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"All Quiet in the Gallian Front"

June 6 1935 EC

Major General Kurt Hertling

Castle Randgriz, Randgriz, Principality of Gallia

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"Gentlemen, the situation is as dire as it was at the beginning of the campaign," I greeted the trio of subordinates that had helped me with Case Yellow, each of them having taken a seat minus Guderian as he was staring from the office's window, deep in his thoughts. "I present you this map, please do tell me where is the issue."

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Rundstadt frowned but was the first one to speak. "The occupation of the lower regions is going as smoothly as planned."

I nodded, aware that with the loyalists putting down their arms, the army could take care of setting down defenses. Which was quite fortuitous but not outright life-saving for what was soon to happen.

"That's a recent event, but I want you to find an issue, Lieutenant Colonel."

The man stood upright at that, doubling the efforts to try and find the problem, while Speidel looked admittedly frustrated as he seemed to have spotted it, but refused to bringing it up. After minutes of pure silence, Guderian groaned, clearly irritated by this lack of responses.

"It's the bloody Federation," The officer snapped, causing the other two to look at him with mixed reactions. "A force from Zwolle tried to cross the river and set up a base up north to Witz. I managed to counter them, but my men found our enemies using Federation-made weapons."

"But no flags," I added, giving a limit to the shock as it was something that was bad in the state of things. "The Rebels have leased Lowen Island to our bigger foes to use as a base for an invasion, the news they decided to flash through their own damn papers. Right now, there are just leases of guns and resources to the rebels, but nothing that would suggest a proper military presence in Hollandia."

As of right now, there were 'two' Armies in Gallia taking care of the garrisoning and dealing with the civil war. If Operation Cygnus from the original timeline was shifted to be a bloody D-Day to screw the Empire through Gallia, then that would be a massive problem. Had we been free from any issues over this civil war and Maximilian could put an end to his bullshit affairs, then we would have had enough strength to hold the line for long enough for reinforcements to come.

But no, only Armeekorp Gallien was available for this duty while his Invasion Force struggled against mere rebels.

"What do you want us to do, sir?" Speidel asked, skipping to the main topic. "We can't waste any time on thinking and worrying."

"Speidel, I want a group of your men specialized in infiltration to take boats and get through the southern section of Hollandia, capture Zoene and establish a base of operation there. Guderian, I want you to punch them to Zwolle. I doubt you spared anyone in that foolish attempt, so they will lack the manpower to hold against a direct fight."

"My tanks can't float on water, sir," The Tank Commander remarked sarcastically.

"Which is why the vehicles will be loaded on ships and taken to the southern area to Zwolle. While we are lacking on potential manpower to handle a serious invasion, we still hold naval supremacy so we can use it as much as possible now before the storms hit."

"What about the Princess?" Rundstadt blurted out. "Was she made aware of-"

"She is furious and already plotting a scathing comment on the matter. She is aware this 'help' is leased and that if we lose she will end up trading an invader with another. Considering the republican views of the Federation, she has higher chances of survival with her country being occupied by the Empire."

That and the fact I was being rather lenient on the taxation and quotas sent to the Empire. The Principality was slowly rising up from rock bottom, and the economy was making baby steps in the right direction. Any major shock to it, and Gallia could kiss its independence goodbye.

I had already sent the alarm to the rear guards and the Imperial Military Committee had promised to send us a new batch of troops to fill up the new situation. The good thing in that regard is that they were sending us some of the new tank models I have been championing for a month now.

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The Medium Mark II tanks were going to be a big step-up compared to the other designs entertained by the specialists and some tests in the main frontline have yielded positive results. I couldn't get big monsters such as the IS-3 or the Super-Pershing, but I could at least hope for something tame to begin with.

I was no tank engineer, but as an avid WW2 historian the T-34/85 was the finest piece of tank the war had ever produced. I had considered going for the M4 Sherman, but I didn't have as extensive of awareness of the tank like I had for the T-34. It definitely made the difference when I made sure to provide some 'accurate suggestions' on the engine's strength, the weight-size quota, the cannon type and the design itself.

The Mark II proved its worth in the Second Battle of Deventer just a week ago, when the superiority of the medium vehicle proved effective against the numerous Minute-type Tanks deployed by the federation. These were the closest to Shermans in terms of size and frame, so they found themselves instantly outpaced and outscrewed by the superior armament of the MKII and its armor.

But before this meeting could be taken to an end, I gave one last order.

"Rundstadt, I wish for you to send your most competent subordinates to assist the creation of makeshift fortifications to house high-caliber guns. I want the pieces to be turned into direct-fire guns to kill any ships that aren't friendly. Understood?"

