A Brits, a Yankee, a French and an Hun in Gallia
Answering to the reviews:
-K: Not exactly what you asked but…..wish partially granted
In March of 1935, a day which will live in infamy (no shit Sherlock), the Principality of Gallia was suddenly and deliberately attacked by the land forces of the Autocratic East European Imperial Alliance. Well, to be fair, we had to expect it really (the propaganda posters showing the Empire including Gallia should have been an hindsight, now that I think about it. Oh god we were so dumb).
Maximilian, commander of the Gallian invasion front, built his army around mobile armor. Ghirlandaio and the other fortresses along the border fell to his tanks (and the, quote and quote, human tsunamis), in quick succession.
Bruhl's fall in two hours was typical of many villages conquered by the Empire, but what shocked many Imperials was how many men and tanks were destroyed by the little watch town forces that were present in the area.
Of course, now we know that it was thanks to the heroic actions of commander Squire, Brian, Edmond and Jack, alongside the support of the militia. Still, when I look back, my first opinion was….. "These ain't heroes…..these are morons."
"Irene Koller, in her bestseller book, On the Gallian front (Op het Gallische front)"
Meanwhile in Randgriz, Gallia's capital, most specifically a military base
Alicia was walking in one of the many hangars inside the base, when she saw Welkin and Isara in their military uniform. Alongside them was their tank, the Edelweiss, and the various tanks of Squire, Brian, Edmond and Jack. Isara had made some modification to their tanks, most importantly by putting Ragnite engines in them.
The tank that was changed the most was Edmond's SOMUA S35, as now it had a 75 mm gun instead of the old 47 mm gun it had.
Alicia smiled at Welkin. « Wauw, je ziet er geweldig uit in dat uniform! (Wow, you look great in that uniform!)» she exclaimed. Welkin scratched his head a bit in embarrassment. « Ja, jij ook Alicia! (Yeah, you too Alicia!)» he humbly responded. «Werkelijk? (Really?)» Alicia asked, wondering if he was being honest. Her doubts quickly vanished as Welkin shook his head in approval. « Yep. Je ziet er echt stoer uit! (Yep. You actually look tough!)».
She sighed in relief. « Goed. Ik dacht dat het niet overtuigend was. (Good. I thought it was not convincing.)». She then looked at the rest of the group. «What about you guys? Why are you not wearing a Gallian uniform? Aren't you in the army?» she asked.
«Nah,» was Squire response, «I'd actually like to wear an uniform that wouldn't make me visible miles away. I mean, if you wore this during the Great War, then you surely would have realized that a blue uniform is NOT the brightest idea in term of camouflage.».
Edmond nodded in agreement. «Des millions de nos frères français ont été fauchés par des mitrailleuses allemandes pour la raison exacte. (Millions of our French brothers have been mowed down by German machine guns for the exact reason.)». Isara sighed deeply. « Nou dat is een opluchting. (Well that's a fucking relief.)».
Squire was quick to catch everybody attention. «All right lads, since we're dealing with a nation that is literally the definition of manpower, it's obvious that we need as much allies as possible.». The whole group agreed, nodding their heads. «And luckily for us, we just found one, bulls eyeing Communist not a long time ago.».
Everybody was happy for that. They needed as much help as possible against the Empire. «Now everybody be calm, he's a friend now, so no need to mention the war….». This caught everybody by surprise. What did he mean by that? «Who…..is he?» Welkin asked, confused.
Soon, the rumbling sound of a tank was his answer. A Tiger I came out of a building, his size impressing many of the people in the scene. «Jesus, it's a god damn Tiger!» Brian exclaimed, «Good job fellas! Ye just captured a god damn Jerry Panzer!».
«They didn't capture it. We volunteered.» the Tiger commander responded. This caught the four tanks by surprise. «HOLY MOTHER OF JOSEPH!» Brian exclaimed, «GUNNER! SEND HIS ASS ALL THE WAY BACK TO BERLIN! YEEEHAW!». The Sherman quickly shot the Tiger, luckily leaving it intact.
