet of metal.
For Jen it was a spectacle identical to watching itinerant magicians perform their magic in his hometown when he was young. Although he knew there was no magic in it, just technique, he still felt like he was watching his favorite childhood tricks with magic light.
Maestro Lukini who as a child came to Altaras from faraway Parpaldia at a time when everything seemed simple and familiar. He still remembers his shows with animals. The beautiful pipes and his light painting.
And all those lights and controls reminded him of those games, and once he had the chance to take part in it himself, he would never forget it.
He was brought back to reality by Pole voice. "Everything looks good, you can seriously see it find something every now and then." He glanced at Pole, who while saying this was looking at the radar screen with concern as the dot slowly approached them.
Etrelazon by the sea
About 89 km to Le Brias
14:57
Iacomus Poteras was content to speed an ancient fighter across the sky to fulfill his vengeance, for his country and for his son. His son was one of the mages who enlisted after the Polish invasion.
He had pretty good combat and support credentials so he had the opportunity to take part in their counteroffensive right away. Unfortunately, since their army crossed the river he had not been in contact with him.
Until when he came back, or rather what was left of him. He didn't die of what he didn't. But he was kind of empty when you wanted to talk to him, in the few days since he came back there hasn't been a single night without him screaming.
And the wounds he sustained, well. The medical service of the Imperial Army can do a lot, but even they cannot heal lost limbs if there is nothing to connect them. As far as he knew, he was very lucky because he suffered those wounds in battle by accidentally taking a missile intended for the land dragon behind him.
Only the magical protective devices he had saved him from death and they cost a fortune because they are rare, especially the ones his son Henricus had because they were the work of HME craftsmen.
Therefore, when Dumbliidor offered him the opportunity to test the machine under more combat conditions, he decided to take it.
Unfortunately one of the lights came on when he flew over and left the ruined capital behind. Apparently something had been overlooked while the machine was being repaired to working order, but it was nothing important, just the cloaking systems working at lower power revealing the plane from time to time.
Fortunately the system had shielded him over Parpaldia and now it didn't matter because what could the Altarans do to him? Of course, the Director had told him that surely the Poles had their non-magical sensors on the island, but he doubted they would be enough to penetrate the partially working veil.
And even if they do, what can they do to him?
1 Puck Air Squadron
Squadron A "Indian"
MiG-23bis
The three Migs key was firing at full power, cutting through the air with ease and breaking through the sound barrier to intercept the unknown contact.
They were the first planes that were fortunately well-prepared enough to get into the air very quickly, while the other planes were still being prepared to get into the air, but it was assumed that a key of three fighters should be enough to take care of the contact.
Lieutenant Andrzej Borewicz, on the other hand, felt insecure leading his subordinates. An unknown object that was speeding at least twice as fast as his plane. Well, it was disturbing.
Of course he believed in and his men could handle it, but the lack of clear information about the contact played uncertain notes in his soul. Other than speed and the fact that the target can hide they know nothing.
Therefore, just in case, they had the latest R-13M air-to-air missiles, captured from the Soviets. And without playing around too much, he had his radar on to spot the target faster.
And as if on cue, Radar detected a new object for a moment.
"Base here Leader A, we have detected an object, approaching to intercept." He said calmly silencing his doubts.
"Leader A here Base, understood, you have permission to shoot down, Japan has confirmed that there are no machines in the area." A deep voice came through the headphones in his helmet, despite himself causing concern to run through his head. If it's not them, then what is it?
"Roger Base Out." He said and then changed the channel to the one used for his key.
"Leader to the wings, how do you hear me?" He asked quickly interrupting the intense discussion they both started before taking off wondering what the object was.
"Loud and clear Leader." His wingmen replied, though there was an audible note of displeasure at the interruption of the discussion.
"Okay, Wąski you fly with me on my left, we will approach the target to identify it." Instructed the Lieutenant.
A short "Yes, sir!" Wąski's was the answer.
"Kowalski, your job will be to wait from a distance and if the target starts running away or making any other strange movements you are to send him down." Said Borewicz and began counting down in his head the time until the anticipated response.
"Understood, Lieutenant!" Kowalski replied extremely cheerfully, while Borewicz imagined his smiling and sadistic face.
Kowalski was very annoyed by the fact that he did not get a chance to test his piloting skills and shoot down anything. He missed the duck shooting festival a few weeks ago and was extremely angry about it.
Well, the disease doesn't choose. And Borewicz wanted the hotheaded boy to be away from the action but ready to unleash a small armageddon on command. Well, each of them carried as many as six R-13Ms, making a total of 18.
Firepower enough to shoot down almost half a squadron. Or at least according to what the Poles consider a squadron.
Someone will say exaggeration, but here they prefer to blow cold.
Any further concerns were hidden when he saw the plane from a distance.
"Wąski here Leader, follow me!" Said Borewicz and fired the afterburner crossing the sound barrier twice. His wingman flew right behind him and Kowalski stayed behind ready to hit the enemy at any moment.
Fortunately, the sky was relatively clear and there were few clouds. So they easily began to recognize the target.
"I don't like the look of it Leader" Wąski said with concern. And there was something to be afraid of, the machine looks like one of the American F-22 or F-35 (but neither of which the 7th Fleet has, thankfully).
It should be noted that on the entire machine one could see some strange symbols and signs that looked like the fruit of forced coexistence (more popularly called rape) between Nordic runes and Aegis hieroglyphs from which a monster unloved by anyone was born.
"No known markings, though that doesn't mean much, well except maybe that some narcissistic Parpaldian hasn't given the last word." Mumbled Borewicz to himself.
"Or it's someone else not wishing peace between us and them, certainly not Japan or anyone from the Seventh Fleet, that plane looks too foreign to me despite its familiar appearance." Wąski said.
"Right, now wait." And as they approached quietly they began to see more and more like the fact that the machine was somewhat transparent and the pilot could not be seen through the glass because it was too dark to see anything.
"Wąski fly to his left but behind him and I'll try to level the flight." Said Borewicz informally despite the radio protocol.
"Roger Leader." Then both Migs started to turn sharply, as far as construction allowed. It was not easy, since the 21 was rather an airplane gaining speed very quickly on the straight road, but when they started to turn it slowed down sharply because the design of the wings placed sharply at a slant, making it look like an arrow from below, was not conducive to maneuvering, but it was not too much of a problem as planned.
