A Brits, a Yankee, a French and a Hun in Gallia
While the battle raged in the forest nearby Rangdriz, in Rangdriz itself the situation wasn't that better. The Imperial/Soviet/Chinese forces were pushing the Allied/Gallian forces hard, swarming like ants.
« Jesus, these gaw damn commies just don't know when to stop! It's Bastogne all over again! » Brian exclaimed as he shot down another T-34. « Screw Bastogne! This is Berlin all over again! » Hans retaliated.
« Well at the very least our leader hasn't gone delusional yet. Or hasn't started a massive rant against her forces. » Squire commented. « Indeed. Rather, she seems to be sitting in a safe location in a building not too far from our position I believe. » Bill then said.
« Got to say, other than being a bit "Yandereish", she seems to be a good lass. » Jack commented. « Yeees, I dare to say that if prime minister Borg was to have an "accident", she would rule greatly this small kingdom. As long as the supply situation is cleared. Yees, yeees, yeeeees. » Squire responded.
Claude, who, alongside the rest of his Federation forces, was defending the capital, raised an eyebrow annoyed. « Sorry, it's just that I'm relatively new here. Could it be that this "Brits" as you guys call some of the Allied troops likes to say "Yes"? » he asked.
Rosie sighed hard. « You have no idea, NOT! Gallian. » she responded. Suddenly, a radio message came from Squad 1 in the middle of the chaos, which was picked up by Sovietwomble. « Federation Expeditionary Force in Gallia, who might it be? » he asked.
Faldio sighed. « First of all, you're not an expeditionary force. You're an invasion force. Second of all, we captured some Imperial artillery plans. Apparently, they intend to bombard position 225199. Do you have any idea what's in that position? » he asked.
Sovietwomble then looked at the coordinates of Rangdriz in a map, and noticed that position 225199 was…...oh god.
He then started to scream like a panicking girl. « Soviet! What's wrong!? » Raz exclaimed. « TEAM 1! TEAM 1 FUCKING SCATTER! TEAM 1 FUCKING SCATTER NOW! » Soviet exclaimed as he started to run into a safe position.
Phlydaily sighed hard. « [Let me guess, they're doing artillery spam.] » he said annoyed. Everybody else, on the other hand, was pale. « Weelll…. bullocks. » Squire commented, as he started to move his tank in a safer position alongside the rest of the squads.
« Get the fuck out of there! Get the fuck out! We're getting bombarded! » Soviet kept on shouting, and all the soldiers in the area soon started to follow the Womble. Finally, the reached what seemed to be a small bunker system, just in time to avoid the artillery barrage by the Comintern forces.
The tank crew descended their tanks while hiding them in safer locations, and reached the bunker. There, everyone took a deep breath of relief. « That. That was too close, mate. » Bill commented.
Then, the clicking of a rifle could be heard, and everyone turned to see Varrot with a rifle, believing the intruders to be Imperial or Soviet troops. She then sighed in relief as she recognized both the Nameless and Squad 7.
« Judging by the fact that the Federation troops aren't trying to kill us, I'd say we reached an agreement. » she then said. « Let's just say we're collaborating with the lesser evil at the moment. » Squire commented.
« It's the Soviet-Allied agreement all over again. » Jack commented. « Well, at least we ain't working with the commies. » Brian commented. « Nope. Just the French…...arguably worse. » Bill commented.
« Come here. We need to develop a battle plan. » Varrot commanded, as she moved to a table, showing both the Comintern and Allied positions. « As you can see from this map of Rangdriz, or forces- » she said before being interrupted.
« Which appears to be made out of high-quality rubber. » Squire commented, as he picked up one of the figures representing a Gallian soldier. « We had to cut a lot of hands for that. » Varrot commented. « What? » Kai asked shocked.
« I said our forces have been pushed back all the way to the city centre. Oost and Riverenbuurt have fallen just now. » she explained the troops. « Oh, I wouldn't worry too much, commander, we're perfectly safe. Or at least we can protect our flanks. After all, Slotervaart is protected by the vast bunker array over Zwanenburg. And it seems they are doing a ruddy good job keeping the communists at bay. ». Squire reassured the Gallian commander, who saw the "bunkers" he was referring to.
« Uh… yeah…about that… Squire, that's not a bunker complex. That's a piece of rubble from yesterday's enemy bombardment. Let me just get rid of it for all of you to see. » she said, picking up the rubble.
« Oh. » Squire commented. « As you can see, the Comintern forces are advancing on the entire front, and, as a matter of fact, before you made it here, I received news that they broke through the De Pijp line. » Varrot explained.
