A Brits, a Yankee, a French and a Hun in Gallia
Author: "wakes up in shock and surprise" «Uh? WHAT? WHERE!? WHERE AM I!? WHAT HAPPENED!?»
Squire: «Calm down old chump, you're currently in Morocco.».
Author: «WHAT!? What am I doing in freaking Morocco!? And why does my head hurt so much!?»
Squire: «Nothing! It….must be the climate…..»
Raptor: «The fucking limey idiot shot you in the head several times because you didn't give proper credit to some randoms. Also can you explain FreeWar or whatever that I ain't no Youtuber? Tell him to check out our story, Second Universe Tales, Universalia Fight Club, the remake of course.»
Author: «WHAT!? Why did you have to shoot me!?»
Ichika: «Yeah, and I thought Chifuyu-nee was harsh. Also Mr. Author, could you avoid kicking her around so much?»
Author: «Fuck off Ichika! Just wait when I start working on my future "White Clown" fanfiction! You better memorize the whole "Joker" movie script boy! Not before I release my first possible chapter on the origins of the Raptor empire.»
Raptor: «Sweet! An origin story for my homeland! Also you better hire fucking Adam Driver for the other fanfiction.»
Author: «If we ever will have a live action version I will comply.»
"Pause"
Author: «Wait how long was I dead?»
Welkin: «I'd say since 26 December.»
Author: «OHGODINEEDTOUPLOADANEWCHAPTER!»
Hans: «Then get moving, you backstabbing Italian bastard!»
Author: «Oh come on! Last time was just a coup!»
Hans: «Just go.»
Author: «Wait, how am I supposed to write from Morocco?»
Squire: «Not to worry, I'm sure Mutilator will more than help us in our quest for return in Italy.»
Author: «Well I hope-»
"sounds of portal opening"
Author: «-so….»
Bill: «Well jolly good we're finally here. You better start writing chump, the fans are angry.»
Author: «Wait are they?»
Bill: «I don't know, but you better write soon!»
Raptor: «I swear if you abandon our fanfiction you're a dead man!»
Author: «HEY! I didn't create you just to be a Tsundere!»
Raptor: «JUST MOVE IT!»
Author: «All right! All right! Jeez. Well then, it has been a while…..so let's begin!»
The look of Randgriz and its surrounding had slightly changed since the charge: a fog started to develop, it started to rain heavily and winds begun to pick up. Soon the charge was stopped from both sides as it seemed impossible to move forward because of the fog.
«Oh come on! Why did it have to be fog!» Brian exclaimed angrily. «Well this ought to stop 3% of all Gallian Bus lanes.» Squire commented. Soon, the various Imperial forces begun firing at the Gallians and Federal troops, and some of the fire was close in hitting our heroes.
«Oh god! They are counterattacking! And soon they'll deploy their Katyusha rockets!» Hans exclaimed in full panic. «Indeed. I believe that the best course of action is a retreat-I mean…..tactically redeploying to a less dangerous position! YEEESSS.» Squire then said.
«I swear to god, if you say "yes" one more time, I will fucking slaughter you!» Rosie exclaimed angrily at Squire. «Well while there might some tensions caused by the Anglo-Dutch wars, I suppose that the right target at the moment would be the lovely gentlemen known as the Imperials in front of u-» Squire responded before more fire came from their right.
«Bugger me with a fish fork! Where in the name of Duke Henry of Mecklenburg-Schwerin's balls did those came from!?» Squire exclaimed confused. «The Empire I suspect.» was Bill response. The attack was made by several KV-2 attempting an outflanking maneuver against our brave heroes.
The sound of the firing of the KV was deafening, and could be heard from the distance. «God I can't even hear shit because of the firing!» Largo complained. «It's the battle of the Frontiers all over again!» Edmond exclaimed. «Right. This calls for extreme measures. Time to recreate the Western Front lads!» Squire exclaimed.
«Urgh. Again?!» Rosie exclaimed exasperated. «Sorry miss waifu, bit it appears to be the only conceivable way to win this current situation.» Squire then said. Rosie raised an eyebrow. «Miss…what?» she asked confused. «Not the time! Get a move on fellas! It's the Bulge all over again!» Brian exclaimed.
After a while, both the Gallians and the Federation troops were inside of the city. Some of them were inside holes in the ground for cover against the Imperial/Soviet fire. «All right, we need to work out a plan. Fast.» Welkin said in a serious manner. «What we need to do currently is something I call "trench warfare". It's quite simple really. You can do it at home too! All you need is to go out into your back yard and dig a trench and get your neighbors to shoot at you. It's quite fun.» Squire explained.