The tank commander simply sighed, but before he could say a world, Squire stepped in. «Now now, there's no reason to be violent. This…German tank has decided to aid us in the defense of Gallia.». It was obvious that Squire was not happy to have him around.
« Wait, weren't the Germans your enemies?» Alicia asked confused, with a defensive stance. «No need to worry, miss, we are here to defend our Germanic brothers from the Slavic invaders.» the tank commander continued. Alicia looked confused. «{Germanic brothers? What is he talking about?}»
Welkin remained silent for a while, collecting his thoughts. He then sighed. «Well, for a started, how about you tell us your name.». The tank commander came out. «My name is Hans, and yours?».
«The name is Welkin. This right here is Alicia, and the girl with the black hair is my sister Isara.». Isara innocently waved her hands as a salute. «Pleased to meet you mister Hans.». The other tanks started to introduce themselves, but Hans caught interest in the French tank.
«Is that….a SOMUA S35?» he asked, confused. Edmond sighed at the German. «Oui[Yes], Isara modified it so that he can use a Ragnite motor, just like everybody else. But the biggest change was the gun.». Suddenly Hans's face lifted up in happiness.
«Oh god, YES!» he exclaimed, confusing everybody. He then turned to Isara. «Say Isara, could you please help us with our tanks? This tank is an absolute killing machine, but the transmission breaks down every five seconds. Could you please fix it?». Isara smiled at the question. «All right mister Hans, I'll see what I can do.».
The tank commander was having the time of his life. « Kannst du es glauben, Max? Unsere Übertragung wird jetzt nicht alle fünf Sekunden unterbrochen! (Can you believe it Max? Our transmission won't break every five seconds now!)». Max was a bit more doubtful.
« Sind Sie sicher, Kommandant? Glaubst du, dass sie die Fähigkeiten hat, diese zu reparieren? (Are you sure commander? Do you think that she has the capabilities to fix those?)» he asked, as he was not as hopeful as his commander. Hans simply grinned at the question.
«Mach dir keine Sorgen, Max. Wenn sie eine 75-mm-Waffe an diese SOMUA anbringen könnte, könnte sie mit Sicherheit unser Getriebe reparieren! (Don't worry Max. If she was able to put a 75 mm gun to that SOMUA, she will certainly be able to fix our transmission!)».
Welkin however turned immediately serious. «Sorry, but the fixing will have to wait. We have to meet captain Varrot right now.». The rest of the group nodded in agreement. The various tank crews came out of the tanks, and started to walk following Welkin.
Inside of Varrot office
Alicia, Isara, Welkin and the various tank members were inside Varrot office. She was a woman slightly younger than 40, with light brown hairs. She had a serious look on her face as she inspected the men (and the two girls) in front of her.
«Gallian Militia neemt Welkin Gunther in dienst en meldt zich voor de dienst (Gallian Militia enlistee Welkin Gunther, reporting for duty.)» Welkin presented himself, with a military salute.
«Gallian Militia neemt Alicia Melchiott, in dienst en meldt zich voor de dienst (Gallian Militia enlistee Alicia Melchiott, reporting for duty.) » Alicia then said, with a similar tone and a military salute.
«Gallian Militia neemt Isara Gunther, in dienst en meldt zich voor de dienst (Gallian Militia enlistee Isara Gunther, reporting for duty.)» Isara then said, with the same military tone.
«Commander Squire, tank commander of the British expeditionary force in Gallia, currently the only one for that matter, with my crew over here.» Squire gave a military salute. The lack of a Gallian uniform in him caught the attention of Varrot, who remained silent none the less.
«Commander Brian of the American Armed Forces in Gallia, here to liberate yer country from these god damn commies. YEEEHAW!». This introduction surprised Varrot, who barely managed to maintain her composure.
