A Brits, a Yankee, a French and an Hun in Gallia
Answering the reviews
-K: yeah, that's one of the thing I hate the most of anime. Stop with the speeches! You know who also made speeches? Hitler! Are anime protagonists Hitler now? Don't worry, I'll release the Isara/Hans interaction after this chapter. Also for the Ghost Legion, the main villain, could you make him like some sort of Dark Knight Joker?
Commander Varrot had been called by Squad 7, as she learnt that there was something important that she had to see. As she waited for Welkin and the rest of the tank squadron to arrive, she could not but notice a large flat road that was made. What were they planning exactly?
Finally, Welkin and the rest of the squad leaders arrived. «This better be a good reason for me to be here. I'm a very busy woman trying to defend Gallia.» she said with a cold tone. She could not afford to waste time in pointless chatting.
«Ah, do not fear my dear. For you see, what you are about to witness will be the greatest technological advancement, at least in warfare, that the Gallian kingdom shall receive in millennia's!» Squire exclaimed. He then pointed at the sky. «Now I want you to take a good look in the sky. You certainly don't want to miss those fine beauties!».
Varrot remained confused. «What…beauties?» she asked, as she looked at the sky. Suddenly, however, the planes that helped the Squad against the combined Soviet/Imperial attack, started to descent toward the street created.
Varrot dropped her jaw in surprise at what she was seeing. She saw the technological improvement of war first handily, when she entered the militia, but she had never seen something like that. «Jesus Christ! What are those!?» she exclaimed in shock.
«Those, my dear, are airplanes. And what you are currently seeing, is the world FIRST airport! Yes…..from this small patch in the desert, with collaboration of the Allied nations, Gallia shall be the pioneer of flight engineering in this planet! Mark my world, the world shall tremble to the great Gallian Royal Air force! Yes…» Squire responded.
Varrot smirked at the comment. «Not going to lie. You guys always surprise me. I'm literally speechless.» she said, proudly. «Yes…. And there's no need to give them any information's. they are currently up to date with the current events, and know that the Soviets, and also the Imperials, are the enemy.» Squire told Varrot. He then put an hand on her shoulder.
«Now, I should recommend… you see that guy that is exiting that B7A2 Ryusei? The one with slitty eyes? That right there, is a Japanese from the empire of Japan, our equivalent of the Gipanguese Empire, so I would recommend to not mention comfort women, or he's going to apologize for the entire bloody war. Or, alternately, he's going to direct highly sexualized cartoons which will rival Disney.» Squire recommended.
«And you couldn't even have a boner with it because most of the girls aren't even 18 years old, considering how low the consent age is in Japan.» Hans commented. «This is Darwin all over again. The Japs survived hurricanes, countless earthquakes, European colonialism, dozens of incendiary bombings, and god knows what else. Pretty sure there's nothing that can definitely kill those bloody bastards. Tell you what, we'll have to invade their shitty island before they even consider capitulating.» Jack shot back.
Squire looked at him with awkwardness. «Uhh, you might had jinx on that.» was all he said. Edmond sighed. «Well I hope that once we're back in Indochina we won't have to fight the natives again. Those Japanese did a number in there regarding nationalism.».
«Well if ye guys move out, we move in and punch those guerrillas to the dirt. What are they goin to do? Use the trees?» Brian cockily said. Squire looked at him disappointed. «Good luck becoming a Super Power, mate. Your country might cause many covert stuff to happen in the coming decades.».
However Brian remained silent for a while. «Well, now that I think bout it, how the hell are we even goin to enter the god damn thing?! We gon need a reason to participate!».
«You could have the Indochinese destroy some boats. I mean, it worked at Pearl Harbor.» Bill commented. «Well that sure was a jolly good conversation. Pretty sure we confused our Gallian friends even more. Anyway, here comes the pilots! Yes…..» Squire then said.
The five pilots were in a perfect line, giving the military salute to Varrot.
«Pilot James of the United States Strategic Air Forces in Gallia, here to bomb sum commies!» the SB2A proclaimed. Considering the nationality, Varrot was not surprised by the terms he used.
«Garia no nipponrikugun kōkū sābisu no pairotto Haruto. (Pilot Haruto of the Imperial Japanese Army Air Service.)» the B7A2 pilot said, before lunging his arms forward, putting them down, and raising them while screaming Banzaii. Varrot had heard that this was a Gipanguese war cry, but she never had heard it so close.
« Pilot Ernst der Luftflotte 6 in Gallia. Machen wir den Boden frei von diesen russischen Bastarden! (Pilot Ernst of Air Fleet 6 in Gallia. Let's clear the ground from these Russian bastards!)» the Ju-87 proudly said, while giving Varrot a Nazi salute. She was always impressed how the Germans were so willing to fight for Gallia. Despite the fact that, apparently, they invaded them in their world, she actually liked them a lot.
And last but not least. «Pilota Marco, Corpo Aereo Italiano in Gallia. Al vostro servizio. Vivo o morto, dalla Gallia ,fino a quando i comunisti sono fuori, io non me ne vado. (Pilot Marco, Italian Air Corps in Gallia. At your service. Dead or alive, from Gallia, until the communists are pushed out, I won't leave.)» the pilot of the C.202 said.
Varrot, after giving them a military salute, responded. «My name is commander Varrot. From now on we shall communicate in English.».
«YES MA'AM!» they exclaimed. «At the moment, we have no orders from the Gallian High Command. Here, our engines work differently than in your world, and as such, we will have to change them. Technician Isara.» Varrot called the young Darcsen girl.
«Yes ma'am!» she exclaimed, while giving a military salute. «Do you think you can create a ragnite engine for them? If yes, how much time you need?» she asked. Isara smiled in determination. «Do not worry. Give me half an hour and I will have those engines completely analyzed. As for the construction of our own engines….it might take a while.» she said, a bit embarrassed at the last part.
«All right. as soon as the engines are ready to go, Squad 7 and Squad 1 will go on a reconnaissance mission. There seems to be Imperial/Soviet activity nearby. If possible, deal with the threat.» she said. «Yes ma'am!» the entire group exclaimed.
«Do not worry, ma'am. Now that the skies are ours, the Ruskies don't stand a chance. Victory shall be achieved by tea time!» Squire then exclaimed. Varrot smiled as a response. «I'm sure you will. Up to now you guys have never disappointed.».
