A Brits, a Yankee, a French and an Hun in Gallia
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Squire, Brian, Alicia and the Town Watch were in the main gate, with several Imperial tanks in front of them. A lot of them had been destroyed, but there were still a lot. «Hold it right there!» Squire exclaimed, «If you attempt to even make a single step, I'll be forced to shoot.».
«Well,» one of the Imperials responded, «you shoot us? We'll shoot you right back.».
«Well bollocks.» Bill commented, «You were correct sir. We ARE running out of ammunition.». The situation was grim. The Gallians and their two tanks had been firing at the Imperials for so bloody long, that it was a miracle that the gun didn't overheat. However, it seemed like this was not going to be the only miracle.
Meanwhile, on the hills outside of Bruhl, a French SOMUA S35 saw what was going on in the main gate. «Sacrebleu! Ils sont partout! Montez dessus Pierre! Nous les avons dépassés, pour une fois!( Holy shit ! They are everywhere! Step on it Pierre! We've outflanked them, for once!)» the commander exclaimed. «Vive la France!».
Meanwhile
«Vnimaniye vsem tankam!(Attentions all tanks!)» one of the tank commanders exclaimed. In the meantime, almost ready to face their doom, the pilot of the Churchill tank started whistling the British national anthem. A Gallian watch town was in the same mood.
«Valkyria, Valkyria» he started singing on the verge of crying. It was Gallia national anthem.
«Gotov'sya k strel'be!(Prepare to fire!)» the tank commander exclaimed again, as all the guns of the various tanks, 10 of them, pointed at their direction.
The pilot continued whistling.
«Moge de bloedlijn voor eeuwig leven. Valkyria, Valkyria. Zegen en bescherm ons vruchtbare land. (May the bloodline live forever. Valkyria, Valkyria. Bless and protect our fertile land.)» the watchmen continued singing, still depressed as hell.
But as the Imperial tank commander was giving the order, his tank was destroyed by a shell coming from behind. «Chto za-(What the-)» another Imperial was interrupted as his tank was destroyed too. «OCHERED'! POVERNIS'!(TURN! TURN AROUND!)» another tank commander exclaimed.
«My pytayemsya, ser. No eti tanki upravlyayut kak zadnitsa!(We're trying sir! But these tanks control like ass!)» the driver exclaimed. «Kto sozdal eti kuski der'ma!?( Who designed these pieces of shit!?)» the commander exclaimed, before his tank was blown up too.
By the time they could finally face their opponent, however, many tanks had been knocked out. «Yes! We actually have enough ammunition for these! Open fire!» Squire exclaimed. «YEAH! LET'S SEND'EM ALL THE WAY BACK TO MOSCOW!» Brian exclaimed too, as he started to knock the remaining Imperial tanks.
The two tanks and the Gallian squad were then greeted by their savior. «Bonjour!(Hello!) Do you know the street fo-» the French commander was interrupted immediately. «Nope. Sorry, wrong earth, chump. These were actually Russian tanks.» Squire said.
The commander was in shock. «Sacrebleu! The red menace is here!?» he exclaimed in fear. Squire nodded in agreement. «Yep. It would appear that the dictatorship of the proletariat had decided to invade the Kingdom of Gallia.» Squire commented, causing the confusion of the French commander.
«Gallia? Wasn't that-» he was once again interrupted. «West Germany. Limey meant West Germany.» Brian intervened. «So which sector?» the French commander asked, «French occupied sector? American occupied sector? British occupied sector?».
Squire shook his head in disagreement. «More like the Netherlands, actually. So no occupation, really.» he commented. The French commander did not know what to do. «Mon Dieu. Ils ont déjà atteint le Benelux! C'est comme avec Napoléon!(My god. They have already reached the Benelux! It's just like with Napoleon!)».
He then presented himself. «All right. My name is Edmond. It is nice to meet you, but now it's not the time for presentation. We need to stop the Russians before it becomes June 25 all over again!».
«The name is Squire. And I agree 100%.» Squire commented. «And I'm Brian! Don't worry fella! We ain't having a domino effect here!» Brian exclaimed all proud. Then it was time for Alicia to present herself. «I'm Alicia Melchiott, of the Bruhl town watch. Thank you for before.».
The French commander nodded after the presentation. «All right. Let's go! Let's hold the socialists! Vive la France!» he exclaimed, as he drove forward. «And this time try to last more than six weeks.» Bill commented with a low tone.
Meanwhile, outside of the city of Bruhl
Welkin was running to his house like he never ran before, and for good reasons. If the Imperials were here, his father house would be targeted by the Imperial soldiers. «Isara ... Martha ... Wees ok!(Isara … Martha … Please be ok!)» he almost begged as he ran forward, finally reaching the house.