The MiG-21 was primarily an interceptor fighter, it was to get to the battlefield quickly and shoot down the target, air combat was not envisioned much. This also gave rise to the Polish nickname pencil, because apart from its bow looking like it, if the machine loses its engines it has the same ability to change flight as any pencil.
That's why the necessity of reconnaissance irritated Borewicz, because it exposed him to being shot down, instead of treating the enemy with fire right away and not taking any foolish risks. But an order is sacred and must be obeyed.
The Parpadian Machine
43 km to Altaras Coast
Icomus Potterus looked curiously at the Polish machines that began to turn back, he had detected them long ago but his curiosity allowed them to approach even though the ancient simulator he used to train himself in the use of this machine recommended shooting down the enemy right away.
The Polish planes were extremely clumsy in their appearance, with a sharp beak going inside the machine. Under the wings they carried what looked to him like rockets, three per wing.
"Primitive." Potterus muttered in nothing like the streamlined RE planes and their enemies he had seen in the simulator. Of course this plane he was flying was far from perfect, in the simulator he had been using for many months as part of Parpaldia's secret project he had seen what this machine should be able to do.
Unfortunately, the wreckage of this machine found in the middle of nowhere where it was a mere hill was devoid of almost all weaponry. Of course, the discovery of such a machine was guarded in the utmost secrecy, this guy was sternly paid for his silence.
If HME found out about the existence of this vehicle would immediately demand its return by threatening war. In their view, only a highly developed civilization such as they have rights to the remains of the technology of the Ancient Empire of Warlocks to protect lower peoples from the dangers of this technology.
It's a nice line hiding just a simple fear that someone might surpass them, as Mu began to match them they immediately unleashed a great civilization war the first of four seeking to pacify them when Mu discovered the remains of an ancient magitech some centuries ago.
A war that Mu lost sorely and being the beginning of the Leifor uprising as a balance to them.
A war that didn't need to be fought because Muans can't use magic, but the mere threat that they might get something out of it for their science provoked HME to attack.
Wars which erupted at least once every century because of the enormous destruction that they brought to the warring parties.
The warning that came from these events was clear, no one disputes HME's right to old technology. Therefore, each country did its best to keep its discoveries as secret as possible, unless it was an underling of HME like Leifor, who as long as it listened to HME could do whatever it wanted in the other zone.
Back to the plane, unfortunately those who repaired the plane were able to open up a maximum of 20% of the plane's power, and to achieve this they had to use a lot of magic stones and inject Potterus with special drugs to increase the amount of mana he could use.
Even so, the machine did not perform equally well everywhere, the engines operated below their capabilities, camouflage was failing, and the only weapons available were death lances because there was no way to open the original guided missiles and cartridges for the cannon in the cockpit of the Parpaldia technology. And the cartridges used by HME did not match the caliber of those used in this aircraft.
Another matter is that the machine they used was commonly known as an inefficient copy of something mass-produced. But even though it was an inefficient copy it still remained a dangerous fighter for everyone.
Unfortunately there was one weapon still active and deadly. The Parpaldians had coined the name Lance of Death for them. Although it was easy to miss because it only went in a straight line, but in return it hit the target very quickly.
So Potterus unlocked his gun and looked calmly to the right looking at the pilot in the machine next to him. Unlike his machine, the Polish pilot was clearly visible.
He noticed that he started making gestures to him as if he wanted to talk. Seeing no problem with that he decided to have a little fun before shooting these fools down. Just for the hell of it approaching.
He fired up the radio and on a slow channel in a thick voice said, "What do you want, Polish punk?" He saw the reaction as the man froze in his machine. "Excuse me can you repeat that?" He replied in eminently broken Parpadian.
He smiled mischievously "I asked what do you want polish peasant?" He said each word very slowly as if to a retard.
Lieutenant Borewicz scowled. "Fuck," he muttered to himself. He understood little of it but guessed she was asking him hubristically what he wanted. Hell I should have put more effort into learning this shit. But fuck, now we know what kind of Parpaldian he is now it's time to find out what the fuck he came here for.
"He wants to know why you are here, we have a truce!" He said slowly to the co-pilot while in the meantime he counted the time in his head until entering the fire zone of ORP Warszawa waiting below.
He heard a muttering and could already see in his mind's eye some guy with a black goatee scratching his beard.
After a long while he got the same contemptuous reply, "After vengeance for my son the Polish mongrel, and a truce with such monsters is like with a demon lord, it does not exist!" The ending was eminently sharp in the tone with which he said it.
Before Borewicz could fully translate what he said the enemy suddenly shot up.
"Wąski already! Kill the fucker before he fucks up!" Shouted the Lieutenant forgetting the fact that his subordinate could not hear him. Fortunately, Wąski was still alert, and as soon as the enemy plane lifted off, he fired a missile that quickly went into the target.
What neither Potterus nor any of the Parpaldians knew because no one had fully checked the cloaking spell on the machine was that it had partially worn off and was only limited to protection against radar and partially against human and non-human sight, to make things even funnier restoring the full power of the spell was within their capabilities and to make matters worse they had planned to do so but because of the massive repairs to be done they completely forgot about it!
Therefore, the infrared guided R-13M easily found its target and caught it. A not inconsiderable explosion engulfed the target.
"O Kurwa! I got him!" Shouted Wąski gleefully. He was surprised at the ease with which he caught his first plane.
"Just don't shit yourself with happiness Wąski." He heard Kowalski complain.
"Gentlemen I hate to spoil the fun but he's alive!" Said their shocked commander.
Wąski's jaw dropped as the enemy continued flying upwards as if nothing had happened. Then he growled and chased after him. Meanwhile Kowalski fired his three rockets at the enemy plane. He did not want to be indebted, but added two more.
Meanwhile, Borewicz reported "Base, this is Leader A, the enemy was hit by an erka but survived! Over."
After a moment that seemed like an eternity in which Borewicz saw bullets hit the target without doing anything to him, the radio shouted again, "Leader, this is Base, can you repeat that?"
Unfortunately, at that moment he could not, because the opponent made a U-turn and headed straight for him while gracefully dodging Wąski shooting at Wąski for a moment. For a moment he thought he had missed.
