Rewritten 'Sidst Kamp'

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KUGNE Headquarters At the heart of the island known as Gevaka, lies a castle surrounded by things that you would expect from a town... except it wasn't a normal town. It's one occupied by solely military personnel and is where the whole expedition is organized as it is the headquarter of the Expeditionary Command.

It's supposed to be one of the most heavily defended infrastructure known to Gestrae, boasting layers of defense that one could only look upon in awe while failing and failing to penetrate through. And yet all of them were tore down by Flashia like there wasn't even a thing stopping them in the first place.

"Are we just going to stay here and defend this castle from the so-called 'barbarians'?" questioned a soldier in terror.

"I'm afraid so, we will have to defend against whatever they had..." replied his fellow who isn't any better.

Ever since they broke through the HQ defense, many have began to cast doubt over Flashia's status as a 'barbarian nation'. In their minds, and also the norm, such nations with such designation should've only have primitive technology that pales in comparison to one civilized army, let alone 7.

Nonetheless, defied the existing logic deeply ingrained to the citizen of the 'Civilized World', the Federal Republic did. Despite apparently not having magic at all, with the mage looking like as if they were looking at a fragment of their imagination, yet real, Flashia possessed materiels of unmatched level that they could not possibly keep up with.

If the reports are to be believed, they had extremely accurate 'black muskets' that can shoot multiple times before stopping to reload, although even that process seems to be extremely quick, 'self-propelled siege engine' that uses a cannon instead of a ram and even fighter jets which were supposedly used solely by Verdecana as it was their invention in this world.

"Gods of the Heavenly Order, please give us thy blessing so that we shall survive..."

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Positioned right outside the walls of the castle are dismounted infantrymen from various unit, of the 198th Regiment from the Mariner, 125th Kawagrzmotian Hussars and the 217th Brigade, both Land Army, all are just waiting around 'Point Essence' for the clearance to go in guns blazing

Owing to the sheer size viewed from the outside, Command had decided to divide the castle into three sections. The central section would be handled by the Hussars, the Western one would be taken care of by the 217th and the East being the responsibility of the Marinesoldater.

"So when are we going in again?"

"Anytime now..."

"You said that like 20 times already..."

With the amount of time spent on just waiting, one would've got shot at already. But they didn't, as the windows where the defenders could use to fire from are being watched closely and anyone that dared to use them always had one or more bullets waiting for them. Results may vary though.

And it's because of this fact alone that the occupiers inside gave up on taking their chances to fight what is out there after awhile. It just seemed like a curse for them that something out there just wouldn't let them.

"HQ just called in" the Mariner SL walked up to his squad with his RTO (radio operator "We got the green light now, we're going to breach and clear the castle"

"Finally! I was wondering if we had to stop here..."

With yet another newfound excitement, the Flash troops stationed here readied up for the last time, magazines were ensured full, the chambers checked to see if each and one of them has a cartridge in.

"You better stay clear of the entrance" the radio would come to life "Because we're going to put a big hole on it"

A short period of mild confusion later, a Pansar 82A1 belonging to the Mariner would then line up in front of the massive gate, their cannon is now aiming at the entrance. A sight that is followed by the Kawagrzmots, Ageværans and Tilenogtyvean skedaddling out of the way.

"CLEAR!"

WHOOSH

...

Musketeers lined up on the hallway, with some taking cover from the railings at the front entrance. As they're the last line of defense, the Gošbanian soldiers remain nervous as to what would unfold before them, some even quietly and quickly praying in an attempt to keep themselves under control.

So far they have not heard the knockings from foot soldiers or a siege engine, only rumbles that raises a lot more questions that it shoild. Sweats kept on flowing down the heads of the Gošbanians sitting there that couldn't anything else than anticipa-

KABOOM

An abrupt explosion sent many of the front line back, wounding some as debris from what remained of the gate flew through the air and landing right into the personnel. The rest were then shot by the attacking forces who emerged from the smokes, followed by the ones on the railing, not being able to recover from the initial shock.

As a consequence, the defense at the entrance fell in the matter of a mere 10 seconds if one were able to keep count. Soldiers in green would spread across, sweeping their arms around while also exercising precaution so as to not flag* their own.

After making sure the area is clear, they pushed on.

...

Tomić is at the top floor of the central section of the castle. He stands in the war planning room where the KUGNE resistance had been organized in recent day with the current last stand being one he came up with to at least slow down the encroaching Flash forces.