«Commander Jack of the Australian Armed Corps in Gallia, or AACG in short, pleasure serving ya mate.» Jack introduced himself. At the very least he was more disciplined than Brian, and Varrot was glad.
« Commandant Edmond du Corps Expéditionnaire Français à Gallia, un plaisir de vous rencontrer Madame. (Commander Edmond of the French Expeditionary Force in Gallia, a pleasure meeting you Madame.)». While she didn't know what a French was, she recognized a similar language spoken in the Atlantic Federation. As such, she understood what they were saying.
«Kommandant Hans des Deutschen Panzerkorps in Gallien. Haben Sie keine Angst, Madame, wir werden diese schmutzigen slawischen minderwertigen Wesen aus diesen stolzen germanischen Ländern treten. Sieg Heil!( Commander Hans of the German Armored Corps in Gallia. Don't be afraid Madame, we shall kick those filthy Slavic inferior beings from these proud Germanic lands. Hail victory!)». Again, she heard that language in the Atlantic Federation, but this time she was having an harder time understanding what he was saying. However, she understood that he was a commander named Hans and that he was on Gallia side, and that was all that mattered.
«I'm captain Eleanor Varrot, commander of this regiment. From now on, I believe it would be our best interest in speaking Edinbourguese, for easier communication.». Squire stepped forward. «Well, were we are from, we refer this as English. But yes, we shall.».
She turned toward Welkin. «Gunther, you shall be promoted to the rank of lieutenant, commanding this squad, Squad 7, alongside Hans, Squire, Brian, Jack and Eduard.».
Welkin responded with a military salute. «Melchiott, you shall be promoted to the rank of sergeant, and will be Gunther second in command. Understood?». Alicia gave a military salute too. «Yes ma'am!». Squire was a bit confused. «I'm sorry ma'am, but are you sure that he's in a position to hold the rank of lieutenant? I mean, he doesn't have much experience in the field, if I have to be honest.».
Varrot simply turned toward Squire. «It is in the belief of the Gallian high command that he can hold that rank, and so it shall be.». Her answer was serious, catching both Welkin and Alicia off guard. «Jesus. What does that even god damn mean!?» Brian exclaimed. Squire simply turned toward him.
«[Welcome to Valkyria Chronicles.]» Squire responded. Suddenly, Welkin felt an hand on his shoulder. «Well, if it isn't nature lover Welkin.» the young man then said. He was around Welkin age, but had orange hair instead. «Faldio!?» Welkin answered confused, «I had no idea you enlisted too!»
«Yep. Now that there is a real war out I thought of joining.» Faldio said proudly. «A wise move! Any proud Germanian should stand against those Slavic hordes. Do not fear, with us on our side, not only we shall defend Gallia, but we shall also create Living Space for the people of Gallia.» Hans said proudly.
Everybody looked at him confused. Varrot then broke the silence. «You….know each other's?» she asked. Welkin nodded in agreement. «We knew each other's since university. I studied biology and he studied archeology.». Faldio sighed slightly. «And now look at us. No archeology, nor biology. But war.».
«Yeah, best bloody subject in life university.» Jack commented with obvious irony. Varrot sighed a bit. «That will be all for now. These shall be a strategic briefing later today. But you still have time, time for you to catch up. Until then, you're dismissed.». The entire group gave her a military salute.
Later, on the briefing
In front a large table showing the Imperial advance in Gallia was Varrot, with a serious look on her face. On the other end, there were Squire, Brian, Jack, Edmond, Hans, Welkin, Alicia and Isara. Before coming in, Welkin and the various tank commanders had a chance to see the various members of Squad 7.
Up to now, Squire was a bit disappointed by who was given to them. «{They might as well have put an Italian team.}» he thought to himself. Varrot quickly broke the silence. «I am not going to lie to you soldiers, the situation is grim.». Those words did not give much hope to be fair, but she said that she was going to be honest, so it was to be expected.
