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


Marberry shores, North Brabant province, Gallia, night time.

« I spy, with my little eye…. actually, I don't think I'll bother. » the commander of a British A13 Mk II said. « Actually, I think I can see something, sir! » his corporal said. « Really? Where!? Could it be a friendly recovery vehicle has come to our aid or, possibly, a supply truck fill to the brim with life-saving aid? » the commander exclaimed reinvigorated.

« It seems like a bunch of lances, sir! » the corporal responded. « Oh, thank heavens! Princess Cornelia has sent the Korps Commandotroepen out to rescue us! How many troops? » the commander asked.

« Why it's even better than that! While there does seem to be a Corp of anti-tank personnel, it would seem like they sent an actual tank division! I'd say that Princess Cornelia has sent the 8th Lancer regiment to our aid, though I have to say that their uniform is a tad bit different. » the corporal responded.

« Corporal? » the commander asked. « Yes sir? » the corporal asked back. « It's the Gallian militia, isn't it? » the captain asked once more. « Yes, I'm afraid it is, sir. » the corporal responded. « Brilliant! Because the Volkssturm performed so well during the war! » the commander shouted in pure sarcasm.

« In their defence, they performed better than we expected. » the corporal responded. « Let's have a look at the little band of misfits, shall we? Oh yes, I see the little fanatical blighter! Then again, they do bring a considerable set of armour on our side. » the commander admitted.

« As long as they have some sort of ammunition that isn't projectile shaped rocks, sir. » the corporal responded. « Well I suppose that spending all of your budget maintaining a massive colonial empire and being bombed by the bloody VVS doesn't help either. » the commander added.

Meanwhile, the group that the A13 had spotted was none other than our heroes moving into position. « Well I'd be damn! It's a cruiser tank! Funny, didn't know we were in the desert. » Squire commented.

« Is sand beach also ideal? » Welkin asked. « Well as long as we can exploit any sort of breakthrough into enemy territory, we should be golden. » Squire responded. « It looks like it has been damaged. » Isara added.

« I think we should be able to repair it. Even though it's essentially obsolete by now. Good morning, gentlemen! Fine day we're having for battle, isn't it? » Squire greeted the tank. « Oh thank heavens for your arrival! We've been stranded in enemy territory for three days since that dastardly Soviet ambush. Care for some tea? » the A13 commander asked.

« Why, should I be considered British for even considering refusing such an offer! » Squire responded as he got out of the tank. « Are we sure we can afford wasting time for tea? High command as already issued the command to attack. » Alicia asked doubtful.

« Oh and what appears to make you say that? » Squire asked annoyed. « Well there is that three engine Italian aircraft diving at the Imperial positions, for starters. » Isara pointed out. « Well what side is he on then? » the corporal asked half-jokingly.

« I believe it is on our side, sadly. » Squire responded. «Uh…guys? I think I spot a biplane coming right at us. » Rosie noted. « Oh yes, I see it. Must be one of Alessandro obsolete biplanes. Bloody Italians. » Squire responded with disappointment.

« Yes, I have to say that it's flying straight towards us. » the A13 commander added. « Oh, yes. He's rather low, isn't it? And fast. » the A13 corporal added. « You know, it's funny…I-I didn't know the Italians had rockets on their biplane fighters. » Bill commented.

« R-rockets, you say? Doesn't sound like an Axis type. » Squire responded. « Maybe it's a Dutch Fokker? » Hans proposed. « He's a Fukker all right, but he's flying a Soviet aircraft. » Squire realized. Just as he said that, the Soviet aircraft, an I-153 biplane, begun firing its rockets at our heroes position.

Luckily, it had one of the worst aims in the world, and it didn't do much damage to our heroes. « Is everyone ok!? » Welkin asked concerned. « Damn it! The tanks tracks came off! » Largo reported.

« Right. Well, to all engineers you'd best fix it then! » Squire commanded. « On it. Anyone got any glue? » one Gallian militiaman asked.


While our heroes were immobilized, the Allied group begun air operations to soften Imperial defences. Among the participants was an Italian S.M.79 Series 1 joining the bombing run. « Jolly good bombing run, my good sir. And for once you're bombing the right target! » a Wellington Mk Ic commented.

« I just hope that our fighters manage to give us enough protection. » the S.M. pilot shot back. « What sort of protection would it be even needed? Unless the Soviet have some sort of- » the Wellington pilot responded before a Halifax B Mk IIIa yelled « NIGHT FIGHTER! », before being turned to shred by a Yak-9.

It belonged to none other than Talina, having returned from the Western Front to Gallia. « Itak, my snova vstrechayemsya, zapadnyye zakhvatchiki! (So, we meet again, Western invaders!) » she smirked, accompanied by a squadron of other Yak 9's, who easily turned the S.M.79 to shreds.

« Well, we're going to die. » the Wellington pilot said defeated. « Not if anything to say, WE HAVE! » Otto, on his trusty Me 262 A-1a exclaimed, taking down a Yak 9. Alongside him was Alessandro Cr.42 squadron and a group of Fw 190 A-5.

« Oh thank goodness it's the Axis night fighter group! As a British, it's definitely weird hearing this. » the Wellington commented. « Definitely not as weird as a B-29 in a night-time raid. » another Halifax pilot commented.

« All right, ye gaw damn commies, prepare to be Jap'ed! » a B-29A-BN pilot exclaimed as he prepared to drop his heavy load of bombs to the enemy. « Well I sure hope it's not an atom bomb. Might get some unwanted PTSD to the Japanese. » the Wellington pilot commented.

« Should be fine for the most part, as long as the pilot of the aircraft is piloting under the intoxicating influence of earl grey. » an Halifax pilot responded. « Hey Tommies! You missed the targets! » Alessandro yelled in chat.