« They made it thought the markets and paint streets!? God, I hoped that would had lasted longer. » Welkin sighed. « How do we deal with this?! » Claude asked worried. « John dustpan and brush? » Bill proposed, gaining the confusion of everyone.
Suddenly, a phone, which was inside the bunker, started to ring, and was grabbed by a soldier. « Guys… I have good news, and bad news. » the sergeant, a man with short hair and green eyes around his mid-20's told the group.
« What is it, Cees? » Welkin asked. « The good news is that a new ally requests to join our war against the Empire. » the man, Cees, told Welkin. « This is it! This is the turning point! Final victory will be ours! » Hans exclaimed jubilant.
« Indeed. Why I am sure that the princess, under the Allied guidance, will have such great plans for Gallia. First, we will help her to increase the industry to match the Soviet Union and the United States combined, in order to avoid lack of equipment, then, I'm sure she will address this recent housing shortage, and finally, we will help her to create the greatest air force the world has ever seen, and then…..it's-it's Venezuela, isn't it? » Squire was all excited, but his excitement fell down at the end.
Cees looked confused for a while. « If your "Venezuela" is our equivalent of the Republic of Edmonia, a small South Vinlandian country, then yes. And that is the bad news. » he then explained. Everyone excitement in the room plundered into the ground « God-haven't they got enough on their plate as it is!? » Squire exclaimed angrily. Having calmed down, he realized the situation was bad.
« So, we are essentially getting pushed further back than a British field Marshall at the Somme? » Squire asked. « Exactly. That is why we need a plan, and fast. » she declared. « Have we considered wiredrawing from Gallia proper and setting a government in exile in Edinburgh, the Congo and the Gallian East Kushanies? » Bill proposed.
« You're joking, right? » Rosie asked pissed. « What else can we do? You can be like our Poland! » Bill tried to justify his plans. « Yeah. And look where it got us. » Mikhail complained. « Besides, what if the Gipanguese take advantage of the situation and invade NOT! Indonesia under the pretext of "stopping weapons and fuel entering Dai Han?" » Edmond noted.
« I propose to fight to the last man. We will not surrender to the Bolshevik hordes so easily. If they want Rangdriz, they shall fight house for house. Besides, it's not the first time a capital came under siege and came victorious, allowing for a massive victory. » Hans exclaimed proudly.
« Yeah. And look where it got you. » Squire noted. « [Well if Gallia is Anime Switzerland, we can still retreat in the mountains, right?] » Phlydaily noted. « [What are you…...we're in Anime Netherlands, you wally!] » Sovietwomble exclaimed.
« I can destroy the Imperials and Soviets with my apocalyptic dance moves! » Scatsbury exclaimed, gaining a "You serious" look from everyone. « And we can add hardbass to make it even more powerful. » Boris joined the argument.
« It's not going to work, dumbass! » Alicia exclaimed. « Yeah. They're bloody East Europeans. You will at most empower them! » Jack exclaimed. « I think I have a plan, but I think it's kind of dumb and requires a lot of dynamo effects to happen. » Welkin then said.
« I mean, compared to what all these idiots said, you seem to be the saner. » Varrot commented. « Well, we can let the Imperials take Rangdriz, then we can start a guerrilla warfare so efficient we gain the favours of the United States of Vinland, so much that they will force the Atlantic Federation to join our war against the Empire, only to recapture Rangdriz in one month and having the Federation on our side! » Welkin proposed.
« Uhhh…. yeah… I don't think it works that way. After all, we…. were kind of invading you a while ago. » Claude noted. « [Besides, it only works when the enemy is German. Also, wrong fanfiction I'm afraid. Wonder when Heinkelboy is going to come with a Sherman tank to kill the author considering the crap we're throwing at his hard-dedicated work.] » Squire continued. « [In that case, we can have the Germans roleplay the Italians.] » Bill proposed.
« [We are sort of too efficient for that, I'm afraid.] » Hans commented. « Well it would be better than this! » Isara defended her brother. « Shut it, dark hair! » one Gallian soldier from the Nameless exclaimed. « Excuse me, convict? » Welkin asked with such venom that it shut the soldier immediately.
But before more idiotic plans could be made, a massive hole was made on the bunker wall, caused by a KV-2 firing at point blank range. « Huh. Deshalb nennen sie sie Bunkerzerstörer. [ Huh. So that's why they call them bunker destroyers.] » Hans noted.
But before the tank could exterminate our heroes, a bomb landed on the top of his turret hull. A short silence followed. « [Come on pal. Say the line.] » Brian told the tank commander. « [No. It was funny at first, but now it's just a repetitive gag.] » the Soviet responded.