"Sir what shall we do?" a Gošbanian personnel inquires on the action they should take "Our defenders at the front gate had already perished!"

Tomić is at a dilemma from the looks of it, the Flash soldiers were holding rapid-firing muskets that outranged the inaccurate musket of theirs, not to mention the accuracy and the fact that they almost never reloaded from what they have seen.

To clarify, the Flash Army soldiers DO reload their weapons, it's just that they never fire alone.

He thinks of an idea. While different, their weapons are still guns, propelling projectiles out of the barrel at speed with limited penetration.

"What about the heavy shields we have?"

"The heavy shields sir?"

The heavy shield is a type of shield that can stop a bullet in its track, effectively a ballistic shield. The drawback is that they are big and heavy, as you might have expect from the name alone, so only certain soldiers mainly the absolute units can wield them.

"Yes, that way we can stop their bullet from massacring our soldiers!"

Tomić was hoping that this would stop the Flash advance as they raid the last stronghold of the Northern Expedition.

...

The squads from 3 different units advances through the hallway from the entrance as the raid on the castle begins. Leading the way is the Kawagrzmotian Hussars, with the Mariners taking positions in the middle while the Pansarjæger cover from behind.

They will have to take this particular hallway if they want to split up into 3 as planned. As they maneuver, enemy after enemy gets gunned down almost instantly upon in sight. Many feel they are almost at the split, and then they see something standing their way.

In front of the Hussars is a formation of abnormal shields. They were bigger than what the Flash would've expected.

"Contact shields!" called out one Hussar, then they opened fire on the formation. To their massive shock however, the 5.56 bullets merely made dents on the shields, failing to penetrate.

"Shit, what are they made of?!"

The Hussars were certainly confused. Shields at least in the 18th century, should not be able to absorb bullets. And yet here they are being the receiving end of the KUGNE's heavy shields.

Speaking of KUGNE, some of the strongest soldiers of the Expedition forces is holding the line with an entire platoon standing behind them. As they got shot at, they were able to find out the shields are impervious to the bullets of Flashia.

"Aha! The shields actually worked!" scoffed one of the heavy shield-wielder "Advance! Get them in range with our musketeers!"

The shields moved up with the infantry, pushing the Flash soldiers that are now backing up while still firing on them.

"Damn it, we can't get through that shield!"

"They're pushing us!"

"We need backup!"

The Hussars are confused, but still remained composed as they try their best to stop the shield from getting too close. And then, a Mariner with an AMR-14 walked up in front as he extends the barrel of the rifle, loading a bullet in the process.

"I gotchu" he said as he takes aim at the shield in the middle. He takes some time to stabilize and get a good sight picture. And when he does, he pulled the trigger, shoulder-firing the rifle as the 12.7mm's flies out of the barrel.

The next thing they knew, is the bullet actually punched a nasty 2-way hole into the shield, killing the wielder and several soldier behind in the process.

"By the gods, what was that?!" yelled one wielder in response to the man in the middle suddenly meeting death in an instant.

And then his head would also pop with another shot fired at them. With the shields compromised, the formation quickly fell apart like the ones before them, as they're now dealing with a bullet that can cut through the heavy shield like a hot knife through butter.

The would get slaughtered with their only hope at stopping them entirely shattering to the sheer force of a bullet half an inch. After getting past the puddles of blood and dead bodies, they have reached the splitting point, an intersection leading to 3 different sections other than the one they're on.

"...I guess we'll have to split up from here" said the Hussars' leader.

"Yeah, it's been nice working with you all" replied the Mariner leader.

"May we be meeting each other once this is over" added the leading Pansarjæger.

"...Right, Hussars on me!"

"Come on Mariners!"

"Let's do this, two-seventeenth!"

After that, the three units split to their tasked sections, respective to their unit, marking the beginning of the end of the KUGNE occupation of Gevaka.

...

"They FAILED?!" yelled out Tomić upon hearing the shocking news regarding the heavy shields.

"T-They had success at first..." his subordinate would anxiously reply back "But then an unknown type of projectile pierced through the shields a-according to reports!"

Tomić had reached a breaking point as he palmed his face, with the shields being the only hope he had to stop the Flashians, he fell into despair as he knew their fate had already been sealed before anyone had realized it. He walks back and forth trying to think what should he do next, and then... he stopped as he let out a sigh.

