A Brits, a Yankee, a French and a Hun in Gallia
Back in their base at Vasel, our brave heroes have came to meet the ones who saved back in the village. In the airport, which continued to expand as the days passed, new aircraft had arrived, with Isara basically floating in joy. So many aircraft she could base her designs on, it was a true joy.
«So many aircraft! I never knew you could make them so large! Look at this one! It's as large as a boat!» she exclaimed, pointing at the Lancaster B Mk I. «Yeees, I see that you finally understand the true quality of British design. Flawless flying machines unmatched by any nations, capable of ruling the skies as much as the seas.» Squire proudly said.
Hans raised an eyebrow in doubt. «I mean that's arguable. Try to bomb anything in bright daylight and you'll be caught with your underpants down.» he commented. Squire simply glared at him. «I say, am I the only one who believes that Hans is secretly a Soviet agent? A spy sent from the East Germany government to spy on key Gallian position?» he asked.
Isara widened her eyes in surprise. «What!? That's impossible! Hans has served our cause until now! He has done so much for us! How could you consider him a spy!?» she exclaimed. «And what do you mean by "East Germany Government"?» Hans asked confused.
Squire realized what he just did. «Oh, bullocks. Well Jerry, I'd say that things are a bit different in Europe, yees.» Squire commented. Faldio simply sighed. «Look, let's just try to calm your egos. You are now allies, so try to not shoot each other, all right?» he asked the two.
«Not to worry. We will avoid friendly fire, after all, we're British! Therefore, we never miss!» Squire responded. Alicia looked at the Lancaster. «So this is the so called "Lancaster", uh? Looks impressive.» she said with a smile. «You can say that again, young missy. Commander Nigel of Squadron 322 of the Royal Air Force, at your service.» the British pilot said.
«Say, I don't know why, but I feel like I've already see your plane. Were you in the Barious desert?» Welkin asked. «Why of course! I must say, the Imperials have a lot in common regarding mass production of tanks and large number of infantry. And I'm most impressed by that white haired lady with her lance. Must be a secret weapon of the Empire, yeees.» Nigel responded.
Soon, a short silence followed. «Oh yeah. Her.» Welkin commented with a worried tone. «What was that woman? Was she even human?» Alicia asked. Faldio massaged his chin for a while. «In her hands borne cobalt lance and shield, therewith to strike down all man's arrow.» he then said.
Commander Varrot, who was nearby, raised an eyebrow. «What was that, lieutenant?» she asked with curiosity. «One account of the Valkyria describes them in those terms, ma'am.» was Faldio response. Squire however was skeptical. «Look, I understand that some things in this world make little to no sense, but assuming that she is some sort of mystical being living in legends serves under the Imperial banner is on the level of fantasies. No, something more realistic must be happening.» he commented.
«And what could it be? You saw her in action, she's clearly not human.» Alicia responded. «I have to agree with the Tommy, actually. What if she is just some sort of experiment made by the Empire. I'm pretty sure that the Empire does have some scientist on the level of ours. Ever heard of Sleeper agent?» Hans then commented.
«Yeah. I guess you have a point.» Faldio commented. «For now, all we know is that she is a woman with incredible strength, white glowing hair and a lance that can shoot lasers. Well this is something I have never thought I'd say.» she said with a serious tone. «[Jeez. Way to break the realism, SEGA.]» Bill commented.
Suddenly, the group was interrupted by the arrival of the Tortoise tanks, alongside several Gallian Lichtwagen II of the regular army. «Well we have arrived chumps, and we heard that there was another battle. I say, were are the Chinese insurgents?» one of the Tortoise commander asked.
Commander Varrot face palmed herself so hard it actually hurt. «You're late. The mutiny was yesterday.» she responded. «Great. This is just bloody great. We're late again!» the Tortoise commander commented. Varrot sighed. «Anyway, I've a mission for you: you are to eliminate Imperial/Soviet forces in the Woodland area. You may have escorts-» she said before being brutally interrupted.
«No. No. Oh no you don't ma'am!» the Lichtwagen II commander exclaimed angrily at the woman. «What was that soldier?» she asked surprised and slightly pissed at the commander. «I'm saying that I'd rather face a fucking firing squad than escorting those slow, sloppy, incapable to traverse any kind of terrain pieces of shit! We quit all right!? No commander, either from the Regular Army, the Militia, Cornelia, NO ONE, is gonna force us to escort them again! They are all yours all right! See ya! It wasn't a pleasure working with you, and it will never be. Goodbye. I hope you all die from Imperial artillery.» the Lichtwagen II commander stormed off alongside the rest of the other Regular army tanks.