Welkin however raised his hand. «Commander Varrot. Commander Gerhard? Mind if I have a request? I would like to move Gerhard tank to Squad 1.». the two looked at Welkin confused. «Now now, it's not because I don't like him, but…..i just feel so bad having all these tanks while Squad 1 has no armored support. Besides, considering the Soviets are supporting the Imperials, what if they meet them?» Welkin reassured Gerhard.
Faldio, which was there to see the planes landing, looked surprised. «Welkin…..Wow. Je bent veruit de minst arrogante en egoïstische commandant die ik ooit heb gezien. (You are by far the least arrogant and selfish commander I've ever seen.)». He was clearly moved by Welkin decision.
«You have my authorization. What about you Gerhard?» Varrot asked the German commander. «No problem. I was actually starting to like the guy, but I'm sure that this guy here will be just as good.» Gerhard responded. «By the way, the name is Faldio. Pleased to meet you.» Faldio then said, after shaking his hand.
Some time later
As Isara had successfully put ragnite engines on the planes with the support of other technicians, with Hans nearby just to make sure that they didn't have any funny ideas about bulling her. As the Squad was advancing in the desert, there seemed to be a discussion.
«You see? Even more proof that this is the Benelux region. Although I'm surprised that the Spanish-I meant Assenians went so far in Europe. I mean, they are basically in the bloody Baltic's!» Squire exclaimed. They were apparently discussing about what is Gallia exactly in this world.
«Heh. Believe me. Even though those guys controlled our nation a long time ago, I'm not that mad at them.» Largo commented. «Now just one last question that shall answer all of my doubts. Is there a French-I mean Valoisian community in Gallia? Preferably in the south?» Squire asked.
Welkin sighed heavily. «Oh god….yes there is. And it's really annoying. There's this noble family that keeps bragging about independence called Gassenarl, and the whole time I was in southern Gallia it was impossible to sleep because these guys kept doing nationalist speeches even at night.».
«I also heard that the head of that family, Count Gilbert Gassenarl, is a serious anti Darcsen racist.» Isara commented. «Huh. Might have to have a conversation with him later.» Hans then said. «Just a question, what are Valoisian so far in Europe? I mean, how did they even get here?» Bill asked.
«They are the descendant of Valoisian colonists that arrived here during the Napolenic wars.» Welkin responded. «Ah, yes. Of course. you know, for a nation that claims to never surrender, I have to say, no offense, that you had a lot of forei-wait hold on a second.» Squire interrupted himself.
«Napolenic wars? Don't you mean Napoleonic wars?» he then continued. «Were those wars committed by a small guy that conquered Western Europa?» Welkin asked. Squire was taken by surprise. «Bloody hell! It is! Wait…and who won exactly?»
«They were a Valoisian success. It's because of them that the Atlantic Federation exist today.» was Rosie response. Squire remained silent for a while, to recover from the hit he just received. «Dear god! The French won! Are you telling me that the Atlantic Federation is just Valois and its puppet states!? IS ENGLAND-I MEANT EDINBOURG A VALOISIAN PUPPET!?» Squire exclaimed in shock and comic anger.
«They…are not really puppets. They are completely independent. They just need to aid Valois or any other nations of the Federation against foreign threats.» Welkin nervously said. «Tsk. Of course. The cowards.» Squire commented.
Edmond just glared at Squire. «Un jour tu seras seul. Et vous allez prier pour votre vie, anglais. (One day you will be alone. And you will pray for your life, English.)» was all he said, but Squire did not hear it.
«Just a question. Why did they call it "Atlantic Federation"? Wouldn't have it been better "European Union"?» Hans asked. «They thought to call it that, but then the Vinlandians decided to ally themselves around the Napolenic wars during the war of 1812. I think that the United States of Vinland are the equivalent of your world United States of America.» Isara responded.
«Hell yeah! Murica saves the day once again! Knew that if we were in the gaw damn war, London would be speaking French!» Brian exclaimed. «You didn't do that much really. All you did was having your capital burnt to the ground, distract the Edinbourguese army for a bit and wait for the Valoisian to save you.» Welkin responded.
«Wha-saved by the French? That's gaw damn impossible! America has the best army in the world!» Brian exclaimed desperate. «Well…..you have now the best army in the world. Maybe back then it still wasn't?» Hans tried to console Brian out of pity.
« Now listen here ye gaw damn kraut. Ye say something like that again, doubting the greatness of America, and I will have this gun up your a-HOLY MOTHER OF JOSEPH WHAT IS THAT GAW DAMN THING!?» Brian exclaimed.
«What do you mea-JESUS!» Squire exclaimed at the sight. It was a large structure, definitely not natural. «My gawd…..It's a weapon of mass destruction! The Imperials are goin to wreck this country here!» Brian exclaimed.
«Weapons of mass destruction? In 1935? Nah mate, they don't even know what a plane is, let alone know how to create a super weapon of some sort. Besides, why put it here? In the desert? In the middle of nowhere. With no supplies. Against….some militia. While they are at war with a major power. Nah, if this thing was indeed a weapon of mass destruction, they would be too busy plastering the Federation.» Squire commented.
He then had a closer look at the structure. «No, what this is, in my mind, is most likely a ruin of the past, built around the time of the Valkyrian wars. A monument of some sort.». Largo and Rosie were relatively intrigued.
«Huh. What kind of structure even is?» Largo asked. «It's really a weird place for something like this.» Rosie then commented. «Well, if we find some sort of stele that is written in multiple languages, we might know.» Edmond commented.
« Hallo allemaal. Waar gaat het alle- HEILIGE SHIT! (Hello guys. What's all the fuss abo-HOLY SHIT!)» Faldio, who had just arrived with his squad, exclaimed at the sight. «Oh, nothing particular Faldio, it's just we weren't expecting to find the bloody Amstel royal castle!» Squire exclaimed.
«Oh god….it's…..it's…..IT'S AMAZING!» Faldio exclaimed, catching everybody off guard. «Faldio? You all right? Have you caught a heat stroke?» Hans asked worried. «No, no, it's just….do you guys have any idea of what is that?!» Faldio exclaimed once again.