Unfortunately, he saw with horror how the right wing suddenly broke away from the plane. He switched the channel for a moment to hear, fortunately, only a stream of vulgarities from Wąski instead of the expected screams of panic. Unfortunately, he could not wait, so he quickly fired the afterburner, accelerating sharply and thus avoiding the Parpaldian diving towards him,
After that he returned to the communication channel with the Base. He heard the question repeated and then answered.
"Base here Leader, the enemy took on a barrage of a couple of AA missiles then made a sharp overturn and shot down Wąski and tried to shoot me down. Over" He then saw Kowalski fire another series of three missiles.
This time the success was less because only one hit, the other two apparently screwed up because their replacements flew straight ahead before exploding a few kilometers above the water.
"Roger Leader A, proceed to Plan B Over," Borewicz heard.
"Understood Base, Out" He then switched to his channel "Kowalski, change plan to B, understood?"
After a long moment he heard a marker "Understood Citizen Lieutenant." Next Borewicz moved toward the enemy to force him to command where he wanted him to be. Out of the corner of his eye, however, he caught a glimpse of Mig Wąski crashing into the water and himself on a parachute.
"A nice cold bath awaits Wąski." He muttered to himself.
Apparently I underestimated them. Potterus thought, then coughed up blood staining his breathing apparatus from the left side, he could taste the metallic taste of his own blood and smell it.
Keeping the shields functioning while maneuvering sharply was costing him a lot. He could clearly feel his body rebelling against going beyond his limits despite the large number of enhancers he had taken.
Including those that reduce pain to the point where he should normally be dull to everything and only the constant consumption of mana by the plane de facto wakes him up so that he feels no difference from a normal day.
He shook his head and ignored the pain and then looked at his helmet's HUD. He wrinkled his forehead seeing how the shield was at a minimal level. A very low level. Two or three more hits like this and the shields are gone if I don't regenerate them quickly. Unfortunately
He then looked at the enemy markers, it was one of those rare things that still worked despite the passage of many millennia. He then turned on his spatial projection to see where they were.
The one that fired as I can see everything he had is doing a huge recoil and I think he is trying to chase me to the other one which has not fired at me once. He shook his head and said he could not be chased that easily. He quickly looked for a possible loophole and found it.
It was obviously closer to Altaras than he would have liked right now, but if he succeeded he would do that sharp U-turn once again and smash the bastard that was packing at him again and again.
As he thought and did, he moved the rudder sharply to the left in a tight curve and then gave it maximum power and started ahead.
The annoyed pursuer seeing how fast it was moving away from him immediately as soon as it corrected its flight path again to a cut ineffectually fired a scare shot. The bullets flew thickly behind Potterus' plane.
He didn't even notice it when he heard the beeping in his ears again about being targeted and more bullets flying at him. A quick glance at the spatial projection and so he could see two red triangular markers released at vast distances.
He immediately threw himself sharply to the right towards the water with a sharp dive to get up about 350 kilometers above it after half a minute. He straightened his flight and watched with satisfaction on the projection as his enemies tried to turn towards him again and the shells exploded after they failed to change course.
This is how we can have fun! He thought and then made a sudden 180-degree turn and went to shoot down one of the pursuers.
His enemy also quickly picked up and moved on him in an attack, the rocketman fired another three missiles this time and the one without tried to chase him into their flight path.
Potterus only smiled mockingly then using the magitor he smashed two of the three bullets through the sight. The third one hit him and he felt another shudder. He then swept past his enemies with great speed, flying between them.
"Fuck!" Potterus cursed hissily in his mind, his mouth unable to use for some unexplained reason.
As if on cue through his helmet speakers, he heard a female voice in the ancient language of the sorcerer empire. "Attention Shields have been deactivated, beginning regeneration procedure." After which he felt a strong sting and jerk.
Damn, it should have come out differently! Cursing himself for his bravado he turned right upwards. After which he began to turn upside down and dive.
Without waiting as soon as they reached the required range he fired at the rocket ship.
Kowalski shuddered as soon as he heard the loud "Kur..." of his commander before his plane disappeared in an explosion. The fucker got lucky and hit a bullet under the wing.
He growled angrily and pulled the rudder down hard, lifting the Mig up. Aiming blindly and intuitively, because the radar only showed the enemy's position at longer intervals, he opened fire.
Whether he was a good shot or maybe he was lucky or some divine providence was watching over him that day, he did not know. But he knew one thing, he was thankful that he succeeded then. A considerable series from the cannon went through and probably almost all of it hit the target.
What exactly he had damaged he did not know when he flew past it, but when he managed to turn the plane so as to be able to see the enemy he could see that the enemy was clumsily trying to get up, heading straight for the destroyer below.
ORP Warszawa
38 km north of the coast of Altaras
The crew had been waiting in combat readiness for half an hour since the battle alarm was raised. Their task was simple: they were the last line of defense because there was no air defense at Le Brias airfield.
The reason was simple: there was no point in bringing such equipment when your enemy had no way of reaching you, so when an unknown contact was detected, she was diverted from the watch she was on to be replaced by ORP Błyskawica, the second of the two destroyers left here, and the other two returned to Poland.
The anti-aircraft launcher operator involuntarily wobbled his feet with excitement. Finally, he had something real to shoot down and not just shooting targets on the firing range.
He was told to wait so he just watched as the slowly enlarging specks on his monitor struggled through the air.
When he saw the last battle and how the enemy got hit so that he flew straight to them, he felt anger and licked his lips.
He began polishing the button responsible for opening fire and as soon as he heard with one ear that he was to fire his thumb pressed it in a split second.
The right M-1 Volna missile flew out of the launcher to a target 17 km away from the ship. After a short moment, the missile hit the aircraft. The operator saw the target get hit. "It got hit! But it's flying on."
"Correct it." His commanding officer said.
The operator nodded and the second shell was fired. He was amazed to see that the target was still intact, but the anti-aircraft fire from the 45 mm caliber quadruple cannon of the ORP Warszawa had not been opened, as the plane flew as if dead.
Smoke could be seen coming from it and the machine itself, although it was more or less whole, was losing some parts. Finally, it flew over Warsaw and crashed into water, but remained in one piece. An artillery observer later commented in his report on the appearance of the machine as follows.