«Imperial forces have recently captured the vital Great Vasel Bridge.» Squire remained confused for a while. «The what?» he asked. Varrot simply sighed. «The Great Vasel Bridge. It was taken just yesterday, and it's a vital area for the conquest of Randgriz.». She then pulled out some pictures showing the city under Imperial occupation.
Squire was relatively shocked. «JESUS! They've bombed the defenses to the ground.». Varrot shook her head slightly. «About that….it was already like this three days before the battle begun from artillery fire.».
«Oh.» was all Squire said. He then looked at the map showing the Imperial occupation. «We must not give any more ground to these…..communist invaders.» he proclaimed.
He then turned to Varrot. «Send a message to the Gallian high command in Randgriz. We'll turn the outskirt of the bridge into a massive frontline. Tell the princess that I need trains, loaded with troops, and sent to the frontlines, without delay!» he then said, at times slamming his fist on the table.
Varrot remained silent for a while. «That's…..unlikely commander.» she then said. «Yes, I do realize that the industrial capabilities of the Kingdom of Gallia are not that great, [I must compliment the game developers for showing this kind of realism toward the industrial capabilities of such small country, so much for a change.]» Squire admitted.
«We'll use horses instead.» he then proposed. Varrot shook her head in disagreement. «I meant that we lack the manpower. We are scrapping the barrel already.» she said, with an irritated look. «Have we considered replacing the men, with artillery?» Squire once again proposed.
The idea surprised Varrot on how dumb it was. «That has to be the dumbest idea I've ever heard.» she responded, slightly pissed. It was Bill time to talk now. «Have we considered Operation "Mum come pick me up I'm scared"? AKA ask the Federation for help?».
At last a decent plan….but it was impossible none the less. «I'm afraid that is not possible, the Federation has refused to send troops in Gallia.». Squire was taken aback from her response. «Well this is bloody ridiculous! We would have prayed for another front in the Great War! It was the only reason we invited the Italians!».
Varrot sighed. «Tell that to the Federation.». Now that Squire and Bill spoke their mind, it was her time to speak. «Our Third Regiment will retake the bridge before defensive reinforcements can arrive.».
A small chuckle was then heard. «Hoe vreemd. De militie die een beetje een strategiebijeenkomst bijwoont. (How quaint. The militia holding a little strategy meeting on his own.)» an arrogant voice could be heard. The whole group turned to the door to see a man, on his early 50's, with brown mustaches, a small beard and sideboards.
The various tank commanders looked at the man in confusion. «I'm sorry but….who are you?» Hans asked bluntly. The man sighed heavily at the question. «General Damon, commander of the Gallian Central Army.». Hans was a bit confused. «Central Army? Aren't we being attacked from the North?».
Damon ignored the last question. «So this is the militia huh? Whatever, they're just country mice.». Brian coughed a bit. «What's that fella? Heard that the US's got back to isolationism.». Damon remained shook at the comment. He had heard of the qualities of these tanks, and realized that he needed them to hold the line.
«N-no offense, that is….» he apologized. «Well that's god damn better, fella!» Brian exclaimed. The general wiredrew with an irritated look on his face. Once he was gone, Hans spoke. «Is that our General? He's so fat that not even a 12.8 cm Pak 44 could penetrate it.»
«12 cm?!» Isara exclaimed. Varrot sighed heavily. «Exactly. And by far, Brian is the only person below him that managed to tell him to shut up.». A short silence, that actually felt like an eternity, followed. «Please tell me that he's as much as an asshole as a great commander.» Edmond almost prayed.
«Eh…..» Varrot responded. «Please tell me he did not make the plans for the liberation of Vasel.» Hans then begged. «Eh….» was Varrot response once more, this time more desperate. «Oh Gott. Nun, der Krieg ist verloren. (Oh god. Well, the war is lost.)».
