A Brits, a Yankee, a French and a Hun in Gallia
While our heroes were busy dealing with the armoured train and the Muunokhoi charges, an unexpected hero had arrived. Or should I say…an unexpected group of heroes. A squadron of Ki-49-IIa bombers was flying above the burning town.
But their mission wasn't a bombing one. Inside those bombers, transformed into transports was a company of Fallschirmjäger. Yes. I'm not joking. Someone needs to get a camera to see this. « All right folks! Get ready to drop! » the pilot of the bomber exclaimed.
« We could REALLY use some of those fancy American transports. » one of the Germans said. « Oh quit complaining. They're just fine for Kamikazeing the enemy. » the pilot said. « What? » the German asked.
« Come on! Drop, drop, drop! » the Japanese tried to change the subject. The Germans begun dropping down from the plane. At first there didn't seem to be much trouble. « I don't want to jinx it guys, but I think we got it- » one of the paratroopers said, before he was blown to bits.
«Verdammt noch mal. Sie haben Flak-Waffen. Jedes. Mal. (Aw damn it. They got Flak guns. Every. Time.) » the first German sighed. « BRAND! BRAND! We're taking fire! » a Danish volunteer in the German army exclaimed.
« Oh wow! Thanks for the notice! I would have never notice without your help! IDIOT! » the German exclaimed angrily. Luckily for them, the enemy artillery was deadly…. but FAR from accurate. In fact, no plane was destroyed.
As such, the paratroopers were able to land and secure the region. But after they had secured a small plaza, they didn't seem to meet more resistance. « All right people! I'm speaking English, because apparently, we have Norwegian and Danish volunteers. Mostly it's the other way around. » the first German, the commander of the company said.
« Pan-Germanism for life! » a Norwegian explained. « Anyway, the coast seems clear- » the commander said, before a squadron of Il-10 dived against them. « We really need to shut up. » the commander sighed.
« Davay tovarishchi! Dlya Rod-! (Come on comrades! For the mother-) » one of the pilots exclaimed, before his propeller was struck by a pigeon. «Chto zh eto unizitel'no. (Well, this is undignifying.) » the pilot commented as his propellers stopped working and he started plumming down to the ground.
« Ha! Suck to be you commie! » a Dane exclaimed. « Come on folks! Get on the flak guns! » the commanding German exclaimed. « Well let's hope we can hit something! » a Norwegian complained.
Meanwhile, our heroes were still busy dealing with the armoured train. « Damn it! This is worse than Brześć! » Hans complained. « Oh quit complaining! No one wants a sour kraut! » Edmond joked. « Well Fritz here has a point. One would say that armoured trains are mostly outdated weaponry, considering the fact that they have low mobility. » Squire commented.
« Well, the Imperials are known for their railroads. » Welkin added. « The Imperials? Railroads? Sorry, I thought we were fighting the Russians, not the Germans. » Squire commented. « Well perhaps with enough 5 year plans they managed to catch up a bit? » Bill proposed.
In the meantime, the Jewish Force One commander and Lu were still engaging in combat. « And that's just brilliant! [The Dragon Ball Z wannabe are still locked in combat!] » Squire complained. « Could have been more useful before when we were fighting that Valkyria in the Barious desert. » Rosie complained.
« Well let's hope that there aren't any more of those super humans lying around! » Dallas complained. « [Well unless the game wants to make Alicia incredibly overpowered, I think we have this in the bag.] » Squire responded.
« [Wait, why me!?] » Alicia complained. « [Well considering the fact that you can clear entire enemy positions just by running around faster than the enemy can react, I think that's a given.] » Bill commented.
« [That and the fact that you are in the game cover. Alongside Welkin.] » Squire then said. « [Sure as hell the Japs ain't nothing in plan there!] » Brian said with sarcasm. «Stel dat u, als dit allemaal voorbij is, naar mijn tent komt zodat ik u kan laten zien waarom ik door de dames van de universiteit de "specht" werd genoemd? (Say, when all of this is over, how about you come to my tent so that I can show you why I was called the "woodpecker" by the ladies at the University?) » Welkin flirted with the girl.
