A Brits, a Yankee, a French and a Hun in Gallia


Both Squad 1 and Squad 7 walked toward Varrot office after a long night sleep. Well for most of the Squad anyway. Isara had eye bags under her….well….eyes, but was none the less awake as the rest. Welkin looked her with an annoyed look. « Zus. Heb je de hele nacht aan de Gun Carrier-tanks gewerkt? (Sis. Did you work on the Gun Carrier vechtwagens all night?)» he asked with a scolding tone.

« Wat? Nee nee! Heb ik niet gedaan! Ik heb gewoon ... niet goed geslapen vannacht! Dat is alles! (What? No, no! I didn't! I just….didn't sleep very well last night! That's all!)» she tried to justify herself. Welkin was not convinced however. «Dat deed je helemaal, niet? (You totally did, didn't you?)» he asked.

She sighed. «Kijk, als ik het niet had gedaan, zou de Gallische fabriek nog steeds op het spoor werken. Als er iets is dat kan worden vergeleken met de "snelheid" van de Tortoise-vechtwagens, is onze apparatuurproductie. (Look, if I didn't do it, the Gallian factory would be still working on the tracks. If there is something that can compare to the "speed" of the Tortoise tanks, is our equipment production.)» she responded annoyed.

«Natuurlijk, maar je beseft wel dat slapen een belangrijk element van het dagelijks leven is, toch? (Of course, but you do realize that sleeping is an important element of everyday life, right?)» he asked the girl, his arms crossed. She scratched the back of her head in embarrassment.

«Slaap is overschat. (Sleep is overrated.)» she then said with a awkward smile. Welkin sighed. «Op een dag word je door iemand neergeschoten als je dit volhoudt. (One day you'll get shot by somebody if you keep this up.)» he said with a stern tone. Isara humpted at the comment.

«Wat je ook zegt, papa. (Whatever you say, dad.)» she responded annoyed. A short silence followed. «Ik mis pap. (I miss dad.)» she said sadly. Welkin patted her head in comfort. «Ik ook, zus. Ik ook. (Me too, sis. Me too.)» he then said.

Faldio in the meantime was conversating with Squire. «I have to say, it has been a while since Varrot called us to her office.» he said serious. «[Yes, not to mention this chapter. I mean gosh, this new Chapter is released more than a week later! Can we get some more higher quality textbooks here!]» Bill complained.

«[As I said already he was probably working on that Fanfiction nobody watches. Which is both a shame and a blessing. I mean on the good side one of the main characters is quite witty and has good lines. But on the other end, a bloody Central American just beat a British! A British representative for that matter! They couldn't even prevent coups in their own countries!]» Squire exclaimed.

«Coups? What do ye mean? They ain't coups they are…..surprise elections! Against communism!» Brian complained. «But…what about those guys that fought communism that got "Surprise elections" anyway? Other than threatening the banana companies business, what did they do exactly?» Hans asked.

«Well ye see, by threatening the banana companies they were secretly working with the communist all along! Let me tell ya, if Murica doesn't step in against those Latinos, Mr. president will be called comrade and the red flag will be all over Washington!» Brian exclaimed.

Faldio raised an eyebrow. «You guys have problems.» he said unamused. After a while the group entered Varrot room. «I apology to call you on an off duty day. But I have important news. Princess Cornelia has extended buffet invitation to our two squads.» she said.

«Princess Cornelia? You mean the de facto Queen of Gallia? I say, it will be a positive thing to meet her majesty. After all, neither the Brrrritish empire nor any other of the allied nations has established diplomatic relations with the kingdom of Gallia. Yeees. It will be a great pleasure to meet her finally.» Squire proclaimed.

Hans raised an eyebrow. «Why is she inviting all of us?» he asked. «Your success at Vasel, alongside other operations made Squad 7 and Squad 1 quite popular. There's even rumors that she intend to have a military parade in Randgriz.» Varrot responded.

«Huh. A parade. We actually had a few of those when we-oh.» Hans said before interrupting himself because of the glares of the two squads. «uh…..too soon?» he asked with an awkward tone. «That, would be an understatement.» Bill responded. Welkin scratched the back of his head in embarrassment.

