A Brits, a Yankee, a French and a Hun in Gallia
After having a lovely conversation with the Imperial POWs, the group headed towards one of the few intact buildings, to meet with Squire, Brian, Hans, Edmond and Mikhail. « Ah, so good to join us, isn't it? Why, luckily it wasn't too hard to find the new quarters for our operations in Zealand, yees? » Squire asked.
« Indeed. On the bright side, with this building the sole one intact from the fighting, it was easy to find. » Varrot responded. « You make it sound like there is also a bad side out of all of this. » Bill commented confused.
Varrot eyes widened at the statement. « Because this is the only building that is intact from the fighting! » she protested. « Nah. If I have to be perfectly honest, I'd say that the town wasn't as badly hit as when we operated in the Benelux. Even though these dastardly communists are far harder to root out than the Jerries. » Squire responded.
« Good luck dealing with the communists, "liberators". » Hans commented irritated. « Anyway, our next objective is the liberation of the island of Walcheren. Only with the liberation of the island we may be able to continue our offensive in Marberry. Their guns are doing heavy damage on our positions. » Varrot explained, pointing at a map showing the small island.
« Despite the fact that their artillery is entirely located on the coast! » Squire remarked, pointing the artillery locations. « Well apparently the Japanese are launching…Kamikaze against the Imperials? » Varrot responded with a bit of doubt.
Meanwhile, in Walcheren
«TENNŌHEIKAA BANZAAAAAAIIIII !» a Japanese Ki-49-IIa pilot shouted as he rammed an Imperial artillery position with his plane, causing a massive explosion. « Arrow down! Arrow down! What the hell is going on out there!? » an American M10 GMC commander exclaimed.
« Jap boy went down like in Okinawa, sir! » the driver responded. « Not the Jap boy! He was just a boy! HE WAS JUST A BOYYYYYYY! » the commander shouted in despair.
Back in the room.
« Which should be somewhat of a good thing, but then the Imperials and Bolsheviks begun ramming our tanks with their T-34's » Welkin added.
Back in Walcheren
«URRRRAAAAAA! » a T-34 tank commander shouted as he prepared to ram the M10. « Prepare for impact, boys! Ivan is trying to ram us! » the American commander exclaimed, before the sheer impact of the T-34 charge caused the American tank to be sent into the water.
Back (once again) in the tank room
« Yes it also doesn't help that the Bolsheviks are transforming the local cheese industries into anti-aircraft factories. » Squire added. « Nor that you continue to flood the damn island by blowing the dams! » Rosie complained.
« W-well, it's to damage Imperial war efforts! » Squire responded. « You are ruining all the agriculture fields! » Alicia complained. « Well I don't really see otherwise how we could manage to defeat the Imperials there. Unless we try another Juno beach. » Squire responded.
« What we're actually going to do, is very simple. It's a military tactic used for millennia in this planet, and one which will grant us victory. » Varrot said, gaining the attention of everyone in the room.
« To counter these impressive fortifications…. we'll go. Around them. » Varrot explained. A short silence followed. « Fuck me that actually pretty bloody brilliant. » Jack commented. « Thanks! I've been waiting for some defences to outflank to use this line! » Varrot responded.
However, Squire was doubtful. « Yees that is an actually brilliant plan. But what if Ivan intends us to go around the fortification and wait us there? Nah, what I propose, is an attack in the heavily fortified sector of the island in the name of Princess Cornelia and begin a process of colonization. It will be the least that they will expect. » Squire proposed.
« You mean like the 50 other times you and the rest of the Allies tried to attack the island? » Varrot asked doubtful. « Well yes, actually. I mean, I highly doubt that Ivan will expect us to attack that sector for a 51th time. » Squire responded.
« Interesting…. buuuutttt I think I'll go with Commander Varrot plan in this one. » Welkin then said. « Fine, let us witness how badly this blows in our face. » Squire commented in a melancholic tone.
« You sound awfully nostalgic. » Welkin raised an eyebrow. « Well in our world we did fight in Walcheren. Ah the memories…. that or it's Shellshock syndrome, I can never really tell. » Squire said in a dreamy tone.