The plane was full of holes, in two places, probably where the M-1 Wołna shells hit, there were holes enough to expose everything that was under the casing of the vehicle. In turn, smoke was coming out of the holes, probably something was burning there, because only the firefighting action, when we lifted the wreck of the plane from the water, removed the rest of the smoke.
The machine itself was huge, easily taking up the entire aft upper deck, and even so, the bow of the plane extended beyond the ship. I was amazed to hear from our deck engineer that the machine could still be repaired, and after a long reflection I agree and add that whoever built the damn thing knew what they were doing.
5 days later
April 20, 2016 J.C/ 1975 P.C/ 1640 C.C.Y.
The State of Japan
After this attempted attack failed, there was some confusion in Tokyo, fearing the negative consequences of this "incident," and Remille was very frightened that this would undermine her peace efforts, and she urgently sent word to find the man responsible, and to present his head to the Poles on a silver platter.
Contrary to the fears of both Japan and Parpaldia, this event in Poland was portrayed as an April accident and a clumsy attack by terrorists trying to break the truce so hard won.
Lieutenant Borewicz killed in action was decorated with Order of Grunwald Cross III Class and given to his widow, he had only two young children both sons.
This resulted from the simple fact that Poland had neither the will to fight further, nor the will to bear the enormous costs of further campaign. Their main goal of hitting Parpaldia so that it would come to the table on its own was achieved and there was no need to continue the war, although there was a bit of convincing Gierek not to hit Parpaldia.
The costs of occupation would have been too great. The People's Republic of Poland is not the Soviet Union.
It is not in the interest of any of the countries in the region to smash Parpaldia to pieces, the chaos this would cause would be hard to deal with, especially Japan wanted to avoid this so as not to remind its citizens of another very destabilized region of the world.
Even the rebels did not wish for the breakup of Parpaldia, but for autonomy (regions long conquered but not fully paralyzed) or independence (regions recently annexed to the Empire).
If this were to happen, the entire region would be plunged into a series of bloody clashes, as in the former Yugoslavia, mainly on ethnic grounds, sometimes over long-forgotten claims, and rarely on religious grounds.
Analysts in Japan predicted that this part of the world would be plunged into de facto chaos for three decades without being able to find adequate markets for a significant number of goods in sufficient quantity to stabilize the economy at an appropriate level.
Therefore, they were very interested in making peace between the warring parties. Fortunately the biggest weak link was Altaras, because in the opinion of the rebels Poland did not fully count, but it was in the Polish interest to satisfy the demands of Altaras to better bind this country to Poland.
So when they more or less agreed on the main points, they announced official peace talks on neutral ground, which is Japan, initially Poland wanted at home or in Altaras but Japan convinced Poland that it will be better if it takes place at their place.
It was to be a kind of self-promotion of Japan in the third zone in order to encourage the purchase of their products, although it is a kind of secret that most of their intermediaries Japanese companies are Poles who in the course of their trade tourism earlier in the Eastern bloc gained great experience in doing business with everyone and selling things from the West among the inhabitants of the Socialist Second World.
If you wanted to know what was fashionable in the West, the easiest way was to get it in Poland or buy it from the Poles who were traveling as tourists, but with a hunger for profit.
You wanted to see the new Star Wars? This is the fastest way to see them in Polish. Looking for a decent leather jacket? Buy it from a Pole who is a "Tourist".
Although many of these "tourists" disappeared with the relocation, those who remained as soon as they got the opportunity started to travel to Japan to look for something that could be sold on the left in Poland, such as Nintendo consoles. Just an example, in short everything that was small and could be bought in large quantities and packed into a suitcase.
Especially those Polish tourists were captivated by the Japanese stores with second-hand stuff in which not once you can find the goods in very good condition sometimes only once running, this is due to the Japanese mentality through which the equipment even if used once is sold much cheaper than it is actually worth because it is ... used.
Such thinking, when confronted with the Polish thinking of Janusz in the thought of catching a bargain and grabbing the bull by the horns, caused many such stores to become empty after one or two visits by such tourists of all goods that could be sold to someone. Sometimes they bought intentionally defective to either repair it often with good results on their own or well death to suckers right?
Later, when the borders of Altaras, Que Toyny or Fenn opened up to them, it didn't take long for Polish "tourists" to come with their goods from People's Poland or Japan. When special economic zones began to be introduced, the trader was one of the exceptions and it was possible to establish such a company normally in the socialist zone without any problem.
There was no need to wait for a huge increase of such companies, which quickly rushed to trade whatever they could. In fact, this was rather a sanction of this so far gray zone of economy, this was done to patch up the problems of provisioning of the greatest system of the world and in theory it would be temporary. Yes sure, we will see how long it will be temporary.
Meanwhile, back to Japan after this very brief explanation. Very brief citizens comrades, isn't it?
As a gesture of goodwill, this meeting was to be attended by the heads of state of both sides of the conflict, i.e. Emperor Ludius with his entourage, First Secretary Edward Gierek with his wife Stanisława and the relevant state personnel and the obligatory agents of the security service and King Altaras
They were to be hosted by both Prime Minister Yomoya and the Emperor of Japan acting as chief mediators.
In addition to them, a whole host of envoys from the Third Zone and the Roderius continent had also arrived to watch the events unfolding live.
The Mu State and the Holy Milishial Empire were also sending their delegates with a keen interest in getting to know the new countries, especially since the unexpected defeat of Parpaldia had severely undermined its position as a superpower.
HME in particular was concerned about how much Parpaldia's defeat would affect the power ratio. Would it be exchanged for Poland in its place or perhaps the superpowers would have to be increased by one or two places?
This second worst case scenario in their minds would be a nightmare for them because it would shatter the existing balance of power in favor of Mu who was the first to react to the news from the Third Zone.
They had serious fears that Mu was acting against them, warning Japan and Poland how dangerous they were. Sheer stupidity, just recognize their superiority and there would be no problems.
Therefore, Milishial sent a massive 80-person delegation consisting of many diplomats, soldiers, intelligence agents, and researchers with a strong military escort aboard one of its cruisers named Göta Lejon-class Ter Konor.
Japan was warned long ago of their arrival, so it sent two of its destroyers Kirishima and Kongou to escort the cruiser.
South of Okinawa
New Philippine Sea
KSM Ter Konor
Lieutenant Commander Valentin Angström looked from the bridge at the Japanese ships sailing past his ship with severely hostile eyes. Additionally, the sunlight played on his slowly graying beard making him look like a judging stern god.