Inside of the house
Martha was on the ground, in pain, while Isara tried to be on her side. «V chem yeye problema? Ona beremenna ili prosto tolstaya? (What's her problem? Is she pregnant, or just fat?)» an Imperial soldier asked. The other one looked him with serious eyes.
«[Privet! To, chto v etom Fanfiction my igrayem rol' vragov, ne oznachayet, chto my dolzhny byt' pridurkami! (Hey! Just because in this Fanfiction we're have the role of enemies does not mean we have to be jerks!)» he exclaimed at his comrade. The other one looked at him with innocent eyes.
«[YA nikogda ne khotel byt' pridurkom! Mne bylo prosto lyubopytno! (I never meant to be a jerk! I was just curious!)]» he responded. Isara slowly got up and looked at the duo with angry eyes. One of the two soldiers pointed at her. «Vnimatel'no posmotrite na etu shal'. [I poka ty na etom, izvinis' pered devushkoy.( Take a good look at that shawl. [And while you're at it, apologize to the girl.])]» he ordered his comrade.
«[No dolzhen li ya eto delat'? Ona prosto Darksen.( But do I have tooooo? She's just a Darcsen.)]» he asked. The other soldier face palmed. «[Net, ya khotel izvinit'sya pered devushkoy na zemle.( No. I meant apology to the girl on the ground.)]» he answered. «[Tak ne dolzhno byt' "izvinit'sya pered starukhoy"?(So shouldn't be a "Apologize to the old woman"?)]» the other soldier asked.
The other soldier simply glared at him. «[Vy chertovski beznadezhny.( You are fucking hopeless.)]» he then commented. But before an argument could rise with the two, the sound of a gun being loaded was heard.
«WELCOME TO THE FLOWER FIELDS, MOTHERFUCKERS!» they heard, as they saw Isara with a gun. She shoot one of the soldiers dead. But before the other could react, he was hit by something hard. It was Welkin, who used his rifle as a club to knock out the other soldier, before shooting him for safety.
«ISARA! BENT U ALLES GOED!?( ISARA! ARE YOU ALL RIGHT!?)» Welkin asked with a lot of worry. She nodded. «Ja, maar Martha ... ik denk dat ze ...( Yes, but Martha… I think she's….)». Before she could continue, the soldier which was shoot by her grabbed the leg of Welkin.
«P-please….» he started to beg. He then took a picture from his pocket, showing him with a woman holding a baby. «Bring it…..to my wife…» he continued, «[and remember….we're more than generic evil minions. We're more than generic evil minions!». He then collapsed, dead for good.
Welkin turned to Isara with an annoyed look. «Het spijt me, wat zei je voordat je onofficieel werd onderbroken door deze Ruskie? (I'm sorry, what were you saying before being impolitely interrupted by this Ruskie?)». Isara shared the same look. «Ruk. (Jerk.)» she commented, referring to the Imperial soldiers.
«Hoe dan ook, ik zei dat ik denk dat ze in de strijd is beland! (Anyway, I was saying that I think she's gone into labor!)» she exclaimed, as she kneed down to help the poor woman. «Haar verplaatsen zou gevaarlijk zijn. (Moving her would be dangerous.)».
Welkin did not know what to do. «Juist ... nou ... we kunnen haar hier niet gewoon achterlaten! Wat gaan we doen? (Right...well...we can't just leave her here! What are we going to do?)». The determined look of his little sister was the answer. «Welks, luister, de schuur terug ... (Welks, listen, the barn out back...)» she said with a serious tone, catching the attention of the Gallian.
«Wat is ermee? (What about it?)» he asked. She smiled with determination at the question of the man. «Laten we zeggen dat Squire niet de enige is met een groot wapen hier in de buurt. (Let's just say that Squire is not the only one with a big gun around here.)».
After having heard the various gunshots, a group of Imperials had come to inspect the Gunter house, and had reached the barn. Then, all of a sudden, a huge tank rolled out, crushing several of the Imperial soldiers. «VANK! VRAG VANK ! (TANK! ENEMY TANK!)».
The two brothers did not waste trying to eliminate the enemy soldiers, knowing that they could not shoot and drive at the same time, as Welkin was commanding the tank, while Isara was driving it. As such, no gunner. Unfortunately for them, an Imperial light tank was there.
Luckily, his gun could not penetrate the tank, who continued to ignore the shots trying to get away. However, to the surprise of the two, the tank was destroyed, and the rest of the Imperials eliminated. Coming out was a Crusader III. «G-day mate.» the tank commander said.