"...You are dismissed" he said to his subordinate.

"Y-Yes sir"

The soldier leaves the room and Tomić is now alone in this room of his. He wanted something to earn from when he joined the Expedition, but now he is having none of that but the end. He thinks of what would happen to him if he gets taken in, pulling out a picture from his shirt's pocket. Tomić just sat there comtemplating, as he stares at the image.

"...I'm sorry..."

...

The squad of the 125th have positioned themselves in a peculiar predicament as a Hussar tried to kick the door open over and over again. The pointsman have harshly knocked on it multiple times already, but no matter how much he tried, it just wouldn't bulge open.

"Come on... just open up you stupid fucking-"

The Hussars are at a standstill because of this persistent door, apparently not backing down to the force of foot. As the pointman continued kicking on it in vain, one walked over, having noticed something...

"Hey pointman, would you mind a bit?"

The Hussar in question then approaches the door, pushing the man away to the side.

"What are you going to do now? This door won't open for us! Might as well strap a charge on-"

CREAK

Turns out it swings inward to the 125th side...

"Are you fu-"

The squad had a good short laugh at what they got themselves into. But they can't really waste as much time so they quickly moved in after that. The Hussars would encounter more KUGNE troops that were waiting for them.

"CHARGE!" yelled out the officer as the musketeers rushed to the 125th position with bayonets on their gun, only to get cut down easily by the full auto fire of the Hussars' rifles.

"CLEAR!"

The elite Hussars advanced forward, making their way to the stairway. They checked every corner of the area making sure that no standing enemy of the 18th century is present before climbing up the stairways.

"Man, another staircase, another pain..."

"I feel ya, just thinking about climbing up on it again and again just makes me tired"

"Just shut up and deal with it, we'll be fine"

Despite having some of the best and the lightest equipment, they still have weights to them leading to some of the Kawagrzmotians make their way up the stairs panting. I should probably clarify that before this, many had to climb up multiple stairs in the surrounding buildings.

They would eventually reach the next floor, again this floor is obviously filled with KUGNE troops, but not for long.

"Contact, left!"

The Kawagrzmotian Hussars opened fire upon having visual on any KUGNE soldiers they find, sparing some that surrendered out of fear. They're making quick progress on their section despite their earlier hiccup at... that door.

"Hallway clear!"

"Изађи!"

"Wait, scratch my last..."

BANG BANG

"Now clear for good this time!"

...

"Вы не доберетесь сюда так-"

BANG

That poor Varikan soldier who jumped out to them never stood a chance against the Mariner, being executed with a precise shot to the head, instantly limping lifelessly to the ground.

"Move up!"

The squad moved in formations as their bullpup rifles are pointed at every direction possible, making really sure that the enemy troops won't get the jump on them. In fact, some had tried to flank them only to be immediately met with 5.56 bullets.

While somewhat slow, they are still making progress nonetheless, breaking through defensive position after defensive position without stopping not even for a second, with soldiers periodically switch positions with each other, mostly to fall back to reload.

The Varikans tried to do anything they can to halt the Mariner's advance. Every tactics they tried were in vain, as they keep taking out swathes of their own while still advancing at lightning speed. The Tsar Army, being reduced to very few numbers, decided to retreat to the second floor where additional defenders are waiting.

When they were hastily doing this, the Flash Mariner squad has already come close to the stairways as they have cleared the corners where enemies could be positioned at. Once they made it to the stairs, the squad bunched up while making preparation to take the second floor. They loaded up their rifles and machine guns, making sure they have at least 27 bullets ready to fire from their loaded magazine and one in the chamber.

"These slavers man, we're cutting them down like they were nothing"

"Yeah, that's kind of what you get when you pit assault rifles against muskets"

"True..."

After the preparations were made, the Mariner took the stairs up to the next floor, where they will go in guns blazing at the Variks defenders.

"Alright, let's do this again!"

...

Meanwhile at the western section, the Pansarjæger squad got split up to 3 fireteams, clearing up left, right and center parts of the floor they're on. They're dealing with the La Ferdinans who are apparently more well-trained than others, but it wouldn't matter anywhere when 5.56s fly everywhere and could accurately kill even from 600 spheras.

"Stop them from getting- AGGHHH!"

"What kind of muskets are those?!"

"Push up! Charge these- AHHHHH!"

