A Brits, a Yankee, a French and a Hun in Gallia
The year is 2020. The once mighty nation of Como, homeland of the famous writer Antonio Ferrari, has been whipped out of the world map by the terrible Covid-19. It's army of small viruses has destroyed the capital, and now is on the advance on the rest of Europe and, if not stopped, maybe even the world.
Many strategies had been adopted for a defensive posture against the plague, such as social distancing, but the people of Europe are tired to take cover in fear while the plague destroys the world.
A solution seems to be in sight for the terrible disease. The ancient scrolls of "A Brits, a Yankee, a French and a Hun in Gallia", still in the ancient capital of the Como empire, by none other than the famous author Antonio Ferrari.
An elite squad has been sent to retrieve the artifact. And, after years of research, the search seems to be finally over.
In the ruins of the ancient Duomo of Como, four individuals search, lifting rocks and debris. One of them was a man, dressed in black, with an angry looking mask and a black hood. The other was a man, dressed in black, with white boots, white hair and green skin.
Another man had a red jacket and clown make up. And last but not least there was the leader, a man with a golden armour and a purple face. The group continued its search, until the man with the black hood found a scroll.
After a quick glance, he realized it was what he was meant to find. The cure to the evil Coronavirus was at hand. The scroll of "A Brits, a Yankee, a French and a Hun in Gallia." The man handled the scroll with kindness, but was none the less excited.
He spent years searching for this ancient relic, written long before the Covidapocalypse, as the Covid pandemic was called. « It is done. » he proclaimed, gaining the attention of his comrades.
« We will fulfil Antonio Ferrari destiny. We will finish, what he started. » he then said solemn. « Indeed Kylo Ren. » the green man said, placing a hand on his shoulders. « Now witness to the most beautiful, most powerful, most well written, immortal, Fanfiction this world has ever laid eyes on. » the green man said.
The clown laughed of happiness at the sight. « Finally, Zamatsu. I'm happy again! » the clown exclaimed. « Now we can deal with Covid. That sickness is awful. It just wanted to make fun of us. » he then said, with an angrier tone.
The purple man, which up to this point remained silent, finally spoke. « I know what it's like to lose, Joker. To feel so desperately that you're right, yet to fail nonetheless. It's frightening, turns the legs to jelly. I ask you to what end? Dread it. Run from it. Pandemic cures still arrive all the same. And now it's here. Or should I say, WE ARE. » he proclaimed.
« Thanos. My friend. After such a long search, I believe it is our right to read this everlasting masterpiece. » Kylo said. Thanos looked at the dark figure and nodded. « indeed. It is time for us to learn about the one Fanfiction. With these words, our bodies will be immune to the sickness. So! Let us read. » the purple man proclaimed.
On a small forest in the whereabouts of Rangdriz, Squad 1, leaded by Faldio which included Gerhard Hetzer and Oscar Tortoise squadron, had found an Imperial/Soviet artillery battalion, firing at Rangdriz positions.
It was a mighty battalion composed of M1877, M1904 and M1910 siege guns, M1915 and M1939 howitzers and M1877, M1931 and M1943 mortars. Ok, some were very, VERY outdated, but don't laugh! They can still scratch you!
«Damn it! Our artillery was supposed to neutralize the enemy one! This is Lièges all over again! » Faldio cursed at the still intact artillery battalion. «What "artillery"? Our artillery battery has already fired it's allocated three shots this week. » Gerhard told Faldio.
«Oh yeah, I just keep on forgetting we only developed in the rubber industry, don't I? » Faldio realized desperate. «Well there's the Benelux region for you. » Oscar commented. «Well I'm just surprised the Imperials and the Soviets haven't heard us. » Ramal commented.
«You are in no spot of worry, lad. For you see, the overconfident Bolshevik hordes had underestimated the possibility of a flanking attack by the Gallian and Allied forces, and have decided to fully bombard our perimeters, causing large volumes of noise, hiding our advance. Mark my words, they will never see…well hear…us coming! » Oscar proclaimed proudly.
Just as he finished the phrase, however, one of the Tortoise tank destroyers was obliterated, its main gun flying for several meters in the air and hitting the ground.