The Squad remained still for a second to take in what just happened. «Well now. Looks like there is a new mission for you Lieutenant Gunther.» she said still shocked. «Yes ma'am…..I guess?» he responded confused. Not that she was less confused. Largo smirked at the sight of the tanks. «Heh. I know how it feels to be called slow.» he commented sadly.
He then turned to Welkin. «What's with that face boss? How bad can it be?».
Woodland forest was not that far off Vasel, so reaching it was not a big deal. However, because the Tortoises were so slow, it was already night by the time they got there, and the team was slightly pissed. «GHAAAAAAARGHHHH! Hoe langzaam zijn deze dingen!? (How slow are these things!?)» Isara exclaimed exasperated.
«"Waarom ik de vechtwagens natuurlijk zal begeleiden!" Ik zei. "Hoe erg kan het zijn!?" Ik zei. ("Why of course I will escort the tanks!" I said. "How bad can it be!?" I said.)» Welkin said to himself angrily. «Jesus. No gawd damn wonder the fuckin commies reached Berlin first. This thing is so gaw damn slow!» Brian exclaimed angrily.
« Was dachten die Briten bei der Herstellung dieses Panzers? Ganz zu schweigen davon, dass es bereits 10 Mal kaputt gegangen ist! Und sie sagen, dass deutsches Design fehlerhaft ist! (What were the British thinking when making this tank!? Not to mention it has broken down 10 times already! And they say German design is faulty!)».
«Now now chumps. I know you may be angry at the speed of our Tortoise, but think of this way. With this speed we can have the same pace as the infantry, so we don't require mechanized unlike the German army.» the Tortoise tank commander, which name was Oscar, said to his teammates.
«What. Kind of Infantry. Are they supposed to match exactly!? Legless veterans!?» Largo exclaimed angrily. «Tell you what, by the time we reach the Imperial base the Ruskies will regret coming in Gallia to face us.» Oscar continued. «By the time we reach the Imperial base, Maximilian will be in Randgriz proclaiming the Gallian SSR for fuck sake!» Mikalai exclaimed.
After a while, yet another impressive obstacle blocked our heroes. A small ditch. «Wait. Hold it. Fucking hold it. We're NOT having another breakdown! I'm placing some wood to make a bridge!» Alicia exclaimed angrily. «Hold on, I'm coming to help.» Welkin said as he came out of the tank.
Edmond smirked. «Trying to be a gentlemen, Welkin?» he asked teasing. «Well four arms are better than one and a couple more are even better. Besides, I need to get my ass up for a while. I've been sitting down this entire time, and I think I will start walking too.» he complained.
While most of the time when someone walking would be pissed at someone saying this, the infantry men of the Squad did not emit a word, not to respect their lieutenant, but because he had more of a point. They have been sitting this entire time on the Tortoise tanks and they had the same pain that he had.
However, a general feeling of uneasiness could be felt. «I say, chumps, have you guys this same feeling of being watched?» Squire asked. Welkin remained still for a while. «Well, you have a point, really.» he said. Soon, both Alicia and Welkin heard a sound coming near a cliff and went to investigate.
Soon, however, the ground near the two exploded, and the two felt down. «Blimey! Bullocks! They got Welkin and Alicia!» Nigel exclaimed. «My gawd! We have been ambushed! We've been tricked! We've been backstabbed and quite possible, bamboozled!» Brian exclaimed.
Then suddenly, one of the Tortoise was hit by a shell. While it was not destroyed, the crew knew better than to stay. Soon the tank, who was shot at the engine, was destroyed. «Mai gawd! They're everywhere! C'mon fellas! Shoot at everything that moves! Don't trust the bushes! Don't trust the fuckin bushes! It's Attu all over again fellas!» Brian exclaimed again.
«It's like September 1939 all over again! RUN!» Mikalai exclaimed scared. Soon, a horde of Imperial/Soviet tanks reached their position supported by tanks. «Reverse! Reverse!» Edmond exclaimed. Meanwhile, one of the destroyed Tortoise tank crew, the commander, reached Isara.
«Come on lass! I'll be the commander of the tank until Welkin comes back!» he exclaimed. «….Right!» she responded after she recovered from the shock. Soon, the tanks and infantry managed to run off, with the Imperial/Soviet forces being partially delayed by the forests.