«That….or you can use the rivers to flood part of the city.» Hans proposed. Suddenly the Federation's men and tanks charged forward, taking the Imperial/Soviet forces by surprise, alongside the Gallians. «Damn it! Imperials!» Largo exclaimed believing the Federation men and women for Imperial forces.
«No, it's the French…Arguably worse.» Bill responded. «Then why the bloody hell are they advancing forward!?» Squire exclaimed. «HEY!» Edmond exclaimed rightfully pissed. «Now now, I do realize that you are probably taking this as yet another stereotype of French surrendering, but I believe that in the current situation for a French it's not wise to advance forward. I mean, look at what happened last time.» Squire apologized.
«Oh. Well you have a point. Belgium was not kind to us.» Edmond commented before laughing nervously. «Well at the very least despite the fact there are bloody trenches there are no armored cars.» Jack commented. «Indeed, there are no armored cars, hopefully, in 1935 on the Imperial side.» Squire then commented.
«Nope. Just freaking tanks.» Rosie commented.
In the meantime, Claude's Hafen tank rushed forward, drifting and hitting an IS-2 in the engine before he could shoot. «Not bad.» Boris said, only to grin at the sight of another IS-2 tank. «But this is better.» he then said. He shoot the tank on the front, obviously not doing much damage.
Then, using a steep small cliff, he made his tank jump and, to everybody surprise, her performed a corkscrew move, hitting the IS-2 in the machine gun post in front. After destroying the enemy tank, he landed on his wheels like it was nothing.
Boris simply laughed, while both the Gallians and the Federation soldiers were taken aback from the scene. «WHAT WAS THAT!?» Isara asked shocked. «Pure Russian bias comrade Dutch. T-50 is made of stone blin!» Boris responded. «Don't forget about me!» Phlydaily exclaimed.
«I swear to god, if the freaking third world country Wunderwaffe kills a gaw damn tank-» Brian exclaimed, before Phlydaily begun firing at an enemy T-34. «EAT KNUCKLE IVAN!» he exclaimed, as he fired several shots at the tank engine. He could shoot multiple times thanks to the recoil of his tankette, and managed to eliminate the T-34 despite defying expectations.
«OH COME ON! THIS IS GAW DAMN BULLSHIT!» Brian exclaimed angrily. «Indeed, they couldn't penetrate a bloody Matilda, let alone the tank that describes Russian Bias!» Squire exclaimed with an annoyed tone. «Should….should we do something?» Welkin asked.
«Nah, can't believe I'm saying this, but it appears like the French are having this under control. I do believe that we should be in more important sectors such as the flanks. You know, Russians and flanks AND big cities that have important political significance do result in disaster.» Squire responded.
«Well at the very least it's not Stalingrad yet.» Hans commented. However, after a while of the Federation simply halting the Imperial/Soviet forces, the VVS dived forward to attack the ground forces. «Shit! Imperial aircraft!» Largo exclaimed. «Well where is our radar system!?» Hans exclaimed.
«What do you mean!? We-» Welkin tried to say before being interrupted by Squire. «Well I believe that Gallian radars work as well in this current period as British radios work in Holland.» Squire commented. «I was going to say that we DON'T have radars!» Welkin exclaimed.
«And where is our bloody air force!?» Jack asked angrily. «Well, if I have to speak from experience, I believe that they are probably dealing with a Soviet air horde.» Hans commented.
Then, one of the Hong Kong Gun Carrier in the back was shot and destroyed by an incoming shell. «Alarm! Einer der Panzerjäger wurde zerstört! Wie haben sie unsere Panzerjäger gesehen? Es sei denn, sie haben unsere Funkcodes geknackt? (Alarm! One of the tank destroyers has been destroyed! How did they saw our tank destroyers? Unless they have cracked our radio codes?)» Hans exclaimed confused.
«Well jolly good, did he bring his tent with him, CAMPER!?» Squire asked angrily. After the Soviet planes had done harassing our heroes, a massive Soviet formation charged, supported by infantry of all kind. «Oh Tally ho! Imperials in the open, and they look rather cross.» Squire exclaimed.
«Christ on a bike!» Claude exclaimed at the sight. «We need shirts Claude! Many shirts!» Sovietwomble exclaimed too. Soon, the Federation troops were retreating hard at the incoming Imperial/Soviet forces. «Still sure we shouldn't do something?» Welkin asked slightly impatient.