In his opinion these ships were not suitable as warships. One small cannon in the front with one barrel was for him a stupidity limiting the available firepower and those ships were not too small they were almost the same length as the Ter Konor.
At first he was puzzled by the flat back but when he saw how some strange machine with a propeller on top and on the tail landed there he understood the point of not having anything there and found it very useful.
Such a machine would be better than any hydroplane they have in the navy I will say easier to put this thing on ships and no need for massive cranes like the one aboard his ship.
Anyway, he saw one of these eggheads taking pictures and another taking notes on everything he saw.
But beyond that, he didn't see anything interesting that limited science might have in store yet?
"Funny that ship of theirs isn't it Örlogskapten?" He was asked by the head of this whole expedition to this rump of the civilized world, Diplomat Phiam Lindqvist.
Valentin nodded in agreement "Well yes, fun and miserable."
"And do you know what the Japanese armed forces are called?" Phiam asked slyly.
"I don't know sir." He replied calmly waiting to be enlightened by the ever wise Phiam though in this case he was curious but of course because of his duties.
"Japanese Self-Defense Forces." Phiam replied and Valentin looked at him puzzled.
He then scratched his chin slightly and replied. "Well that pretty much explains why their ships are so..." He paused his statement for a moment looking for how to define it all.
"...Disconnected from the world and common sense?" He threw Phiam like a lifebelt.
"Exactly! How have they survived all these years, these ships are hopeless! A single-barrel cannon in the front and some kind of strange flying device! If that's all their armament, I wonder why they build a cruiser like that and give it to us as our escort, after all it would be more for us to protect them and not them to protect us!" The Lieutenant Commander began to speak frantically.
"Well apparently they came to us from another world, or at least that's what they claim."
"Like that shitty Mu?" Raised Valentin's eyebrows
"Just like them." Phiam nodded
"Well that makes some sense." Valetin replied
"And why is that?" Asked a puzzled Phiam
"Well you see, as a naval officer I know that there has to be a viable concept behind the building of such and such a ship for its creators." Seeing Phiam's questioning face the officer continued.
"My point is that in their world which in my opinion must be very peaceful or has been at peace for a very long time that designing ships like my Ter Konor is just a waste of time and money."
Phiam nodded "I see." Then seeing that his interlocutor had suddenly turned back to the Japanese ship. "What happened?"
The officer squinted then replied ''I just realized that I made a stupid mistake of hubris."
"And why is that?" Asked a curious yet concerned Phiam
"Because explaining the concepts to you reminded me that there may be another alternative."
"Like what?" Raised Phiam's eyebrows
"They may have something else as the main weapon for their ships than a cannon." Replied Valentin grimly.
"What kind of weapon do you think it might be, Commander?" Asked a somewhat frightened Phiam.
The officer nodded slightly then lowered his head and replied. "Here's the thing sir, I don't know what that gun might be."
A grave silence fell after these words. A long moment passed before Phiam decided to cut it with his knife and changed the subject.
"I have this question Commander."
The officer just nodded that it was okay for Phiam to ask.
"What do you think of this one, how was it?" He tapped his finger a few times on his right thigh then lifted it up. "I already remember what you think of this Poland."
To his surprise the Commander laughed. At this Phiam furrowed his brow "Why are you laughing."
At this the man looked around conspiratorially, the bridge crew seeing this suddenly showed unprecedented zeal. Seeing this, the officer ordered him with his hand to come closer.
Then in a whisper he said, "What I am about to say now is a state secret, and you must not, for your sake or mine, say a word about it."
Phiam nodded with concern he was too curious for his own good.
"You see, we have known about the fact that something like Poland exists for a very long time, in the west of the Vestal Continent there is something like New Poland." Phiam looked at him puzzled but the Commander continued
"According to our conjecture and the information we have gained, these are the descendants of those who helped the Hiromanians drive out the Demon Lord centuries ago." The diplomat's eyes opened wide, as everyone knew the legends and myths of the great emissaries of the Sun God.
Who were named after the flag in their language under the symbol of which they came to help those suffering cruel torment at the hands of the Demon Lord and drove them with their steel birds and turtles far to the north where they were kept under siege and confinement for hundreds of years by the descendants of those left behind from the envoy army and the locals.
Not only the kingdom of Topa claimed to be their descendants, a small island kingdom of Fenn also claimed to be their descendants. And here you may ask why none of them recognized the emissaries of the Sun God in Japan, if their flag they saw all the time on the Kongou? Simple no one knew exactly what it looked like anymore!
It has literally been a few thousand years since the disappearance of the emissaries, during which time there have been hundreds if not thousands of images of what their symbol looks like using the verbal description that it represents the sun.
Therefore, they regarded the flag on the Japanese ships as a coincidence. It was nothing new in their world. Along with different versions of eagles, the circle on the flag in different colors is found like a cross in our world on many flags.
"To make matters worse, one of the priests of a certain Queen of a minor sect had a vision of the arrival of more of her devoted emissaries. That one had said that the sons of the companions of the helpers would come and join the great-grandchildren of those who never returned home. "
He looked at Commander Phiam questioningly. "Does that mean?"
"That we finally found Old Poland?" Valentin replied rhetorically.
"That sounds, very bad." Said Phiam and then got curious "How long have we known about the existence of this country and why does no one ever mention them?"
Valentin raised his hands in disbelief, "I don't know exactly, but certainly no more than a century we've known about them. Anyway, apart from a few hotheads like my grandfather, no one has taken any interest in them. To us they are some primitives far removed from real politics, anyway they are..." He paused for a moment
"...Sorry they were the most organized state organization on this continent where there are only tribes and primitive kingdoms." Valentin concluded.
Phiam tilted his head slightly to the right "How big are they?"
Valentin waved his hand "Small, very small, one top two towns both having a New member in them which confirms very effectively their thesis of their descent from ancient helpers and a couple dozen villages around. Many of them, by the way, are hybrids between humans and animals."
Phiam frowned, in the Center being a hybrid was considered a gaffe by their parents and for many a walking abomination or a sign of suckiness that he couldn't find a decent woman among humans, elves or dwarves and he lowered himself to something half animal.
You can see a wild people ignorant of normal customs.
"Anything else?"