« None the less, we shall be able to conquer the island quicker than a Frenchman leaving the battlefield. Unless the French DO surrender somehow, after all, they have 13 words for surrendering. » Squire then said having returned to the world of the livings.
« Something tells me this is going to be a recurring joke. » Edmond sighed irritated. « Wow, I haven't been in a beach in ages! This could be fun in a way! » Isara smiled happily.
At the battlefield, near Vlissingen
« Gallian beaches suck. They're muddy, the sea looks awful and I hate it! » Isara ranted. « Yeees, really doesn't help the fact that we can't bring the tanks apparently. Too muddy. Which is an understatement, considering we might as well consider this beach a quick sand. » Squire added, as he had difficulty walking in the beach, just like everybody in the squad, really.
« I can finally see why we didn't develop en masse anything weighting more than 6 tonnes. Pantserwagen all the way. » Welkin commented. « Finally see why ye Krauts couldn't handle the Commies. You sure they had this much mud? » Brian asked Hans.
« Quit complaining! At least the Russian resistance hasn't set up any traps yet. » Hans shot back. « Or used scorched earth tactics. » Edmond added. « Or took advantage of the fact we're at war with another major power. » Mikhail then added.
« Well at the very least it doesn't sound like there are any Soviet aircrafts around. I've noticed that when hearing approaching enemy Soviet aircraft seagulls tend to have a different flying pattern. » Welkin reassured the squad as he pointed at the sky at some seagulls.
« Well luckily we don't have to shoot anything white at the moment. » Squire commented. « Nope. Just reds. God damn godless sons of bitches forcing folks to reject capitalism and giving free health care! Oh, GOD, THE HORROR! » Brian exclaimed.
One of the Gallian soldiers raised an eyebrow at the comment. « You know, when you put it THAT way… » he said. « Yeees, it does sound fine and dandy. But then you face the reality of dealing with Stalin over paranoid ass and his five-year plans. I tell you, you'll regret it. » Squire then said.
« Now that I think about it…. it's not that bad. Certainly better than that time you and dad tried to drag me out of my Porcavian floaty. » Isara commented. « I'm sure you're a great swimmer now. I think…. » Welkin tried to de-escalate the situation.
« That's none of your business. » Isara shot back. Then, Bill noticed something. « Well that's strange. » he said. « [Yeees, this is normally the part in Japanese media where the female character starts beating the male one for cheap slapsticks.] » Squire commented.
« No, there's this strange glint over there in those bushes. » Bill explained. « Yeah, I see that too. » Welkin noted. Indeed, between some large bushes, a glint of light was coming out. « Looks like a maniac with a torch. » Squire commented.
« Maybe? » Isara asked. « And they're pointing it right us. » Jack added. Then, a shot was fired from that spot, causing Welkin cap to fall off his head, him becoming pale. Squire groaned annoyed at the scene.
Soon, everybody took cover as best as they could. « Yeah. Yep, yep. Right, stay down lads, I think we've spotted an enemy sniper. Funny, must had confused us for artillery spotters. Or medics bringing food and water. Heard those were prized targets. » Squire commented.
« Definitely seems like a sniper. Huh. Thought they were all in Tsaritsyn. » Welkin added. « Typical camping at the back with a sniper rifle. I mean, what's in it for him, you know? Why can't he just grab a Soviet submachine gun and charge at us like all other Soviet formations? » Squire complained, before another shot was fired at their location.
« So how do we deal with him? I don't really fancy having another hole in my skull. » Rosie asked. « Well I propose we move at a slow pace like a slow English football game and spread out, covering a larger area and using these conveniently large and well-placed shell craters in the way for cover. » Squire proposed.
« [So long as this football match goes better than what you did against the Italians.] » Edmond joked. « [Well thankfully we're not going against the Italians. And also unfortunately we're not going against the Italians.] » Squire responded.