«Oh boy….I never have been good with those kind of formalities.» Welkin said. «Welkin are you crazy! Have you any idea how rare is to meet princess Cornelia?» Faldio exclaimed. «T-that's the problem, Faldio. I don't know how to address her, how to talk, how to move. It's going to be the most awkward moment of my life!» Welkin responded.

Faldio looked the other way as he realized what he meant. «Yeah I guess you have a point.» he then said. «Well neither we talked to royalty before. This might be problematic.» Squire commented. Varrot sighed. «Do not worry. She doesn't expect royalty out of you. Just make sure you wear your uniforms. Until then, you're dismissed.» she said.


Night came, and Varrot was in the Randgriz royal palace. «{I hope they don't mess this up. Especially Squire and his friends.}» she thought to herself. After a while, Welkin, Faldio, Squire, Bill, Hans, Brian, Edmond, Mikalai and Jack arrived. Welkin and Faldio were both wearing the same uniform as Varrot.

«Sorry to keep you waiting captain.» Welkin apologized. However Varrot looked at the rest of the squad. «What the hell are those? Are you still wearing your regular uniform!?» she exclaimed at the group. «What do you expect? It's 1945 where we are from, we barely have normal uniforms!» Hans exclaimed.

«What about our uniform.» she said in a stern tone. «[Well as much as in those kind of Fanfiction the reason is because the characters generally lack discipline, I would say that in the current situation we are in a general lack of uniforms. I dare even to say we have a -1 production output.]» Squire responded.

Varrot raised an eyebrow. «Is there anything we don't have a shortage of!?» she exclaimed. «Rubber ma'am. We have rubber.» Faldio said with a desperate tone. «Well there's another thing we must ask the Federation for. The ambassador must think he's lucky.» Varrot commented.

«I say, is the Federation interested in giving military aid to Gallia against the hostile Empire?» Bill asked. «That's odd. Gallia has always kept a policy of neutrality.» Faldio commented. «With all due respect, look at what it bought you to. W-what were you guys thinking by ignoring the possibility of an alliance with the Federation?» Hans asked.

«Well apparently Prime minister Borg, Cornelia's regent, believes that an alliance is necessary for our country now.» Varrot then said. She then sighed. «Considering how young she is, he's essentially in power of the nation. In a way I would hope that she wouldn't be controlled so much by him.».

Hans walked slowly toward Squire. «Hey Tommie.» he whispered. «Yes?» Squire responded whispering too. «A young monarch with an incompetent regent in a massive war. You know what that means?» he asked. «I don-oh. Ohhhhhh.» Squire then said with a semi malicious smile as he slowly pulled up his Sterling.

«Something the matter Squire?» Varrot asked. «Nothing. Nothing. Just thought of something funny.» he said with a nervous tone. She raised an eyebrow. «Really? And what would that be?» she asked. «Yugoslavia.» was all Squire said. Varrot remained silent. «Let's just get inside.» she said in desperation.


Inside of the luxurious throne room was Cornelia, sitting on her throne. She had typical Victorian era like clothing. On her right was prime minister Borg with his long light brown hair, with a Victorian era clothing too, and on her left was the Federation ambassador, with a white uniform and a beard similar to the one of Bismarck.

«Your highness. It is an honor to have your presence. May your grace greet us with her words?» Borg asked in a solemn tone. She raised from her throne. «Honorary ladies and gentlemen, I appear before you today at the peak of joy, as two nations join together, the Federation and Gallia, against two common foe. The Empire from this world, and the Bolshevik threat from the world of our newest allies in our struggle for independence and to sustain peace in Europa.» she said in a solemn tone.

The Federation ambassador started clapping at her speech. In the meantime, Welkin noticed something off with the girl. She showed no emotions, almost as she was containing herself. «There is something off about Princess Cornelia, don't you thing Squire?» he asked. But soon he noticed he wasn't there. And Bill wasn't there too.

«Squire? Bill?» he asked worried. In the meantime, the Federation ambassador started speaking. «I am at a loss of words. To think I have the privilege to….to…..uh….who are you two?» he asked, as both Squire and Bill walked toward the throne.