«An ancient ruin of some sort?» Mikalai asked. «That right there is a Valkyria ruin! Built millennia's ago! There are so few of them, every one of them is a treasure to understand what this region was like around that time!» Faldio responded. No one had ever seen him like this.
«Well then. I guess you are the Archeological version of Welkin.» Bill commented. «Anyway, should….should we get inside?» Welkin asked. «Nah. I doubt that there are any Imperial forces in there. After all, I doubt ancient ruins make for a good modern fortress against tanks and artillery shells.» Squire commented.
Alicia however turned to her back. «Uh…guys? Do you hear that?» she asked. Soon, the entire squad turned to see what was going on.
On the horizon, a large group of tanks, around 10 M10 GMC, 12 M3 Stuarts, and an equal number of M5A1 and M2A4 were strolling in the desert. «YEEEEEHAW! Operation Desert Storm…uh….THUNDER! YEAH! Operation Desert Thunder is a gaw damn go!» one of the M10 GMC commanders exclaimed.
«Tanks! 12 o'clock!» one of the M3 Stuarts exclaimed, pointing at the tanks of Squad 7 and Squad 1. «Not to worry fella! They are friends of the US of A! Let's greet them Murica style!» the M10 GMC responded. The large tank group started to drive forward towards our heroes.
«Who are they!? Are they asking for trouble!?» Largo exclaimed as he prepared his Lancaar. «Nah, that must be an American tank platoon. They are friends…..ironically.» Hans commented. The leading M10 GMC tank arrived first.
«Good day to ya fellas! Don't worry. We know. We are at war against the Soviets. And the Empire. We received the communiqué.» the commander said.
Earlier
As soon as the plane's engines were ready, the various pilots were sent in various locations of Gallia to communicate all Allied forces (minus the Soviets) and the Axis forces that they were now to support Gallia against the Empire.
Marco reached his speaker after a while of flight. «Beh se non altro eviteremo di avere un altra Cassibile (Well, at least we will avoid having a second Cassibile.)» he commented to himself.
He then cleared his throat. «Attention! Attention to all the Allied and Axis forces! You are no longer at war with each others! Currently, you are in another planet, and you are to support the nation of Gallia, which is basically this world equivalent of the Netherlands. You are currently at war against the East European Imperial Alliance, or Empire, which is essentially the Soviet Union if the Tsar was back. You are to move toward unoccupied Gallia in the south, until you find a liberated Gallian city or a Gallian division. You'll recognize them because they wear blue, while the Imperials wear an armor. As for the Soviet forces, I would recommend fighting for Gallia. I mean, you wouldn't fight for the Tsar again, right?»
And with that, the communiqué was finished. Underneath Marco's plane, the squad of American tanks we saw earlier heard it all. «Well now. Ya hear the fella! Looks like Commie tanks are on the menu boys!» the M10 GMC commander exclaimed.
«And that is how we met ya fellas!» he finished. «All right. Might if I ask, what is your name?» Welkin asked. «M'name s'Michael. Well, what are we waitin for? Let's kick some Commies to the ground!» he responded. Welkin then turned to give Faldio a teasing look.
«You sure you don't want to visit it?» Welkin asked. Faldio simply laughed it off. «Nah, I'm cool. When Gallia shall be cleared from Imperials, I might do it.» he responded. «Speaking of Imperials…» Squire then said, as he spotted a bunch of Imperial soldiers entering the structure.
«My gawd! They're trying to find secret weapons in dem ruins right there! They gon find the lost ark! Which inside will have the holy Grail!» Brian exclaimed. «Or, most likely, they will find some archeological relics that will not give any support to the war effort. Believe me, I speak for experience.» Hans responded.
«Right. Let's take a look inside. So we can understand what the Empire is after.» Faldio then said. Welkin turned to Alicia. «Alicia, come with me. Squire, Bill, Hans, Max, Brian, Edmond, Jack, Mikalai. Do you know how to fight as infantry?» Welkin asked.
«Do not worry. I'm sure we all have countless years of training and expertise.» Squire responded. Welkin then turned to the rest of the men and women. «I want you to protect the tanks. No one is to try and flank us.».
«HA! I'd like to see the Commies flank the pure Murican steel!» Michael exclaimed.
Meanwhile, inside of the ruins
Prince Maximilian was analyzing the surrounding he was in. «Skazhi mne, Selvaria. Eti steny predlagayut otvet na nash poisk? (Tell me, Selvaria. Do these walls offer an answer to our search?)» he asked serious. «Nu, sudya po moim godam izucheniya Valkiriyskoy rasy, ya by skazal ... v tualete, moy prints. (Well, judging by my years of study of the Valkyria race, I'd say...in the toilet, my prince.)» she responded.
He massaged his chin at the answer. «Da. YA znal, chto oni byli prodvinutymi, no vse zhe. V lyubom sluchaye, ya somnevayus', chto nezavisimo ot togo, naskol'ko oni prodvinuty, ikh tualetnaya bumaga mozhet pomoch' nam v bor'be protiv Galliytsev i Federatsii. (Huh. I knew that they were advanced, but still. Anyway, I doubt that, no matter how advanced they are, their toilet paper can help us in the fight against the Gallians and the Federation.)» he commented.
«Pri etom ... vy dumayete, chto oni ostavili kakuyu-to kartu dlya navigatsii vnutri zdaniya? Vy znayete, kak na tekh supermarketakh, kotoryye oni nedavno vnedrili v stolitse? (That being said...do you think that they left some sort of map to navigate inside of the building? You know, like in those super markets that they recently implemented in the capital?)» he then asked the woman.
«YA ne znayu, no ya prodolzhu iskat', pok-Podozhdite minutku...(I don't know, but I shall continue looking unti-wait a moment...)» she then said, as she noticed something. «Chto eto, ditya moye? (What is it, my child?)» Maximilian asked.
«Valkof, svyashchennoye kop'ye, obzhigayushchiy beskraynyuyu zemlyu… spyashchiy vechno v lone Randgriz. (Valkof, the holy lance, scorcher of the vast earth...asleep eternal in the bosom of Randgriz.)» she answered her prince.