«Huh. Never knew that the 32-pounder had aerodynamic features. » Oscar commented. «Well, up to 20 meters it might be getting the help of the IMPERIAL ARTILLERY BATTALLION! » Faldio exclaimed in a panic as he saw the Imperials and Soviets turning their guns at the enemy.
«Weeeeellll…. bullocks. » Oscar said, as the entire squadron started to retreat from the incoming fire, with many Soviet and Imperial soldiers charging forward against them. After a while, the Squad reached a small river ditch, which they were going to turn into a trench.
«Sorry to be speaking in a rather inappropriate time sir, but I believe it would be of best interest for an immediate reinforcement. » Oscar told Faldio. «No shit sherlock Brit! » Faldio exclaimed as he got the radio.
Meanwhile, back in Rangdriz, our heroes were pinned down by ferocious Imperial/Soviet fire. Then, Squire received Faldio call. « Hello hello there old chump. Is these something the matter? » he asked in his usual British tone.
«Yes actually. We're…kind of in a situation. Like, really bad situation. This is sort of like Antwerp, actually. Could any of you send any reinforcements? » Faldio asked after dodging a bullet. « Uhhh I don't really know mate; we'll have to see…» Squire responded.
«Hey there Alicia! Could you be a great lass and see if the Slavs can allow movements outside of our trench? » he then asked the scout, who picked a helmet and placed it on the muzzle of her rifle.
She then raised the rifle up above the trench, only for the helmet to be hit and flying backward for several meters. Squire did not seem satisfied by the result. «Weeeelll… I don't really believe that the Russians will allow any sort of movement. I'm afraid that reinforcements cannot come, at least from us anyway. [But hey! At the very least the AUTHOR has updated! I swear his upload schedule is too infrequent. The queen is very disappointed I tell you. Very disappointed.] » Squire then told Faldio.
« [The queen? But isn't Italy a republic?] » Bill asked. « [Doesn't matter. Well I assume that at the very least this means that the Fanfiction is back. Time to prepare tea and biscuits after the battle. For the Squidonian empire!] » Squire responded after his Churchill tank fired at incoming enemy tanks.
« [Squidonian empire? Don't you mean Gallia?] » Isara innocently asked. « [Oh, you bloody well know what I mean. In the meantime, it is time to show these Bolshevik barbarians who rules the swamps!] » Squire responded.
In the meantime, back to our subplot- I mean back to the battle in the forest, Faldio put down the radio, while sitting in a chair alongside Oscar with a mug of tea. Oscar had one too, and was reading a journal.
After a while, an Imperial artillery shell hit their nearby position, lifting great chunks of ground, some hitting Faldio and Oscar. «Well this is bullshit. » the Gallian commented. « This is a battle in a field. [What more can you expect from this franchise?] » Oscar responded.
« [Wrong franchise I'm afraid. But it these will become chronicles one day.] » Gerhard commented. Faldio sighed. «Well…I suppose it could be worse. » he then said. «Yeah. We could be in the Barious Desert again. » Gerhard commented. «Yeah, exactly. And I'm not dealing with a Valkyria again. » Faldio commented with disgust, as more pieces of ground felt on him.
«Say, any…any changes out there, commander? » Oscar asked. Faldio then motioned one of his scouts, a man in his late 20's with light brown blended short hair and a moderate build, to check the "frontlines".
The man looked with some fear at the scene and responded. «Uuuhhh no sir. Still looks like they want to rape us. ». Faldio scoffed. « Of course. Because women just aren't enough, aren't they? » he commented.
«Weeelllll this IS the Soviets we're talking about. » Gerhard commented. «With all due respect, sir, » Ramal spoke scratching the back of his head, «I don't think we're going to help the rest of the Gallian forces by keeping our asses in this dried up river. »
«We're not "keeping our asses" here! No, no. This is a… holding pattern. » Oscar tried to justify their current situation. «Besides, we're having a good KTD ratio. » Gerhard added. «Yeah, while hiding in a natural trench with these monstrosities of a…. whatever the Brits vehicles are supposed to be. » the scout commented.
Oscar remained silent for a while. «They are tank destroyers! » he responded angrily. «I mean…. are they? Looks more like moving artillery » Faldio commented. « [Trust me, they handle just like any other tank destroyers would handle in this Fanfiction.] » Oscar said with a calmer tone.
