Principality of Que-Toyne

Sept. 30, 1639 C.C.Y.

Lostrum Training Camp

Lostrum, was a small town located near the border with Quilla in the so-called Mallow Gate which is located between the Great Green Forest and the Marble Mountains. It took its name from a river flowing through this land and flowing into a large lake in the Forest.

It refers to the fact that the color of the water of the river is very white, hence in the language of the natives of this land or Elves of the Teleri race it is called Malwa which means Pale, the Beastmasters of Quilla call it the Baht River which is a literal carbon copy from the Elven language, while people mainly coming from Louria call it the Milk River and so the gate changes its name depending on the name of the river.

Lostrum itself was somehow not an exquisite or famous place for something. Ot, a mining town located under the Ando Mountain. The westernmost peak of the Marble Mountain Chain.

It was located on a plateau, and from the city one can clearly see on a good day the Great Green Forest in the distance, also known as the Elf Forest or the Green Forest from a surprising quirk of the trees there whose leaves never change color but remain green even when they are shed for the winter.

So what causes the winds of history to blow in these regions? The Lostrum Training Camp, where Japan is quietly and illegally training Que-Toyne and Quilla soldiers in the use of relatively modern equipment and in war tactics.

This was, of course, against Japanese law, no less obvious was the fact that Japan could not simply walk away without some form of assistance to the natives. Hence, Operation Sairento Araiansu was organized, which was an action by Japanese intelligence and operators from the Tokushusakusengun, or JGSDF Special Forces Group, who were suddenly collectively given furloughs or dismissed from their jobs(temporarily, of course).

Due to a really limited budget which had to remain relatively small so that the pacifist faction reviewing financial operations would not be able to notice an anomaly, the Japanese trainers were restricted to training the natives in the use of firearms most often pulled out of storage old M1 Garand or those Type 64 carbines which for technical reasons had been deleted from storage and the Intelligence decided to quietly take them, officially of course the weapons went for scrap.

Unfortunately, this also limited the possibilities of what could be taken unsuspectingly from magazines to weapons that were very old and often worn out. And heavier equipment than mortars could be forgotten. And even flipping mortars was a hassle.

Fortunately, Lostrum was so far from the center of the country and important trade routes that once the equipment was delivered here, it could be used without restriction.

The camp was not overly large, in fact, about 25 instructors trained two specifically flags one for each country. Both consisted of 200 men each which meant that only four hundred were being trained. Compared to the invasion forces located in Louria, this was as much as nothing.

This was, of course, a problem for everyone, unfortunately the limitations of operating quietly were insurmountable for those few months. Hence, the focus was on training in guerrilla warfare methods and the operation of special forces in the enemy's rear, which is why the main part of the trainees were Sky Knights riding vivos.

Fortunately, the sudden appearance of the Republic and with it its Crown colony of Cameroon changed that. The Japanese government's request for material and training assistance was accepted when it became apparent that Cameroon, on relocation, had been annexed to the continent of Roderius to the south, becoming a neighbor of Louria and Quilla. And the former seaports located in the Bay of Louria became river ports of the newly formed Louria River starting in the Ocean and ending in the Ocean cutting off Cameroon from the rest of the continent.

The river itself was sizable, so crossing it for the Lourians was quite a challenge in itself, and even if the Lourians had pulled off such a stunt, the 23rd and 45th Crown Ascaris Divisions would have been more than happy to acquaint the Lourians with their artillery, starting with the M120 Rak self-propelled mortar, followed by the AHS Krab self-propelled howitzer and ending with the AHS Kryl self-propelled howitzer.

No less, Louria's invasion of Quilla would create a problem, and seeing how Louria contemptuously approached the MPs sent from Cameroon made it certain that even if Poland did not intervene Louria would make trouble for her after the conquest and would claim Cameroon as part of Roderius even though until recently it was part of Africa on a completely different planet!