«Good evening, if I may. I say, it is an honor to finally meet men of politics in this world. Yeeees.» Squire commented. The Gallian officers in the room looked confused. Welkin was absolutely scared. Varrot had a similar expression. «Oh god wat doen die twee idioten!? (Oh god what are those two idiots doing!?)» she said with a relatively loud tone, not that the men and women in the room noticed.

«Do not fear, Mr. ambassador. We come in peace. For you see, we noticed that neither the Federation nor Gallia has established diplomatic relations with the allied nations.» Squire said. Both Borg and the ambassador looked confused for a second, then came a realization.

«Now that you mentioned…..you're actually right. I suppose you are here to do as such. Might I ask what's your position?» Borg asked. «Why, I'm a tank commander.» Squire responded. A general silence followed in the room. Varrot was very close to just pick up her gun and kill herself.

«Yeeees I do realize that my position cannot be considered high enough to be an ambassador or to have relations between nations, but I'm pretty sure I'm the highest ranking man in the entire bloody globe regarding my faction at the moment. Besides, I did serve as an ambassador to several small micro nations in Burma against the Japanese. Yeeees.» Squire then said.

Both the ambassador and Borg were at a loss of words, and soon they heard Cornelia chuckling. «Uh…is there something funny your majesty?» the ambassador asked. She silenced herself immediately. «Oh…N-nothing. Anyway I do believe what he says is correct. Technically the Allied nations and Gallia aren't allied in paper. You guys are essentially occupying our land.» she said.

Borg widened his eyes in shock. «Oh goodness! You're right! I've never thought of it that way. Once again, a proof that your grace is truly fit to rule.» he said, praising the girl. The ambassador then looked at Squire carefully. «I must say, you look familiar.» he said. Then, he raised his eyes in surprise. «Sacrebleu! You must be Squire! You are one of the tank commanders that stopped the Imperials at Vasel!» he exclaimed.

«That would be me. Although I'm afraid that I must give the credit to Welkin for the plan to recapture the city. I must say, a brilliant offensive plan, reminds me of Rommel.» Squire commented. The ambassador had a light laugh. «I've no idea who is this "Rommel", but you and the rest of the tank commanders are legends in the Federation. And I must admire your offensive plans against the Empire. Unlike our commanders.» he growled at the end.

«They bloody went around the Maginot, didn't they?» Squire asked. «They went around our defensive lines. Then they mass charged at us.» the ambassador responded. «Where did they even outflank you? They declared war against Gallia only now.» Bill asked.

«Well, let's just say the Balkans…switched sides.» the ambassador responded. «Na sicher. Na sicher. Es ist wieder Rumänien. (Of course. Of course. It's Romania all over again.)» Hans commented back, with no one hearing him. «Anyway, I am privileged to meet you commander Squire. I truly hope that meeting you shall be the beginning of a great friendship between the Federation, Gallia and the Allied Nations.» Borg said, shaking the hand of Squire.

«I appreciate it as well. It could also mean that the Federation can support us in the military production sector.» Squire then said. «Yes I would say we are in a dire situation. I mean I asked for a second Lee-Enfield rifle just in case, and all I received was a wooden stick. And I must say I truly doubt about its firing capabilities.» Bill commented.

Cornelia widened her eyes. «Oh god….I didn't know it was THAT bad!» she exclaimed shocked. «Well let's just say that in comparison, Germany at the moment looks like the combined United States and Soviet Union regarding military production.» Squire commented. Cornelia was at a loss of words.

«Wait….isn't Germany in a state of complete ruin, its town bombed day and night and its capital filled with Soviet troops?» Cornelia asked afraid. «I am afraid you're correct, your highness.» Squire responded. «And they still outclass us in production!? Prime minister Borg! I thought you said we were in an excellent military production situation!» she exclaimed.

Soon, all the officers and generals turned to the two, in complete shock. Even General Damon expression was all like "WHAT!?". Varrot in the meantime was screaming internally. Borg was sweating hard. «Uh….off course your majesty…..it must have been that factory in particular that must be lacking behind. They shall receive very hard words tomorrow. And just in case….we'll expand the military spending!» Borg tried to justify himself.