« [What? Unrealistically?] » Gerhard commented. Oscar remained silent for a while with his index finger up, only to respond disappointed later. « [Yes.] » he said sadly. Suddenly, however, an Imperial grenade landed inside of Faldio tea cup.
«HOLY- » the scout said, before instinctually kicking the cup from Faldio hand, which resulted it hitting an Imperial in the head, while not exploding. And for some time, it did not explode. Hell, it hadn't exploded yet. So much that both Allied, Gallian, Imperial and Soviet forces stopped charging one another to see the bloody thing.
«Well that's strange. » Faldio commented. «Yes. That grenade has an awfully long fuse. » Oscar continued. « Hey! Give it a break! I'm sure our comrades back at home are working really hard and this is the best they could come up with! » one of the Imperial soldiers exclaimed in defence of the faulty design.
« That or it was built in a Darcsen Gulag and it was sabotaged by our brothers. » Gerhard commented. «Where were we? Ah yes! Capitalist pig rape time! » a Soviet officer exclaimed issuing yet another charge.
Then, one Soviet soldier took a good aim at the Gallian scout and shoot him in the chest. « IDO! ARE YOU ALL RIGHT!? GET A MEDIC! » Faldio shouted worried. « Don't worry boss. [Only did 58 damage.] » the scout, named Ido, reassured his commander.
« Huh. And I thought it would had killed you. Or at the very least greatly injury you. » Faldio commented. « [Nah, as long as it's not a cutscene we should all be under fine conditions as long as our HP don't run to zero.] » Oscar commented.
« [HP?] » Ramal asked confused. « [It's best if you don't ask too many questions.] » Gerhard told the Gallian. Back to the Imperials and Soviets, their great advance seemed to be stalled…somehow.
That was because of the muddy terrain that was in front of them, as it sunk the heavily armoured Imperials and even the Soviets. « Chto zdes' za der'movaya gryaz'?! [ What's all this crappy mud down here!?] » a Soviet officer exclaimed.
« Chto zh ... my NAKHODIMSYA v Gallii, tovarishch. [ Well… we ARE in Gallia comrade.] » an Imperial soldier responded. « Moet…. moeten we het vuur op hen openen meneer? Ik bedoel, ze zitten vast en alle en- [Should…. should we open fire at them sir? I mean they are stuck and all and-] » Ramal asked to Faldio before being interrupted.
« Feuer! Töte alle bolschewistischen Abschaum! [ Fire! Kill all the Bolshevik scums!] » Gerhard exclaimed as his tank butchered several of the trapped Imperial and Soviet forces. « Oke dan. Oorlogsmisdaad is het. Haardvuur! [Okay then. War crime it is. Open fire!] » Faldio exclaimed.
Many more Imperial and Soviet soldiers were brutally shot at by our great heroes. «Uhhh…. Ido? » a Gallian scout with short dark brown hair asked the other scout. « Ja Marloes? [Yes Marloes?] » Ido asked.
« Denk je dat wij nu de slechteriken zijn? [ Do you think we're the baddies right now?] » she asked with a lot of doubt in her voice. Ido remained silent for a while. « Nee. Ze verdienen dit absoluut. [Nah. They totally deserve it.] » he responded, after resuming shooting at the enemy soldiers.
However, this simply pissed the other Imperials and Soviets who roared this cry of anger at the butcherers of their comrades. « Jerks! This wasn't very cool! ». The situation did not look happy. « Any idea on how to handle these guys? » Faldio asked.
« Air support maybe? » Marloes asked. « Now don't be silly. We're not Americans. Besides, there's not an Imperial industrial town for hundreds of miles in here. » Oscar responded. But clearly this meant nothing, as aircraft did indeed come.
In the Gallian skies a Sunderland MK IIIa squadron assembled, alongside some He 112 A-0, some Ju 88 A-1, an Hurricane Mk I/L, a Bf 109 E-1, several C.200 serie 3, an He 51 A-1, some P-26 A-33 and a Ju 87 B-2.
The Sunderland announced their arrival by gigantic bomb dropping, several pounds each by the movement of their broken payload drop. The sound of the bombs was deafening, and it was heard for miles around.
The leader of the Sunderland squadron piloted a Sunderland MK IIIa, which had below the cockpit a pair of moustaches and the world "The Moustached Adventurer" written. He was a sentient kangaroo with a brown eyepatch on his right eye and a light brown British RAF leather jacket, which had a circular badge on the shoulder with another kangaroo.