The mechanized infantry of Flashia, despite being divided from an already small force, at least from those present in the center is just racking up numbers of kills on La Ferdinan troops in the castle. One fireteam eventually reached the stairways, while others are still busy clearing the other corners of the floor. Interestingly, unlike others that have reported back, the stairs both goes up and down, suggesting there is something under this rather impressive castle.

Gunshots rang out periodically as the other 2 teams would clear the corners of their respective area. Eventually the shots went silent, now replaced by the footsteps of the Pansarjæger moving around, regrouping at the stairway. Like the Mariner after them, they made sure their weapons are loaded with at least 28 cartridges in the loaded mag and one in chamber. All that's left now is to decide whether to go down or up.

Oh yeah, did I mention that many of the Flash soldiers never load their mags to their full capacity of 30? This is the to the fact that the mags would function better and the spring would last longer with 27-29 rounds in.

"Who's in favor of going down there?" questioned the leader followed by the 7 out of 9 soldiers raising their hand up "I wanted to go up... Oh well, we're going down then... on me!"

The squad went downward as agreed by an overwhelming majority. Curious and cautious as to what lies down there, the selector switch of their rifle is maintained at safe, a standard procedure that adds in a level of assurance that no one shoots at anything that they aren't supposed to. Nervousness fills in the atmosphere while the jægers slowly make their way underground.

...

Piles of Gošbanian soldiers lifeless body are left behind as the slaughter of the Kawagrzmotian Hussars continued to the third floor. Being good at offensive actions, they cleared the 2 floors at a speed that was practically impossible for Gestrae's standard, made possible by their rifles. With the third floor cleared, as the last remaining defenders there shot, the Hussars then regrouped by the stairs again, checking their equipment and ammo.

"You got anymore?"

"Enough for at least 2 more"

"Mine's a bit low though..."

"Told ya should've not as trigger happy"

"Yeah I should've..."

After the inspections were done, the Hussars are now ready to go to the next floor. As they take the stairs, sweats had been flowing... a lot... from hauling the equipment around.

With their guns up and ready, they went onwards to the next floor, expecting more of the KUGNE troops to be waiting for them there. When they reached the fourth floor, they spread out and checked all the corners of the floor to clear the enemies out, just like the last 3 times.

As they advance through the halls, the lack of KUGNE troops defending the floor became quite apparently for them. Eventually though, they would find those who resisted against the intruding Hussars in the middle. Naturally, the Hussar return the favor in the form of accurate 5.56 bullets, which meant that the Gošbanians would not see the end of the day.

The Kawagrzmotians marched on, firing at any 18th century soldiers that they got visual on when they got the chance. They flanked the troops at the end from three sides, effectively wiping them out in a blink of an eye with their automatic rifles. But that doesn't change the fact there were less than what they have expected.

The previous 3 floors saw the defenders' number gradually increase for each floor they cleared, but the numbers are definitely less than the 2 floors had. This could either mean they're running out of men... or they have retreated to the top floor.

"Something's ain't right..."

The Hussars cannot jump into conclusion just yet, they have to find out for themselves. But first, they have to clear out all corners, including the rooms as procedures required. They kicked into every doors, and out of these doors, it's either empty or only have one 18th century musketeer in it...

"Found anyone else?"

"Nope, all except one is empty"

...Yeah, turns out there is only one room that is of the latter case.

About the soldier mentioned before, he surrendered himself in, before he was escorted out of the castle by 2 of the Hussars squad members. Prior to being found and captured, he was cowering in a corner of the room

"Something's DEF ain't right"

...

At the end of the stair that the Pansarjægers went down is a wooden door, which seems to lack any sort of a lock. The soldiers who are bunched up at the end looked at each other, preparing themselves for what is going to be behind this door while voices could be heard from the other side.

Once the signal that everyone is ready is given, one brave one at the left side of the door reached his left hand to the doorknob with right hand still on the pistol grip, held at a low-ready position while one would position himself right in front. He turned the doorknob then pushed it open before immediately backing off, left hand immediately back on the foregrip of his rifle.

A La Ferdinan happened to stand right in front of the door and before he could even react, the other jæger had already sent two bullets into his chest, taking him out of the fight. The squad then methodically poured into the room, shooting the Ferdies from left and and right as 3 leading soldiers takes the right, left corners and the middle. After that, they'd finally assess the surrounding.