The officer nodded "Yes, have you heard about the secret super ship project for the navy?"
Nodding slightly, he replied, "Well, yes, I've heard something about it." For many, this secret project surrounded by great secrecy was an object of enduring great interest and the forces that counterintelligence had assigned to protect information about it were enormous.
The Lieutenant Commander looked back and then after inspecting the bridge added very quietly "This you see, you have heard the stories of the Submarine Eagle?"
The diplomat nodded slightly. And the officer added, "Let's find it, our scholars have scanned it with copying devices and reproduced it almost one to one. This should be our ace up our sleeve for future war with Mu."
The diplomat raised his eyebrows questioningly "And why is that?"
"Because it's a submarine." Replied the Commander causing shock on Phiam's face.
Submarine is one simple word and so much emotion hidden behind it appears in the officer's voice. Why, you may ask? Namely, no one anywhere in their world has built a full-fledged submarine.
You can kind of scratch your head, they don't know how to build a submarine? After all, the first models were already in the 19th century when they were made, and during the Civil War the first one to sink the enemy's ship appeared. (Though it ended just as badly for the submariners as it did for their enemy.)
The answer is quite simple, they don't know how to build a proper propulsion system for a ship.
You see, the magic drive that is used in the ships of the New World are these magical steam engines powered by magic stones, and what's more, this whole thing is much more complicated than steam engines but at the same time it has much more power and at the same time it was possible to make it so small that in contrast to our steam engines it can be used reasonably in vehicles.
And as we know submarines never had steam engines, only electric and diesel ones and today slowly nuclear propulsion. And also muscle propulsion, but such a ship would not be suitable for anything in the 20th century.
Yes, there were attempts to build a magical equivalent of a diesel engine, but without much success, and normal engines were enough, so why bother with something that will not be used anyway?
Further conversation in a whisper was interrupted by the interjection of the magicom operator. "Sir, I report the Japanese have relayed that their capital and land will soon be visible.
"Understood Förvaltare." Opined the Commander calmly as if nothing had happened. "Excuse me Ambassador, I must give the appropriate orders." He apologized and went back to work.
And Phiam meanwhile started to look land out the window, it took a while before they started to see land and especially buildings. Phiam only muttered to himself "They have momentum...
The same moment in Air
Aircraft IL-14 of the 36th Special Transport Regiment
"...motherfuckers" Said Edward Gierek looking from his window at Tokyo below.
"Edziu!" He was rebuked by his wife Stanisława Gierek "Behave yourself!"
Edward just waved his hand and started wailing, "Look, Stasiu. What riches, even with all the mess that supposedly reigns there, it will etch itself in everyone's eyes. You should have stood up and signed the peace in Warsaw."
"That's obvious Edziu, but please watch your language, we don't want them to think you're some Polish simpleton." Stanisława replied.
Edward just shivered and said "Relax Stasiu, I won't do anything stupid like for example..." He started tapping his finger on the table "... I'll get on a chair somewhere and call the shogun." After which he laughed stupidly.
To which his wife furrowed her brow "Edziu?"
"Yes dear?"
"Where did you think of that?" She asked it in a tone of disbelief.
To which Gierek shrugged his shoulders "Honestly, I don't know darling, that's just the inspiration I got." Then he himself wrinkled his forehead "Why do I get the feeling that one of those Polish Presidents did it?"
He then shook his head "No, that's stupid, there's no way anyone would be dumb enough to do that."
"Looking at Edziu for who they are, I guess it's possible after all, since the only one reasonably sane has been gotten rid of." Replied his wife indifferently.
Edward laughed again. A catastrophe, well, for him and his buddies from the crew it was obvious at once that it was a Russian coup with the help of Polish volunteers, but he had to admit, to make more than half of the society believe this without hard evidence was an art.
Generally many things, which he learned about this third Polish Republic, made him decide that IIIRP is PRL-bis and put into practice. One of this actions was of course the legal empowerment of the Security Office. Such a small concession from his side for Kowalczyk.
So far this service was illegal under PRL law, but as long as behind it stood Russian bayonets and tanks, nobody bothered. Anyway, many things which had been so far had to change when the argument of Russians coming in disappeared like the Old Cold World.
Gierek was not exactly an orthodox communist, in a sense, if you look at his biography, he used the Party as an opportunity to gain power.
At the same time, he was a simple but clever man. It was not without reason that his rule led to the creation of Solidarity. He simply had no hand in being such a bastard as his predecessors and successor.
Anyway, his way of pacifying the moods after the wave of strikes was a simple agreement: we give you the opportunity to make a living, have a decent life and greater access to the West, in return ordinary Poles have to give no resistance to the communists.
After the transfer there was unfortunately a wave of chaos which had to be pacified, but in this case the ordinary Poles mostly kept calm and wanted the ZOMO to restore order. The Church helped a lot here, urging people to remain calm and not take part in this brawl.
The costs would have been too high, and the Polish Primate saw an opportunity to peacefully remove the communists from power within 20-30 years of the transfer.
As for the other Polish first secretaries and the attitude of Poles towards them.
Bierut was hated with a passion even in the party but was feared because he was Stalin's dog and like you he bites just the same.
Gomułka was nevertheless respected because he was serious about his views and could force anyone to conform, but he was also feared because he was tough, which resulted in orders to shoot protesters and get rid of the thaw after Stalin's death with childish ease.
Jaruzelski, on the other hand, was not respected, and the hatred that was felt towards him is still alive and well even a few years after his death. But in communist times, everybody was afraid of him, because he and his people were de facto ordinary gangsters creating a mafia, with Jaruzelski being a puppet of the Polish godfather - general Kiszczak.
Gierek, on the other hand, is honestly a typical mayor of a small town, where everyone knows everyone else. If Poland by some miracle had not become communist after the war, he probably would have found himself in it, but remaining a simple mayor of a small town rather than ruler of the whole country.
You could feel it, you could see it, and Gierek also created himself as such in his propaganda, which meant that at least in this case, for once, she didn't have to lie to the people outright.
For example, he would show up and talk to ordinary people about how they live, what they need, show up at construction sites and help clean up with the obligatory photographers who would take pictures of him.
And the same done as long and wide Poland. With slogans that they are building a second Poland, the easier that disappeared almost all Polish debts abroad, so existing goods that went to pay off the loans began to appear on the Polish market.