« [Well isn't it what this Fanfiction essentially is? Repetitive gags?] » Bill asked. The Soviet commander, as such, sighed annoyed. « Fine. Oh…Blyat. » he said, before the bomb exploded, destroying the tank.
The bomb belonged to MagzTV and theOrangeDoom Sunderland, who, not satisfied by killing a Russian bias tank, decided to target a Russian bias bomber plane. « Well would you look at that. An unescorted bomber plane. This is uncanny. Oh well, it's time to turn this bomber into a bomber hunter. » Magz commented.
His forward machine guns destroyed the enemy plane (somehow), and the Sunderland returned to his duties. « Did…that bomber just destroy another bomber with machine guns? » Claude asked confused.
« Well they surely got him. I mean there's bits of him going into orbit. » Bill commented. In the meantime, the skies of Rangdriz were rather…clear. And the only sound came from a Ju 87 B-2 casually flying in the skies.
« Nun, das ist seltsam. Ich hätte schwören können, dass es auf dem Weg ins Zentrum von Rangdriz massive sowjetische und imperiale Verstärkungen gab. [Well this is odd. I could have sworn that there was a massive Soviet and Imperial reinforcements on its way to the centre of Rangdriz.] » the pilot commented.
« Vielleicht sind wir früher als erwartet angekommen, Lars. [ Maybe we arrived earlier than expected, Lars.] » his rear gunner commented. « In diesem Fall gab es das letzte Mal, als ich so früh in einer Situation kam, jemanden, der etwas über das letzte Mal sagte, als er so früh kam ... [ In that case, the last time I came this early in any situation there was someone who said something about the last time he came this early...] » Lars responded, before, finally, spotting an armoured convoy.
« Huh. Da sind sie. Pünktlich zum Abwurf einer Bombe. [Huh. There they are. Just in time for some bomb dropping.] » Lars then said, as he dived toward the unexpecting armoured formation, blowing a T-34 and damaging a KV-1 track.
Meanwhile, our heroes, having survived the bombardment, came out of the bunker with their tanks and fired on the Soviets, with Boris sipping vodka aggressively. « Well bother! Looks like the Soviets have more cannons than Napoleon right flank. » Squire noted at the horde.
« Don' matter. We gon' fly these gaw damn commies as high as a Dutch astronaut! » Brian exclaimed. « High as a Dutch astronaut? But Holland is a low country. In fact, it is such a very low country that it is no wonder that it is dammed all round. » Bill commented.
« Well just you wait when drugs become their speciality. » Squire responded. « You mean…. like spices? » Welkin asked. « Well I guess cocaine could be considered a spice in a way. » Squire responded.
Then, a KV-1 tank got a lucky shot on one of Hans tracks. « Kommandant unsere Lenkung ist nicht mehr funktionsfähig, wir müssen eine beschädigte Spur haben! [ Commander our steering is no longer functional, we must have a damaged track!] » Max exclaimed.
« Verdammt, genau das, was wir gerade nicht brauchten! [ Damn it, just what we didn't need right now!] » Hans cursed. « Is there any engineer in here? We have been Bismarcked! » Hans then exclaimed. « Bismarcked? » Isara asked confused.
« A large battleship with big guns which got its steering damaged by a lucky torpedo. » Hans exclaimed. « Oh, I thought you meant the Imperials ordinance manufacturers, Von Bismarck. » Isara realized.
Saying that Hans was confused was an understatement. « ...what?...» was all he said. He didn't even realize his tank had been repaired.
Meanwhile, in the skies, Emerson aircraft had received a shot to his engines. While they were not destroyed, one of them started to be on fire. « Blimey! My engine's on fire, eh! » the Canadian exclaimed.
« Get to the airport…while we still have it, you know. It hasn't fall yet, right? » Kim asked his comrade. « Nah mate. I've got an even better idea, eh. I'll go for a dive eh. » Emerson told the German. As such, he dived forward, playing with his stick quite vigorously in the process. Then, finally, his engine was fully functioning again, and he regained altitude.
« Aaannnddd all done, eh. » the Canadian returned to the sky alongside the Bf 109. « That's not how physics works. And I'm German! So, I know everything about physics! » Kim exclaimed. « I believe it would be a far better idea for us to fight there dreaghtful Yak-15. » Emerson told his comrade.
« I still can't believe they used our scientists to make jets! It's unbelievable! » Kim exclaimed. « This is nothing. Just wait for some 10 or so years before they copy our engines and pay us back 40 years later, eh. » Emerson commented annoyed, before shooting down one of the jets, which didn't have that much of a yaktastic display.
