One week later...

Ariash, Munzo

Central Arms Storage Facility

Marco sighed. The military high command had begun issuing some new assault weapons for the purpose of the new offensive. However, he did not receive one. He looked down at his Gewehr 85 with skeptical eyes. Marco was not a fan of long range precision shooting, but he also disliked suicidal bayonet charges on heavily fortified enemy positions. He very much liked the idea of a constant advance in small units, something the high command did not exactly think about.

The clicking of boots hitting the pavement brought him back to his senses. Leo was standing over him.

"I'm forming a special front line assault unit," he said. "You want in?"

Marco nodded.

"Sure."

The two walked into a bar. There, a group of soldiers, around thirty of them, sat in the room, their uniforms slightly soiled from the recent combat. When they noticed Leo walk in, they jumped up and stood at attention. Leo chuckled at this.

"At ease gentlemen," Leo said. "Found our last squad leader. Have fun. I need to go find our sniper."

With that, Leo walked out of the room.

"Wait what!?" Marco exclaimed. "Squad leader!?"

Leo simply waved his hand in farewell and left the room.

The room was engulfed in silence.

"Okay then…" Marco said to himself. He walked over to the nearest corner of the room he could find and sat down. He looked around and spotted three interesting things. One was a Maxim machine gun on with a gun-shield and a carriage. Another was a number of strange rifle-looking things with metal boxes sticking out of the top. The final one was a strange metal tube with a bipod.

One of the soldiers walked up to Marco.

"Madsen light machine guns," said he. "The most portable MGs we have."

He turned to Marco.

"Pvt. Heinrich Herrmann. Nice to meet you Sgt. Lettow."

Marco nodded in response. He looked back towards the Madsens.

"Those are machine guns?" Marco thought to himself. They looked so… tiny compared to the Maxim guns.

A commotion by the door caught everyone's attention.

"You don't need a scope?" Leo asked someone as he opened the door.

"No," the sniper replied. "Iron sights are enough."

The sniper jumped a bit when she realized everyone was looking at her.

"Umm…"

"Hi Simo," Marco said from the other side of the room. Simo looked up at Marco, gave him a brief smile, and returned to her more serious look.

"Right," Leo began. "This is our sniper." He patted Simo's shoulder.

"Go join Marco's squad," he continued. "You two seem to know each other."

Leo gave a wink at Marco, who's eyebrow twitched.

"You mother fu-"

"Training begins tomorrow morning! Rise and shine at 0500 guys! Dismissed!"


A Madsen clattered to life, spraying bullets into a bunch of paper targets. As the two Madsen guns in Marco's squad fired on open targets, Marco signalled some of his men to advance. Using the cover of the Madsen guns, his men managed to advance right in front of the paper targets and proceed to bayonet the targets through the neck area. A paper target stood behind a fake artillery gun. Marco signalled again and a hole formed in the paper target. Simo sat in a tree, a small amount of smoke floating out of the muzzle of her rifle.

Now for some technical stuff.


A standard assault infantry platoon in this particular military was made up of seven squads. The first five were actual infantry squads, made up of five riflemen, one grenade discharger, and two light machine gunners. Everyone carried ammunition for the light machine guns and the grenade discharger.

The other two squads were one 81mm mortar and one heavy machine gun squad. In theory, the mortar would provide a sort of mobile artillery barrage while the heavy machine gun provided long range suppressive fire. These squads each had two riflemen to support them.

The riflemen were armed with the Gewehr 85 rifle, a bayonet, grenades, and a spade. The Gewehr 85 chambered the 8mm Mauser cartridge and used a six-shot en bloc clip and a Mauser style bolt action. Grenade discharger infantry were equipped with the Japanese Type 89 50mm Grenade Discharger and a TT-33 pistol. Light machine gunners were equipped with either Madsen light machine guns or MG08/15 "light" machine guns.


Marco jumped over a wall, spade in hand, and slashed at a wooden target. The decapitated target dropped to the ground as Marco switched to his rifle. A Madsen clattered nearby. A random target fell off the roof of a building, its head pierced clean through by a bullet.

Leo looked on, pleased with the progress. They would make it in time for the next offensive.


Trulia, Gallada

City Square

A mob of civilians clamoured for weapons. A man in a bright red uniform handed muskets, pikes, swords, and crossbows to the civilians. In the background, a group of Imperial officials were being rounded up against a wall.

"What are you doing!?" an official exclaimed. "You will be charged for treason for this!"

"I don't think so," said one of the mobsters. "You lot don't run this place anymore."

The official looked up at the highest flagpole in the city, where the imperial banner was being torn off.

"Wha-"

"Take aim!" a rebel yelled.

A yellow flag with a twin-eagle rose to replace the imperial banner.

"Feuer!"

The officials collapsed as a plume of smoke engulfed them.

Doppeladler appeared with his red uniform, complete with a steel breastplate and helmet, and looked on at the scene. He was pleased, to say the least. Finally the chance had come for a grab at power, or an authority figure that would actually listen to what he has to say. The arrival of a group of men in khaki uniforms confused him slightly, however.

"Feldmarschall Doppeladler, we have brought you a shipment of our new rifles to assist with your cause," one of the khaki soldiers said. Doppeladler noted the red armband around each of the soldiers.

The generosity of these Slavasian troops were amazing. Perhaps the rumors the province lacked any money was true.

"When does your rebellion begin?" Doppeladler asked. "We cannot move without some attention diverted from us." The Slavasian soldier smiled.

"Fear not, Herr Feldmarschall," said he. "It has already begun."


Kronichtburg, Capital of Slavasi

25th day of the Eighth month, 0687

"Mow them down!" a khaki soldier yelled. The gatling gun cranked to life, spraying lead into a horde of Imperial spearmen. More khaki soldiers, armed with rifles, volley fired into ranks of more Imperial soldiers, who immediately broke rank and fled.

"The enemy flees!" an officer yelled. "Fix bayonets! Charge!"

With a loud and energetic "uraaa!" the khaki soldiers charged into the enemy troops, jamming their bayonets through the enemies necks, arms, and torsos. A lone officer walked ahead of them, a column of elite infantry behind him armed with Gewehr 85 rifles. He wiped the sweat on his face off with his sleeve. An enemy soldier jumped out to ambush them, but the officer shot him square between the eyes with a C96. A khaki soldier rushed up to the officer.

"Leutnant Galland, the Feldmarschall requests your presence."

Galland nodded. He looked up as a crimson banner with a golden hammer in the middle rose above the Imperial consulate.

"The world is surely changing, isn't it."


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