« Oh, Welks. » Isara sighed. « Wat? (What?) » Welkin asked. «Moest dat flirten zijn? (Was that supposed to be flirting?) » she teased. «Wat? Je bent niet zo veel beter met die knappe jongen van Squad 1. (What? You're not all that better with that pretty boy of Squad 1.) »
«Met alle respect, meneer, kunt u uw kleine broertje of zusje laten vechten nadat we deze situatie hebben opgelost? (With all due respect sir, can you have your little sibling fight after we solved this situation?) » Largo complained.
« Welke situatie? (What situation?) » Welkin asked confused. «De hele treinsituatie die ons als ratten heeft vastgepind! (The whole train situation that has us pinned down like rats!) » Rosie shouted angrily.
«U bedoelt de treinsituatie waarin de trein in wezen op niets schiet omdat we buiten zijn bereik zijn? (You mean the train situation in which the train is essentially shooting at nothing because we're out of its range?) » Welkin shot back, as another shell was fired at their direction, only to fall too short to hit our heroes.
A short silence followed. « Specht, commandant? (Woodpecker, commander?) » Dallas asked. « We hadden rare ophaallijnen. (We had weird pick-up lines.) » Welkin responded. « Wait what did I miss? » Brian asked confused.
Inside the armoured train, Gregor was a bit underwhelmed by the "successes" of this "wonder weapon". «Nado bylo prevratit' eto v mobil'nyy tank kak eto sdelal moy prints. (I really should have turned this in a mobile tank like my prince did.) » he admitted.
«Yesli chestno, general, etot tank tozhe dvigalsya kak der'mo. Natselena tak zhe khorosho, kak i etot kusok barakhla. (To be fair, general, that tank moved like crap as well. Aimed just as well as this piece of junk.) » a commanding office said.
«Ser! U nas yest' problemy! Tanko- (Sir! We have a problem! There's a-) » a soldier inside the train exclaimed, before the Erika marching song, played ear rape style, was heard. Because coming to the rescue was none other than the infamous 1st Panzer division.
«Bereite dich auf das Zittern vor! Die 1. Panzerdivision ist da! (Prepare to tremble! The 1st Panzer Division is here!) » the driver of one of the tanks, a Tiger H1, exclaimed. «Und diesmal sind wir hier, um zu befreien, anstatt zu besetzen! (And this time we're here to liberate instead of occupy!) » the commander exclaimed.
«Tankovyy korpus. Pochemu eto dolzhen byt' tankovyy korpus. (Tankovyy korpus. Why does it have to be tankovyy korpus.) » Gregor complained. He then hit the bottom of the floor with his crane.
«Vse podrazdeleniya, prigotov'tes' strelyat' po vsem tselyam, kotoryye vkhodyat v gorod! (All units, prepare to fire at all targets that enter the city!) » Gregor commanded. «No ser, a kak naschet mirnykh zhiteley?! (But sir, what about the civilians?!) » one of the gunners asked shocked.
Gregor simply raised an eyebrow. «Mirnoye naseleniye? Kakiye mirnyye zhiteli? (Civilians? What civilians?) » he asked confused, as the "city" had turned into nothing but a lifeless waste. The gunner stared at the scenery; his eyes wide.
«YA prigotovlyu rakushki. (I'll prepare the shells.) » was all the gunner said. «Net ser'yezno, a kak naschet mirnykh zhiteley? (No seriously, what about the civilians?) » Gregor asked genuinely confused and worried.
Meanwhile, in the skies, Alessandro CR.42 squadron had arrived, one of the planes playing "Bella ciao" by War Thunder. « Giuseppe, cambia stazione radio. Questa è sbagliata. (Giuseppe, change the radio station. You got the wrong one.) » Alessandro ordered.
And with that, Giuseppe changed the tune to "Giovinezza". « Molto meglio. (Much better.) » Alessandro said, as he begun to strife the armoured train. «Ser! Nas razdirayut ital'yanskiye samolety! (Sir! We're being strafed by Italian aircrafts!) » one of the soldiers inside the train said.
«Popytka zavladet' initsiativoy! Po nashim dannym, ital'yanskiye voyska perekhodyat na druguyu storonu, kogda ikh soyuzniki proigryvayut! (Attempt to gain the initiative! According to our intelligence, Italian forces switch sides when their allies are losing!) » Gregor ordered.