Alongside him was a man with a mask with an orange smiling face drawing on it, wearing a regular British uniform. The interior of their Sunderland was cosy and well decorated, more of a cruise ship on wings rather than a war lane. « Magz? W-we are the best pilots in existence for the damage we had caused. » the masky boy told his colleague.
«Yes Orange, especially considering our viewfinder keeps moving forward and how broken this bloody flying boat is. [There should be a key binding to open the bomb bay.] » the kangaroo, Magz, responded.
Watching the scene from a war torn Rangdriz, Squad 7 admired the bombing squadron making short work of the enemy artillery. « Finally, some air support. [I swear it looked like we were roleplaying the Germans considering the lack of it in these chapte-I meant battle!] » Squire proclaimed.
« What do you mean? We had plenty of air support! Just…. not…so late in the war! » Hans exclaimed at the British commander. « Good. The enemy artillery has been dealt with. Now call them here! We're getting pinned to hard for my tastes! » Welkin exclaimed.
However, our heroes noticed that the entire bombing squadron was aiming at the forest, in which Faldio and his squad were. Then, before they could raise any questions, massive explosions formed in the area, as the Sunderland started to bomb the forest.
Everyone had their eyes wide open at the idiocy of the Sunderland, who had started to bomb their own allies for no reason whatsoever. Squire remained smiling, but disappointed. « [Uh author? AUTHOR!? NEXT! NEXT BLOODY PARAGRAPH!] » he shouted angrily. I should hurry up.
Meanwhile, back in the forest-
« [THANK YOU! ASS!] »
Anyway, back in the forest, Squad 1 tried to dodge the bombs as best as they could. « WHAT THE HELL GUYS! WE'RE ALLIES! WE'RE ALLIES! » Faldio exclaimed. « It's no use. It's almost as someone is feeding our Sunderland false information's or something! » Gerhard exclaimed. Suddenly, the Squad came face to face with some communist Viet Minh soldiers with radios in a ditch, which they used to communicate with the bombing squadron.
A short awkward silence followed. « We're helping! » a random Vietnamese shouted, before the whole squad was shot to oblivion by the pissed soldiers. Once the soldiers had calmed down, Faldio picked the radio up.
« This is lieutenant Faldio Landzaat. Do not resume the bombing in the forest. It was a clever ruse by the communists to destroy our forces. You were bombing us. » Faldio communicated to the squadron, most specifically Magz plane.
« Pfff. We can't even aim correctly with this thing. » the kangaroo responded. « [We should had focused on target for zooming in.] » Orange commented. Faldio sighed as he tried to go over the top, only to freeze in fear.
« Uhhh guys? I don't think we should leave the ditch. » he said pale. « Yes, I wouldn't use those ladders either…. There's a splinter on there, someone might get hurt you know! » Oscar commented.
« Actually…it's more about- » Faldio responded, before the Soviet anthem started to play at maximum volume in the sky, as a squadron of Yak-9B, La-5, P-63C-5, Yak-3P and Pe-2-359 prepared for a massive bombing raid.
« Weren't they supposed to be distracted by our air force? » Ramal asked defeated. « Something tells me our air force is being overrun. Just like Stalingrad. » Gerhard responded with an even more defeated tone.
One of the Sunderland was targeted by a Yak-9B, but luckily for him, the Hurricane Mk I/L easily downed him with a few hits from his 7.7 mm Browning machine gun. «Be lucky that I wasn't on the ground you Bolshevik bastards, eh! » he shouted.
« Nah, you seem more capable in a Hurricane, the trenches are not a suitable place for a lumberjack like yourself. » the Bf 109 E-1 commented. « Same goes for you, Mr…? » the Canadian pilot asked.
« Kim. The name is Kim. But you may know me as the next Erich Hartmann! » the German exclaimed, as he shot down another Soviet plane. « [Sure, like all War Thunder players.] The name's Emerson, by the way. » the Canadian responded.
Some La-5 then attempted to target more of the Sunderland, but met heavy resistance by both the He 112 A-0, the C.200 serie 3 and the P-26A-33. « Looks like the Bolsheviks haven't planned this very well. » an He 112 pilot commented.