The whole squad begun spreading out, hiding as best as possible to avoid being caught by the sniper. Rosie and Alicia were together in the assault, crawling on the mud. « Als ik die klootzak heb, laat ik hem smeken om Raymond Westerling onder ogen te komen. (When I'll get that bastard, I'll make him beg to face Raymond Westerling.) » Alicia hissed, before she saw a light blue butterfly.
«Hé. Zeer. Vraag me af of Welkin het leuk zou vinden. (Huh. Pretty. Wonder if Welkin would like it.) » she commented, before capturing it and placing it in a small empty box. She then continued to crawl.
But she didn't advance much before Rosie blocked her. « Voorzichtig. Er is daar iemand. Het lijkt er niet op dat hij ons heeft gezien. (Careful. There's someone there. Doesn't look like he spotted us.) » she explained.
The two pointed their guns at where the supposed person was located, until he came out unaware of the situation. Alicia sighed in relief, as the person was a German soldier. « Gelukkig is het een Duitser. (Thank goodness it's a German.) Be careful, there's a sniper over there. » she then said to the soldier, pointing at the bushes.
« I know. I was trying to get the bastard as well. » the man explained. Alicia then recognized the man. « Wait, Otto? Is that you? » she asked. « Yeah. Against better judgment, the Allied command thought it was a good idea using paratroopers in this operation. [In Anime Netherlands.] So far it's just another Crete. » the man complained.
« Any idea how to get the bastard? » Rosie asked. « What do they usually do in movies? » Otto asked. « Well, normally they'd get some poor bastard to run out in the open as some sort of decoy, while someone else, usually with a rifle, takes the shot. » Alicia proposed.
A short silence followed, with Rosie frowning as she realized she was the one with a short-ranged weapon. « Well that sure does sound unfair for the decoy. » Rosie commented. « Well that's what you get for picking the Sturmgewehr 44 knockoff. » Otto commented.
Rosie groaned as she prepared to charge. After getting out of cover, she begun charging. « Go left and right! Don't be a stationary target! » Otto shouted. « I know how to charge, damn it! » Rosie cursed back.
Meanwhile, Squire and Welkin had noticed the scene. « Huh. Would you look at that. Rosie is leading a solo charge. Must be suicidal. » Squire commented. « That or she has been forced on gunpoint. Oh well…» Welkin added.
« You don't really care for that Rosie lady, do you? » Squire asked. « She didn't even try to apologize after Fouzen. Would you really care if someone insulted your daughter as much as she did? » Welkin responded.
« Huh. Didn't know you had that kind of relation. [At the very least the author didn't go with the incest one.] » Squire commented. « Honestly I'm more interested in what you're carrying. » Welkin then said.
« Oh, this? » Squire responded, as he held his revolver. « It's a Webley service revolver! Either the Mark 4 or 5, I don't quite remember. Anyhow, it's the side of Liechtenstein, that means it's portable! » Squire explained.
« I'm gonna show you bastard- » Rosie yelled, before being shot in the leg. Squire grimaced at the scene. « Yep. Definitely showed him. » he then commented. « How to completely beat the shit out of a stormtrooper! » Brian laughed, before he was nearly shot in the head, forcing him to hide in his crater alongside a trembling Isara.
« Hot damn! That there was an eye-opening experience! » he commented. « Welks! I don't want to be in here anymore! » Isara cried terrified. « Don't worry, sweetie! Everything is going to be okay! » Welkin reassured her from a distance.
« Yeees, especially with this fiendish idea! » Squire exclaimed. « Another one of your crazy ideas? » Welkin asked annoyed. « Yes! A bomb! Heard than that solves every problem! » Squire responded.
Using the craters as cover, and whistling the British Grenadier song, he reached an ideal distance before throwing a grenade, killing the dreaded sniper. Squire looked at the scene slightly confused.
« Huh. Wonder why we didn't think of that before. » Squire commented. « I think it was something regarding stealth- » Alicia begun, before being interrupted by the USSR glorious anthem. Soon, a group of Imperial and Soviet soldiers arrived and pointed their weapons at the well covered Gallians and Allies.