«Razve nasha razvedka ne te idioty, kotoryye skazali, chto frantsuzy sdayutsya posle pyati minut boya? (Isn't our intelligence also the idiots who said that the French surrender after five minutes of combat?) » the same man responded.
A moment of silence followed. «Budem nadeyat'sya, chto oni ne pokhozhi na togo chelovechka iz vtorzheniya Federatsii vo vremya Pervoy Velikoy Otechestvennoy voyny. (Let's just hope they aren't like that little man from the Federation invasion during the First Great Patriotic War.) » Gregor commented.
Meanwhile, back in our heroes position.
« Well it looks like those two wont stop fighting any time soon and we're still stuck here not doing anything. Soooo….any plans? » Welkin asked. « Well I believe I've developed a genius strategy! » Squire exclaimed.
« Really? Does it involve walking slowly towards the Imperials artillery? » Bill asked sceptical. « How did you know that!? Those documents are classifie- I meant of course not! That didn't work well at the Somme. » Squire responded.
« What about paratroopers? Heard Allied command send some boys helping out disrupting dem Imperial lines! » Brian proposed. « I'm very doubtful of their effectiveness. Paratroopers don't work well in the Netherlands. » Squire responded.
« Especially when our supply lines are more stretched out than a pair of yoga pants that have had the misfortune of making its way into Herman Goering wardrobe. » Bill commented. « Well that's the bloody reason we're doing a paratrooper-less version of Operation Market Garden, isn't it? » Squire responded.
« Precisely, sir. » Bill then said. « Have we considered gassing the Russians? The Japanese air force is here, so they might use some of the agents they used in Unit 731. » Hans proposed. « Unit what? » Brian asked confused.
« Well it would be a bit out of style, you know, using gas tactics against the Russians. I surely don't want to experience what you had to deal with at Osowiec. Besides, we're not the Italians. » Squire responded.
« Well at least the majority of us. » Hans commented. « By the way, where's that guy that had to blow up the bridge? Zaka, was it? » Mikhail asked. « Oh I'm sure that he's bravely making its way to the railroad. » Squire responded.
Meanwhile, in Zeke's position.
The man was deep inside a hole in the ground as explosions occurred all around. « HOW MANY BOMBS DO YOU FUCKING IVANS HAVE!? » he shouted, trembling.
« Yeees. Bravely. Or, you know, he has been blown into pieces. » Squire then said. « You know, I've actually seen a man being blown into pieces by artillery. It's way less bloody than they make it look to be in stories. » an Imperial sergeant said as he pointed his gun at the group, alongside a company of Imperials.
« Tell me about it. And can I also add that limbs also DON'T start flying all around like they were some sort of ragdolls? There was this shocktrooper I knew at Passchendaele; nothing was left of the guy. » Rosie commented.
« Anyway, in the name of the Empire, I order you to surre-wait Passchendaele? » the Imperial sergeant ordered before he noticed the name of the battle. « Yeah? What about it? » Rosie asked annoyed.
A short silence followed. « Oh my god, private Ivan? » Rosie then said shocked, recognizing the man. « How's Aceh doing? » the sergeant, Ivan apparently, asked. « Slowly losing it. » Rosie sighed. « And this is why we don't let small countries have colonies. You're going to lose the entire Gallian East Kushanies in 20 years if you keep this up! » Ivan exclaimed.
« Well you're also going to lose something. » a voice came from behind Ivan group. « What? » he asked. « The war. » the man coldly responded, as he begun shooting the entire Imperial squadron, alongside his platoon.
It was the Fallschirmjäger from before, having come to the rescue of our heroes. « Well it surely took you enough to relieve us. Thankfully we weren't encircled, or this would had been like Stalingrad! » Squire complained.
« We had a situation with some Soviet dive bombers. Thankfully good old Sheriff came to the rescue. » the man responded. « Who? » Brian asked. « The name of the leader of our Italian Air Squadron in his Bf 109 G-14. Keeps saying that he prefers the G.6 model. » the man responded again.