«Nah. Let them come closer, it will be easier for us to encircle them.» Hans commented. However, our of the fog, an unlikely hero came. «Salauds! Éloignez-vous de nos gisements de Ragnite! (You bastards! Get away from our Ragnite deposits!)» it was the ambassador of the Federation in his armored car, shooting at the Imperial/Soviet forces.
«Oh, more French are coming! We better evacuate the area before they start inserting garlic into themselves.» Squire commented. Edmond simply glared at him.
Of course, it didn't do much to the tanks. As a response, all of them stopped. «Oh…merde. (Oh…shit.)» was all the ambassador said, before all the tanks shoot at him three times each. «Well the ambassador is gone, shot three times each time by the Russians…..because well…..he's French.» Squire commented.
«Oh such a shame.» Rosie said sarcastically. Then, the F82E felt down from the sky in flames, splattering on the road beneath. «Oh, and there goes the twin Mustang.» Squire commented. «Didn't pay too much attention, where did it go?» Alicia asked innocently enough. «Pretty much everywhere.» Squire responded. Soon, the tanks focused their fire at the Federation troops.
«Well then, the French now are retreating and dying…..Jolly Good. Time for real men to handle the situation!» Squire exclaimed. «More like coming at the last moment and claiming all the glory.» Edmond commented grumpily. «All right lads, fix baguettes!» Squire exclaimed. «Squire. Enough.» Edmond growled at Squire. «Well I'd say I had my fun. Over the top chumps!» Squire exclaimed. The various tanks attacked the Imperial/Soviet forces from the flank, destroying a lot of them in the process. Then they pointed at seven isolated tanks.
«All right fellas! Close in! Stir Fry 'em crazy!» Brian exclaimed, as he implied an encirclement of their tanks. «You could even say: "STEVEN Fry them crazy!"» Edmond exclaimed. The whole team looked at him confused. «Really? Puns? I didn't take you for a punny type.» Alicia commented.
«Meh. I sometime do. I have some fun ones I can do later.» Edmond said. «Not unless we die here.» Mikhail said. «Oh please. [We're the good guys of this fanfiction!]» Squire exclaimed. The tanks were encircled rather quickly and soon they were completely whip out.
«Jolly good, we eliminated quite a bunch of the communist. Glad that the 3rd Shock Army is not here.» Squire commented. «They are probably too busy with the 442nd Infantry Regiment, with the two members of the free Norwegian army serving in the Soviet army and the guy with the two swords.» Bill commented.
«Speaking of which, where do you think they are right now?» Welkin asked. «Literally no idea.» Squire responded. However, what shocked the squad was how everything seemed….quiet. Too much quiet. «Geez! Everything is quiet. It's sounds like the Western Front all over again!» Brian exclaimed.
«Huh. Seems like it... So... Too Quiet?» one of the Hong Kong commander asked. Suddenly, a shell landed near one of the Hong Kong modified Gun Carriers. But it was no normal shell: it was a shell carrying tear gas. «Ahh! Cuīlèi wǎsī! Guānbì zhàn chē cāng kǒu gài tā mā de! (Ahh! TEAR GAS! Close the Tank Hatch for fuck sake!)» the commander exclaimed.
On the side where the shell came from was an horde of Chinese tanks charging at their positions, firing more shells at our heroes. «Warten! Haben die Chinesen Senfgas auf uns abgefeuert ?! (Wait! Did the Chinese fired mustard gas at us?!)» Max exclaimed in panic.
«Nein, das ist nicht dasselbe Benzin aus dem großen Krieg. (No. That's not the same gas from the great war.)» Hans tried to reassure the driver. Suddenly, one of the shells hit Hans's Tiger tank. «ARGH ! GAS! GAS! GAS! MAX! LASSEN SIE DIE GASMASKEN AN! DIE KOMMUNISTEN HABEN SENFGAS VERWENDET ! AHHHH ! (ARGH! GAS! GAS! GAS! MAX! GET THE GAS MASKS ON! THE COMMIES WERE DEPLOYING MUSTARD GAS! AHHHH!)» Hans exclaimed in full panic.
«GAS, GAS, GAS! Put some masks on, and close all hatches!» Squire exclaimed to warn his comrades. «Hah, did a little smoke scared ya? Hah! Looks like we're safe for now!» Brian exclaimed not afraid. This however changed when one of the shells hit his tank, releasing the gas. «AHHH! MY SKIN IS BURNING! AHHH! THOSE COMMIES USED FUCKING WILLY PETE ON US!» Brian then exclaimed.