« Say, should we even call them "Bolsheviks"? Aren't they supposed to be Nazi Bismarckian Habsburg Tsarists? » a C.200 pilot asked. « Nah. If it works for the commies, it's a gaw damn commie! » a P-26 shot back.
« Hey Bolschewiki! Wibble Wibble Wibble! [Hey Bolsheviks! Wibble Wibble Wibble!] » the He 51 A-1 pilot shouted as he took down one of the planes, while laughing like a madman. « Jesus what's the gaw damn problem with Jerry over there!? » a P-26 pilot exclaimed.
« Don't worry. He's just Vinzenz. Has a few mental illnesses, but he's a good pilot. » Kim responded. «Few mental illnesses!? And you sent him into combat!? » a C.200 pilot exclaimed shocked. « We are sort of experiencing manpower shortages in the Luftwaffe. » Kim responded.
« The Soviets better ask for help! Because with the British we'll make them drink boiling tea! BOILING TEA! » he exclaimed again as he laughed. Meanwhile, Magz Sunderland was in a difficult spot.
Attempting to bomb an Imperial tank regiment, his bomb viewpoint kept on moving forward or backward. « Bugger! How am I supposed to aim at those things!? » he exclaimed annoyed. « Have you considered imagining it like something you despise? » Orange asked.
« Well I guess it could be a possible solution. What do you suggest? » the sentient kangaroo asked. «Uhhh…. A coffee plantation? » Orange asked. A short silence followed. « Actually, I don't really mind coffee to be hone- » Magz responded, before his British co-pilot eyes glow red.
« Enough said. » he then said with an aristocratic tone, before dropping all the bombs on the targets, destroying every single tank in the regiment. « Yeeeeessss. » he then said, in a low menacing tone partly intimidating and arousing both Orange and Magz.
Then, overhead came a group of Yak-15 jet fighters, which aimed to destroy the entire squadron. « Ne proyavlyayut miloserdiye. [Show no mercy.] » the leading pilot said with a cold tone, almost like the one of a cheesy American WW2 propaganda movie.
« Gospodi mayor! Chto eto bylo!? [Jesus Major! What was that!?] » one of the pilots said. « YA prosto pytalsya zvuchat' kruto. [Znayesh', yesli iz nas kogda-nibud' snimut fil'm, ya dazhe mogu pokazat'sya ustrashayushchim zlodeyem!] [ I was just trying to sound cool. (You know, if they ever make a movie out of us I may even sound like an intimidating villain!)] » the major responded calmer.
« Da! [Lish' by eto ne vrazheskaya propaganda!] [ Yeah! (As long as it's not enemy propaganda!)] » another Soviet pilot responded. Soon, the formation plunged against their enemies. « Oh, stört. Sie haben Düsenflugzeuge. [ Oh bother. They have jet aircraft.] » Kim commented at the sight.
One of the jets 23 mm NS-23 cannon shot and damaged the tail of a Sunderland bomber, gaining the confusion of the crew. « Bother! Wonder what that was. » the pilot wondered. « V samom dele!? Prosto povrezhdennyy khvost!? Eti pushki - musor! [Really!? Just a damaged tail!? These guns are garbage!] » the Yak 15 pilot cursed.
Then, one of the C.200 was shot down by the Yak-15. But, as it attempted to shot down another C.200, Kim arrived just in time to shot the pilot on the face with his machine guns. « I say, Kim. A brilliant shootout, eh? » Emerson congratulated the German.
« You know you democratic nations either insults our aircrafts or give us compliments. You sound just like the Italians! » Kim exclaimed at the Canadian. « HEY! » one of the C.200 pilots exclaimed.
Then, Emerson shot the wing off one of the Yak-15, and shot the motor of another one. « Bugger me! That Jet is really oiled up! » he exclaimed. « Oh, come on! How the hell are ye taking down so many jets!? » a P-26 pilot exclaimed. « [Must be the fact that the Fanfiction made every one of our planes like a stripped out lubricated Spitfire!] » Emerson exclaimed.
« If you say so, let me try something. » Magz commented, as he aimed at a Pe-2-359. First thing first, he climbed up vertically, then he flipped over and prepared for a boom and zoom engagement.