Of course, a huge Lourian army is no problem for Poland, all of them were armed in Renaissance style and organized according to the patterns of that era. Even magic would be no trump card for the Lourians.

The last point worth mentioning was the Polish disdain for genetic supremacy, based on race or species. This stemmed, in a way, from Polish thought called New Sarmatism, or Enlightened Sarmatism, which, drawing lessons from Polish history, recognized that the Poles were not an imperial nation by nature and that their entire "empire" came about through cultural and economic impressions on other nations, and that a strong military was a very helpful asset in convincing those who feared despots and tyrants of the Polish love of freedom and an equal to equal approach.

The Poles were not supposed, according to this approach, to invade foreign countries without a very solid legitimacy to rule those territories. Even the famous conquest of Moscow and the pacification of the resisters was to come from the level of the title the Polish rulers had inherited from the Piasts, namely Kings of Rus, hence Moscow according to this, was nothing more than a rebellious vassal whose conquest the Poles not only had the right but even had to due to the fact that the Princes of Moscow were collaborators with the Rus collaborating with the Mongols oppressing their countrymen on their behalf, and their despotism and other customs brought from the steppes had to be removed in favor of respect for freedom and treatment with rights including to personal property and human dignity.

Hence when Darwinism and thus the resulting chauvinism and other such thinking prevailed in the West. In Poland, anti-Darwinism and anti-chauvinism arose as a counter-reaction to this. Hence, in the Earth from whence these Poles originated, they became known as anti-progressives and staunch traditionalists vis-à-vis the rejection, in accordance with Catholic social teaching, of all cultural innovations and often referring with contempt to English science, as it was accepted to say to Darwinism and all that derived from it.

Therefore, for ideological reasons, the Commonwealth decided to bail out Japan, plunged into its own domestic impotence, in the task of defending weaker countries from Louria, which proclaimed purely human supremacy. For it should be known that the term humans, contrary to common perceptions of fantasy worlds, in Arcadia was much broader and included both elves, dwarves and lowlanders who are considered to be factions of the human race and not a separate species.

According to legends, all of these races arose as a result of an alliance between ancient humans and a particular deity or group of deities who turned the ancestors of these factions of humanity into a particular race.

As genetic research later found out, there really was a lot of grain of truth in these ancient myths, and some of these myths puzzlingly looked like someone trying to portray something undoubtedly technologically advanced with a limited vocabulary.

Therefore, usually human supremacy did not take such an extreme form as with Louria, who preached that non-humans should be exterminated, while half-humans and beasts should be enslaved to work for the benefit of the true human race.

And the sad fact is that Louria managed to exterminate much of the rest of the human races in its vast territory in the West of Roderius, the remnants and the lamentable ones fled east mainly to Que-Toyne where they greatly strengthened the sparsely populated country despite the fact that this Principality has really fertile lands.

The problem is that this fertility also acts on, for example, the forests which are huge and occupy most of this very flat country and the average tree not only grows up much faster than any on Earth or elsewhere in Arcadia but is also much larger.

Another problem is simply that there are very few rivers that are navigable, making the main part of the settlement stretch along the coast or in a few valleys or huge clearings scattered unevenly throughout the country, and the worst part is that a good portion of the important developed towns and villages are located in the west of the country on the border with Louria and are more connected to the lands of that Kingdom than to the rest of the Principality.

This was a legacy of the old days when Louria was much smaller and its center was further west, Jin-Hark their current capital is not their traditional capital, for centuries their capital was Don-Hark located inland near the Great Forest, It wasn't until hostilities with the elves hiding in the forest and their great foray into the capital of Louria two centuries earlier that the capital was moved to coastal Jin-Hark in the old days called Pellanor which was and is the largest city on the entire continent of Roderius.

Jin-Hark was not a city that de jure belonged to Louria, this city and the areas around it were, before the conquest, part of the Kingdom of Ladonia, with which Que-Toyne had good relations and was strongly linked politically and economically. No less, the only thing that remains of this is the reluctant economic connection that can be seen on the map despite the passage of centuries.