« Any last words? » the commander of the squad asked. « We bloody outnumber you communist nutjobs! There must be 60 of us! » Jack exclaimed. « [Not that the author knows how to portrait it.] » Mikhail commented.
« Well, there's more of us! » the Imperial commander shot back. « No there isn't! There must be 30 of you chaps. Unless…oh god not the guerrilla fighters! » Squire exclaimed in desperation. « There's more of us indeed! They're just…on the other side….also what guerrilla? There isn't a single tree in this island. » the Imperial commander responded.
« Oh I was more thinking of underground tunnels, you know? Like the Vietnam war. » Squire responded. To these words, Brian begun to space out, looking at the air without saying anything almost as he was reliving a horrible memory.
« That…. hasn't happened yet. » the Imperial commander commented confused. « Oh I'm talking about the 1945 one, you know? When we managed to pacify the south of Vietnam. Until we had it over to the French. We never learn, do we? » Squire responded.
« Soooo…. what do we do now? » the Imperial commander asked. « Trench warfare? » Bill proposed, before another glorious anthem could be heard in the distance, the Gallian one. Very similar to the Dutch one, in all honesty.
It was no other than the HGMS Van Galen, having returned from Shanghai for a peace keeping mission. « Oh…. Blyat. » was all the Imperial commander said, as the ship begun opening fire. « Gde nasha voyenno-morskaya podderzhka?! (Where is our naval support?!) » a Soviet sergeant shouted as he took cover.
«Podozhdite ... u nas yest' flot? (Wait...we have a navy?) » an Imperial soldier asked. « U nas ved' yest' esmintsy ... ne tak li? (We do have some destroyers... right?) » the Soviet sergeant responded with a lot of doubts.
Not too far from the island, several Imperial and Soviet destroyers had been destroyed, as a German U-boat group swam away.
« Und die U-Boot-Flotte der Kriegsmarine erringt einen weiteren Sieg! Ich frage mich, wie es dem Kaiser geht. (And the Kriegsmarine U-boat fleet achieves another victory! Wonder how the Kaiser is doing.) » the U-boat fleet commander asked.
Back in the island
« Well this was an incredible stroke of luck. Avoided us the pain of trench foot. » Squire commented. « Looks like the town of Vlissingen is nearby. We could go and try to liberate it. » Welkin proposed.
« Indeed. Why, I also propose to turn this crater covered beach into our HQ, throwing back grenades at the enemy and facing the Soviet 15th army. Good times indeed. » Squire responded. « Trouwens, Welkin. Voordat we gaan, wilde ik je dit laten zien. (By the way, Welkin. Before we go, I wanted to show you this.) » Alicia walked to Welkin, before opening the small box where the butterfly was.
« Wacht... is dat een gevlekte zwerver?! Het zijn trekvlinders, maar in deze tijd van het jaar horen ze niet in Gallia te zijn. (Wait...is that a mottled vagabond?! They're migratory butterflies, but they shouldn't be in Gallia at this time of the year.) » Welkin asked shocked.
« Ik heb het in wat struiken gevonden toen ik naar Ivan sloop. Ik neem aan dat het vrij zeldzaam is? (I've found it in some bushes when I was sneaking to Ivan. I assume it's pretty rare?) » Alicia asked.
« Ze noemen het een vagebond omdat het nooit op één plek blijft. Ze zijn moeilijk te vinden... vooral als je bedenkt dat we 84% van de vlinderpopulatie hier in Gallia verliezen. (They call it a vagabond because it never stays in one place. They're hard to find...especially considering we're losing 84% of the butterfly population here in Gallia.) » Welkin responded.
« Vind je het leuk? (Do you like it?) » Alicia asked. « Absoluut! Bedankt Alicia. (Absolutely! Thank you, Alicia.) » Welkin responded. « Uhhh...little help!? » Rosie protested. « Not to worry! Medical support is coming…I think. Well at the very least we aren't facing the Japanese. » Squire responded.
«TENNŌHEIKAA BANZAAAAAAIIIII !» just as Squire said that, another Japanese plane dived against Imperial positions. « And stop ramming against the bloody Soviet hordes! » Squire shouted angrily.
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