Shells rained down on the island. Men were blown apart. Houses were destroyed. The foreigners landed on the beaches and began to storm inland. Machine gun fire. The shouts of men being torn to bits. The defenders put up a splendid fight, but it was to no avail.

June 23rd, 1945. Okinawa, Japan. Chased by US Marines, a group of Imperial Japanese Army and Navy personnel took shelter in a cave, along with hundreds of civilians. Within the cave they found a large arsenal of weapons ranging from standard service rifles to J9Y Kikka jet aircraft. US Marines chased the group further down the cave.

Suddenly, an American airstrike sealed the entrance to the cave permanently. Said Marines were about a company in strength and had brought a number of tanks, artillery, etc. With no hope of getting out of the cave, the two sides decided to work out a ceasefire and went to explore the cave.

Deep within the cave was a roman-styled gate. A scout was sent through to see what was inside. When the scout returned the group soon learned that there was a whole new world on the other side.

Deciding that it would be better than starving to death in the cave, the group gathered all the supplies in the cave and ventured out into the new world. Once on the other side, they destroyed the gate to prevent any more interference from their world...


Instructor Yahagi clearly remembered the days he was on Okinawa. Especially the days in the cave. It was hard to believe that two sides that were trying to kill each other could set aside their differences that easily. But desperate times call for desperate measures.

"Whatcha' thinkin' about?" a voice said. Yahagi looked up from his little daydreaming and found US Marine in front of him.

"Colonel Davis!" Yahagi exclaimed as he snapped to a salute. Davis smiled.

"Just remembering Okinawa, sir," Yahagi said. Davis nodded.

"Not the best of times, yeah," Davis replied. "I'm afraid for the future."

Was the siren that blared next a coincidence?


Pallada City, Munzo Province...

"Status report!" General Katsuragi, commander of the Second Special Forces Unit (SSFU) ordered.

"Yes sir! Two armies from Gallada have crossed the border. They razed Gorkov and Tonga villages and currently seem to be headed towards Ariash."

"A separate army is currently advancing Eastward from Slavasi. They seem to be headed towards Fleia. Troops have been scrambled from West Point to help defend." Katsuragi nodded.

"What combat strength do we have at Ariash?" he asked.

"About one battalion worth of Local Defence Groups and a company of trainees, sir!"

"Right!" said Katsuragi. "Get a regiment of troops to Ariash as soon as possible. Message the Council: 'SSFU will head north to reinforce Ariash and advance north!'"

"Yes sir!"


Ariash City, Munzo Province…

"Leo!" Marco called, rifle in hand. "What the bloody hell is going on!?" Leo looked up from giving orders.

"Marco!" he exclaimed. "Gallada just razed Gorkov and Tonga villages and they're heading towards us! Damn imperials will be here any minute now!"

"Got it!" Marco said. He then ran out of the gates into a trench dug outside. He could hear orders being shouted elsewhere.

"One-oh-fives within the walls, seventy-fives outside! Bombard them as soon as they are within firing range!"

"What about the smoothbores!?"

"Outside, too! Get the machine guns in the trenches and on the walls!"
"Yes sir!"

"Remember men, enemy forces are using captured weapons and equipment from both the past war and the recent attack! Wreck their positions before they could get what artillery they have to bear!"

"ETA of the SSFU, 48 hours!"

Marco looked up from his work.

"The SSFU…?" he muttered.

"One o-clock high! Enemy Wyvern spotted!" Marco gasped and looked up. Indeed, there was a Wyvern flying overhead. Marco did not even hesitate. He jumped onto the nearest machine gun and blasted away. The rider took about a dozen bullets before a 40mm Pom-pom anti-aircraft gun tore the Wyvern itself apart.


Imperial/Gallada encampment, near Gorkov Village ruins…

"Has our scout returned yet?" asked the commander.

"Not yet, milord," said a soldier. "He's late."

"Hmm…" The commander stood up. "It is best that we leave now. The later we arrive at Ariash, the more time Munzo will have to set up its defences."

A soft pitter-patter could be heard from outside.

"It's starting to rain…"


Ariash City, Munzo Province…

"It's raining…" Marco commented. "No air support for us now."

"Don't say that," someone in the trench said. "How are we supposed to deal with the enemy air power?"

"Triple-A," Marco simply replied. Was it just him, or did the voice sound female? "Besides, we could just snipe the riders off the Wyverns' backs."

"Guns aren't accurate," said the voice. Marco finally looked in the direction the voice came from. Yep, it was a girl. Of course. She was wearing a normal shirt, pants, sandles, and a helmet. Must be from a Local Defence Group. She was gripping a musket, too.

Marco got up.

"It's strangely quiet, don't you think?" he asked. The girl tilted her head.

"How so?" she asked.

"I don't hear any birds…"

Day slowly drifted into night. Some of the guards began to get bored and started playing cards. Marco poked his head from the trench. He couldn't really see anything. So he found a telescope and looked into the distance.

He saw moving fire.

Marco reached for his flare gun in his left boot. He pulled it out and fired in the direction of the enemy torches. A bright light suddenly lit up the battlefield and hundreds of Imperial soldiers were suddenly blinded.

Leo saw what happened.

"Everyone to battle stations!" he ordered. A Wyvern flew overhead but got torn to pieces by a Pom-pom. He heard footsteps behind him.

"Hey! Trainee!" Leo turned around and found himself face to face with Colonel Davis. "Status report! Now!"

"Imperials, sir! Thousands of 'em!" Leo replied. "We got early spots on 'em so they haven't finished building any sort of encampment yet! Artillery is about to pour lead into 'em!"

"Fire!" an artilleryman yelled. 105mm howitzers within the walls of the city began to open fire. 75mm field guns followed suit outside, followed by various smoothbore artillery.

Marco took a deep breath and waited. The Imperial forces were here.


Author's notes: "TOGs, sir! Thousands of 'em!" XD

Anyway, hello y'all! It's Karl the Arty! The Imperial invasion of Munzo has finally begun, and the Imperials, at least the Gallada troops, have guns and cannons! What will happen to our heros!?

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