« Chert voz'mi! Oni ubezhali! Kak oni eto sdelali? Eti tanki byli takimi medlennymi! (Damn it! They ran off! How did they do that!? Those tanks were so slow!)» one of the Imperial sergeant exclaimed. « Bez ponyatiya. [Syuzhet dospekhov ya dumayu?] (No idea. [Plot armor I guess?])» a Soviet sergeant responded.
A bit further away, our team had hidden in well defensible positions. «Well that was a bloody close call. Again.» Squire commented. Isara was not that calm however. «How can you be so calm!? Welkin is probably dead!» she exclaimed angrily. Bill turned to her with a dubious face.
«I mean is he? I mean, think of all the dangerous situation we were in. We have been attacked on a small city, a port, a bridge, a river, a forest, a desert, and for some reason, the Imperial forces are always the one defending, only to make a counterattack that fails miserably with no one hurt. We've been in worse situation than this. I'm sure that he's fine!» he exclaimed.
«He better be, or I'll kill him!» she adorably puffed. «Well now. While worrying about our commander is a good thing, I'd say we have far worse concerns. For example, how do we deal with this Imperial/Soviet horde?» Squire asked the rest of his team.
«Well, I have a proposal. The Tortoise tanks and their thick armor are to make a charge at the Imperials, only to have us having a flanking attack and encircle them and force them to surrender. Given the fact that this is a forest, the Imperials are even less likely to expect the attack.» Hans proposed. «And what's next? Violating the neutrality of Gallia? You should stop doing that, you're gonna scare off the chips shops away!...Yum.» Squire responded.
«Weeeel past the point of using neutrality.» Rosie sighed. Isara then had an idea. «Wait! How about-» she was interrupted by Bill. «I don't think that blending in and using guerrilla warfare is gonna work. With your uniform you would stick out like the Göring at a salad bar!» he exclaimed.
«Actually, I was thinking, it's night all right? And we've been assigned that Lancaster squadron! Why don't we just call them?» she asked. A short silence followed. «Now that gal, is a damn fine idea.» Brian said, his voice echoing in the forest multiple times.
Almost as a clue of what Isara said, our Lancaster squadron arrived, some distance away from the position of our heroes but nearby none the less. Alongside them was a squadron of He 111 H-3, leaded by Philip, a squadron of CR.42 leaded by Alessandro, the P-47D-28 of Christopher and other aircraft that we didn't see yet.
Alongside them was a Bf 109 E-4, a P-40C, a A36 and a Spitfire Mk Vb with a tropical camouflage. Given the fact that the Spitfire was on the front, it could be assumed that he was the commander. «We magnificent men in our German machine, we go up diddly up up, we go down diddly down down.» the Bf 109 E-4 pilot started to sing.
«No. No. No. It just doesn't work. I would recommend stop singing, you're butchering it.» the Spitfire pilot told the German one. «What do you mean? My singing is perfectly fine!» the German pilot complained. «Trust me old chump, leave the patriotic British songs to the British and do your lower quality German singing instead.» the British responded.
«Uh? What's this? It appears we have received a SOS message from Squad 7.» Nigel commented. «Heh. Looks like the Dutch need the gaw damn USAF once again!» the A36 pilot exclaimed. «Oh please. We operated more in the Benelux than you did. Poorly, yes, but more.» Alessandro said.
«Look who's gaw damn talking! Yer plane looks so gaw damn ancient it could be used in the Great Wa-oh Jesus. »Christopher said before seeing something terrifying.
It was an entire Soviet air fleet coming towards them. Alongside them were the usual I-153 biplanes, but there were also various other vehicles, such as the Yal-9 and several P-39N-0. «Wait a second are those 'Murican planes the Commies are using? Holy mother of Joseph those are 'Murican planes! Now this is personal! Take 'em down!» the P40C angrily exclaimed.
The Soviet formation followed a Yak 9 in front, pink in coloration. « Davay tovarishchi! Davay sdelayem eto! Za Rodinu! (Come on comrades! Let's do this! For the motherland!)» the pilot exclaimed to the radio. She was a girl, on her late 20's, with short, dark pink hair and large blue eyes.
One of the Soviet pilots, a P-39N-0 looked at her dubious. « Privet, tovarishch. Prosto vopros. Ty ne pokhozh na odnogo iz nas. Vy imperskiy sluchayno? (Hello comrade. Just a question. You don't look like one of us. Are you an Imperial by any chance?)» he asked.