In contrast, it was completely different in the case of the Kingdom of Quilla, which occupied a huge chunk of land on Roderius since almost always being a despot of pure water. This highly centralized authoritarian kingdom, in which the will of the Beast King is law and obedience to his will is the greatest virtue, was established in inhospitable lands where, unfortunately, only such an approach, in the absence of an adequate technological level, allows the natives to survive in this barren land of deserts and sparse steppes where there are few rivers.

The complete opposite of Que-Toyne where the power of individual regions weakens and keeps power in check. And the Prince is elected in an election among the most powerful land rulers or great merchants.

Add to this the fact that the poverty that prevails in Quilia and the wealth of their neighbors caused eternal strife and Quiilian invasions in which they plundered everything they could, and thus this state is shrouded in a disgraceful reputation as a state of brigands and bandits. As a result, the main exports are the residents themselves who served for centuries as mercenaries in the eternal feudal wars between the Roderius states before Louria conquered it all.

It is only the common threat from Louria that has made the two countries allies, albeit with too much bad blood between them, which is why they prefer not to get too close, and trade is basically very small and mainly done by sea, although this is due to the heavy terrain to be traversed.

This was also the case now when, spread out in two columns, they stood in an empty field waiting, according to orders, for the arrival of Polish specialists. It was easy to distinguish them from each other because the Quilians were not humans, but beasts, or more precisely beasts of three races namely the Inps who look like Jackals, the Sweets who look like Camels and the Sphinxes a race of Felix Beasts looking like Canadian Hairless.

They wore light airy clothes more suited to their hot homeland than to this mountainous region. Next to them, at a distance sufficient for a not inconsiderable moat, stood the Qutoyans, on the other hand, wearing warmer and thicker clothes that made them not as cold as their "comrades" in arms.

Both formations were in matching armor meant to represent these Air Dragon Dragoons, a new formation that the Japanese had created in an attempt to give this numerically small force some operational effectiveness in hit-and-run attacks.

The superiority of fire that even the Garand self-repeating rifles and the old BARs with a couple of other toys should give, combined with the speed of movement on the vivas, meant that this formation was going to be the ideal unit to thrust like a spear into the enemy's sensitive spot using huge enemy formations to its disadvantage.

But for the past few weeks there have been rumors that the hitherto meager training program will be expanded and equipment support will be much better than before, while others proclaim that the program will be shut down and the problem will be solved by newly arrived Poles. The first version was advocated by soldiers from Que-Toyne, the second by those from Quilla.

Which, of course, created another of the many disagreements between the two groups of soldiers, and had been the main topic since it was announced that the Poles would arrive at the training camp barely a few days earlier during the evening meal.

Commanding the entire training process, Colonel Sotaro Soda, who had a problem with jokes about him especially from the Americans because of his name, could only accept with displeasure another problem on his ever-growing list of things he had to put up with even if they were a nuisance. Just as the typical Japanese was not skilled at coming up with names, and so this is the real name of the real list of the real notebook. And that's right, number one is My Name.

Both groups waited, while the officers commanding these units stood next to Soda standing in front of the groups. The Que-Toyne Ensign was commanded by Captain-Chorse Viktor Kracht a middle-aged man with a bushy beard and equally bushy brown hair. He was the best officer of the Que-Toyne Dragon Riders and his unit of Knights of Blue from the color of their armor was popularly considered elite and very adaptive which is why they were chosen for this training.

He doesn't have much combat experience, no less, other than patrolling and warding off the occasional intruder from Louria.