« Obzhigatel' ogromnoy zemli, a? Nu, eto mozhet byt' polezno dlya nashey taktiki vyzhzhennoy zemli. Stranno nayti etu informatsiyu v tualete vsekh mest. (Scorcher of the vast earth, huh? Well it can be useful for our scorched earth tactics. Weird to find those information in the toilet of all places.)» Maximilian commented.
« Khekh. Ikh slova. Ne moy. (Heh. Their words. Not mine.)» she responded. Maximilian then smiled. « Blagodarya etomu nasha mechta stala real'nost'yu. Imperiya budet pravit' po vsey Yevrope! (With this, our dream is made hard fact. The Empire shall rule all over Europe.)»
Not too far away
Welkin, Alicia, Faldio, Squire, Bill, Hans, Max, Brian, Edmond, Jack and Mikalai were walking stealthily, so that they could not be heard by the Imperials. However, they haven't found a single enemy soldier. «Aheam….Hello? Anyone here? Any communist by any chance? Oh no! I'm…. running out of ammunition! And it's going to be hard getting more! On top of that, I don't appear to have much food with me, and it's quite chilly right now. Sure a shame if, you know, a RUSSIAN battalion came and try to encircle us!» Squire exclaimed.
«Oh believe me, it's not going to work. If the Russians don't want to be found, they will not.» Hans commented. Welkin then noticed a wall. «Guys…there seems to be some kind of writing right here…..» he said. «Oh, not to worry, I'm sure it's just Russian. Let me try and read it.» Squire responded, as he cleared his throat.
« "To all soldiers of the motherland, do not hesitate to commit atrocities against innocent Gallian civilians, even if they surrender. Why, if you see even the shadow of a Gallian, prepare to commence Operation Rape time, and have no mercy on the capitalistic scum." Well, there you have it. Their words, not mine.» Squire read.
Welkin obviously was not convinced. «You don't know what's written, do you?» he asked desperate. «Well it was convincing wasn't it?» Squire responded. Faldio sighed heavily. «That is not Russian. That is Northern script. An ancient language that was used in all Europa during the Valkyria rule. I can read it.».
He then cleared his throat. « "To all the people of the Valkyrian empire. The Darcsen are the true evil of this world. Countless times they tried to subjugate Europe to their will, but we, the Valkyrians, which are obviously benevolent, have saved the innocent people of Europe against those warmongers. Multiple times they tried to use the secret proprieties of Ragnite to defeat us, but to no avail. This ancient town was once the symbol of their oppression. Now, not even plants grow from the power of the blue flame." In short, they basically destroyed this city to defeat the Darcsen, apparently.»
«Wow. That's….impressive. Such powerful weapons even back then.» Alicia said, remaining speechless. «Better not mention Nagasaki or Hiroshima I guess.» Brian commented. «Nordic bias over powered most likely.» Edmond sighed.
«Sounds like the Darcsen had their own Warsaw but with a giant magic bomb Lance thingy» Mikalai commented. However, in all the conversation, Hans had remained silent, seemingly boiling with anger. Squire quickly realized what was going on.
«What do you me-oh onzin. (oh crap.)» Faldio said before realizing it too. «Mmmmmmmmmmgeaaaaaaaaagh! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! THAT'S IT! THAT IS FUCKING IT! ANYONE ATTACKING ANY GER-DARCEN I MEAN DARCEN I AM GOING TO JACKBOOT THEIR THROAT! I WILL DROWN THEM IN THEIR OWN BLOOD! I'LL MASS MURDER ANY VALKYRIA I FIND! I'LL GAS THEM ALL!» Hans exclaimed in a massive fit of anger.
In another room
«Presvyataya Mater' Vladimirskaya, chto eto bylo ?! (Holy mother of Vladimir what was that!?)» Maximilian exclaimed. «YA ne znayu moyego gospodina. Kazhetsya, prishel iz drugoy komnaty. Dolzhny li my rassledovat'? (I don't know my lord. It seems to came from another room. Should we investigate?)» Selvaria asked.
«Nu konechno! Naskol'ko ya mogu sudit', ya pochti uveren, chto my razbudili boga gneva Darsena! (Well off course! As much as I can tell, I'm pretty sure we just awoken the Darcsen god of anger!)» Maximilian responded, as he started to walk into the next room.
Meanwhile, outside
Isara looked worried at the structures after hearing the screaming's. «Uh…guys….was that Hans?» she asked worried. «Oh shit ik moet me verbergen. (Oh shit I got to hide.) Michael let me in or Hans is going to wear my skin as a shirt if he finds me!» Rosie panicked.
«Don't worry gal get in!» he exclaimed. Isara remained pale for a second. «Oh don't worry my dear. Hans is a good guy. I met him during the tank training. A bit nationalist, but he's a good guy.» Gerhard reassured the girl. «I hope so.» she said shyly.
Inside of the ruins, back to the plot
As Hans breathed heavily from the shouting, Max put an hand on his shoulder. «Hans beruhige dich! Geh nicht zum Nazi. Ich meine es so. Du machst deinen Freunden Angst. (Hans calm down! Don't go Nazi. I mean it. You're scaring your friends.)».
Hans realized what a scene he made, and calmed down. «Oh. Sorry... I kinda lost it back there.» Hans apologized. But Squire was infuriated by the show of anger of the German. «You idiot! What were you trying to do!? Attract the entire Russian army!?».
«Oh please, you probably already did as we entered the building.» Alicia shot back. «Guys! Quit it! It's no time to quarrel!» Welkin exclaimed. The whole group was surprised. «Welkin? What about your "head butting" ideal? I've noticed that you enter in other's discussion quite often actually.» Alicia commented.
Welkin sighed. «I thought it worked once, but then there was a bit of an incident between Hans and Rosie.».
A day earlier than the operation in Barious desert
Rosie glared angrily at one of the Darcsen of the regiment, but was quickly caught by Hans. «What do you think you're doing miss?» he asked. While she was a bit scared of him, she had no intention to let him boss her around.
«Listen here buddy. I don't care about your position, I'll let you know that I can fight back!» she shot back. Hans simply politely smiled. «Ah, don't worry. I'm here to actually discuss about your Darcsen hatred problem and how it's a bad thing. And I have a pretty solid argument.».
«And what would that be?» she asked angrily. Hans then pulled a Luger pistol. «It's a Luger. A toggle-locked recoil-operated semi-automatic pistol. And its bullets are going through your leg. How's that for an argument?».