«I must say it's the most likely reason. Anyway, we are not here to talk about military production. We are here to celebrate the beginning of the everlasting Allied/Gallian/Federation alliance. Yeeees.» Squire tried to ease the tension. He then shook the hand of the ambassador once again.

«I sincerely hope this is the beginning of a great friendship, and that the Federation will respect the independence of Gallia. Despite the fact that there is a lot of Ragnite. And there are Valoisian communities in the south. That are protesting. No, I'm sure that the Federation is truly trustworthy.» Squire then said.

The ambassador smiled at those words in a relatively suspicious way. «Oh, I'm sure we will get along.» he then said. A short silence followed. «I apology. It's a medical condition of mine. I sometime just do weird smiles.» the ambassador said. «well bugger, I would not like to be in your situation. Anyway, cheerio, let's have a wonderful party shall we?» Squire then said.

But as the banquet started, Varrot had the urge to go outside.


Outside of the room, the squad was on their way to the exit. «Well that was a jolly good deal we just obtained.» Squire commented. Hans raised an eyebrow. «You do realize that the Federation has intention to incorporate Gallia and that the nobles are using all the spending on themselves. Why you acted as you didn't know anything?» he then asked.

«Well I suppose that being in front of a service revolver is not a quite happy experience. I would appreciate not being executed by the higher ups at the moment, yeees.» Squire responded. «Is no one going to mention the fact that you just casually went in and talked to both the freaking ambassador of the Federation, the prime minister of Gallia, and FUCKING PRINCESS CORNELIA, like it was nothing?!» Faldio exclaimed.

«Cut it mate. We needed the bloody opening of the relations.» Jack responded. However loud steps could be heard. «I say, do you hear that chumps-» Squire was about to ask, before being interrupted. «SQUIRE YOU MORONIC FUCK!» it was Varrot, using a rifle as a club, charging at them.

«[Jesus the other Fanfiction invaded! And she got a rifle instead of an attendance book!]» Brian exclaimed. In retaliation, Squire shot a few bullets at the ground stopping Varrot. «I must say my dear, while you are indeed the commander of our regiment, I would advise against using precious rifles against us. Also please avoid using physical violence against us. It's not very lady like.» Squire said in a kind tone.

Varrot was absolutely livid. «What were you thinking!? You almost blew the meeting with your little stunt!» she exclaimed angrily. «Well I'm glad she didn't hear plan B.» Bill commented. «What was that soldier!?» she asked furious. «Varrot! Varrot!» a voice came from the corridors.

It was General Damon running at full speed. Not thinking, Varrot turned. «Bugger off, fatty!» she exclaimed, before realizing who she was speaking to. He remained silent, and then sighed. «We'll talk about this later. Which means never. But now there are more important issues. Princess Cornelia just got kidnapped! The ambassador was a spy!» he exclaimed.

«What!? That's impossible! How did they go past the guards!?» Varrot exclaimed in shock. «Urgh. Never mind. I feel like I'm losing my mind. Welkin. Faldio. Deploy your squads immediately. Squire, we'll talk about this later.» Varrot ordered the men. «I'm afraid it won't occur my dear. [The author does have problems regarding continuity to be honest.]» Squire commented.

«Squire. Where should you be right now?» she asked pissed. «On the Churchill?» he asked. «On the Churchill!» she exclaimed. Hans raised an eyebrow on the way to the exit. «Wir retten eine politische Figur? Was ist das? Fall Eiche? (We're saving a political figure? What's this? Operation oak?)» he asked to himself.

«Jolly good. We have to save the queen of the Netherlands. Again.» Squire commented. «We have to move quickly, or else she's going to be killed on the guillotine and Gallia will be proclaimed a republic!» Edmond exclaimed. «Huh. So this is how it's like to have a monarch.» Mikalai commented.


Meanwhile, an armored car moved alongside the roads of Randgriz. «Au port! À pleine vitesse! Pour la Fédération! (To the harbor! At full speed! For the Federation!)» the ambassador exclaimed inside of the armored vehicle. He then turned to Cornelia, who was inside.

«Sorry for the cramped space, your highness.» he said cockily. She looked at him with no emotion. «What will you do to me? Will you decapitate me and place my head on a pike?» she asked with no emotion. The ambassador widened his eyes in shock.