«Ok. I'm going to say it once. There's no Berlin. This-» Welkin started to explain exasperated, before being interrupted by the tank commander. «Calm down, ye crazy son of a bitch,» he said, «I bloody know. This ain't Germany. I mean last time I was in the land of the Jerries they did not look like bloody cartoons. I also know that apparently we are at war with the Soviets. Killed a bunch of commie wankers before coming here».
Welkin simply sighed at the affirmation. «Good. Then you need no more explanation.».
«Say,» the tank commander started asking, «what tank is that?». Welkin was quick to respond. «The Edelweiss.» Isara answered, «My father built it. As we are only in two, we could not afford a gunner.».
«All right.» the tank commander commented. He then came out of the tank. «My name is Jack. Yours?» he then asked. «Isara and Welkin Gunter. We're heading for Bruhl. Mind escorting us?» Welkin asked Jack. He nodded as he got back to the tank. «All right, let's roll out!» then Welkin exclaimed.
«So,» Jack commented, «we are at war with the Ruskies now?».
«Well, let's hope it does not end up like Torbuk.» the pilot commented.
Meanwhile, back in Bruhl, Squire, Brian, Eduard and the town watch were doing their best in destroying the enemy tanks and infantry. One tank was trying to get behind the SOMUA tank, but was destroyed by the Crusader III. «Well finally!» Squire exclaimed, «Some bloody reinforcements.».
He noticed both the Crusader III and the Edelweiss. «Say, I do recognize the Crusader, but who might you be?». Welkin came out of the tank almost as an answer. «Hello Squire! Need an hand?» he exclaimed, waiving his hands. Squire was indeed surprised. «Welkin? I'm sorry, but where did you find that tank?».
«It's a long story!» he exclaimed. «Oi Brits. Good day to kill some Commies, huh?» the other tank then said. «An Aussie? I didn't know the ANZAC was here too.» Squire commented. «[Who blames ya. We ain't even in the bloody Fanfict title.]».
«[Indeed.]» Bill commented, «[Maybe the author is an hardcore British nationalist?]». Squire simply shook his head. «[Nah, I really doubt that.]. Anyway, come on, Crusader. We have Russians to kill and a city to protect!».
Alicia was surprised by Welkin and his tank. At this point she knew that a new tank could have arrived at any moment, but she did not expect him on one. Once the Edelweiss stopped, Welkin started to act as the gunner. He pointed at a nearby Imperial tank, killing it with a single shot.
After a while, more tanks had been eliminated. It looked like they were finally over for a chance. «Yes! We did it! We stopped the Imperials!» Welkin exclaimed. «Brilliant! Yet another victory for the British empire!» Squire exclaimed with a victorious tone.
A general cough could be heard, however. «O-of course, with considerable support from both the Bruhl watch town, and the American-French armored corps, we have stopped the Soviet advance, with also the support of combined Australian-Gallian armored division. But as one day people will say, Bruhl was won with British intelligence, Anglo-American-French steel and Gallian blood».
Meanwhile, inside of the Edelweiss. «It's a boy! Martha had a boy!» Isara exclaimed. The rest of the squad was confused. «Pardon me?» Squire asked. «Ze is binnen in de tank van papa bevallen!? (She gave birth inside of dad's tank!?».
«Well congrats boy!» Brian exclaimed, «I propose to call him Storm!». The entire group looked at Brian with a confused look on his face. «What? S' a cool name.».
However Squire was quick to notice some movement. «Wait! Hold on! I spotted something! I bet it's our reinforcements!» he exclaimed. The entire militia and even the various tanks were happy about the news, until they heard a sound of disappointment in Squire.
Because the "reinforcements" were all Imperials. Many of them carried several anti tanks rifles, and even more tanks were coming in the area. The Soviet anthem could almost be heard in the distance.
«Looks like an entire Red army battalion.» Brian commented. Everybody paled at the comment of Brian. «I say we stand and fight. Let them get all close and personal. Then we get them with the guns. So, what do you think.».
The group was not having any of that. «Nan. Pierre, ramène-nous au Maginot. (Nope. Pierre, get us back to the Maginot.)» Edmond commented, as the French tank quickly retreated. «We are with the French! See ya!» Alicia panicky exclaimed, as she got into the Edelweiss, with the rest of the militia getting on its back.
And last but not least, it was the British. «We're Dunkirking out of this one!» Jack exclaimed. «INDEED! SEE YA!» Squire then said, «I'm sorry, but that's a no for me. I mean, what are the chance we can block yet another horde of Russian tanks, this time supported by an horde of Red army soldiers armed with PTRD-41 or whatever they are carrying. I mean you can try to hold them in some sort of valiant but unrealistic manner with your limited number of ammunitions, but I certainly for one am not going to!»
Brian sighed heavily. «Wait for me fellas!»
Just a little note. When carachters talk [like this], it means they are breaking the fourth wall.
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