Rosie simply paled.
«When I intervened in the scene I found five militia soldier with gun wounds in their legs. Hans laughed when I said 5.» Welkin said with a pale face. However, after a while, footstep could be heard coming from another room.
Faldio saw a glimpse of two figures. «Who's there!?» he exclaimed. Maximilian and Selvaria came out of the shadows with a solemn walk. Squire was quick to recognize the two. «That….THAT….is the bloody son of a Trotsky that has been sent here to command the invasion of Gallia, prince Maximilian Gaius Von Reginrave. Which makes the lass beside him Brigadier General Selvaria Bless. I heard stories about her. That she has the sizes of a mountain, and is as ferocious as a hound. They call her….the Boobskrieg…..» Squire responded.
Alicia remained silent. «Really? The Boobskrieg? THAT'S the nickname you know her from?» Alicia commented embarrassed. «Well it's kind of the most obvious element about her. [I mean what were the game designer thinking of making her a well developed character while giving her a rack the size of Belarus?]» Bill commented.
«[Typical Japanese….]» Squire commented. «Well then…we don't get many visitors around these parts….» Maximilian said with a polite tone. He then walked forward. «Yes. You are correct. I am prince Maximilian Gaius Von Reginrave. And I have to say that it is an honor meeting such brave and ferocious fighters such as yourself, even as enemies.».
«It….really doesn't come down on courage. Your tanks kind of suck if I have to be honest.» Squire commented. Maximilian sighed. «You think that too, don't you? I swear, how am I supposed to use a fast mechanized force to invade Gallia if what father gives me is as deadly as uncle Vladimir bicycle collection. It's a miracle that those Soviets have arrived to help us.».
«You know, I can't believe I'm saying this, but….I kind of like you. You don't seem to be the usual arrogant evil guy.» Welkin commented. Maximilian looked at him annoyed. «What? [Just because I'm the villain in this fanfiction doesn't make me a jerk!]».
«[Wow, I…..guess you have a point, really.]» Faldio commented. «So tell me chump, what brings you in this…..fairly still intact ruin in the middle of the desert?» Squire asked. Maximilian scratched the back of his head. «Oh nothing, I'm just…..exploring…».
«You're looking for relics aren't you?» Hans asked. «Yes, I am.» Maximilian answered in defeat with a sigh. «Anyway, as much of you being a….fairly friendly chump, I'm afraid that we will have to take you prisoner. Now now, don't try to escape, you have a multitude of the world finest guns pointed at you, and I wouldn't recommend escaping.» Squire continued.
«Yes, I believe that you are ri-WHAT IN THE NAME OF KIEV RUS IS THAT!?» Maximilian exclaimed. «What? WHERE!?» Squire exclaimed. The entire squad turned around, only to see nothing. «What? The place is more empty tha-» Brian commented before seeing that Maximilian and Selvaria had fled.
«Gaw damn it! They got away!» Brian exclaimed. «Well no point in staying in here. We might as well exit and hope that the Soviets haven't tried to overrun our position.» Jack commented.
The group finally exited the structure, meeting with the rest of the squad. «So? How it went?» Largo asked. «We need to move quickly. Maximilian is here. And I'm pretty sure that he-» Welkin started to talk, before one of the Stuarts was destroyed.
«Damn it! They got one of us!» Largo exclaimed. «My gawd! It's an entire Red Army Tank battalion!» Michael exclaimed. On their left, there was an entire squadron composed by several T-44-100, Imperial soldiers and Imperial Tanks. «All right, let's take them out!» Rosie exclaimed, before a large projectile, coming from the right, hit some ground nearby.
«Well that was sure lucky.» Squire commented. «Oh god! They are using a pincer maneuver!» Hans exclaimed. Welkin remained silent for a while. «Alicia, Rosie, Largo, all of Squad 7! Help Faldio against those tanks. Me and the rest of the tanks will go and see what just fired that shot and then come back. I don't know why, but I have the feeling that Maximilian is that way.».
«What about us!?» Michael exclaimed. «You help Faldio. They are going to need your support.» Welkin responded. «Good luck Welkin!» Alicia exclaimed.
«How are you so bloody sure that Maximilian is there? [You read the bloody plot or something?]» Jack commented. «I…guess so?» Welkin answered. «Well I hope that he's there, because I'm going to show him how a true Murican fights! I swear, by the time I'm done, he's going to pray for Operation Barbarossa! I'll take that shitty cape of his and strangle him with i-oh Jesus.» Brian continued to talk, as they were driving on the right, only to finally meet Maximilian personal tank.
That was the Batomys, a 20 meters long, 10 meters width, 8 meters tall, 245 tons super tanks equipped with a 340 mm cannon and several machine guns. « Strelok! Vystrel iz pugayushchego snaryada! (Gunner! Shot the intimidation shell!)» Maximilian ordered.
«Da ser! (Yes sir!)» the gunner exclaimed. And so he did.
Not too far away
A Gallian light tank of the Regular army was driving in the desert in patrol. « Uh ... captain? Waarom voel ik dit ongelooflijke gevaar? (Uh...captain? Why do I feel this incredible sense of danger?)» the driver asked. « Kom op. Wij zijn Galliërs! We lachen om het gezicht van gevaar! Daarnaast is er geen modder in de buurt dus er is niets om bang voor te zi-. (Oh please. We're Gallians! We laugh at the face of danger! Beside there's no mud around so there's nothing to fea-.)» the commander responded before the tank was destroyed by the shell.
« Da. Otlichnyy vystrel. (Huh. Nice shot.)» Maximilian commented. Meanwhile, the tank commanders below were all pale. «Huh. Welkin?» Squire asked. «Ja? (Yes?)» Welkin responded pale. «Put away your Dutch courage for just a moment, and prepare to get out of here quickly. Oh, and Bill?» Squire asked.
«Yes sir?» Bill responded trembling a bit. «You better break, the emergency biscuits. We're gonna need them. Again.» Squire said. «Well if we're going to retreat, let's make sure that he doesn't see us! SMOKE THAT SON OF A BITCH!» Brian exclaimed.