The Quilla Ensign, on the other hand, was commanded by Apophis Hab, he was an Inp and his short-cropped coat was gray-white in color reflecting his very mature age. He was a veteran of many battles, which was well illustrated by his many scars, including a nasty one going across the side of his muzzle exposing his teeth on the right side, giving the impression that he was eternally angry and bloodthirsty, which while helping on the battlefield was a hindrance in his private life, scaring women and children in particular, which is ironic since he was famous for his chivalry and for helping numerous orphans and single parents, especially refugees who were ex-slaves from Louria.

The two commanders were a bit friendlier to each other than their own people although there was a dispute between them especially regarding training vs experience. No less, both men kept it more friendly and preferred to work together on how to put the two things together in a better way rather than shitting on each other about who was better.

"When will they finally arrive? We've been standing here for a while and the boys are getting bored and are about to start docking." Said Kracht after a few minutes of waiting. "Not long from now." Replied Soda

"That was about half an hour ago," Kracht noted.

"They are not far away." Interjected Hab, both human officers turned their heads in his direction "How do you know?" Asked Soda and Kracht involuntarily parried at this altogether silly question. Hab, on the other hand, undeterred, replied by moving his ears "I can hear them,better than you can man. It's a strange noise but similar to those of your flying machines, you call them planes right?"

Soda analyzed Inpa's answer for a while before catching what he meant and realizing his mistake. "True these are planes... You are able to tell them apart..." He paused when from behind the soldiers began to speak and, as he looked them over, show something in the sky. He turned behind their hands to realize after a moment that he could see from the south an incoming squadron of planes on the horizon.

When the squadron flew closer he could count the number of machines, there were thirty of them, five in each key each, the fifth flew inside the formation. He whistled with appreciation. "I see they are going serious in military assistance" After which he looked around the area "Though it will get crowded with planes."

Fortunately, his fears were not to be realized, for most of the planes as soon as they reached over the camp began dropping parachute loads from behind, causing astonishment among the ordinary knights who were seeing something like this for the first time with their eyes.

They were no stranger to the idea no less it was far less efficient than usually landing on the ground, so the massive drop of huge boxes on parachutes was quite a shock in terms of scale as well.

The officers, on the other hand, besides the Japanese, were more focused on another fact, namely the precision with which the loads were dropped from a height, away from the camp and standing men and yet close together so as not to have to collect them all over the place. They guessed that this required years of training and experience in such drops.

Hence, the question was going around in their heads, how often did they have to use such a skill in action?

Soda, on the other hand, only nodded appreciatively although a mocking smile under his breath broke out from behind the mask of calm and seriousness he had worn for the past few days. "We're showing off what? I wonder what other trick you'll show the natives to impress them." He muttered amused by the stomping of the Poles.

And as if on cue, from the last key of machines that flew over the camp, the rest already turned back to Cameroon, jumpers jumped out of planes flying at considerable speed. Shouts of astonishment went through the troops of the natives while the Japanese and the Americans who were helping them only slightly nodded their heads as they saw how the Poles decided to make a show-off entrance.

"They've got some nerve, motherfuckers." Said one of the American instructors, after which another slapped him lightly on the right shoulder "Boy, admit it you would like us to do the same." To which the first replied "Well sure, that's why I say motherfuckers, only we have the right to make an awesome entrance, although fortunately these punks don't rock."

"So that you won't be surprised that this will be done in a moment Ed." A third also American interjected. Fortunately for Ed, the Poles didn't do that instead they reconstituted their parachutes at low altitude and smoothly landed on the ground close to each other after which in barely two minutes they packed their parachutes into their backpacks and formed a sizable marching column.

Soda by eye estimated the number of paratroopers at about a platoon. But it was not the number but the appearance of these soldiers that made him wonder.

Namely, if someone took a picture of this walking column and then put it on the Internet with the caption that these are soldiers from a futuristic CoD-style shooter with very photorealistic graphics you would take their word for it.

Of course, as would be the case with reality, it wasn't something like power-assisted armor, or at least he didn't see anything like that, which would suggest some kind of servo assisted movement. No less the rest matched, large plates of armor in the style of knight's armor covering the legs, feet, chest and arms and hands, while on their heads were distinctive helmets that fully covered the head and face. He had a strange feeling that he had seen them in some very popular Xbox shooter series in America.