«That's disgusting! We'll simply put you under surveillance and made Gallia our puppet!» he exclaimed. She continued to look at him with no emotion. «Can I be decapitated instead?» she almost pleaded. «Aren't you going to say that we won't get away with this and that we will be stopped?» the driver asked.

«That would be futile. I mean I doubt that there will be a group of tanks and soldiers stopping you as soon as we take that turn-» she said, before interrupting herself after they took that turn.

«Morning!» Squire exclaimed. Surrounding the vehicle was the tanks and soldiers of Squad 7 and Squad 1. «Oh…Merde (Oh…Shit.)» was all the driver said. «I say sir, isn't technically evening?» Bill asked. «Nope. Actually checked the clock this time. It's almost time for dawn, I dare to say.» Squire responded.

«Stay back! If you take a single step, the Princess gets it!» the ambassador exclaimed. «You mean…..this Princess?» a boy, around 15 years old with dark hair asked, holding Cornelia like a spouse. «Wha-how did you get her!?» the ambassador exclaimed.

«I…moved really stealthily?» he responded. «There's no way you could sneak that well! How did you even open the door without making a noise!?» the Ambassador exclaimed once more. «Then how did I get the princess?» he asked to himself. « Je handen zijn zo warm. (Your hands are so warm.)» Cornelia said with an emotionless tone.

« Uh ... bedankt? (Uh...thank you?)» he asked with an awkward tone. She then smiled and blushed slightly. « Ben jij mijn prins? (Are you my prince?)» she asked in a way that was incredibly creepy. The boy was actually slightly frightened. « Uh ... niet echt. Mijn naam is Ramal Valt. Ik ben een stoottroepen. (Uh...not really. My name is Ramal Valt. I'm a Shocktrooper.)» he said slightly terrified.

Cornelia smile got larger and her face blushed even more. « Ik zal je mijn prins maken. Niemand zal mijn prins schaden. (I'll make you my prince. No one will harm my prince.)» she said in an extremely creepy tone. «Oh bugger. She went full obsessive.» Bill commented. «Or full on Yandere as they bloody say. Heard the Japanese saying it sometimes in Papua.» Jack commented.

«Well jee. What do we have here? Bunch of frogs thinking that they can just flee like a greased gazelle on roller skates!» Brian exclaimed. «Yes, we admit it. We tried to kidnap princess Cornelia. But I would recommend let us go!» the ambassador exclaimed.

«Yeah, yeah. Let me guess. If we capture you we will be at war against the Federation.» Mikalai commented. «Uh…actually….We really can't at the moment. You know, Empire and all.» the ambassador commented. «Then….how do you plan to threaten us? that armored car probably just has a couple of machine guns for defense and the Princess is outside.» Hans commented.

The ambassador sighed. «Very well. You forced me doing this.» he said. He then picked up a radio. «Squad E. Oui, l'opération a été un échec. C'est ton tour maintenant. (Squad E. Yes, the operation was a failure. It's your turn now.)» he said to the radio.

A short silence followed soon. « Ik heb een slecht gevoel hierover. (I have a bad feeling about this.)» Welkin said.


Outside of Randgriz.

In one of the hills surrounding the city, a tank, similar to Brian Sherman, was stationary, with a man with fair skin and black hair. «Sooo….looks like it's time for action. I think. I'm not really good in Valoisian.» another man, with pointy black hair said to him.

The man on the tank turned at him serious. «I knew that we'd need to step in. Now remember mate, those are the same Gallians who stopped the Imperials at Vasel. They are not to be underestimated Raz.» he said. «Oh, plu-bloody-ease, they give them too much credit to these wankers. They probably faced some interwar tanks and called it a victory, Claude.» a girl with long flowing blonde hair said.

The man on the tank, Claude, sighed. «Ridley. You DO realize those are the same chumps who destroyed the Batomys tank? You know? Maximilian personal tank?» he said serious. She humpted at the answer. «Whatever. High command is just overestimating. Everybody bloody is.» she said angrily.

«Am I the only one who thinks we're starting to overestimate ourselves?» a woman with long, fluid dark hair asked the group. Claude looked at her with eyes that screamed agreement. «Well I'm glad somebody thinks the same, Kai.» he said with a glad tone.