«ANYWAY,» Varrot exclaimed, catching everybody's attention, «we'll begin by taking the western bank to gain a foothold to reclaim the bridge.». She then turned toward Welkin. «Lieutenant Gunther. I'm assigning Squad 7 to this task. It's your first mission, so be smart.».
«Yes captain!» he exclaimed. She then turned toward Faldio. «The other squads are on patrol, so remain sharp and ready to take the bridge. Now move out». The entire group gave her a military salute, and exited the room. Looks like their first real battle was to begin.
Outside of Vasel
Squad 7 arrived at the outskirt of Vasel. There was a small delay as Isara finally managed to repair the Tiger transmissions, while also putting a Ragnite motor, an hard job to be fair. But instead of attacking, they were simply…..waiting.
«Jesus, Welkin. What is the god damn hold up!» Brian exclaimed. Welkin sighed at the question. «The Regulars have been send first to secure a nearby area from the Imperials. They told us to wait.». Inside the city, the Regulars were inspecting the area for any enemies.
There was a sense of overconfidence in them. They haven't found a single enemy soldier so far, and this almost seemed like more of a cakewalk than a battle. Then, the group started to make their way toward a large building, which seemed to have an hangar of some sort.
Believing that it was safe, the group continued to advance carelessly. And this was noted by Squad 7, who was looking at the scene with their binoculars. «Ah ja natürlich! Eine scheinbar leere Position ohne feindliche Soldaten, obwohl berichtet wurde, dass das Gebiet stark besetzt war. Dieses Gebäude hat so viel Gewissheit, keine Falle zu haben wie Hermann Görings Versprechen, dass die Versorgung in Stalingrad sinkt. (Ah, yes, of course! A seemingly empty position with no enemy soldiers despite the fact that it was reported that the area was heavily occupied. That building has as much certainty of not having a trap than Hermann Göring promise of supply drop in Stalingrad.)».
Then, almost as a clue, several Imperial soldiers came out of the building alongside a tank, almost decimating the Regulars, who were forced to retreat. «Was für eine Überraschung! Das Gebäude mit der Aufschrift "Es ist eine Falle" war tatsächlich eine Falle! Und diese sollen die Elitetruppe von Gallia sein? Oh Gott wir sind beschissen. (What a surprise! The building that had a "It's a trap" feel written all over was actually a trap! And these are supposed to be the elite force of Gallia? Oh god we are screwed.)» Hans commented.
Welkin quickly realized that if he did nothing, the Regulars were going to be slaughtered. And while he had orders, he could not afford to see many Gallians die in front of him without doing anything. «C'mon team! Squad 7, move out!» he then exclaimed.
«Ich weiß, ich weiß. Wir müssen einen inkompetenten Verbündeten retten. Das ist wieder wie bei der Unternehmen Marita. (I know, I know. We have to save an incompetent ally. This is like Operation Marita all over again.)» Hans commented, with a lot of disappointment in his voice.
«God damn! We have to save our allies ass! Is this Operation Overlord once again?» Brian exclaimed, with an excited tone. «Bloody hell! We have to save our ally! This is like 1914 all over again in Belgium.» Squire commented. «Of course.» Jack then said.
Eduard remained silent for a while. «Huh. Nous devons sauver quelqu'un. C'est nouveau. (Huh. We have to save somebody. This is new.)» Eduard commented, as he rolled into action.
«All right, here's how it works. We'll split into two groups: city and riverside. I'll lead the riverside with the Edelweiss alongside Hans and Jack.». But as he spoke, he heard a voice.
«Shocktrooper here. Leave the offensive to me.». It was a tall, slender woman in her late twenties with brown eyes and brown hair that she kept in bunches. «Ah, yes, Miss Brigitte Stark, if I'm not mistaken.» Squire spoke, as he recognized the woman. The girl sighed at the British commander. «Call me Rosie, and cut the crap. We have a zone to conquer and teammates to save.».