She smiled at the question. «Da. Menya zovut Talina, i ya pervyy Imperial, uspeshno proshedshiy podgotovku v kachestve pilota dlya slavnykh Imperskikh VVS, i pervyy, kto stal komanduyushchim. Eto chest' komandovat' etoy eskadroy. (Yes I am. My name is Talina, and I'm the first Imperial to have been successfully trained as a pilot for the glorious Imperial Air Force and the first to become a commander. It's an honor commanding this squadron.)» she said with pride.
A short silence followed, broken again by the P-39N-0 pilot. « Khorosho. Vtoroy vopros Pochemu tvoy Yak 9 rozovyy? (All right. Second question. Why is your Yak 9 pink?)» he asked. She blushed from the embarrassment for a second. «([E-e ... Eto individual'nyy skin?] ([Uh….It's a custom skin?])» she responded embarrassed.
In the meantime, the Soviet formation started to fire at the Allied Squadron. «Jesus there's a lot of 'em!» the P-40 pilot exclaimed. «Not to worry, you are being leaded by a Spitfire, the best aircraft in the world!» the Spitfire pilot exclaimed. «And its trusty competitor, the Bf 109! Not to worry, we will push the undesirable back to Asia!» the Bf 109 pilot exclaimed.
«Just make sure the Jap ain't hearing this. Not that I care that much.» Christopher responded. The Soviet formation tried to attack the bombers, but they become intercepted by the Allied fighters. While Alessandro and his CR.42 were engaging the I-153, the other fighters focused on the other planes.
The Spitfire pilot was the first to score a kill, taking down one of the Yak-9. However, one followed him behind. «Oh hello!» he exclaimed as he noticed the Yak-9. Then, he managed to make sure that the Soviet plane went ahead of him. Soon, it was the Spitfire who was chasing the Yak-9. «Goodbye. Yeeeees.» he then said as he shot down the plane.
A P-39 plane tried to attack him from above but was shot down by the Bf 109 pilot. «Noch eine Niederlage für Deutschland! (Another take down for Germany!)» he proclaimed. «I say, that 109 sure can hold its own! A quite competent machine, compared to the other 50.000 of them!» the Spitfire pilot commented.
«Don't be so cocky Mr. 24 Spitfire marks!» he shot back. In the meantime, Talina's Yak 9 had broken off the formation and took down several of the CR.42. While there were still quite a few, she had taken down five of them. «Oh dear. It seems like the Italians are in danger.» Nigel commented.
«Urgh. Typique.» Philip sighed. Christopher arrived just in time to make sure she went away. «Aheam, you're welcome!» he exclaimed at the group. «Thanks!» Alessandro exclaimed. Despite the loss of some plane, his squadron had taken down several of the Soviet I-153, and it was Talina who prevented their entire extermination.
Some of the P-39 however had managed to target the German bombers, however, taking one down. «Oh god they are targeting us! We could use some cover here!» Philip exclaimed. «Not to worry. As we all know, British bombers are designed to act as excellent fighters.» Nigel commented.
One of the Lancasters, almost as a clue, turned to face his defensive armaments towards the P-39, taking several down. They had managed to stop the first wave. But the Soviets would not give up that easily.
Meanwhile, on the ground, our heroes were still waiting for the bombers. Many of the soldiers looked at the watches annoyed of the fact that they had not arrived yet. «They sure are taking their sweet time.» the gunner of the Edelweiss commented. Rosie looked particularly annoyed. «Is EVERYTHING British related supposed to be this slow?!».
«Well yes! It's to support the infantry better! Besides as a nation that values defense over mobility you should probably know this right!?» Squire exclaimed. Marina Wulfstan, the sniper of the team, a girl with short black hair that covers her face, however, seemed at ease.
«Something seems off. Where are the Imperials? How come they are taking so much time to reach us?» she asked. «The kid is right. Why are they-» Catherine O'Hara, a woman on her late 30's with short dark brown hair asked before being interrupted by the fire of a shell of a Soviet tank. «Well here they are!» she exclaimed.
«Crikey! Germans!» Jack exclaimed. «Uh…don't you mean Soviets? Or Imperials better?» Isara asked. «Heh. Sorry mate, force of habit.» he responded.
Meanwhile, in the air, the P-40 pilot had started chasing Talina's Yak 9. «Sorry ye gaw damn commie, but ye ain't escaping out of this one!» he exclaimed. But just before he seemed like he was going to get her, she pulled out with incredible speed, causing him to become disorientated.