« Ah yes. The Commonwealth Forces victorious as always. Those Ruskies can't handle crazy Canadian lumberjacks. Any other time we are really nice, but during the time of war we'll stick a hockey stick up your bum, eh. » Emerson commented.
« [I'm starting to think the British might receive a bit of bias in this Fanfiction.] » Alessandro, who with his squadron and some other planes had joined the air battle, commented. « [I know right! Why not biasing the gaw damn US of A!?] » Oscar exclaimed angrily.
Then Philip, the pilot of the He 111 H-3, noticed a huge behemoth in the river running near Rangdriz. « Wait…what the hell is THAT!? » he asked in shock.
In the river Meuse, a huge aircraft carrier, the USS Langley, stood in the middle of the river. « Well this sure ain't the gaw damn Pacific. » the commander commented, as he saw a Yak-15 crash-landing on the deck.
« Mai gawd! It's a gaw damn Kamikaze! All aircraft! All aircraft! Prepare to engage! » he then exclaimed, as he started to make boat alarm noises with his voice. On the ship there was a large number of Hawker Sea Fury, which immediately launched against the Soviet aircraft.
And as such, with its powerful British bias-I meant, British quality, they managed to down many Soviet and Imperial aircraft. « Tovarishch? [Comrade?] » Talina asked defeated to another Soviet pilot. « Da tovarishch? [Yes comrade?] » he asked back with an equally defeated tone.
« Chto eto takoye? [What is that?] » she sighed hard. « Eto avianosets. [Predpolagayetsya, chto eto budet v okeane, no ya dumayu, etot fanfikshn budet delat' vse, chto zakhochet.] [ That's an aircraft carrier. [It's supposed to be in the ocean, but I guess this Fanfiction is going to do whatever it wants.]] » the other pilot responded with a defeated tone.
As the aircraft begun to be gunned down by the reinforcements, a PBY-5a Catalina reached the city, and targeted many Imperial, Soviet and Chinese tanks and soldiers. « And they said I wasn't a good pilot! » a British man exclaimed as he saw the destruction. « What can I say, Niger Thornbelly. I guess you just weren't a good fighter aircraft pilot. » his co-pilot commented.
Meanwhile, the rest of the tanks and soldiers of the Comintern started to run to safety, when they found themselves face to face with Squad 1 force. « You tried to park your tanks down lunatic drive, chumps. » Oscar said. « Oh… Blyat. » the commander said, before his squad was gunned down.
Meanwhile, on the outskirt of Rangdriz, Maximilian noted that the battle did not go on his favour. Both Selvaria and Levin had been defeated in a battle which was not shown for…reasons. [BereadytoseeValkyriaChronicles3RandomnesscomingsooninAntonioFerrariFanfictionchannel.]
« Eta bitva stanovitsya ... oshibochnoy na moy vzglyad. [ This battle is getting to...faulty for my tastes.] » he commented disappointed. « Da. Osmelyus' skazat', chto bitva ne obyazatel'no idet v pol'zu nashikh sil. [ Yeah. I dare to say that the battle is not necessarily going in favour of our forces.] » Lydia commented.
« Nadeyus', vy imeyete v vidu, chto eto budet der'mo, verno? [ I hope you mean it's going to shit, right?] » Maximilian asked annoyed. Dahau was rather annoyed. « Kak my proigryvayem etim neoborudovannym nesovershennoletnim MORONAM!? My legendarnyye polkovodtsy! Chto my delayem ne tak!? [ How are we losing to these underequipped underaged MORONS!? We are legendary commanders! What are we doing wrong!?] » he shouted angrily.
«Dazhe ... sila ... Val'kirii ... ne smogla by pobedit' ikh ... [Not even...the power...of a Valkyria...could best them...]» Selvaria said weakly. « Privet, Selv, ty zhiv! Na mgnoveniye mne pokazalos', chto ya fakticheski poteryal svoyu surrogatnuyu doch'. [ Oh, hey Selv, you're alive! For a moment I thought I essentially lost my surrogate daughter.] » Maximilian said glad.
« Prosti, moy prints ... YA ne byl- [I'm sorry my prince…I wasn't-] » she weakly said before being interrupted. « [Vy budete sozhalet', tol'ko yesli nachnete eti anime-rechi «YA nedostatochno silen».] [ [You'll be sorry only if you start these Anime "I wasn't strong enough" speeches.]] » he responded with an authoritarian voice, before she passed out.