That is, the main reason for the misery of the 80s where everything possible was sent for export just to pay off the monstrous debt, in our world, Poland with a large debt relief finally paid off the last loan of Gierek only in 2010!
Meanwhile, while I am humbly narrating this and that to you, a Polish plane has just landed at Tokyo-Haneda airport located on Tokyo Bay.
But this airport was empty, the planes flew from it rarely and only to Poland or back, well, once there was a Mu transport plane, but their next delegations arrived already on their ships as a presentation of their power.
As Gierek climbed the stairs, he could not help but notice the planes left behind by many airlines, those that belonged to the Polish LOT had long ago arrived in Poland with their crews.
They stood in an even row like those on the cemeteries for airplanes, silenced now probably forever because they were not needed for anything, Japan had so many of them that it sold them below their real value, a few of these machines were actually bought by Mu, some of them were also seized by Poland for LOT.
As long as those bought are standing in airbases and are taken apart by Poles, Muans and Japanese not only to produce their spare parts but to build their own versions.
The furthest the Japanese have gone in this, but the government is more concerned with maintaining what it has than supporting new things. Poland, on the other hand, is actively working to be able to produce its own large machines mainly for military purposes, such as Strategic Bombers or AWAC aircraft.
Mu is just at the beginning of his journey slowly making his way through all that he sees, very slowly.
And these planes serve more as a hint in which direction to aim rather than try to build a copy of them yourself.
Gierek, on the other hand, slowly walked up the stairs waving to the crowd of journalists. There is always a crowd of them when you go to see capitalists. Gierek thought, and as he descended he greeted Japanese Prime Minister Yomoya.
A brief handshake, the second time anyway, last year he also flew to Tokyo to greet Japanese women, but nothing noteworthy. A simple high-level meeting to re-establish contacts as a gesture of goodwill.
Since then they've had sort of their own version of the red phone that the U.S. and the Soviet Union had in the Cold War. This was argued on the basis that it would enable two effectively isolated countries from the old world to come to an agreement quickly if something happened.
"Welcome back to Japan Comrade Gierek" Yomoya muttered politely. Both men knew French by the way, so they didn't need an interpreter. Gierek raised his eyebrows slightly. So far Yomoya had addressed him as sir.
Apparently, he has some interest or is just in a good mood. Gierek retaliated against this.
"I welcome Prime Minister Yomoya. It is always good to come to this beautiful country, especially for such a noble cause as peace."
Yomoya agreed with him. "I agree with you." He then greeted Gierek's wife and other important peculiarities after which he invited them into the limousine.
The road to the Imperial Palace, where the signing of the peace treaty is to take place, passed peacefully, the Japanese security forces did a good job and maintained order by separating the warring parties in designated areas so they could demonstrate without hindrance.
What caught Gierek's eye was that when he entered the park around the palace he saw a huge number of foreigners. They were living in tents in an area set aside for them and there were lots of volunteers around.
Hearing about humanitarian crisis and seeing it with your own eyes are two different things. Of course Poland supported Japan in this crisis by sending necessary things, many Poles knew what it was like to live on a very low standard of living.
In a sense, it was ironic that a poor communist country and its society supported rich Japan in humanitarian crisis, mainly with food which was more scarce in Japan than in communist Poland, although the unscrewing of the colemming reforms and allowing the farmers to act as they wished while supporting them by buying in Japan the much needed fertilizers for Polish agriculture in place of those imported so far from West Germany and France.
As a result, the 1974 harvest was truly record-breaking; for the first time since the end of the war, the People's Republic of Poland produced more food than it consumed and, in particular, surpassed its pre-war production levels. The First World War, let us add. The destruction it wrought on the Polish territory was so enormous that after it Poland produced only 30 percent of the food which the whole territory had produced before it.
Only the solid support of the West, mainly the USA, which even sent food rations of the US Army (yes, its rations, which were a larceny) avoided a serious famine in Poland.
And by the time of the second war, despite the most sincere intentions and literal gutting of veins, it had not been restored to its pre-war level before the German plague fell, which listlessly snatched food from the hands of ordinary Poles keeping them at the level of starvation death. And the Jews had it worse.
And the meat problems disappeared to an enormous degree. It was a real shock to all that only the restoration of a slightly changed policy to a more free market one from 70-72 years, allowed to avoid a famine. Although the lack of need to feed the eternally innumerate big red brother for half free, also helped.
Let us add to this that the obligatory food quotas which were imposed on the countryside from October 1939 to 1970 also hit hard the productivity of Polish agriculture, although farmers since approximately 1956, i.e. since the death of Bierut, had more free hand.
Apart from that, they sent whatever they could collect, for example old clothes, which sometimes looked very funny, because if you counted them properly, many of these clothes were more old than the average adult in the camps.
Additionally, Polish volunteers from the Polish Red Cross or Polish Caritas, newly reactivated under the government-church agreement, also arrived. And with them the equipment, including such larities for military fans as old American or German trucks from WWII.
Gierek got out of the limousine, followed by his wife, and the rest of the delegation skipped nobody important. All ministers and generals are elsewhere. He greeted Zygmunt Milewski, Polish ambassador to Japan, who was waiting for him, cordially and effusively.
Then in a brief conversation about de facto nothing, i.e. how he is and if anything needs to be done to the ambassador. To the latter, Milewski said that a larger embassy building would come in handy and that consulates would be a real necessity. To which Gierek laughed and patted him on the back and said, "All right, comrade, we'll do something about it."
He was then led before the old Emperor. Here, after greeting him, he went to a tripartite dinner with Emperor Ludius and his bride Remille as the third party.
The two men sat opposite each other in seiza position at a low table, on the table lay traditional Japanese food. The emperor sat between them to serve as a mediator in case of emergency, although this would not be very useful, since the peace treaty had already been agreed upon and was only waiting for the signatures of the two heads of state.
If looks could kill, both Ludius and Gierek would be dead by now.
The first to speak was Ludius, surprising Gierek with his quite soft voice. "Finally we meet Mr. ..." he paused for a moment looking for the right words in Altaran "... first secretary Edward Girek."
Slightly involuntarily twisting the name, Gierek needed all his self-control not to burst into giggles.
"It is a pleasure to meet you too your Imperial Majesty Comrade Ludius." Replied Gierek calmly and then added "And to avoid problems, my name is Gie-rek, not Gi-rek."