«Wait a sec, were she –OH JESUS TREES!» was all he said, before both his wings were chopped off by hitting two nearby trees. His momentum was not stopped and, as such, he was thrown off for several meters, managing to parachuting out of the plane in the nickel of time.
In the meantime, his plane crashed nearby our heroes, causing an explosion. «Looks like a gaw damn Kamikaze! It's Okinawa all over again boys! BROKEN ARROW I SAID BROKEN ARROW!» Brian exclaimed. «Sir! Where do we shoot!?» his gunner asked. «YES!» Brian exclaimed, and his tank started to fire at random direction.
Little did he knew, was that by doing so he damaged several tree trunks. Especially the ones near the path where the Imperial/Soviet soldiers were advancing. « Nakonets my proshli etu lesnuyu mestnost'! Eto posledniy raz, kogda ya idu v les s tankom! (Finally we passed that forest terrain! This is the last time I go in a forest with a tank!)» one of the Soviet commanders exclaimed.
« Nu, mozhet byt', yeshche khuzhe se-oh…Blyat. (Well it can be get any worse now ri-oh…Blyat.)» one of the Imperial tank commander said, before he noticed several trees on their way to fall down on the road where they were going. Soon, several Imperial/Soviet tanks were crushed by the falling trees.
«Well this is a surprising turn of events.» Squire commented. «It's over socialist bastards! Unlike the Maginot line, you cannot go around those trees with your tanks.» Edmond exclaimed. «And we just dare you to get the infantry over the logs!» Rosie exclaimed.
«We will not back down! You may have a better defensive position, but we have numbers!» an Imperial soldier shot back. «I would not be sure about this. Sure, the ammunition situation in Gallia is not great, but I dare to say that now we have more bullets than you have either soldiers or tanks!» Oscar exclaimed.
«That being said, it sure would have helped if the Hillen was here giving us support.» Mikalai complained. «Sorry, but he could not. Lucas said that his engines have been running for more than 7 minutes, and so are in need of a complete rebuild and service.» Isara responded.
« Oh, um Himmels willen, das erinnert mich zu sehr an die Heimatfront! (Oh for god sake this is reminding me too much of the home front!)» Hans exclaimed. «Anyway it's obvious that you won't be able to penetrate this defensive line and, as such, it would be far more wise for you to retreat.» Squire commented.
«Jokes on you! If we retreat we will be shoot by our commanding officers for betraying the motherland!» a Soviet tank commander started to laugh, before his laughs turned into sobs. «Well it seems like we're in a bit of a stalemate, then. All quiet on the Western….Eastern front I assume.» Squire commented.
«Do you guys want to have a truce? I mean it worked for Christmas last time.» Bill commented. «Wait a minute! Why do WE have to retreat!? Why don't YOU retreat!?» an Imperial soldier exclaimed. «Gallians? Retreating? That's a new one Imp!» Largo laughed.
«Why, it's not like it's the first time you do? Remember this entire month-» he said before being shot by Rosie. «Anyone else!?» she exclaimed angrily. «No, no, we're good. I assume that we're gonna stay here for a while then.» an Imperial officer responded.
«Jeez, let me be honest commies. When talkin 'bout the Iron Curtain….this ain't what I thought. Any underdeveloped countries we can have proxy wars 'round here?» Brian asked.
In the meantime, the Soviet aircraft were being soundly defeated. « Chert voz'mi! Oni slishkom khoroshi! (Damn it! They are too good!)» Talina exclaimed. « Komandir eskadril'i Talina, eto prints Maximilian. Vernites' na svoyu bazu. (Squadron commander Talina, this is Prince Maximilian. Return to your base.)» Maximilian communicated to her radio.
She was surprised by the order. « No ... moy prints ... ty skazal ne otstupat'. (But…my prince…you said no retreats.)» she said surprised. « Net, eto to, chto moy otets khochet skazat' bol'she. Krome togo, my tut dovol'no trakhayemsya. Eto odna bombardirovochnaya eskadril'ya, kotoraya bombardiruyet nashu pozitsiyu bez ostanovok. Tak ne mogli by vy i vasha eskadril'ya potoropit'sya !? (Nah, it's something my father tends to say more. Besides, we're getting pretty fucked here. There's this one bomber squadron who is bombing our position nonstop. So, could you and your squadron hurry up!?)» he said in a hurry.