The startled sounds of the Americans only confirmed his suspicions. No less if he remembered correctly those there were almost all black, while those on their armor plates have a camouflage pattern that blends smoothly with the uniform under the armor plates.

Although they had some ordnance attached to their belt, it was too small for the needs of a soldier on the battlefield. He guessed that the rest was hidden behind armor plates, and left only what was absolutely necessary to be on hand.

In the hands of most of them, they carried weapons somewhat less futuristic. Namely, the familiar Grot Carbines which in the Old World were designed by Poles and slowly put into production.

The last thing Soda took care of was... singing. It was not overly unpleasant no less the leading singer, well he did not sound perfect with that hoarse voice. The words, of course, he did not understand, because they sang in Polish, which was rather obvious after all they were Poles.

In turn, the words that Soda did not understand sounded like this.

I wanted to join the cavalry

I had to ask my love for a long time

Listen kitty don't worry

Because it's not bad at all in the cavalry

Sokół(Falcon), propeller it is

Two pilots operate it

This was, of course, the first stanza, and they sang no more before they arrived in front of the gathering audience. After that, they lined up in two rows and the song leader moved to the standing officers.

He gave the typical Polish salute to Soda, Hab and Kracht, Soda returned the salute and the native officers nodded, the salute so far not accepted among them.

After which the Pole introduced himself by taking off his helmet with a slightly gray eagle painted on his head. Soda, on the other hand, was struck by his strange resemblance to a certain mustachioed Briton although instead of a beard and sideburns he wore a solid mustache under his nose making him look comforting.

"Captain Jan Cena of the 6th Battalion, 161st Special Service Regiment of the Crown Army," he spoke to Soda's internal amusement in English with an impeccable British accent after which he smiled slightly and, slightly pointing with his hand, added, "I heard you were having some supply problems so I asked Santa Claus and his airborne helpers to deliver some new cool toys that no one was using and it would be a shame for them to get dusty in storage."

While Soda and the other Earthlings smiled at this, the natives looked at Cena dully. After a long moment, Soda figured out what was going on. "This Pole's name is Jan Cena and he is a captain of troops similar to us and says he has arranged more supplies for us" He translated the meaning of Cena's words for Kracht and Hab.

Both natives nodded with satisfaction. After which they briefly introduced themselves to the Polish officer through Soda who acted as translator for both sides. Then, after a brief additional presentation from the Polish Special Forces, Soda ordered the trainees to disperse and led the Captain and his men, along with the native officers, to a prepared section of the camp for them.

There, the Poles, under the curious eyes of the natives and their instructors, very quickly and efficiently set up their camp which, on the whole, differed little from the camps they knew.

Then the commandos, with a group of soldiers and instructors assigned to help them, set off to unload the huge crates that had been dropped, and Cena went to the staff tent to talk in private with the officers.

Here Cena became more serious and, after placing his helmet on the table, said, "Okay gentlemen, coffee table what is really going on here? I had a very laconic presentation of the situation and only a few days to prepare it all."

"Well Captain..." Soda began and spent the next hour with Hab and Kracht explaining to him the prevailing situation for several months and the general historical background of the conflit. Cena sometimes asked questions for additional clarification, and sometimes threw in an accurate and sometimes vulgar remark commenting on what he thought about it.

"Now I can see what your intention was and why exactly the list of equipment I was supposed to arrange looked like this and not otherwise." He replied after Cena's explanation while holding his chin in thoughtfulness.

"That's right, what's more we here have had some problems with the delivery of modern equipment or even older equipment being withdrawn into storage." Replied Soda and Cena nodded, "I know, I heard something about your... political idiots. What must these people have in their heads to continue to hold on to this despite a completely different situation for Japan?"