"...Oh dear..."

What they found here is... nothing short of appalling...

They had found themselves in a dungeon with girls, both humans and hybrid with animal features seen locked up in cells, wearing nothing more than rags... that is if they had something to wear. Forced under a horrible conditions, it's pretty clear that there is a lot of signs of abuse for one's pleasure.

"Hell, some look too young for this..."

Pansarjægers still have a job to be done, but now they were given another reason to do so, and whether they admit it or not, it pushed them even further to complete the mission.

As they continued on, opposing soldiers would come from the right and left hall. And when they were in sight, the La Ferdinans tried to get in position to fire, but it would be all in vain as it would only takes a split second for the men in green to raise their weapons up on them.

The enemy soldiers were quickly dispatched of before they could got their shot at the Flash personnel. Once clear again, the mechanized infantry squad stepped forward to the section then split into two, each half going left and right. As they did this, they took more of the '18th-centuries' down, some did managed to fire their shots but the impact were evidently absorbed by their vest.

"Damn it! They hit my strawberry jam!"

"Why do you even have strawberry jam on you?!"

"I don't fucking know!" the soldier then wiped the jam off his goggles.

The Pansarjægers cleared every corner they came across, being careful not to accidentally injure or kill those held here. The soldiers worked as fast as they could, being faster than they were on the ground floor above scoring kills after kills.

...

CRACK

BANG-BANG-BANG

"Clear!"

The Mariner has now cleared the last room on the second floor of Varikan troops that stood here. They'd rendezvous at the stairway once again to prepare themselves for the next floor, the third, the final one.

"So we clear the next one and that's it?"

"Pretty much..."

After that was done, the squad continues up the stair to the third floor. As they went, the Mariners kept watch over possible angles above them, just to make sure the Variks won't get the jump on the whole squad.

When the entrance to the floor is now in sight, the first soldier would also see one just waiting for them there. He would later shoot the soldier twice, and the enemy retreated to cover as he presumably collapsed from the shots.

The Mariner continued upwards until they have ended up on one last floor. As they went past the narrow stairways, the first two turned left and right with the next aiming front so to pull security for the rest. Eventually they'd split up into 3 like their mechanized counterpart and unlike what they did in the last 2 floors for the sake of speed.

"Come on! Move it! We can't at least let the Jægers complete their objective before us!"

It's not official, but the three different units partakes in a race to see who gets the first place and who comes last in terms of who would complete their objective first. It's a fun little thing that one in the Defense Forces' rank-and-file could do to put a little more color into a bleak canvas.

They kicked into every room in this floor, going in and clear them using tactics that they were indoctrined with and what is available for them to be used. In turn, many of the opposing forces holding their position could never get close to an upper hand. Even if they did score a hit, the armor of the Mariners seem to have completely absorbed the impact. This doesn't mean the Flash doesn't feel the impact though.

"Fuck I'm hit!" one Mariner cried out in response to a ball striking his plate.

"You alright?"

"Yeah, I'm good" then the rifleman coughed up "Well... mostly..."

Nevertheless, the Marinesoldater went on with the cracks of door kicked open followed by gunshots overwhelming the atmosphere of the castle every moment. The process repeats room-by-room, as 5.56's are burned through the barrel of their bullpup rifles and into their 18th century counterparts.

Eventually, the repeating process would end, as the last room was breached and cleared off of the KUGNE troops inside. In the aftermath, bodies were left littering around the floors with some walls partially painted red. This section of the castle would also end up trashed beyond recognition as it once was with bullet holes everywhere and various furnitures damaged from the crossfire of the fight.

"This is Western Wing, uh... we request any available units to our location underground, over"

The sudden radio communication post-combat caught the Mariner off guard, the voice recognizable as one from the 217th

"Hey, does anyone know about an underground facility here?" asked the squad leader.

"No sir" one of his subordinate shakes his head "Nobody told us anything about that, if they even knew about this..."

The radio would burst to life again.

"...We got girls locked up in there, over"

Slaves are a common find amongst the FDF forces engaging in Gevaka with the capture of multiple facilities of the KUGNE occupiers. What is off to them though is that the Jægers specifically mentioned females only.

"Are there any men down there over?" the Mariner fired off an inquiry "I meant those locked up"

"Negative, only girls, over" answered their mechanized counterpart over the radio.

"Oh, no..."