"Yes sir," The youngest of the trio nodded and I had them dismissed.

Two left, one didn't.

I turned my attention to Guderian and the blond scoffed.

"Why didn't you tell them about what is going on up north, Sir?"

"Because they are watching us, Erich, and I want them to think they don't need much to cause the mess they are planning to do."

"The Prince... is he trying to betray us or has a thing against you, sir? I need to know what I am dealing with."

I nodded and yet sighed tiredly.

"Prince Maximilian is out for a weapon that is supposedly in the capital. I am quite sure it is not, yet he needs it to do something with it. Nothing good for the empire as the Imperial Cabinet and the Emperor himself is unaware of this matter."

That shocked the tank commander. "Then... what? What is your strategy to counter them? They are smuggling fake rebels into our territory."

"And they will have a difficult time getting what they want," I assured him. "I have good troops on the matter, just not anyone that you may be familiar with. Do your job and I shall make sure they will be unable to get to us."

He nodded slowly, and then he left as I was left on my own for a while, thinking on what to do next. Because, let's be real, with the chance of Gallia getting D-Day'd, there was also a chance that the Federation was going to order a costly all-out assault to distract the rest of the Imperial forces.

It would be deadly for them, but enough to create an opening for an outright collapse of our army. If Gallia fell, then the Federation would have a big enough new front to pour manpower and weapons to kick into the capital, pulling thus a success in what Northern Cross failed to accomplish. We couldn't allow our progress to be tainted. Not with this new issue.

But today was not just a day of bad news. Innovation was in the air as I had decided to invite someone to have a bit of a brainstorming session.

Isara Gunther was adorable.

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One would ask me, out of awareness of the shy girl's usual shell around people... how did I do it? And the answer to that question could be built in two single elements: blackboards and lots of chalk.

The girl was, perhaps, expecting me to be some creep for inviting a 'non-important' girl to my office, but she was pleasantly surprised to find about two of the five blackboards I had brought to my office already filled with formulas and equations regarding aerodynamics. I need to explain this bit as I can tell someone may be perplexed by the notion that someone would know this sort of stuff. The thing is that this was something I had to learn for school during my last test.

In my country, when it was time to handle the last test for graduation, students had to go through the production of a 'thesis', which was an elaborate text which spanned through a specific topic that could be connected to all subjects in school. I decided to take a risky gamble since many would have usually kept to WWII as a 'safe' bet and tried my hand with WWI. Surprisingly enough, there's a lot that can be used to establish a connection to every single subject of high school, but the one thing that mattered here the most was Physics and how I applied aerodynamics as a major element within the war.

Since innovation of air-faring technology found fertile ground during the Great War, I studied in-depth all that was done to planes to improve and bring from the standard lightweight models to the more advanced biplanes and triplanes. The engine was the most relevant topic and the one thing I was actively struggling since one couldn't exactly compare a normal vehicle's engine to the modified airplane one. So, while I could rely on the schematics about tanks using Ragnite, I was actively struggling to find an appropriate design for an eventual plane.

I didn't even hear her enter the room, nor her approaching as she quietly read through the lines I chalked up. I think she even forgot where she was after some time spent studying what I wrote as I saw her mindlessly pick some of the available chalk and started to add her own 'thoughts' on the matter. She wasn't completely certain of the process, but her ideas within some potential formulas were not without merits.

As she was done, the girl froze as I started to clap at her for this amazing display of brilliance. She turned around, flustered and blushing, and proceeded to apologize for entering without permission and-

"Writing something so brilliant that it gives me hope of solving this cipher eventually," I interjected as I knew she was going to lessen the value of what she just displayed.

Isara was stunned by this rebuttal, but nodded in delight as we shared a handshake and she took a seat beside me as we brainstormed a bit. I think the lack of formality within that greeting was what she needed to open up as she seemed instantly hooked at the extensive civilian use of an airplane, but also admitted that war was going to 'stain' the idea too one way or another.

She was nonetheless pleased to take part to this session, showing quite the awareness on the topic and somewhat baffling me since... she was doing most of that out of sheer understanding than knowledge. And the way she was so entertained by the topic made me even more amused of her squeaks when she felt 'called out' about it.

Once again, with greater voice in soul and heart, Isara Gunther was adorbs.

AN

Ah yis, planes! My pretties! Time for some strat-bombing (soonish)!

Next chapter will be divided in two parts, two perspectives and... Kurt gets his legit Valkyria together with theTraitorous Himmler in charge of that cray-cray bundle. Time to face some pseudo-SS' BS.