«I must say, I think it's not underestimation. After all, we have glorious secret weapon.» a strong Slavic voice came from their left. It was a T-50 tank painted in a similar way to Claude tank. Coming out was a man, wearing black trousers and a yellow track suit. He had a mask hiding his face.

«Having a T-50 tank on our side is NOT a secret weapon. They have a Tiger all right! And all we have is the cast of Fury with a tankette!» another man exclaimed. Although calling him a "man" would be…..weird. He was wearing a typical Soviet uniform and his face….was the one of a Womble. I'm not kidding. It's a fucking Womble with a Soviet uniform.

«Hey! You guys are talking about me!?» a man, wearing a gas mask with a hoodie and a brown uniform, exclaimed. He was driving on a L3/33 CC. Claude sighed deeply. «Boris, don't overestimate your weapon. We heard that the Gallians had also developed a new tank with an 88 mm gun. Sovietwomble, Calm. Down. You'll catch an heard attack if you keep this up. Phlydaily….I don't even know what to say….» he said with a desperate tone.

Boris simply laughed at the words of Claude. «Ha! First they have to hit me. And even if they hit me, Russian glorious bias is on my side. Beside, this is no simple tank. More like shopping cart with gun!» he exclaimed. «See! How am I supposed to be calm with this guy supporting us! And don't get me started on the tankette! Why are you driving a tankette, Phly!» Sovietwomble exclaimed.

«Hey, I can't just meet the love of my life and abandon her like a trash bag. This tankette DOES have really good armor, because, get this: it can block 50' calibers, from the front!» Phlydaily exclaimed. A general silence followed. «We're going to die, aren't we?» Ridley asked desperate.

«{Well so much for the overestimating our opponent.}» Claude thought to himself. «Not if we deploy, secret weapon number two. Prepare…the hard bass.» Boris said, as he took a radio and placed it on his tank. He then pressed play.

[Cheeki Breeki Hardbass Anthem starts playing]

After the song started playing, the tanks and men of Squad E charged down the hill toward their opponents, the music blasting at full strength. « GAAAAARRRRGGGHHHH! WAT IS DIT GELUID!? ( WHAT THE HELL IS THIS NOISE!?)» Isara screamed in pain.

« Oh god ... ze gebruiken psychologische wapens! Het is Bali helemaal opnieuw! AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH ! (Oh god...they are using psychological weapons! It's Bali all over again! AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!)» Welkin panicked as he retreated in more defendable positions.

«Mai gawd! It a gaw damn Soviet horde!» Brian exclaimed in full panic. «Actually, those are French.» Hans corrected Brian. «Well that's just bloody great isn't it? It's Vichy France all over again!» Squire exclaimed. «Fire! Open fire!» Faldio exclaimed. Soon, the tanks and soldiers of both squads started to open fire to Squad E, who was using their tanks as cover.

After a while, Squad E started to open fire at Squad 1 and 7. In the meantime, Ramal got the princess to safety. «Kom je bij me terug, mijn prins? (Will you come back to me, my prince?)» she asked in a creepy way. He paled for a second. « Uh… .ja… .. ik denk…. (Uh….yeah…..I guess….)» in an awkward way.

She was overjoyed by this. « Je bent de eerste die me zo vriendelijk behandelt nadat mama en papa stierven. (You're the first one to treat me this kindly after mum and dad died.)» she said with a cold tone. Ramal paled again and simply leaved not saying a word.

Meanwhile, despite the best efforts of both Squad 1 and 7, Squad E had managed to enter the outskirt of the city. Unknown for them, however, a surprise was to come from behind. Behind Squad E, once they entered the city, was an Italian P40 saw the scene.

«Non ci credo ragazzi! Siamo noi a salvare I Tedeschi, e non I Tedeschi a salvare noi! (I can't believe this guys! We're saving the Germans, instead of being saved by the Germans!)» the commander exclaimed, as a shell almost hit the Squad. «Oh god oh fuck! They're behind us!» Sovietwomble exclaimed in full panic.