«Smoke? Ah, yes! Smoke! Smoke him!» Squire exclaimed, as the various tanks started to shoot smoke at the tank. After a while, the enemy tank was covered in fog. «Brilliant, the enemy tank is more foggy than a Londoners afternoon. In the meantime, REVERSE! REVERSE! REVERSE!» Squire exclaimed.
« Chert! Dym! YA nichego ne vizhu! (Damn it! Smoke! I can't see a thing!)» Maximilian exclaimed. « Dolzhny li my prodvinut'sya ser? (Should we advance sir?)» the driver of the Batomys asked. « Da, konechno. Uchityvaya strategiyu papy vsegda dvigat'sya vpered, ya somnevayus', chto etot tank deystvitel'no khorosh v dvizhenii zadnim khodom. (Well of course. Considering dad's strategy of always advancing, I doubt that this tank is really that good in reversing.)» Maximilian responded.
Meanwhile, our brave heroes were behind a large rock, trying to understand the situation. «Oh god. Oh bullocks. This is bad.» Squire said in full panic. «My gawd! I was gettin used on these smaller Imperial tanks, this is our Europe all over again!» Brian exclaimed.
«Well I guess that's what the Soviet and you guys felt when the Tigers arrived.» Hans commented. «What? Ye talkin shit bout mass produced tanks!?» Brian exclaimed. «Well…at the very least our tanks could take a bit more of a beating.» Hans responded.
«Guys! Stop with the dick measurement contest and let's try to figure out how to beat this guy!» Welkin exclaimed. «Well, currently the Lenin wannabe controls the Eastern side of the rock, while we control, the western side. I propose to call the engineers, and create a line of entrenchment.» Bill was the first to speak.
«And what? Create some sort of a wall, in the middle of the desert? The only thing that this will do is create territorial disputes between the Empire and Gallia!» Squire responded. «What? Ain't that what we're doing in Palestine-I mean YEAH! A line in the desert? What's this? Some sort of Commie afternoon activity?!» Brian exclaimed.
«What if we try to blend in the environment and try some sort of guerrilla fighting? I mean it worked for a bit last time against the Edinbourguese.» Welkin proposed. «Nah. Just wait before he starts using scorched earth tactics and starts to build some concentration camps. Besides, last time you had better blending uniforms.» Squire responded.
Meanwhile, on the other side, with the Batomys still, but with its engine on.
« Voditel'! V to vremya kak u nas yego mnogo, my ne dolzhny prosto tratit' dragotsennoye Ragnit! Podumayte o drugikh stranakh, kotoryye ne mogut sebe etogo pozvolit'! ( Driver! While we have plenty of it, we shouldn't just waste precious Ragnite! Think about other countries that can't afford it!)» Maximilian scolded the driver.
« Prostite, ser, kazhetsya, ya ne mogu vyklyuchit' yego! (I'm sorry sir, it seems that I'm unable to turn it off!)» the driver apologized. « V takom sluchaye nam luchshe prodvigat'sya. (In that case, we better advance.)» he ordered, with the tank lunging forward.
And our heroes noticed. «Oh god he's on the move.» Welkin panicked. «W-well so shall we! Come on lads! Let's take him by the Sevastopol!» Squire exclaimed trying to be brave. But as they drove to the other side, they found that the Batomys was gone. Meanwhile, the Batomys was in the location where they were.
«Oh, blimey! He's gone!» Squire exclaimed. As such, the tanks started to circle around ,once more, trying to find each others, around the rock. «Bullocks! We missed him again!» Squire once again exclaimed. «Look at the bright side. We're making him consume Ragnite.» Bill tried to reassure the commander.
Another circling around, and the tanks did not find each other. «So this is what they mean by Russian Military Deception.» Squire noted. Once again the tanks circled around the rock. «Not a single vodka in sight, let's go around again.» Squire then said.
«Oh god….I think I'm going to be sick…» Isara commented. «Yeah I know right? This is pretty exiting!» Bill responded.
Some time later, after more circling around the rock
Maximilian tank and the opposing tanks were reversing. Little did they know, they were going to collide. And after a while, they did. « Ser! YA ne mogu povernut' vspyat'! (Sir! I can't reverse!)» the Batomys driver exclaimed.
« Chert! YA ne dolzhen byl pereotsenivat' vozmozhnosti reversirovaniya etogo tanka! (Damn it! I shouldn't have overestimated the reversing capabilities of this tank!)» Maximilian cursed.
« Welks! Er is iets fout! Ik kan niet achteruit! (Welks! Something is wrong! I can't reverse!)» Isara exclaimed, as she tried to go backward. « Dat meen je niet! Mijlen en kilometers woestijn en ik heb de enige modderpoel in de hele Barious-woestijn gevonden! (You've got to be kidding me! Miles and miles of desert and I managed to find the only mud pool in the entirety of the Barious desert!)» Welkin angrily commented.
« Kommandant! Es scheint etwas falsch mit unserem Rückwärtsgang zu sein! (Commander! There's seems to be something wrong with our reversing gear!)» Max exclaimed. « Oh Gott ... das Getriebe ist kaputt! (Oh god...the transmission has broken!)» Hans started to despair.
«Comandant! Nous ne pouvons pas inverser! (Commander! We can't reverse!)» Pierre exclaimed. « Génial. Nous avons atteint la mer. Nous ne pouvons plus battre en retraite. (Great. We reached the sea. We can't retreat anymore.)» Edmond commented.
«Sir! We can't move backward! There's something blocking the way!» Brian driver exclaimed. «My gawd. More stubborn than a Jap at Okinawa!» Brian exclaimed. «Blimey! It seems like we're stuck! Maybe we are blocked by some rubble.» Bill exclaimed.
« Pan! Nie możemy cofnąć się! (Sir! We can't go backward!)» Mikalai driver exclaimed. « Cóż, przynajmniej Niemcy nie atakują nas od frontu. Możemy więc wycofać się do przodu. (Well at least the Germans are not attacking us from the front. So we can retreat forward.)» Mikalai commented.
And, after a bit, the group and Maximilian tank started to drive on opposite directions. «O Bozhe! Oni pozadi nas! Poverni nas k voditelyu! (Oh god! They're behind us! Turn us around driver!)» Maximilian exclaimed in panic.