She widened her eyes in shock. «Derzhite vashe vysochestvo, my idem! (Hold on your highness, we're coming!)» she exclaimed in a panic. She soon communicated to all of her planes. « Smena planov tovarishchi! Yego vysochestvo prints Maximilian v opasnosti! My dolzhny pomoch' yemu pryamo seychas! (Change of plans comrades! His highness Prince Maximilian is in danger! We need to help him right now!)» she exclaimed.
«Podozhdi naschot nashikh tovarishchey na zemle !? (Wait what about our comrades on the ground!?)» one of the P-39 pilots exclaimed. « Trakhni tekh parney, oni uzhe mertvy. Veroyatno. (Fuck those guys, they are already dead. Probably.)» she shot back.
Soon, the entire squadron abandoned the field to save Maximilian. «Well thank god for that they have retreated. Now we can finally focus on our mission.» Nigel commented. «Enemy tanks and soldiers up ahead!» Philip exclaimed. «Very well lads. Drop the bombs.» he responded.
Meanwhile, on the ground, the stalemate continued. «Look, under article 210 of the Geneva convention, it is clearly stated that when in front of a large tree blocking the road, the Imperial army is to retreat at all the costs.» Squire said, in a way to tempt the Imperial/Soviet forces to retreat.
«There is no such article. Besides, we probably violated it already by using gas attacks.» an Imperial tank commander said. «You did what!?» Isara exclaimed at them. «Oh do not worry, we targeted the Federation. We still haven't used them here in Gallia.» the same tank commander responded.
«How is that supposed to make it better?!» she exclaimed. «No Gallian got hurt?» the tank commander responded with a doubting tone. «Look, we will not move from this spot even if a bomb dropped from the sky.» a Soviet tank commander announced, only to have several of the bombs of the Allied bombers dropped near the tanks.
«Oh…Blyat.» was all several Imperial/Soviet soldiers and tank crew said before being blew up. However, there were still some Imperial/Soviet tanks and soldiers, and the trees blocking the road had been destroyed. «Hah! Looks like your little wall has fallen. Any last words, capitalistic pigs?» a tank commander asked cockily.
«Ye LOST, half of yer gaw damn tanks!» Brian exclaimed. «Besides I'm pretty sure we can still outgun you in this scenario.» Hans commented. «Hah! You can try! Feel the wrath of-» a T-34 tank commander exclaimed before being shot down by something.
«Sorry eh. But you shouldn't invade independent countries mate, eh.» a Canadian Sherman II exclaimed. He was accompanied by several 3 inch Gun Carriers, who started to fire at the various Imperial/Soviet tanks. Some tried to react, but they were brought down by the fire of the two groups. Soon, the group was decimated.
«Well now. Glad to see the Canadian army in action here! Yeees.» Squire commented. «Good evening, eh. You guys looked in trouble». The Canadian tank commander said. «Well it was good having you guys saving u-uh…..what….are….those?» Isara asked in shock at the Canadian, referring to the 3 inch Gun Carrier.
«Uh, nothing special really. Must be a faulty model of something. That…was repeated several times!» Squire tried to justify the sight. Hans started to giggle. «Something funny Hans?» Isara innocently asked. «Well, remember when you guys asked if the Churchill could be used as a tank hunter?» he said, still giggling.
Isara realized what he meant and started to laugh like a maniac. «W-wait! T-this is your version of the tank destroyer!? It's ridiculous! Who even designed it!?» she laughed out loud. «I thought they were off production! What are they doing here!?» Squire exclaimed angrily.
«Well, it was the best we could afford.» one of the tank crew, a man from Hong Kong, responded. «Well let's bloody hope that you last longer than your mate on the Yankee tank. Which I doubt considering of bad the Churchill Gun Carrier is. I really hope whoever designed it got shot on the spot.» Squire commented.
«Yeah yeah, we had our laughs. But now we need to rest. Some of us on the other hand should be looking for the boss and Alicia.» Largo said with a serious tone. «Oh god! I forgot about them!» Isara exclaimed in shock. «Do not worry Isara. I'm sure your brother is safe.» Hans reassured her.
«Well I can only assume that our next mission is to find them. Mark my words Isara. We will find them at least a month before Christmas!» Squire exclaimed.
«A month before Christmas? But it's March!» Isara exclaimed. «[Not when this chapter will be released.]» Squire commented. The squad set up a rudimentary camp nearby, while some men went looking for both Alicia and Welkin. But this forest would serve them many surprises. Or not. I really don't have a clue.
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