Soon, the various tanks panically opened fire at the Chinese force. At first they didn't hit anything because of the gas, but then one of the tanks, a T-34, was finally hit. «Good hit Welkin. Looks like you killed SpongeBob!» Squire exclaimed. He then pointed his gun at the drifting tanks. «Yeesss, no, noooh, yeees, yeeeeessss, nooooo, yessss, nooooo, nup, nup, no.» Squire said as he tried to aim at the tanks, as they seemed impossible to hit. Then, however, he managed to hit one of the tanks, setting it ablaze. «Yeeeeeess!» Squire exclaimed victorious.
«Oh come on Squire! We just had this discussion!» Rosie exclaimed annoyed. «Well I believe that this is not the right time for discussion. Not that we're essentially facing the Boxers.» Squire responded. In the meantime, the Chinese continued to advance. «Right. That's it. DIE FOR THE KING!» Squire exclaimed brave. «On second thought, I think we should retreat.» Edmond then said with shame.
As a clue, one of the shells penetrated Hans Tiger, almost hitting the crew. «HOLY SAUSAGES! I'm with the French! We're too exposed in the open!» Hans exclaimed. «Nonsense! A gentleman will gladly charge at enemy machine guns!» Squire complained. «What about tanks?» Bill asked.
«Well I suppose you're right. well let's hope we can hold our ground better in the ci-BLOODY NORA!» Squire exclaimed at the sight of the city almost in ruin. «What just bloody hell happened!? The city has been blown up more times than Coventry!» Squire exclaimed. «Indeed. It looks like someone has carped bombed an episode of the antiques road show. It's Rotterdam all over again.» Bill commented.
«No…Randgriz….» Welkin said in despair. He then sighed, pissed. «All right. that's it. No more nice guy Welkin Gunther. We'll take no prisoners. And we'll not make a step backward!» he exclaimed, gaining the cheers of the Gallians. «Oh dear.» Squire commented. «It's Stalingrad all over again.» Bill commented too.
In the meantime, the Federation troops were being slowly pushed further and further inside of Randgriz. «Shit, shit, shit! I didn't expect these yellow skin too!» Ridley exclaimed. «[Yeah, the battle rating isn't on our side!]» Phlydaily exclaimed. «Shit! Uh…I-I'm placing mines!» Sovietwomble exclaimed in full panic.
«Where the hell are the Gallians!?» Claude exclaimed, before one of the Soviet tanks was destroyed from behind. «Tally ho! The Dutch free forces are here! Yeeees.» Squire exclaimed, only to note the mines that Sovietwomble had started placing.
«Well good planning! While this is by no means the same kind of minefields you would find in north Africa, it must definitely can do the job right. Watch as Imperial, Soviet and Chinese troops step on these, throw themselves fifty feet in the sky and scats themselves in a wide area.» Squire commented.
«Well finally you guys arrived! I didn't know my fellow countrymen got this slow recently.» Claude sighed. «Oh yeah. You being Gallians and all. Voelt goed als landgenoten een vreemd land helpen. (Feels good to have fellow countrymen helping a foreign country.)» Welkin commented. Ridley and Claude looked confused at the lieutenant.
«All I got from that was "help"!» Ridley exclaimed. «What? its Gallian! Don't you know anything about your own people?» Rosie asked in disgust. «We're like continental Edinbourguese mixed with Assenians, right?» Claude asked clueless. «Nope. Dyke Germans.» Squire commented. «With a painter that has the tendencies to cut its own ears apparently.» Bill then said.
«Well I know just enough to say that you guys are far more innocent than the so called "liberators of Europa" for sure.» Raz commented referring to the Federation. A short silence followed. «Wat je ook doet, noem de Congo NIET. (Now whatever you do, do NOT mention the Congo.)» Welkin said to his troops.
«So, what's the current situation? Are we 1939 fucked?» Mikhail asked. «This is pretty serious. We're at the last defensive positions, and we cannot let the central position fall.» Claude then said, referring to an area highlighted by a white square with a Gallian flag.
«[Ah, ja, een verdacht vierkant en goed in kaart gebracht vangpunt in het midden van de stad. Als ze het vangen, is het ons einde!] ([Ah, yes, a suspiciously square and well charted capture point in the middle of the city. If they capture it, it will be the end of us!])» Welkin exclaimed.