« By the way, the name is Otto of the Gallian Fallschirmjäger division. » the man, Otto, introduced himself. « Nice to meet you…also nice joke. A bit cold blooded if you ask me. » Welkin commented.
« What? Dressed like that he asked to be shot. » Otto shrugged his shoulders. « Anyway, now that we had dealt with those Imperial soldiers, it's time we find a way to deal with that armoured train. » Squire then said.
« Had we a Twin Mustang and a B-18 Bolo, this would be over in seconds! » Brian complained. « No it wouldn't. It would only cause unnecessary destruction of propriety. » Squire shot back. However, a megaphone noise was heard.
« It's over Gallians! Surrender while you still can! » it was Gregor, threatening the Gallian forces. « For every man we lose, we can replace it with thousands, while a single death for you is devastating! We have more resources than you could possibly imagine! And even if you came victorious today, we shall not stop the fight, no matter the price! We shall go to the end! You all shall meet, the Federation inglorious end-Ok can I interrupt the evil speech for a moment? What's that Darcsen doing in there? Not that I care, but does he know that he's in a dangerous region? » Gregor continued, before interrupting himself at the sight of Zaka placing his bomb, having finally found an opening.
« Also…what's that little thing he placed on the base of the rail? » Gregor asked curious, before one of the snipers of Squad 7 shot the bomb, causing it to explode, damaging the base. The railroad begun to shake violently.
« Oh…Blyat. » was all Gregor said. Soon, the train begun to collapse to the ground. « Nu tovarishchi ... pokhozhe, vot i vse. YA uveren, chto te poteri, kotoryye my nanesli gallianam, pozvolyat rodine pobedit'. Vy vse otlichno spravilis'. Chto-nibud' naposledok, moi otvazhnyye tovarishchi? (Well comrades...looks like this is it. I'm sure that the casualties we caused to the Gallians will allow victory for the motherland. You all did great. Any last words, my brave comrades?) » Gregor said, not denying the situation.
A short silence followed. « Yesli etim syrnym golovam udastsya pobedit' siloy druzhby, to v etom mire net boga. (If these cheese heads manage to win with the power of friendship, there is no god in this world.) » a commanding officer said. « Amen. » was all Gregor said.
And with that, the train felt into the river under the bridge. « Well that was anti climatic. » Squire commented. «[And once again the author is bloody late. When was the last update?] » Bill complained.
« Well none the less, I can consider the mission comple- » Squire said, before he noticed something. They were several burned out buildings, and human remains could be seen inside. « Oh. Bullocks. » was all Squire said.
Hans was livid at the sight, because he knew what it meant. The Imperials had burned the Darcsens to the ground. Isara was just as angry. « Hello our new comrades! The 1st Panzer Division is here- » a Tiger H1 from the 1st Panzer Division said as he and its division members arrived, before seeing the carnage as well.
« Looks like an entire sector of the Gulag burned down. With all the Darcsen as well. Well, get Steven Spielberg in this, he's gonna make a killer movie about this! » Brian exclaimed. Hans simply sighed to calm his anger.
« Well, time to commit some war crimes. Komm schon Kameraden! Gehen wir nach Norden, ich bin sicher, wir werden einige Ivans finden, die wir irgendwann gnadenlos mit unseren Panzern vernichten können. Keine Gnade für die Bolschewiki! (Come on comrades! Let's head north, I'm sure we'll find some Ivans to crush with our tanks with no mercy eventually. No mercy for the Bolsheviks!) » Hans incited the division, before starting to sing Erika.
He was soon followed by the remaining of the Panzer division, and even Isara joined in, driving the Edelweiss. « Isara, wat ben je aan het doen? Mevrouw, draai deze vectwagen NU om, IK BEN ERNSTIG! MEVROUW! (Isara what are you doing? Miss, turn this tank around RIGHT NOW, I'M SERIOUS! MISS!) » Welkin tried to force Isara to turn back.
« WAIT! COME BACK! ENOUGH PEOPLE HAVE DIED! REVENGE IS NOT THE WAY! REVENGE IS NOT THE WAY! » Zaka chased after the German tanks. Squire sighed at the sight. « We're gonna need a bigger Nuremberg. » Brian said.
« No shit sherlock. » was Bill response.
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