However, while the other tanks managed to ran forward, Maximilian was still having troubles maneuvering the tank. « Etot tank slishkom bol'shoy. Kakoy sumasshedshiy podumal, chto eto khoroshaya ideya? (This tank is too big. What mad man thought this was a good idea?)» Maximilian complained.
«Oh god we're so fucked!» Mikalai exclaimed. «Well, we would have an easier time if we had, oh I dunno, the support of the first Gallian armored division!» Squire exclaimed angrily. «All right! All right! I'll call Faldio!» Welkin exclaimed.
Meanwhile, on the other side
Faldio, Squad 1, the rest of Squad 7 and the American tank regiment were still busy against the enemy tanks. While the Imperial soldiers and tanks were easy to deal, the Soviet T-44 were more of a challenge. Suddenly, Faldio received a radio call.
« Aheam ... Faldio? Ja, ik ben het, Welkin. Ik weet dat het een beetje ongemakkelijk is en dat ik beloof dat ik terug zou komen, maar ... kunnen sommigen van jullie hier komen om me te helpen? (Aheam...Faldio? Yes it's me, Welkin. I know that it's a bit awkward and that I promise that I would come back, but...could some of you come here to give me a hand?)» Welkin asked a bit embarrassed.
« Uh, ja, ik zou je graag willen ondersteunen, maar ... we zijn momenteel behoorlijk druk. (Uh, yeah, I would love to give you support, but...we're quite busy at the moment.)» Faldio responded, before almost being hit by a Soviet shell.
« Hoe erg is de situatie eigenlijk? (Just how bad is the situation anyway?)» Faldio asked. « Stel je voor dat we een leger Edelweiss-tanks zouden meenemen tijdens de Atjeh-oorlog ... het zou nog eerlijker zijn geweest voor het Atjeh-sultanaat. (Well, imagine if we brought an army of Edelweiss tanks during the Aceh War...it would have been still more fair for the Aceh Sultanate.)» Welkin responded.
« Nou ... Sorry, maar ik kan alleen maar geluk zeggen! Tot ziens! (Well...Sorry, but all I can say is good luck! See you!)» Faldio exclaimed in a hurry.
«Damn it! Well there goes the possibility of Faldio help.» Welkin commented. «Well bullocks. N-not to worry! I'm sure that the Allied Air Command in Gallia shall help us in their best way possible! I'll try and contact them!» Squire tried to cheer up the situation.
Some distances away from the fighting
Marco was flying with his plane in support of some ground forces, when he received a call from Squire. «Pilot Marco here. What is it?» he asked. «Morning chump. Could you give us some support down here in Barious? We could really use some air support in here.» Squire responded.
«Uh, yeah….sorry buddy, but I'm quite busy right now supporting a Canadian infantry battalion against the Soviets.» Marco apologized. «Wait what? A Canadian regiment? Well about time I say! How were we supposed to free Gallia without the Canadians. Not to worry, they can handle the situation.» Squire responded.
«I dunno sir, I seem to be the only thing keeping them alive. This is Bardia all over again.» Marco commented. «And….who's role-playing as the Italians?» Squire asked. «I'm afraid it's the Canadians, sir.» was Marco response.
«Well don't just stand there! Help those poor bastards!» Squire exclaimed. «Yes sir!» Marco exclaimed, before continuing to fire down at Soviet/Imperial forces.
«Typical Italians. Never reliable. Well, as much as it hurt my pride let's ask the Germans for help….»Squire commented, as he prepared to contact Ernst and his Ju 87.
Inside of the Empire
Ernst was diving against an Imperial city near Gallia when he received a call. «Pilot Ernst, what is it?» he responded. «Why hello, Jerry. I can't believe I'm saying this, but we could really use the support of the Luftwaffe right now, considering we're basically facing the Bismarck on land.» Squire said.
«Uh, sorry, but I'm quite busy performing a raid on an Imperial city. This is awesome! No anti aircraft gun! I'm going to make the Blitz a joke in comparison if I keep this up!» he exclaimed. «Huh. Bombing of Imperial industrial location. Well I guess you're damaging the war effort…..» Squire responded.
«Now excuse me, but there's more stuff to bomb right now!» Ernst exclaimed, before blowing up a large industrial sector with a bomb. Soon, the town was in flames.
«Jeez. No wonder they lost the North African front if they ignored ground forces so much.» Squire commented. «Well then. let's just hope that the Japanese and the Americans are available.».
Haruto was flying over the sea when he received Squire call. «Jap! You better not be busy!» Squire exclaimed. « TENNŌHEIKA BANZAAAAIIII!» Haruto exclaimed, before diving against an Imperial ship, dropping a bomb, and flying off.
«That has better to not be a Kamikaze dive, you bastard!» Squire exclaimed. «Not to worry! I'm sinking Imperial ships with bombs, not with my plane. And the Yankee, surprisingly, is helping me!» Haruto exclaimed. «Wait. You mean James?» Squire asked.
Meanwhile, James was dive bombing against another ship, while singing the American anthem.
«Blast! No support from the air! have they ever read rule five on how to operate British tanks? Always have air superiority! It's also rule 10 to deal with German Panzers!» Squire exclaimed in anger. «Well desperate times call for desperate solutions. I'm calling high command!» Brian exclaimed.
Meanwhile, in a nearby camp
Varrot was just observing a pile of wood, with a manual. « Hoe een katapult te bouwen ... Stap 1, leg twee grote stukken hout neer. (How to build a catapult...Step 1, lay out two large pieces of wood.)» she said to herself, before looking at the pieces of wood.
Suddenly, a soldier ran toward her. « Commandant! We hebben serieus nieuws uit de frontlinies! (Commander! We have serious news from the frontlines!)» he exclaimed. « Oh god ... de imperialen hebben de Grebbe-linie doorbroken! (Oh god...the Imperials have breached the Grebbe Line!)» she despaired a bit.
« Nog niet mevrouw! Maar commandant Brian moet onmiddellijk met u spreken! (Not yet ma'am! But commander Brian requires to speak with you immediately!)» the soldier responded. « Oké, geef me de telefoon. (All right, pass me the phone.)» she ordered.
She quickly picked it up. «Commander Brian. What is going on?» she asked worry. «Well not gonna lie ma'am. Situation here's pretty fucked. We're facing the Gaw damn Yamato. Again!» Brian exclaimed. «That does not look like you're handling the situation well.» she commented pale.