« Rule 4 of British bombing, chap. Casually fly past the bombing point, without realizing it's actually there. This gives you the ability to come around, and attack from a side they're not expecting, thereby making sure that they will be unable to intercept you with their anti-aircraft, or bomb, artillery. Fiendish indeed, isn't it? » the Wellington pilot responded.

Alessandro remained silent for a while. « You just made this up, didn't you Carter? » he asked doubtful. « Well not everybody can have the American tactic of just keep flying straight. Not everybody can afford aim bot defensive guns and hulls as strong as battleships. I mean just look at the Mosquito. » the Wellington pilot, Carter, responded.


Meanwhile, back on the ground

« Well the air force seems as busy as usual, decimating Soviet fighters with their tail section of Wellingtons. Which would be useful, IF THE JERRIES HAD SOME SORT OF DEPTH PERCEPTION! » Squire ranted, as one of the German aircrafts plundered to the ground.

« Stop flying so low! You know you don't have the depth perception to fly near to the ground! » Jack complained. « Hang on…I think I've spotted something. » Alicia noted. « Is it by any chance our reinforcements to storm the enemy fortifications? » Squire asked.

« No…it looks more like- » Alicia was to respond, until the Soviet anthem blasted off once again, with a solid formation of T-44s, T-34s and a single KV-2. « Huh. Harris? » the A13 commander said. « Yes sir? » Harris asked.

« Put the tea party operations to one side for just a moment and get us moving very quickly. » the commander continued. « Jerry? » he then asked, turning to Hans. « Yes, Tommy? » the German responded.

« What would a German armoured formation in 1945 do when approached with a powerful Soviet armoured division? » the A-13 commander asked. « Try to escape to the West? » Hans responded. « What about 1944? » the commander then asked.

« Well, we would hide in a well-hidden position and snipe the enemy formation from afar. » Hans explained. « Well there does seem to be a large number of rocks we can use to our advantage. But before we can commit to any sort of operation, we best break out the emergency biscuits. We're gonna need them. Again. We'll keep a solid eye on what's going on from the turret, while the engineers are repairing the tracks. » Squire commanded.

As they spoke, the Soviet formation advanced, with the Soviet anthem continuing to play, but at a lower frequency. Whilst that happened, Squad 7 was repairing the tracks while listening to the EBC news.

« Hang on, I've got something. » Squire commented after finally finding a signal, the Edinboughuese anthem playing. In the meantime, the Soviet continued the advance, to which our brave heroes responded by…. eating some biscuits. British people, am I right?

« How's the repair coming along, engineers? » Squire asked. « We've done the best we could. Start the engines guys! » one of the Gallians responded. But as the tanks were being activated, none moved forward.

« Engineers! What have you done to our tanks!? » Hans asked irritated. « They won't start! » Isara exclaimed worried. « Oh, for the love for all that's holy! » Mikhail cursed. « Right. Time for a weaselly ruse. Break open the crates marked "Ruddy convincing camouflage", and see what you can do. » Squire ordered.

« Well at least we aren't dealing with Teepanzers. » Hans commented. « These ain't T-EE tanks, Kraut. There are T-44s! » Brian exclaimed. « Hey! We're in charge of anything Tea related around here! » Bill responded angrily.


It didn't take the Squad much to cover their tanks with bushes, which didn't do really much to hid the machinations. « Fiendish! » was Squire response to the sight none the less. After a while, the tank formation was nearby.

« Right. They're close. Act natural. » Squire commanded the group. As a response, some of the soldiers casually whistled. « So ….what's going on out there? » Hans asked. « Uh huh. » a Gallian soldier responded.

« How's it looking? Are they gone? » Squire asked. « No. they spotted us. Typisch (typical). » Largo responded. « For you the war is over! Come out and you'll be shot down mercifully! » a Soviet responded.

« Not on your nelly! Gentlemen! Give them everything we've got! » Squire responded. « What, the machine gun as well? » Fuzzy asked. « FIRE! » Hans commanded, as he begun tearing down some T-34s. Soon the entire area was engulfed in a powerful tank fight, and even the A 13 was firing at the enemy.

« Eto tovarishch 1! Trebuyetsya podkrepleniye! Pered bronetekhnikoy i odnim nadoyedlivym komarom! (This is Comrade 1! Requiring reinforcements! Facing armoured corps and one annoying mosquito!) » the Soviet commander told the radio.

« That's the spirit gentlemen! Keep firing! » Squire commanded, as more Soviet tanks were decimated, but there were plenty more to compensate, as our heroes tanks were hit multiple times.

But after a while the group was out of ammunition. « Well that's a bit of a pisser. » Bill commented. « Yep. » Brian responded. « Surrender now! You are alone just like Germany in the war! You have no chance- » the Soviet commander tank boasted before being shot down.

Then, a Gallian Lichtwagen II came to the rescue. It was Zaka tank, leading a group of other tanks: a KV-II 754(r), 10 F1, 10 C, 10 J1 and 5 . 6/2. « Oh….Blyat. » was all the Soviet formation could say at the incoming tank formation.

« Oh bullocks. It's the SS. On one hand I'm glad we're being save but…really? The SS? » Squire complained, before an American plane, a B-17G-60-VE came out of nowhere. « YEEEEHAW! GET SOME COMMIES! » the pilot exclaimed.

As he said that, he dropped several bombs on top of the Soviet formation, eradicating it out of the face of the planet. « Well that was a stroke of bloody good fortune! » Squire exclaimed cheerfully, before one more bomb landed very near the formation.

« Typical. You just had to say it, you twa- »

Boom.

It will take a while for the Squad to reach its destination.


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