« Dolzhny li my ... otkazat'sya ot boya, ser? [ Should we…. should we abandon the fight sir?] »a soldier humbly asked. « Da. My proigrali bitvu, kak tol'ko voshli v gorod. YA znal, chto ne dolzhen imet' delo s etim der'mom. Tem ne meneye, vy khrabro srazhalis' s moimi soldatami. Vse vy poluchite medali za doblest'. [ Yeah. We lost the battle the moment we entered the city. I knew I shouldn't had to deal with this shit. None the less, you fought bravely my soldiers. You all will receive medals for your valour.] » he said, as he grabbed the radio to issue the communique.
After they received the communique, thousands of Comintern forces, planes and tanks started to run away from the capital, all injured or badly damaged. « Finally, that's over and not to soon otherwise we would have run out of biscuits. » Squire commented as he saw the Comintern forces wiredrawing from Rangdriz. « How many of these things do you have!? You never run out of these things! » Welkin exclaimed.
« Don't know, but look at the bright side. We have-» Edmond said, before putting some sunglasses he pulled off…somewhere, « Verdun here. ». Everyone looked at the French with killing instincts.
« They are making you lose your mind, aren't they? » a familiar voice, the one of Faldio, came from behind. Alongside them was also Ramal, with Cornelia clenched on his arm blushing and with a creepy smile on her face.
« Uwe Hoogheid! Gaat het wel goed? [Your highness! Are you all right?!» Welkin asked concerned. As she heard Welkin voice, she regained her composure. « Wees niet bang, soldaat. Ik ben ongedeerd. [Do not fear soldier. I am unharmed. » she said lacking emotions.
However, she turned to squad E. « I would had been better, none the less, if it wasn't for the Federation. » she said slightly angry. It seemed like another firefight would had emerged between the men and women of the Federation and the ones of Gallia and the Allied.
Cornelia however sighed. « None the less, you have greatly helped in the defence of this country capital. And for that, I'm eternally grateful. » she said, gaining a sigh of relief from everyone.
« None the less, the "ambassador" must be punished for his crimes against the Gallian crown. » she said, once again, with no emotions. All she gained however was an awkward silence. « Weeelll as much as I would enjoy giving a French a good beating, I'm afraid that the Russians have beaten us to the punch. » Squire explained.
Cornelia sighed happily. « Well I guess we can spare some more bullets then. » she said satisfied. Suddenly, her stomach started to grumble, embarrassing her and gaining a few odd looks from all Squads.
« So even princesses' stomachs do say "hi" when hungry. » Rosie commented. « Not to worry, your highness. For the British have equipment of any kind for any kind of situation, even the most refined of palates. Yeeesss. » Squire said, as he prepared some tea and biscuits. « And if the Imperials intend to send news of defeat by a carrier pigeon, we shall shoot it and eat if for second. » Bill continued.
But in the skies, Talina Yak 9 did not abandon the fight. «Vy ubili stol'ko moikh tovarishchey. Teper' ya ub'yu tvoyu ... prostatu! [You killed so many of my comrades. Now I'm going to kill your…prostate!] » she shouted in vengeance.
However, all she managed to do was to utterly destroy Squire tea and biscuits with its 20 mm cannons, before returning back to her squadron. « I guess that the Imperial "carrier pigeon" have dropped their cannons at your tea, Mr. Squire. My deepest condolences. » Cornelia said, trying her best to hold back her laughter.
A short few second of silence followed, with Squire building up a lot of energy. « Oh god…. British war crimes incoming, I repeat, British WAR CRIMES INCOMING! They bombed the Tommy tea supply! » Hans exclaimed worried.
And finally, the British let out his rage. « YOU BASTARDS! THIS IS SO PERSONAL AT THIS VERY MOMENT! I SWEAR, NO MATTER WHAT EXCUSE OF PEACE DEAL YOU WILL OFFER, IT SHALL NOT BE ENOUGH! WE SHALL GENOCIDE IMPERIALS IN GALLIA! WE SHALL GENOCIDE IMPERIALS IN THE SEAS AND THE OCEANS! WE SHALL GENOCIDE WITH GROWING STRENGHT AND CONFIDENCE IN OUR DEATH SQUADS! WE SHALL EXTERMINATE ALL IMPERIALS ON THE FACE OF THE EARTH! » Squire exploded in comical rage. At this point, Cornelia was already giggling.
« Well I can surely say this was a…. SMASHING ending! » Edmond joked, not realizing he just awoke a comical relief beast. « That. Pun. » Squire said, as he picked his Service Revolver and started chasing the French around. Cornelia was on the ground suffocating by the laughter. Seems like a new sort of chemical warfare was born that day, because she truly risked to die from laughter.
There you go, the "Rangdriz Arc" everybody. Hope you liked it. It's by far not the end of the story, but it's probably the chapter where I used the original material the least, and I'm pretty satisfied by it in several parts. In some…a bit less.
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