Soda shrugged his shoulders, not really thinking about it. He was simply doing his job, leaving political matters to his superiors. He knew well that the last time the Japanese military got into politics it ended badly for everyone. Very badly, we might add.

Seeing no response, Cena tapped his fingers on the table then when interrupted he added, "Well, I guess that's enough chatter, it's time to show you what we brought right?" Soda agreed with this statement without hesitation, he was curious to see what their new donors had delivered. The two native officers did as well.

Shooting range

"Section Leader Białas, begin the presentation." Captain Cena ordered, and the called-up soldier, with the help of a Japanese soldier translating everything into Parpaldian which acted as the international language in the Third Zone, began to speak.

"Greetings to the esteemed attendees, I am Section Leader Józef Białas and today with my fellow squad members I will be your guide." After which he bowed slightly then took a rifle in his own hands from the prepared stand after which he began to explain. "Ladies and gentlemen, this is the basic self-automatic rifle of the Commowealth Armed Forces, namely the kbsp wz.98MZ Argon which is a modernized version of the very good kbsp wz.38M Arsen. The differences between the two are essentially minor, the mechanism itself, cartridges or magazines are interchangeable, the difference is that the Argon is made of a different material lowering costs and making production easier, it has an added pistol grip and you can attach accessories to the weapon."

To make it easier to understand what he meant, Białas showed both versions then gave them to the officers to hold. As soon as the Hab took the weapons he realized that the Argon and Arsenic were lighter than the Garands and Type 64 supplied to them earlier. "Interesting," he muttered under his breath. When they finished looking at the Białas continued, "The weapons are powered by 10-round magazines in the case of the Arsen or two 5-round gunboats, or exclusively by 25-round magazines in the case of the Argon. At the same time, as I mentioned earlier, the magazines are interchangeable. The cartridges themselves are 7.92x57mm caliber."

"I have a question." Interjected Soda, Białas interrupted "Yes?" Asked Soda "You developed new larger magazines and only introduced them in the 1990s?" Białas nodded "Yes, during WWII we introduced automatic carbines and they took over the role of the main infantry weapon and the 10-rounders lasted a very long time for sharpshooters, it was only as part of the modernization of weapons that new ones were introduced, there was no need for them before." Soda thanked for his reply.

Then Białas added, "The weapon is very easy to disassemble and clean that any average literate soldier can do it literally in the field and even in battle." And to prove this he disassembled the Argon into four large and difficult to lose parts and one small very cleverly used part that held the entire rifle together.

Here the watching Americans' jaws dropped, except for one who, as soon as he saw Argon thanks to the well-known Gun Jesus, knew what to expect, and had a good laugh hearing his astonished colleagues. The Knights also present at the presentation, who had enough time to shoot themselves and clean the Garands of dirt, immediately wanted this weapon for this reason. With the simplicity of the Argon and Arsen, the Garand looked like a Swiss watch.

The Poles then showed the weapons in action after which they gave anyone willing to try them. Here they had to admit that the Polish rifles were similar to the Garands and the few M14s, but beat them in every way, well almost every way, the sight of the American weapon was a bit more comfortable, although it was a small difference.

After which, the next weapon to be demonstrated was the Universal Machine Gun or UKM-61D Bor. This was a belt-loaded machine gun similar to but different in detail from the Soviet PKM. No less loaded from 100-gun belts, it was an important reinforcement for the Knights who were unfortunately forced to use the obsolete B.A.R. as an infantry support weapon.

In addition, the Poles provided a whole diverse series of grenade launchers of all sorts, from those hooked up to a rifle to stand-alone versions. Two types of mortars, a light LMP-17 and a medium SME-98. A large-caliber TOR sniper rifle powered by an absurd 20mm cartridge.

