December 2nd 1923

Five or six weeks after the Imperial counterattack at the gate of what had become known as the "alnus hill" , Polish and Romanian troops defending the area of which surrounded the gate had solidified their posistions trenches which looked much like the ones of which ran from northern france to switzerland were set up complete with footboards to keep the troops' feet out of the mud and concrete bunkers with barbed wire infront of the first line of trenches after weeks of waiting Polish and Romanian troops finally got new handbooks of which were to be used in communicating with prisoners of war and with civilians should troops happen to come across them.

Major Zarakowski sat in one of the many bunkers of which were on the first line of defense, his chair was a wooden ammunition box and the back was a wall made of concrete which suited him just fine, better conditions than during the Polish-Soviet war when he was constantly on the move and half the time behind enemy lines. He sat slouched up to the wall his adrian helmet tilted forward cutting off the sunlight of which shined off the helmet though it was partially dulled due to the OD green paint on the helmet for him being an officer usually others like him always wore Rogatwykas with the Polish eagle on it but he was an exception, something he learned during the last war was no matter how pretty the hat might be, if it's not made of metal and an artillery shell lands near you, you might as well have dug your own grave with it, meanwhile a little bit down the line a runner from regimental HQ ran all the way down the line passing troops that were either on watch or sleeping, it turning winter most troops had their greatcoats on using them for blankets while they slept even some of the officers had taken to doing it, the runner knocked on the bunker door of which was already open and took off his helmet saluting the major before handing him a note out of his pocket from the regimental commander. Taking the note the Major tilted his helmet back using the sunlight of which he was just a moment ago trying to hide his eyes from to catch some sleep, the news of which could have been given by the runner verbally was that the Major was to report to Regimental HQ for new orders and his men should be on standby, ready to move out at a moment's notice dispite it turning to winter and it being impossible to move wagons, or most anything else on dirt roads especially when they turned to mud the major walked down the line to a set of stairs mostly made of the clay and wood going up them he followed the dirt roads along the side while tanks rolled by as did armoured cars finally stoping at the regimental HQ of which was a tent left over from the last great war, made by the brits.

The major took his helmet off stepping inside he put it on a hat rack adjusting his rifle of which was slung over his shoulder walking to a table in the middle of the room at which sat a short slightly overweight man with a large set of circular rimmed glasses and a black trimmed Rogatwyka with the rank of Lieutenant Colonel standing up he saluted the major of which the major returned the salute before shaking hands with the lieutenant colonel. "So you called me back here, what for? It's almost christmas we should have already been back home already like the Marshal said." The major sounded abit aggrivated, a feeling of which was mutually shared by almost everyone in the base Polish and Romanians both. "Well major I have new orders for you from the general, he wants to expand our area of control within the region, as before with our original push we are going to be sending forces into towns around the area, if there is any resistence it is to be eliminated, as long as it is military any methods are approved of, but if it's civilian resistence you are to pull back and wait for reinforcements, the mayor of the town you are going to is to be told of the new government his town belongs to." Major Zarakowski saluted the lieutenant colonel keeping a straight calm face but in his head he didn't know how he was supposed to pull off occupying a whole town, especially with just the few men and women under his command but he had his orders whether he liked it or not he was to occupy this town of which he learned was called "Napori Village" in the language used by the empire. He went back to the line and yelled for his men and the women under his command to gather their weapons, ammunition and meet the major at the motor pool.