Phly turned to see the Italian tank. «HEY! Fratello! Grande fratello! (Brother! Big Brother!) Look at me!» he exclaimed, with a fake Italian accent. The Italians did NOT take that well. «Uccidete l'L3/33 CC (Kill the L3/33 CC)» the commander said coldly. Phly managed to dodge the shell for a miracle.

«Well jolly good! The Ariete division is here!» Squire exclaimed. «Well in that case we will avoid capture with them delaying the armored corps. Which is composed by three tanks apparently.» Bill commented. Soon the battle become intense, as explosions that could rival Hollywood surrounded the entire city.

« Oh verdomme, wat is er nu zelfs aan de hand!? (Oh for fuck sake, what is even going on right now!?)» Rosie exclaimed as she kept on shooting. Suddenly, Raz jumped on top of the small pillbox she was behind, pointing his gun at her. «So? Will you really make me kill another Gallian?» he asked with a smirk.

Rosie looked confused. «Wait what?» was all she said. But before Raz could respond, a blade almost decapitated him. «On your knees and give me head!» a demonic voice called out. It was the one of Scatsbury, who took a fighting stance. Soon Squad 422 came to give support, with their "Nameless" tank.

However, most surprisingly of all was the fact that many of them were armed with great swords and other large weapons. «Why is this an RPG now? WHY IS THIS A RPG NOW!?» Sovietwomble exclaimed in full panic. «Calm down comrade, for we have Slavic machinery.» Boris reassured him.


Explosions and screaming continued to fill the capital. And somebody had noticed. It was Maximilian and Selvaria, who were in a nearby forest watching the scene alongside various other men. Maximilian face was serious, but he was pale, basically white.

He sighed hard. « Net. Pozvonite VVS. My ne voydem v gorod, poka situatsiya ne proyasnitsya. YA ne imeyu delo s etim der'mom. (Nope. Call the air force. We're not entering the city until the situation has not been cleared. I ain't dealing with that shit.)» he said desperate. As he said that, a "Fus Ro Dah!" was heard in the distance, and one of Squad E men was sent flying.


In the meantime, Squad 1, 7 and now even 422 were being pinned down by Squad E. Luckily, no one was getting killed in the engagement. After a while the four Squads stopped firing and advancing, and the hard bass song stopped singing. «All right, all right lads. It's quite obvious that we're reaching a stalemate here. I mean it's the Somme all right. But, I must say that fighting is quite pointless in the current situation.» Squire explained to Squad E.

«What do you mean? They are literally attacking our city. They tried to kidnap our princess!» Kurt exclaimed in his tank. «Well I must say that this skimmerish has reached the sizes of the Soviet-Japanese border war, but we don't need to escalate things. After all, what if the Empire decides to take advantage of the current situation?» Squire asked.

«The empire? Didn't you stop them at Vasel?» Kai asked. «Well you know communism. As they say, There's no air brakes on communism, don't you know?» Squire asked again. «Uh….speaking of communism…..isn't that-» Isara asked before being interrupted by the glorious Soviet anthem being heard in the sky.

«Aaaaand bugger. They have us in stitches.» Squire said. «Oh….Blyat.» was all Boris said looking at the plane formation. «Can I panic now?» Sovietwomble asked. «You ALWAYS do but…..yeah…..and I think I will too.» Ridley commented sadly and with a pale face.

The formation was composed by P-39N-0, La-9, La-7 and Talina's Yak-9 in front of them. But alongside them was something else. A large number of jet engines. Those were Yak-15, which are totally not Yak planes with an underpowered engine. « Ne zhaley etikh kapitalisticheskikh ublyudkov! I pomni! Rossiyskiye samolety ne ispytyvayut soprotivleniya, potomu chto v otlichiye ot gryaznykh kapitalisticheskikh samoletov, kotoryye letayut v vozdukhe, rossiyskiye samolety letayut cherez kommunizm! (Show no mercy to those capitalist bastards! And remember! Russian planes don't experience drag, because unlike dirty capitalistic planes that fly through air, Russian planes fly through communism!)» she exclaimed to the formation, who cheered at the woman.

Will our heroes manage to survive the next onslaught? Will they be reinforced by their own air force in time? Will there be a reason why the author just randomly made a cliffhanging for no real reason? Find out next, on A Brits, a Yankee, a French and a Hun in Gallia.


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