This could only mean one thing knowing these people: sex slaves, a concept that gives off discomfort for all of them even just from a mere thought of it.

"Roger that, we're coming to your position, out"

The Mariner regrouped and make their way downstairs to the ground floor, trying to hastily make their way where the Pansarjægers take responsibility of.

"Oh yeah, for the record, we already finished with our part"

"Goddamnit I thought we were the fastest?"

"Wait Hussars ain't done? Well, how the turn has tabled..."

...

"...Hey, guess what? Mariners done with their job"

"Wait, really?"

"Yep, they beat us there"

"Damn Mariners stealing our first place!"

"Wouldn't happen if you fuckers didn't waste your time checking the bodies like a cat! Now get up there!"

The Kawagrzmotian Hussars weren't exactly happy that the Mariner squad has crossed the finished line before them. They were going up to their final floor when this happened and disappointment was left on their face in response. On the bright side though, the Pansarjæger also haven't finish their job yet as far as they know of, so they will still have to speed up if they want to get the second place.

The Hussars would reach the fifth floor, the last one to complete their task for today. They expect even heavier resistance this time around, so they checked their equipments make sure they're good for this floor. After that, the lead brough out a grenade, pulling its safety clip and then its pin.



(HGM 75 - M75 but green and has a safety clip)

With both measures before the boom part out of the way, it'd only take the spoon to be let go and sent flying out of the grenade for it to be armed before detonation after a few seconds. The Hussars then chucked the grenade into the floor, inmediately turning away to the wall to brace for the explosion.

On the other side, while the Gošbanians take defensive positions in the floor, instead of green men they have been fearing of, they'd see a green oval thrown at them. They have never seen anything like it in their life serving in the ranks, they were certainly confused and curious as to what it could be.

KABOOM

With no time to react, a big portion of the defenders would take the asphalt challenge and any survivors would be disoriented by the explosions with their ears intensively ringing and their visions becomes a tad too blurry to properly grasp their surrounding with the only thing they could see clearly is their muskets in their hands.

When they tried looking around, the Hussars went in guns blazing, putting down many more of their troops to permanent rest. The Kawagrzmotian swept through the formations quickly as it collapsed even faster than setting them up.

As the Hussars advanced through the hallway, they cleared out more swathes of Gošbanian defenders. The attack left the floor with rows of dead bodies laying there, on many of the corners. By now, the defending troops at the center of the castle were now virtually wiped out.

All that's left now is a door, from which presumably lies the war room where strategic decisions were made for the so-called '7-nation-army', which is now more like a '3-nation-company' for the Flash troops.

The squad took positions on the door from both sides. Once settled, the SL gave out the signals, nodding to the point man, prompting him to position himself to in front of the door and then kick the door open, this time not botching the effort to an inward-swinging door. The Kawagrzmotians then immediately flooded the room, swept through corners to find anyone to shoot.

They never fired a shot in there as the Hussars puts down their rifles after having assessed their surround. The only other person here seems to be an officer with a gunshot wound on his chest, directly on his heart, and lying on the ground besides him is a flintlock. To them, it was clear who took his life.

On the table in front of him is a black and white picture of a woman, clearly taken from a camera of sorts. For the kind of countries they're dealing with, the picture itself caught the Hussars off-guard, perhaps a signal that they still have things to learn about in the new world.

"So who do you think this is?"

"Uh... his beloved I guess?"

"We got same guess at each other... what a pity for this guy..."

"Yeah..."

Finding the corpse of the officer would mark the end of the Hussars' objective laid out before their explosive uninvited entrance to the castle.

"Welp... I guess we'll have to send them off with a black tulip... But first..."

...

At the Western side of the castle, second floor, a noble who is one of those trapped inside by the Flash military sits down, placing his back against the wall, trying to hold down a gunshot wound to his abdomen. He then looks up, seeing the enemy soldier in green walking up to him.

"You think you would get away from this?" he retorted "Do you even know who you are fighting? If you kill me right now, the Kingdoms Union of Gestrae will surely not-"

BANG-BANG

Two gunshots rang out, two shells of nine mils dropped to the floor. All that's left now is the lifeless body of the noble.

"Hyvää eroa..."

With the death of the noble and a pistol returned to holster, the second floor is cleared of KUGNE troops stationed here. The next one will be their last floor according to the objective. The soldier holstered his pistol and went back to the rest of the squad.