After giving his orders to his men the major went to the motor pool his adrian helmet hanging off his belt by the chinstrap while he stood at a desk filling out requistion forms for two armoured vehicles after finishing he stepped outside of the tent waiting for the supply sergeant of which handled vehicle requistions to pull both vehicles up to the front as he did with the first the major's jaw almost literally dropped, with most armoured vehicles he's seen they all had modified versions of the maxim machine guns but this first one was different, there was a machine gun in place yes but the barrel was longer and larger. "Supply sergeant what the hell have you given me!?" The supply sergeant turned off the engine of the armoured car and opened the front hatch climbing out of it hitting the side. "You did not hear? The Americans have come up with something they call... What was it again... Oh right, the 50 calibre machine gun, it's a new sort of air cooled heavy machine gun which fires a round that'll put a fist sized hole through just about anything, high command bought I think twenty five or so of them from the Americans, supposed to be able to punch through the armor of those dragons too, also you're lucky this armoured car has been fireproofed, mainly because I've had a lot of complaints that with these dragons though we've yet to encounter any that breathe fire people are still scared of the possibility so had to instal glass in the windows so you all could still see out but there's vents I've added in the botom of the vehicle to allow for air to get in and out, but not too much, if somehow you do come across one we still need you and your men alive." The major took his helmet off his belt and put it back on letting out a sigh. "So kind of you sergeant... Very kind. Anyway, anything else I should know of or is that it?" The supply sergeant smiled and crossed his arms. "Well the americans also gave us a lot of ammunition for the guns when we bought them but that doesn't mean you can waste it, dragons only. Civilians just run them over if you have to, the enemy is debateable, if in large numbers then use it, anyway I have a corporal bringing the other vehicle here, should also be bringing a light recon car too, that is if he did what I told him and is towing it with the armoured car... But kid's kind of an idiot so you might be here a while, I hope you hadn't planned on going anywhere quickly."

Major Zarakowski sighed and tipped his helmet back looking up at the large american machine gun of which was mounted to his first armoured vehicle while a corporal previously mentioned by the supply sergeant who brought the major the vehicle with a monstrosity of a machine gun on it, the corporal turned off the engine when he parked the second armoured car next to the first climbing out of the hatch above the driver seat he jumped down and saluted the major. "I'm sorry I'm late major, I couldn't find my way around the base that well, it's hard to see with those eye shield in the way." The major turned his head towards the corporal pinching the bridge of his nose. "Yes, yes, of course... Now if you would be so kind as to detach the vehicle attached to my second armoured car I can have my men on the way and I can continue with my mission." The corporal saluted and went to the back of the armoured car detaching the chains of which were used to tow the smaller vehicle with the armoured car, as this was happening the Major's small squad of ten men formed a line behind the Major along with an eleventh extra being a young man in a dirty polish uniform with the insignias such as rank collar tabs and the circular white and red chest badge removed and a rogatwyka with a red strap of cloth on the formost "peak" of the cap, turning around to face his men he looked up and down the line walking down towards the extra addition looking the young man over. "I don't remember you here, lieutenant Lodynski! Who is this man and what is he doing here?" The lieutenant leaned his rifle towards sergeant Fronczewski of whom took it by the barrel with her free hand holding it afterwards the lieutenant walked down the line to the Major saluting him. "Major this is a prisoner of war captured during the battle for Warsaw, he has apparently learned Polish and is willing to act as a translator, command checked and apparently Romans aren't registered in the geneva conventions so we aren't breaking any laws. He's a volunteer anyway, apparently wants to see his family too so command institued a sort of work programme where prisoners who are captured may have the choice to work off their debt to the Polish government." The Major pushed his chinstrap forward and took off his adrian helmet handing it to the lieutenant. "So does the young man have a name? You speak Polish, you know what I am saying so if you are going to be of any assistance I need a name as calling you "young man" isn't exactly helpful." The young man took off his cap and almost picture perfectly copied the salutes Polish soldiers would give to their superiors. "My name is Aurelius sir! ...So you don't have to call me young man." Major Zarakowski looked at the least somewhat slightly impressed, it'd usually take people years to learn another language especially young men like this Aurelius he patted Aurelius on the shoulder before taking his helmet under his arm from the lieutenant. "Very good. As the marshal promised us we will be home before christmas and now this promise extends to you Aurelius. Welcome to the 15th infantry/cavalry regiment, when I am not here you take orders from officers such as lieutenant Lodynski, sergeant Fronczewski and corporal Maklakiewicz, any problems and you shall take it up with them, but for now..." The Major stood back and looked at the lieutenant. "Get everyone to their vehicles, I need two machine gunners, they will pick things up along the way, three drivers, & one radio operator. Squad to positions! We leave within thirty minutes! Get to your vehicles, those not assigned to vehicles will have to walk the village is a short distance, 50 kilometers! But that is nothing for Polish troops! Our ancestors have gone farther in one day and they did not have the luxury of such vehicles! We move on Napori Village! If we encounter resistance it is to be crushed! Failure is not an option this village will have the Polish flag flying above it by the day is over!"