The Soviet plane, to the amazement of everyone, was shot down. « Wonder how many medals we will get for this stunt. » the kangaroo commented. « Huh. I'm surprised how manoeuvrable a plane the size of Wales happens to be. So big it could fit the entirety of the population of Wales as well. Even the sheep could fit in! » Oscar commented on the ground.
« Faldio? Are you going to ask for reinforcements? » Gerhard asked the Gallian. « I already did. Although, now that you mentioned it…. they should had got here by now. » he commented.
Some distance away from the fighting, a lone Maus tank wondered aimless in the countryside. « Nun, das ist einfach toll, zuerst Berlin und jetzt sind wir in ... wo zum Teufel sind wir genau? [ Well this is just great, first Berlin and now we are in…. where the hell are we exactly?] » the commander asked.
« Keine Ahnung, Kommandant. Moment mal, ich sehe eine Art Panzerfirma vor mir. Seltsam, ich erkenne ihre Markierung nicht und ... sie sind blau gestrichen!? [No idea commander. Hold on I see some sort of tank company up ahead. Odd, I don't recognise their marking and... they are painted blue!?] » the tank driver exclaimed confused.
« Ja, ich sehe sie. Schütze halten Feuer, sie könnten freundlich sein. Sie sehen tatsächlich wie Panzer IV aus. Vielleicht ein pro-Achsen-finnisches Panzerbataillon? [ Yeah, I see them. Gunner hold fire they could be friendly. They kind of look like Panzer IV as a matter of fact. Maybe some pro-Axis Finnish tank battalion?] » the tank commander wondered.
Little did they know, it was a battalion of Gallian Lichtwagen II, commanded by none other than general Damon and who were supposed to reinforce Faldio position. « Generaal meneer, er komt een grote vectwagen deze kant op! Het heeft een hellend pantser, dus het moet een nieuwe Imperiale vectwagen zijn! [ General sir, there is a large tank coming this way! It's got sloped armour so it must be some new Imperial tank!] » one of the tank commanders exclaimed.
« Val het dan aan! Het reguliere leger zal in mijn naam een glorieuze overwinning behalen die de overwinning van de militie onbeduidend zal maken. Haardvuur! [ Well then attack it! The regular army will have a glorious victory in my name that will make the militia upstarts victory's insignificant. Open fire!] » Damon ordered the tank battalion, which immediately started to harass the Maus. It's pointless to say that it did no damage.
« Feinde ist es. Feuer! [Enemy it is. Fire!] » the Maus commander exclaimed. « Dies ist ein Dank dafür, dass Sie KEINE Waffenbrüderlichkeit demonstrieren! [ This is as thanks for NOT demonstrating brotherhood in arms!] » the gunner exclaimed, as he started to destroy every single Gallian tank, until Damon came out running for his life.
« Ich erkenne die Uniform nicht, aber wie kann ein Kerl so fett Kerl ... so schnell rennen? [ I don't recognise the uniform but how can a guy so fat...run so fast?] » the tank commander wondered, before witnessing to the aerial battle above Faldio and his squad.
« Das ist das Seltsamste, was ich den ganzen Tag gesehen habe! [Now that is the weirdest thing I have seen all day!] » the tank commander exclaimed.
What can I say? Welcome to Gallia!
Author: Ok guys. Do you think the audience will buy the whole Covid-19 thing?
Welkin: Well, it IS a pretty good excuse. Still better than just saying "Your PC stopped working because of a fucking lightning!"
Squire: Indeed. I mean the fans would had got furious at such an excuse. I mean, a little meaningless lightning, stopping the hard work of the author!? Disgraceful. I would had stopped following your story in ages if this was indeed the case.
Author: Yeah. I should probably start update more.
"Short silence."
Author: They are reading this whole conversation, aren't they?
Squire: What do you mea-oh. Bullocks.
Author: Soooo…. what now?
Squire: Welllll, I'd say…. you're on your own.
Author: Wut?
Squire: See ya!
"Sound of portal closing"
Author: Wait! Come back you sons of-
"Silence."
Author: Uh….surprise! I can upload again! Uh…what can I say…ah yes! I sincerely appreciate the support of "K" and .gaming for several of the phrases in the fanfiction. I also appreciate the support of FreeWar, GJO1088, Dandaman5, UN Peacekeeper and Sgt117 for their various suggestions in the Fanfiction, you're all wonderful people.
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