The last weapon the Poles donated was their old but extremely dangerous NKM wz.38FK also powered by 20mm cartridges. Such a Polish equivalent of the M2 Browning with a larger caliber. That is, something the Japanese had not considered in their concept of airborne dragoons. Another thing is that they didn't give anything heavier than a light mortar and they skimped on grenade launchers, although this was due to the fact that they only had one type, and the Poles brought more than... ten of them.

The Americans later joked about it that the Poles have be crazy about grenades. A slightly different matter is that they are right. Polish infantry doctrine stipulated that at squad level one should have at least two large grenade launchers, three underslung grenade launchers and that the primary weapon should be able to fire grenades. The goal was to cover any fortified enemy position with grenades.

This stemmed from the Polish experience of the Polish-Japanese War of 1905, where it became apparent that something was needed to stun or drive the enemy from a position before a bayonet charge could be made, while at the same time not forcing artillery into the area or allowing it to break through a fortified position without using it. Hence the fierce pressure to develop grenade launchers that could be carried more easily than a mortar, and every Polish bayonet charge recommended throwing grenades at the enemy position first. Although over time the charge went from a normal tactic to a zone of when you're screwed do it, the custom of throwing grenades before breaking into an enemy position remained.

Hence, the Polish interjection in the training of the Air Dragoons placed a solid emphasis on the use of grenades and an attempt to use viverns as airborne mortar emplacements, with mixed results of course.

No less, after the presentation was over, the Poles this time gave until the end of the day the opportunity to shoot every Knight with every toy provided, and even with their regulation weapons or try on their helmets.

Speaking of helmets, the Americans very quickly started asking if they could get the same ones as the Polish ones but in black. The Polish soldiers were heavily puzzled by this request, not knowing what they were really after and, unfortunately, none of the Americans took a game console with them to show them why and phones were obviously not good for anything in the area. Which in passing was a bit of a forced retreat for everyone from Earth.

However, when the show was over and under the Polish tutelage those interested were already learning the new weapons Soda was dragged away for a more private meeting to the Polish command tent where he and his two assistants were to get the more boring part of the presentation but extremely important to the dragoons themselves.

"Okay then, your boys and girls have been given toys to watch, now it's time for something that may not be as spectacular but extremely important and, more importantly, will greatly help the unit's performance." Cena began to say.

"So what?" Asked Kracht curiously, in response Cena gave a nod and in front of the officers on the crates were placed different sized drones and a really small box which Soda recognized as a radio station but really absurdly small. Whereupon Cena countered, "Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you the Wielowarstwowy Wielozadaniowy Misyjny Powietrzny Inteligentny Rój (Multilayered Multi-Purpose Mission Airborne Intelligent Swarm) or W2MPIR for short and how we like to say vampire"

The natives looked at him like he was an idiot, what the hell does a vampire have to do with this. Only Soda's eyes lit up like candles. Of course he guessed what it was all about, and what's better he could already see with his eyes how a murderous swarm of drones would make the Lourians fuck up until they were dusted. "Wow," said Soda amazed.

"What wow?" Asked a puzzled and dull looking Hab. "Because this Vampire will make the key of the three knights have the power to strike at least an entire flag of vivern... what I say will have the power of all the knights of Que-Tonye and Quilly at the same time!" Replied Soda the natives didn't want to fully believe. Such a strange small, well some not so small but still smaller than a vivern is a plane supposed to have such firepower?

After which Soda realized something. "But right away it seems to cost its own money and you have this..."

"No. We have it in the tens of thousands, and the whole thing is cheap as borscht." Cena interjected after which he picked up a radio station which was the size of binoculars as Soda pointed out "This just happens to be the most expensive part of this set, the TYTAN radio station. It costs as much as half the Cena of the Latające Oko (Flying Eye)," he pointed to a pretty big drone with a camera underneath it, "but it's the most important part without which sending drones wouldn't make much sense."