Welkin then turned to the rest of the group. «City team. Your job is to save the Regulars. We'll create some noise over here. Brian, Eduard and Squire, help them in the fight». A loud sigh could be heard. «Fucking regulars. Acting all tough but fail at their first mission.». He was a large, muscular man in his mid-thirties, with brown eyes and dark brown hair that he kept in sideburns, which reached down to his chin like a beard in two halves. He was wearing the typical Gallian military uniform, complete with armored plating.
But it was his armor that caught the attention of Squire. «Say mister Largo Potter, is that a Gallian regulation weapon?» he commented. Largo grinned at the question. «This is a Lancaar. It could destroy your tanks in a single hit if you have some funny ideas, like turning your backs on us.».
But Squire was not impressed. «That's just a medieval lance, not even that sharp for that matter.». Largo simply snorted angrily at the comment. «All right, let's move!» Welkin then exclaimed. «Indeed! We have people to save and a zone to capture!» Squire exclaimed.
Inside of the city
The Regulars were barely holding out, as more and more Imperial forces were coming out. Then, an Imperial tank arrived, only to be blow up by Brian's tank. The regulars turned to see the Sherman rolling down the road. «YEEEEHAW! US army here to save the day. Out of the way private Mc. Nobody.» Brian exclaimed.
This was not well welcomed by the Regulars. «PRIVATE MC. NOBODY!?» one of the Regulars exclaimed. Before the discussion become heated, Squire intervened. «All right lads, no need to fight ourselves. Fight the enemy for a change!». The Regulars however were still pissed at the comment.
«We could have handled it on our own.» another Regular said, looking the other way in shame. Squire was not so sure, but remained silent. «All right, we did not come here simply to save you. We also have objectives to capture.». One of the militiamen face lit up in excitement.
She had long orange hairs and eyes almost matching their color. «Oh my, you mean like a strategic position that gives superiority to the local area?» she was all bouncy, ready to face any difficulty. «Yes, it's that plaza over there!» Squire pointed in response. It…didn't seem like an important location really.
«All right lads, let's take the objective.» he then ordered, with several infantrymen advancing forward. They were quickly stopped by Squire, after he noticed Imperials in a nearby building. «Hold it! Hold it!» he commanded. He quickly analyzed the situation.
«Sounds like a DP-27. Must be…..an enemy machine gunner. Or one of ours, really. [Or anyone who has reached level 20 support, now that I think about it.] Not to worry, we will-» he interrupted himself after he noticed that something was….missing. «handle it.» he continued, as he realized what it was.
Alicia, who had come in support of the defense of the Regulars, was charging against the Imperials like a mad gal, but she quickly yelped as she almost got hit by the bullets. Squire looked at her with a disappointed look. «[You see viewers, Valkyria Chronicles is the thinking man shooter. A game where, military cunning, patience and strategy matters. This isn't Call of Duty-» he was interrupted by fire from an Imperial tank.
«Bloody hell! TAKE THIS YOU BIG COMMIE BASTARDS!» he exclaimed in response, with the Churchill shooting the tank down. Brian and Edmond shoot down several other Imperial tanks, while the Regulars and the Militia were handling the infantry. One of the militiamen, a young man with short orange hairs and a scar near the eyes, shoot one of the Imperials, trying to outflank them.
The Imperials tried several times to outflank the tanks, but to no avail. One group tried to charge in bayonet fixed, but was stopped by Edmond. «Ah oui. Juste comme avec Napoléon. (Ah, yes. Just like with Napoleon.)». Brian too was enjoying himself. «YEEEHAW! Just like the Pacific, ain't it boys?».
«Indeed. I thought that the Soviets had improved from 41.» Bill commented. Squire smirked a bit. «41? These wankers haven't improved their military doctrines since Crimea!».