Emperor Ludius nodded and repeated "Gie-rek."
Gierek smiled, "Yes, I know that Polish can be a bit difficult for foreigners, but for those who want it, nothing is difficult, right?"
Ludius did not return the sentiment. With a poker face he replied, "Indeed, Mr. Gie-rek. It's not difficult and every problem can supposedly be overcome with the right approach." Then an awkward silence fell.
Gierek decided to interrupt her by asking "If I may, what does your Imperial Majesty think of the other so-called superpowers, do you have any advice for the newcomers?" He raised his right hand and began to twirl it slightly "You know what they follow and what to watch out for when dealing with them."
Ludius took the bait and in the same calm tone countered "Advice from a just defeated enemy?" After which he nodded "Well, as you wish. You see we have a saying in the third zone. "Beware of Milishians even if they bring gifts."
"I see." Resisted Gierek reminding himself of an old Latin saying about the Greeks.
Now the question was asked by Ludius "Is it true that Poland and Japan are from the same world but from different ages?"
To their amazement the answer was given by the Emperor "That's right, we are about 50 years apart. I remember Mr. Secretary as he took power and as he lost it."
"And you've had a good relationship practically all the time since you made contact?" Ludius drilled the subject further.
"That's right, since Poland regained its independence until today we have had no disputes and we cooperated all the time even when WWII set us up as enemies. In fact, we were until last year the only country to which Poland had declared war since independence."
Ludius nodded vigorously "I understand" And his brain started working at full speed.
"If your imperial majesty is interested, we are organizing a sports tournament in which Parpaldia can perform." Gierek said.
"A Sports Tournament?" Surprised Ludius "And you want to invite us even though we were at war with you?"
Gierek smiled and nodded, "That's right, there's nothing better to seek understanding between nations as well as give vent to emotions in sporting rivalries, even we fought this way during the long Cold War divided into two camps."
Silence fell for a moment, a very long silence in which you could see the Emperor analyzing the pros and cons. Finally the Japanese and the Pole received an answer.
"I can say on behalf of Parpaldia that we accept this invitation, I hope you are right about this and we can repair the broken relationship." He said for the first time since Gierek met him with a smile. After which Ludius extended his hand ...
... and Gierek hugged her in the glare of a multitude of flashbulbs, after which both men looked toward the cameras with smiles, involuntarily Ludius was forced to squint and curse the Japanese in silence.
He didn't know how this Pole could stand it.
Underneath them on the table was a peace treaty with the signatures of Emperor Ludius, First Secretary Edward Gierek and the unmentioned King Altaras Taar XIV, with whom the whole affair began.
He did not attend the dinner at his own request, officially he said he wanted to visit Tokyo and believed in his ally's loyalty. Unofficially, he didn't want a diplomatic incident to happen because he didn't believe he wouldn't punch Ludius in the face for all this.
The treaty ultimately had these terms after fierce negotiations.
1-The Empire of Parpaldia shall pay war reparations to the Polish People's Republic and compensation to the Kingdom of Altaras in the amount of their costs.
2-The Empire of Parpaldia returns freedom to the 8 northern territories whose delegations have come to Tokyo and guarantees the perpetual permanence of their borders and renounces claims to them.
3-The Empire of Parpaldia establishes permanent autonomy for 16 territories and promises to extend it to any interested territory. The guarantor of this establishment is the Polish People's Republic.
4-The Empire of Parpaldia transfers all overseas bases to the Polish People's Republic west of Altaras, those to the east are transferred to the Empire of Japan.
5-The People's Republic of Poland and the Kingdom of Altaras renounce making accusations to the provocateurs of the war except for Paparpaldi Ambassador in Altaras Marcellus Equitius who will be sent to the court of Altaras.
6-The Empire of Parpaldia renounces all claims against the Kingdom of Altaras and will issue an appropriate apology to Altaras and Poland.
8-The Empire of Parpaldia gives the small port town of Bandare along with the local diocese to the Polish People's Republic on a free lease for 99 years.
7-Guarantee of the execution of the articles of this treaty shall be the Empire of Japan, and in case of the violation by either party of any of the articles Japan undertakes to make good the injury and to compel the culprit to return to the treaty.
Below are the captions
To the Empire of Parpaldia
His Imperial Majesty the Emperor of Parpaldia, Prince of Torvan, Bremma, Velen et cetera et cetera Ludius V Coniuspolscium.
To the People's Republic of Poland
First Secretary Edward Gierek
To the Kingdom of Altaras
His Majesty King Altaras Haara XIV
To the Empire of Japan
Emperor Reisen
Prime Minister Yomoya Yoshinori.
Finally the end, and welcome back. I hope your Christmas holidays were peaceful. I originally wanted to give something for Christmas but it didn't work out.
Okay, today's explanation will be short.
PZL TS-11 „Iskra" - a training aircraft, produced by WSK "PZL Mielec" (currently Polskie Zakłady Lotnicze Sp. z o.o. in Mielec), designed by a team under the direction of Tadeusz Sołtyk (hence the designation TS).
It was the first Polish aviation construction powered by jet engine.
The TS-8 "Bies"- was the first Polish modern metal airplane with a Polish engine to be produced in a large series after the war. Serial planes were distributed to officers' aviation schools and to units of the Air Force, the National Air Defence Forces and the Navy aviation.
Since 1958 the "Bies" aircrafts were also introduced into the OSL in Dęblin. In the years 1964-1967 they were replaced by jet planes PZL TS-11 "Iskra".
The "Bies" airplanes were withdrawn from the military aviation and handed over to the aeroclubs running the II degree LPW camps.
In total, the military handed over 101 aircraft TS-8 "Bies" to civil aviation. In isolated cases, the military used the "Bies" until the end of the 1970s; one of the last machines, the TS-8BIII, was still performing service flights in 1978.
Okay, that's it, and finally I wish you a belated Merry Christmas, for me so much because in Poland Christmas lasts three whole days from 24th to 26th. And a short joke.
- Sensational! Sensational! The Russians have released Sputnik.
- What a sensation. He served his time, so they let him go.
And to ATP. Kolego załóż tu konto jak chcesz porozmawiać i dawać pomysły dzięki temu będę mógł ci wysyłać odpowiedzi na priv na tej stronie. Dobra?