Soda, on the other hand, just wanted to ask him about this radio station. "Exactly, what is this TYTAN for? What gives it away that it's so expensive." Cena tapped lightly on the radio station "As you would say, as I think you know there are two types of drones," Soda nodded, "controlled and autonomous. Thanks to this little miracle, all of our drones according to our doctrine can be fully autonomous even in a situation of complete jamming of all communications of any type including satellite but TYTAN has additional important pluses it was created as part of the TYTAN Program for the Polish soldier of the future. As you can see o this is the effect." He tapped on his armor.

"What advantages? Because when it comes to communications our manacons are completely sufficient and even better than those technological radios of yours." Kracht interjected with a wince and Hab nodded and Soda in passing had to agree with them though very reluctantly.

"First of all, the communications of these radios are so far to our knowledge unbreakable for anyone without a password or even to be intercepted because they can change frequency more than 700 times per second while talking," he said. Kracht and Hab nodded appreciatively, the manacons had this advantage over the radio for it was impossible to catch the transmission, while Soda began scratching his chin, it sounded a bit futuristic. "Secondly, they create a full-fledged combat network through which it is possible to transmit video, images and sound in real time between the larger version of the radio station, "Here the natives jaw dropped a little and Soda's eyes opened wider something like that in thanks to this baby? "directly from the cameras of infantry equipment or even ordinary telephones because it creates something like the Internet and what's better, these connections can't even be detected or jammed so easily and it works just as effectively in a dense city as in a complete remote area without the need for stationary posts or satellites. Including those that create a global map and roads so that our drones can travel on their own with only the location of all the radio stations that make up the map as a reference." That part didn't tell the locals much besides the map, which is why Cena turned on TOPAZ, the Polish command system, and showed how the area was mapped by itself. Those nodded appreciatively and the quality of the details of the area was something impressive to them. They knew spells that worked very similarly, but nothing that could do everything this radio station did.

Soda, meanwhile, hung back for a moment, as he reached deep into his memory looking for familiar analogies. For he liked to look at what was happening in the industry to know where the wind was blowing from. He knew that the right technologies already existed and were being worked on. Hell, he himself had helped with the Japanese equivalent but he was still in the prototype stage, the Americans were further along in their program, he had heard of the Russian equivalent but what was interesting now was that he realized something that the names TOPAZ, W2MPIR or TYTAN he had already heard. It took a while before he found where he recognized it from.

For these names were the ones used by Poland in his world. At the same time they were blinkers, TOPAZ is an old Polish command and artillery system developed since the 1980s, from what he saw in one trade newspaper the Poles have modernized it to a really high level, W2MPIR is some project of a Polish drone company, probably WB Electronic and TYTAN is also a Polish project of a soldier of the future but much more modest than what this TYTAN has apparently achieved. Although he heard that their radio station is supposed to work almost identically according to them and the Poles are eager to collect first-hand data in Ukraine.

When he realized this, he just shook his head in disbelief at the coincidence. "Something happened?" He asked, seeing Soda smile at the Polish captain. "Well Mr. Cena, I have to admit that you Poles apparently regardless of the timeline create your armaments according to the same patterns."

Cena, on the other hand, only got curious. "So why don't you tell us? I am curious about what our compatriots from another world have developed." Soda nodded, "Okay, but please forgive me for not knowing everything in our world Poland although visible is not so important and your armaments less known."

At this, Cena clouded over, but Soda reassured him, "Although I'm a bit of a fiend for all news and interesting equipment, so I've heard something about it." After which he began a not-so-long-but-not-too-long story before Cena moved on to the next part of the presentation after which the officers began planning the training.

Meanwhile, as day turned to night and in Lostrum, officers tired of discussion joined celebrating soldiers elsewhere, disturbing incidents were beginning.

Well, I managed to deliver. I know, sluggish this chapter, I got terribly tired with it. No less in the next chapter we will be waiting for action in COD style. And one more thing, who can tell me what expy is Captain Cena? :)
Oh, and such a curiosity besides the armor, everything here that the Poles presented really exists (well, except maybe Argon).