One tank, however, had managed to sneak past the group. But before he could take the shot, however, he was blown to pieces. It was Largo, with its Lancaar. «Still convinced it's still a lance, Squire?» he asked, smirking. Squire was indeed confused. «Huh. It throws projectiles. I didn't expect that.»
Largo paled for a second. «How was I supposed to destroy the tank without projectiles?!» he exclaimed. «Believe me fella. Fought the Japs in the Pacific. They got crazy suicidal sticks with grenades on top, they rammed the tank and it went in hell like Pearl Harbor!» Brian exclaimed.
Largo simply sighed. This was going to be a long battle.
Meanwhile, in the river side
All the tanks and the men that the city team weren't receiving were now on the riverside. Luckily, the squad had enough firepower to knock them out. Welkin had better control of the Edelweiss now that more people were inside, but he was still inexperienced in tank warfare.
«Welkin! Stop moving! You aren't going to hit anything if you are on the move. Where did they train you? The Hollywood tank ground? FIRE!» Hans criticized, before opening fire. Welkin took treasure of Hans words, and stopped the tank. «Fire!» he exclaimed, destroying an Imperial tank.
Rosie managed to take out some soldiers foolish enough to come out of their cover. A small horde arrived only to be destroyed by Jack's Crusader. Rosie smirked. «Nice shot.» she said.
«Thanks mate. Just doing my job. This is an Infantry tank, after all.» he responded. Meanwhile, the group continued massacring Imperial forces. «God this is just sad.» Jack commented. «You kidding? It's just like Kiev!» Hans exclaimed, as he continued to mow down Imperial forces.
«Das hängt davon ab, Captain. Auf welche Schlacht beziehst du dich? (That depends, Captain. What battle are you referring to?)» Max asked. «Ruiniere das nicht für mich! (Don't ruin this for me!)» Hans exclaimed as a response. The team continued to advance, this time largely unopposed.
Finally, a lone light Imperial tank came out to see the three tanks pointing their guns at him. He didn't even try. «Netu. YA vozvrashchayus' v svoy lager' v Sibiri. (Nope. I'm going back to my camp in Siberia.)» the tank commander commented, before retreating.
After that….peculiar scene, the group continued advancing, getting near their objective. Slowly but steadily, they were starting to met up with their companions. As a matter of fact, Welkin tank was reached by the scar boy. « Oscar! Is iedereen oké?! (Oscar! Is everybody ok?!)» Welkin exclaimed. Oscar nodded in agreement. « Het gaat goed, maar er zijn veel vijanden (We are fine, but there's a lot of enemies!)».
«Stop complaining and keep on firing!» Hans exclaimed. « Ja! Zumindest ist es nicht Winter! (Yeah! At least it's not winter!)» Max commented as he drove forward. After a while, all Imperial resistance was eliminated. «Looks like there are no more of them.» Rosie commented.
«Brilliant! Yet another victory of the democratic west against the oppressive Communist party!» Squire proclaimed. Brian then turned to Hans. «Not bad Jerry! Just like Castle Itter all over again!». Hans grinned at the American. « Danke! (Thanks!) Nazist or not, we cannot let the Soviets advance anymore into European territory!».
A militiaman with long black hairs and dark eyes then walked toward Squire. «Commander Squire! You said we need to capture the objective. How do we do it?». Squire turned to see the militiamen. «Well it's quite simple mister Hannes Salinger. We just stand here, raise the Gallian flag, and wait. And hope that there are no enemies nearby.».
Largo shook his head in disapproval. «There's no chance for that. [They are all in the following area.]».
«Really?» Squire asked confused. Largo nodded. «[Here .Check the map.]». Squire quickly understood what was going on. «[Well that's just perfect. Where's our team? Oh, of course, there it is.]». In the meantime, the Gallian flag was raised where once the Imperial flag was.
This was the beginning of a tale of resistance and fight against the Imperial forces. The first real battle of Welkin Gunther. And the beginning of the test of Squad 7 sanity.
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