Trulia, Capital of Gallada
18th day of the Eighth month, year 0687
"What in the world is this!?"
The Imperial General slammed the newspaper he was holding onto the table. On it was the Declaration of Independence, right on the front page. There were some amendments to it as well, but the General did not notice them.
"They DARE defy Imperial rule! They think they can fend for themselves!?" The Galladian Governor took this opportunity to say his opinion.
"But sire," he began. "Munzo has been a pain in the ass for quite some time now. Don't you think it would be wise to let them go and have them self destruct?"
The Imperial General thought for a second.
"You have a point, Governor," said he. "But the Emperor will not accept such an act of treachery."
"Then…" the Governor started.
"We will strike them again," the General finished. "That is the only option we have."
"..."
"Hm? You want to say something?"
The Governor nodded.
"Well, sire, we do have another option…" The General raised his eyebrows.
"Oh," he said. "And what would that be?"
The Governor took a deep breath.
"We join the rebels."
There was silence.
"...I'm going to pretend that I did not hear that," the General said, a faint smile on his face.
"Thank you, General Doppeladler," said the Governor.
"Order our troops to return," Doppeladler said. "We will regroup and rearm."
The Governor nodded and exited the room. Doppeladler grabbed some of his things and walked the door as well.
"The Political Officer will not like this."
Ariash, Munzo
18th day of the Eighth month, year 0687
Everyone was cheering.
No, perhaps that was an understatement. The combatants of the Defense of Ariash had become well known all over the three provinces. Marco and the rest of the trainees were given a rushed graduation ceremony before being folded into the 75th Infantry Battalion. The Gendarmerie were also folded in as well.
Which meant…
"Ugh…" Marco looked next to him as everyone lined up in parade formation.
"What's wrong?" Marco asked.
"This uniform is too tight…"
"Not my problem."
"We still did not do proper introductions," the girl said. Marco nodded.
"Marco Lettow."
"Simo Vorbeck."
The soldiers snapped into attention when the command was given.
"Forward… Marsch!"
Pallada, Capital of Munzo
18th day of the Eighth month, year 0687
"Rebel elements in Slavasi?" Prime Minister Pacsha asked. One of the generals in the room nodded.
"Yes, Prime Minister," said he. "It seems that the entirety of the colonial regular army, colonial government, and the majority of the civilian population is in opposition to further Imperial rule. Some of the officials have asked us to simply put up a phony war to distract Imperial attention."
Pacsha nodded.
"Do that," said he. "The more troops to sweep Gallada with, the better."
"Javel Herr Pacsha."
The General exited the room. Pacsha collapsed into his chair, a deep sight exiting his mouth.
"One down," he said as he picked up a chess piece from a nearby table. "Two more to go."
The chess piece hit the chess board with an audible crack.
Ariash, Munzo
Same day
The sound of boots stomping on the paved roads echoed throughout the city, only to be drowned out by the cheering of civilians. Men and women in white uniforms marched through the streets, bayonets fixed, eyes straight, and with Preussens Gloria playing in the background (the military liked this particular Prussian march, it seems.) The people on the sides of the streets threw flowers into the marching ranks of soldiers.
Behind the multiple ranks of soldiers something clattered against the stone roads. It belched smoke from its rear, its long nose gleaming in the sunlight.
The column of M4A3E2 Shermans rolled through the streets, their external loudspeakers blasting the Panzerlied into the outside world.
"Panzer divisions, eh," Simo said to herself. Their column had ended the parade and were now watching the Panzers roll past.
"We are officially the most overpowered military on the island," Marco said. Despite their terrifying appearance the Panzers looked glorious as the rolled by. Marco could not help but wonder how the enemy would react.
There was a buzzing overhead. Marco and Simo looked up to find multiple squadrons of G8N1 bombers heading north escorted by what looked like tiny dragons with wings on fire.
One of the Kikka jet fighters did a brief fly-by before returning to formation.
Simo did a small wave at the aircraft before moving her attention back to the parade, which was coming to an end.
Airspace over the Munzo-Gallada border
18th day of the Eighth month, year 0687
19:30 hours
"Alright ladies and gentlemen," one of the Kikka pilots said. "We're approaching the border. The target is a military installation but be careful. There are civilian residents near by. We will neutralize this installation before rendezvous with the bombers again."
The pilot took a bit of a breath.
"Then we're bombing Trulia."
"Hell yeah!" said a pilot.
"About fucking time!" said another.
"Quiet you lot," said the first pilot. "This is the first mission for the Luftwaffe! Don't let your guard down."
He took a look outside.
"Target spotted. Twelve o'clock low. Let's do this boys! Sieg Freiheit!"
"Sieg Freiheit!"
Pallada, Munzo
Same day
A few hours earlier
"So this is your plan for the Kontr Ofensywa, Feldmarschall Moltke?" asked Pacsha.
"Javel Herr Primo Minstre," Moltke said. "Observe."
Moltke spread a map over the desk. Pacsha and other generals in the room looked over the map.
"If intelligence about the situation in Slavasi is correct, then we don't have to station many troops on that front, which means more troops up north. We will focus all available Panzer divisions on the border with Gallada and pull infantry units from the other fronts as well. We will begin with an airstrike on enemy fortifications near the border. Then we will commence a large scale air attack on Imperial positions in and around Trulia, the capitol."
Moltke looked up from the map.
"If the people realize that the Imperial army is no longer what it was, it will be easier for them to rise up in rebellion, thought our attacks may demoralize them in other ways."
"Is that all?" asked Pacsha. Moltke shook his head.
"No," said he. "There is more."
Moltke pointed at a section of the map.
"We will have to wipe the Imperial army out in one go. Otherwise the war will go on longer than necessary. The battlefield will most likely be here, at Casserine, for this road leads straight to Trulia and the port cities to the north. I will lead this battle personally."
Pacsha nodded.
"I will approve of this plan," said he. "Anyone object?"
No one did.
"Well then," he continued. "Let's get started."
Trulia, Gallada
18th day of the Eighth month, year 0687
20:15 hours
"Feldmarschall! Herr Feldmarschall!"
Doppeladler jumped awake at the banging noise outside.
"What is it?" said he. A Galladian officer walked in, his face covered in sweat and soot.
"We don't know what happened…" he stuttered. "The city… it's…"
There was an explosion outside.
Doppeladler jumped out of his bed and opened the window. What greeted him was a horrifying sight. The military barracks were burning. Imperial soldiers lay dead on the ground. Another government building exploded. Infantry were being strafed as they attempted to flee.
It was chaos.
And Doppeladler loved chaos.
"Contact Political Officer Hotzendorf," Doppeladler said. "Tell him Trulia is lost and that rebel elements are attacking as we speak."
"But sir," the officer said. "It's simply enemy aircraft. Ground troops have not arrived yet."
"Then make it happen," replied Doppeladler. "What do you colonials call it… a Kontr Ofensywa? History is moving in a course that is inconceivable for us."
He grabbed a set of armor, issued to him by the Imperial armed forces themselves, and threw it into the burning city.
"Don't you want to have a piece of it for yourself?"
Author's notes: It seems that I have to repeat myself again that nation submissions are closed...
Anyway, welcome to my latest chapter for Gate. It seems that my writer's block is slowly going away which means more flowing ideas. The bad news: My PC kinda died so I can't properly type up chapters for a while. :(
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