Suddenly, a group of Chinese and Soviets charged at our heroes forces some forming columns. «Ooh, there's a queue forming apparently, very British.» Squire commented. «Don't just comment stuff! FIRE!» Welkin exclaimed. But despite the accuracy of our heroes and the mines, the enemies just kept on coming like flies.
A group of Imperial soldiers, as a matter of fact, were very close on sneaking in from behind, until one of them was chopped in half. «I. HAVE AN AXE HERE. WITH YOUR NAMES ON IT!» it was lord Scatsbury with a big ass axe, chopping several of the Imperial soldiers, «SOMETHING. ABOUT IT BEING. YOUR INHERITENCE. AND DOOM!».
Soon the whole group was destroyed by the man. Our heroes saw the carnage in full view, and if it wasn't for the current situation, they would be vomiting everywhere. «Ah, so that is what the real Seal Clubbing looks like...hmm….fascinating! Yeees, yeees, yeees.» Squire commented.
Rosie sighed. «Weet je wat? Ik geef het op. (You know what? I give up.)» she said in defeat. «Honestly, you're the most British THING I've ever seen.» Scatsbury then said. «Wait, how do you know about the British? I thought you came from a different world than from ours!» Edmond exclaimed.
«The Great Cow knows everything and has blessed me with knowledge!» Scatsbury exclaimed with a demonic voice. The whole team was silent. «Just….ignore it. That's how we are being able to survive right now.» Alicia then said. «Well while an axe might be the best gentleman weapon in this current situation, not a long sword by any means and definitely not a bow, I'd say it cannot aid us against the Bolshevik horde. Any possible suggestions regarding a possible halting of the Russian forces?» Squire asked.
Scatsbury sighed annoyed at the incoming Imperial, Soviet and Chinese forces. «Werewolves.» was all he said.
[Skyrim a warrior's life starts playing]
Scatsbury picked up a small flute, and started playing it. Not a single not came out. «I'm not playing one god damn note, am I?» he asked, only for a melody to finally come out. Not long after that, an horde of bipedal, muscular black wolves with long, powerful claws and teeth appeared roaring at the Comintern forces.
«O Bozhe! Vavkalaki! Oni nastoyashchiye! Ikh poslali iz ada, chtoby nakazat' nas! AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH ! (Oh god! The wawkalaks! They are real! They have been sent from hell to punish us! AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!)» one of the Imperial commanders exclaimed before being ripped to shreds.
«[Well this is a peculiar way to jump over the shark with the story. Werewolves!]» Squire exclaimed at the sight. «[Next thing we'll know is that this Fanfiction author is Neil Marshall]» Bill commented.
«GAW DAMN! WEREWOLVES!» Brian tank driver exclaimed. «Hell yeah! This Fanfiction could use sum punk music!» Brian exclaimed. «No sir! Actual werewolves!» the driver responded. «Well jee! In that case good luck finding gaw damn silver bullets!» Brian exclaimed.
«Commandant! Loups-garous! (Commander! Werewolves!)» Pierre exclaimed at the sight. «Oh mon Dieu! La bête du Gévaudan a eu des bébés! Une portée entière d'entre eux! (Oh god! The beast of Gévaudan had babies! An entire litter of them!)» Edmond exclaimed scared at the sight.
«Kommandant, vor uns steht ein ganzes Werwolf-Bataillon! (Commander there's an entire werewolf battalion in front of us!)» Max exclaimed at the sight. «Ah ja, wunderbar. Die Werwolf-Widerstandstruppe ist erfolgreich angekommen und hinter die feindlichen Linien gegangen. Holen Sie sich die Kamera. Wir brauchen die Propagandafußböden. (Ah yes, wonderful. The Werwolf resistance force has successfully arrived and went behind the enemy lines. Get the camera's. We need the propaganda footages.)» Hans ordered in delight. «Kein Kommandant, das sind echte Werwölfe! (No commander, these are actual werewolves!)» Max exclaimed.
«Crikey! Werewolves!» Jack exclaimed. «[Do not worry mate, maybe they are just a bunch of guys dressed up for a competition!]» his driver tried to consoled him. «O Boże! Wilkołaki! (Oh god! Werewolves!)» Mikhail driver exclaimed. « Gdzie jest Pan Kleks, kiedy go potrzebujesz! (Where is Pan Kleks when you need him!)» Mikhail exclaimed in full panic mode.