«I know right! We need a gaw damn artillery strike!» he asked the woman. She was now completely white. «Uh….yeah….that's probably NOT gonna happen.» she responded. «WHAT!? What ye gaw damn mean!» Brian exclaimed.
«The military lacks the industry, and the funding, for creation of artillery shell. It's a miracle if we can use it once a month. A single shell for that matter. Now, if you excuse me, I have to built catapults to create somewhat of an artillery battalion.» she continued, before closing down the call.
«Well, looks like no artillery boys. No reinforcements, no air support, no artillery…we ain't got shit!» Brian exclaimed angrily. «Verdorie. Ik wist dat we niet zoveel hadden moeten investeren in rubber in de koloniën. (Damn it. I knew we shouldn't have invested so much in rubber in the colonies.)» Welkin cursed.
However he got an idea. «Guys! I have an idea! Ever heard of the eagle that killed the turtle with a rock?» Welkin suddenly asked. «Why yes! Truly, the very first bomber in the world! But what has that to do anything with the current situation?» Squire asked.
«If we use a rock formation and try to bury him with rocks, we might win!» Squire exclaimed. «Oh, yeah! Sure! As if there were any sort of geological formation that could even remotely support such pla-o there they are.» Squire exclaimed before interrupting himself.
«C'mon! Let's go over there!» Welkin exclaimed. And soon, the various tanks started to move toward a geological arch, the perfect trap. The Batomys tried to shoot them, but missed them. « Strelok! YA dumal, chto ty luchshiy strelok, chem eto! Kak ty skuchal !? (Gunner! I thought you were a better shooter than that! How did you miss!?)» Maximilian exclaimed.
« Prostite, ser! [Obychno, kogda ya snimayu, yest' malen'kiy krestik. Teper' eto prosto govorit tri vystrela, chtoby ubit'!] (Sorry sir! [Normally when I shoot there's a small cross. Now it just says three shots to kill!])» the gunner apologized.
«[Vy slishkom mnogo igrayete v War Thunder. Eto fanfiki Valkyria Chronicles. Krome togo, malen'kiy krestik? Chto, vy vse yeshche igrayete v arkadnyy rezhim?] ([You play too much War Thunder. This is a Valkyria Chronicles fanfiction. Besides, a small cross? What, you still play Arcade mode?])» Maximilian scolded the gunner.
« Ser! Vrazheskiye tanki raspolagalis' ryadom s skal'nym obrazovaniyem Dolzhny li my prodvigat'sya? (Sir! The enemy tanks positioned themselves near a rock formation. Should we advance?)» the driver asked. « Net. Eto ochevidno lovushka. Oni pytayutsya pokhoronit' nashi tanki pod kamnyami etoy arki. (No. This is obviously a trap. They are trying to bury our tanks under the rocks of that arch.)» was Maximilian response.
«Well bullocks. It doesn't seem like the Tsar wants to move.» Squire commented. «Oh. I was actually counting on that….» Welkin commented. «So…anyone has any ideas?» Bill asked. «Wait for a miracle?» Welkin proposed.
«What, you mean like the Marne?» Squire asked.
Meanwhile, in the sky, not too far away, a PBY-5a Catalina and a OS2U-3 were flying on top of the large desert, when the OS2U-3 noticed something behind them. «Sir! There seems to be a plane behind us!» the pilot exclaimed.
«My gawd! It's a Me 262 C-2b! And it's getting closer! Well let's hope he got the communiqué.» the Catalina responded. Soon, the Me 262 was on the side of the Catalina. «Uh..hello there fella! I know it sounds crazy but-» he was interrupted by the Me 262 pilot.
«Don't worry. I know. I received the communiqué. Apparently we are at war with the East European Imperial Alliance, or Empire, which is essentially the Soviet Union if the Tsar was back.» the Me 262 responded. «Well now. Glad that we eliminated any misconceptions!» the Catalina pilot responded.
«Say, mind if I ask you, what is an obviously marine patrol plane doing in the middle of the desert?» the Me 262 pilot asked. «Dunno fella. Just teleported here out of thin air. and mind if I ask ya, why do ye have a Jericho siren?» the Catalina asked back.
«The Führer said this is a ground attack plane, that is why.» the Me 262 pilot responded. «Speaking of ground attack, check that gaw damn thing on the ground! Ye think is Imperial?» the Catalina asked, as he saw the Batomys.
«Well it seems its firing at a Tiger Panzer, so yes, I'd say it's one of them.» the Me 262 responded. «Well then! Time to bomb the shit out of that gaw damn thing!» the Catalina pilot exclaimed, as he dived alongside the Me 262 and the OS2U-3.
Several projectiles and bombs hit the tank, surprising Maximilian. « Ser! Vrag otklyuchil nashe rulevoye upravleniye! (Sir! The enemy have disabled our steering!)» the driver exclaimed. «Oh…Blyat.» was all Maximilian said, as he realized that his tank started spinning around.
The tanks realized that this was their moment. «Perfect! This is our chance! Charge!» Welkin ordered. Soon, the entire tank squadron was behind him and started to fire at the engine. «FIRE!» Welkin ordered, with all the tanks firing at the same time.
«AGAIN!» he ordered once more. But as the second combined shooting did not work, he was getting embarrassed. «A-again.» he said with less determination. He then sighed. «Again….» he said desperate. «A-again. Again!» he repeated once more.
And at the end, they ended up firing at the same time for 10 more times. And, in the end, it was finally disabled. «Brilliant! Total victory has been achieved in the field!» Squire congratulated himself. «We had to fire all together at the damn thing 15 times to just disable it!» Welkin exclaimed.
«Well look at the bright side! Not only we disabled a state of the art Imperial tank, but we also captured prince Maximilian himself! Yes, this is clearly a great victory for Gallia!» Squire exclaimed. «Uh…guys? Why is one of the hatch open?» Hans noted.
Soon, the group saw a T-50 drifting along, with Maximilian on top. «YOU BASTARD! YOU BLOODY RUSSIAN CUNT!» Squire cursed at the Soviet tank, as he tried to shoot it, still missing. Welkin remained silent for a while. «Lets just go and help our buddies for the love of god.» was all he said.
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