At this point Welkin just looked at the scene almost as he didn't care. He was essentially desensitized by all the crap that had happened recently that werewolves did not surprise him. « Natuurlijk. Natuurlijk. [Meer manieren om de oorspronkelijke overlevering te slachten. Waarom geen heksen toevoegen nu de kluddes zijn toegevoegd.] (Off course. Off course. [More ways to butcher the original lore. Why not adding witches now that the kluddes have been added.])» he said almost in an uncaring tone.
However, some of the werewolves started to charge at allied lines. «Oh ho! Shit! This is not going to help at all, isn't it?» Scatsbury commented. After some time, all of the werewolves were eliminated by both allied forces and the Comintern ones. a short silence followed after the blood bath.
[Skyrim a warrior's life stops playing]
«Well….glad this is over. Now what?» Mikhail asked. «Now...we….win?» a Soviet officer responded. «Weeeelllll…bullocks.» was all Squire said, before a melody could be heard from the distance. «Well jolly good. A British tune in the distance. [Always a good sight in this Fanfiction.]» Squire commented. «Oh...Blyat.» one of the Imperial officer said as he realized what was about to happen.
[633 squadron theme starts playing]
On the sky, arriving with majesty, was a Mosquito FB Mk VI, an Me 410 B-2/U4 and a Me 410 A-1, leaded by a Bf 109 G-2 in tropical color, attacked the Comintern forces with cannons and rockets. «Fairly good shot Wilhelm. Surprised you could actually hit targets so precisely with that trumpet launcher.» the Mosquito pilot commented.
«Well at the very least we avoided unnecessary destruction of propriety.» the Bf 109 pilot commented. «Well off course Heinz. We surely aren't the Luftwaffe.» the Mosquito pilot said. «And surely not the American air force.» Heinz said grumpily. The Mosquito charged again at the Comintern forces, this time ridiculously close to the ground.
«Uh…mind if I ask….isn't that plane a bit too close to the ground?» Claude asked. «Nonsense! It's a Mosquito! When you're on one, you're only too low when you've crashed.» Squire responded. «It's essentially a kamikaze plane, considering it's made of wood.» Hans then said.
«Wait what!? You're sending wooden planes against steel planes!?» Isara exclaimed shocked. «Not to worry my dear. while normally if something is wooden it'll fall to pieces, a Mosquito doesn't! Just like a Russian as a matter of fact. They are good at that sort of things.» Squire responded.
«Sooo….You're essentially sending pieces of wood in the sky against metal planes?» Kai asked confused. «How did you guys even came up with this insanity of an idea!?» Raz exclaimed. «What do you mean? The very first thing that comes to mind when I look at a tree is "Yes. That, is a born flier. Bill….put an engine on it."» Squire explained.
«I call her Gertrude the Gastronomical, because she's so damn tasty, I say.» Bill commented. «Well I hope it survives.» Welkin commented. «Not to worry, my friend. [I'm sure that this Fanfiction is completely 100% historical accurate and will describe perfectly the capabilities of the Mosquito.]» Squire then said.
Then, the Mosquito took out another tank, causing an explosion that went like "kablam!". «[You see? That's pretty conclusive if you ask me….basically a documentary.]» Squire then said. However, after a while, he went too close a building, hitting it with its wings. Soon, the wing was destroyed and the plane felt to the ground, it's pilot safe for a miracle.
[633 squadron theme stops playing]
The whole team looked at Squire with an awkward face. «Weeeellllll…..while Brrrritish plane engineering has no equal, it is possible that the pilot was not fully qualified for the job or, even worse, a communist sympathizer has infiltrated our lines and damaged it.» Squire tried to justify what just occurred.
«We're dead, aren't we?» a Gallian soldier asked. «Well, if you don't want to go over the top, just stick two pencils up your nose and wear a pair of underpants on your head. they'll think you've gon insane, and send you home. Or a mental hospital.» Bill commented.
Will our heroes manage to defend the great capital of Gallia? Will the arrival of Scatsbury be the difference in favor of Squad 7 and company? Will this arc last any longer testing the patience of the audience? Find out next time, on a Brits, a Yankee, a French and a Hun in Gallia!
Wow it has been a while folks. Stupid British and their freaking revolvers. Anyway, I sincerely appreciate the support of "K" and .gaming for several of the phrases in the Fanfiction. I also appreciate the support of FreeWar, GJO1088, Dandaman5, UN Peacekeeper and Sgt117 for their various suggestions in the Fanfiction, you're all wonderful people.
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