The Pansarjægers went on record time in terms of clearing out the enemy force, just second only by the Kawagrzmotian Hussars. After consolidating the whole infantry squad, they went up to the third floor, the final one to clear out for these mechanized troops.

As they reached the floor above, they began to blast their way into the hallway just like what they have been doing before. The soldiers of KUGNE could only do nothing but collapse to the ground as the RM08A1's resonated in the hallway and the Flash seemingly tanking muskets' balls... for the most part.

"AGHH! VITTU!"

One of the Jægers wasn't so lucky as they got shot where the armor doesn't cover, in the case of the unfortunate one above, his left arm. The one that shot him would then swiftly gunned down while another one rushed by to cover him.

"We got a man down!"

The soldier settled down on a wall upon clearing the entrance, as one with a red cross on his rucksack, which was only clearly visible up close.

"You alright?"

"I'm good... oiiiiii... fuck..."

"Give me your arm for a bit"

The soldier move his body around to give the man's view of the bleeding right hand, rifle is still slung on his chest pointing at a safe direction. The medic would wrap the tourniquet around the arm and tighten it in order to stop the blood flow and subsequently the bleeding. He then grabbed the field dressing from the hurt soldier from the pouch on his right and then secure it around the wound.

The combat medic tapped the right shoulder of the injured, signaling that he's done in the treatment.

"It'll hurt bad, but you should be fine... Can you still fight?"

"Aye..."

"Right, on your feet now, we can't be held back now"

The medic gave out his right hand, to which the soldier grabbed on to it with the completely fine one and was then lifted up until he was standing. The soldier then un-holsters his pistol once more, rifle still slung to the chest now that his left arm is out of commission.

After that, the whole squad moved up the hallway, shooting at anything that moves... that has a gun that is. The vicious cycle of rifles going off accompanied by a singular pistol following the doors being kicked open continues in the third floor would only continue and worsen much to the plight of the occupiers here.

To the La Ferdinan soldiers, it seem like the Jægers were just simply impervious to the musket while theirs just keep on putting multiple holes on each of their men. And as it stands right now, their black muskets of the 'Flashians' were more suited to tight space than the KUGNE's long, bulky guns further contributing to their ever-worsening nightmare.

Minutes of forceful entry and killing combatants would pass by, and all that's left now is just one room in a terrifying speed for these 18th centuries folks, at least those who have yet to meet the gods themselves. The entirety of the squad would bunch up once more, bracing themselves for the final fight.

The pointman takes a deep breath as the soldier would receive an order, an order to breach. He positioned himself to the door, bracing himself for what's waiting behind the wooden door, and then he went for the kick.

The door busts open with the pointman's rifle aiming at what's in front for a few seconds before he'd put the barrel down to make way for his mate as the squad poured into the room.

"Stand back I say! Or she will get it!" yelled out a blonde-haired noble, holding a cat-eared girl wearing basically nothing at sword point.

It seemed that the jægers have found themselves in a predicament, not knowing what to do by now.

"Ah, so this might be the Flashian Army that I've come to hear about, from the chain of command and soldiers I have come across..."

The silver-haired catgirl is clearly in distress as she is being held by this La Ferdinan noble. Judging by appearance, she looks to be young, a minor at least, and it also seems she got the worst of being part of the pleasure package for the occupiers here.

"Let her go, it's not worth it" demanded the squad leader, weapons still aimed at the noble who was admittedly surprised a bit by his fluent ICL.

"Oh, is that so? I'll tell you something that you might understand" as the noble gets his sword closer to the girl's throat, instilling more fear in her "I would like to leave this place unharmed, or defeat me in a duel, and then I would let her go... what shall it be?"

The SL is still determined, still have his gun up, but inside his head covered by the helmet, there lies a tens of thoughts trying to figure his way out of this dilemma. He could let him go, but justice would have been unserved. He could settle this with a sword, if he knew how to hold one. He could take the shot himself, but what if his bullet finds its way into the cat hybrid instead?

"So what's your choice? Let me go, sword duel, or-"

BANG

"AGHHH!" the noble screamed out as he let go of the cat with no control of his movements after being shot in the knee.

One soldier would quickly run up and get the girl with chained up wrists to safety, the few others would swiftly tackle the noble and pin him down into the ground, the sword then kicked away.

The gunshot caught the squad leader by surprise, with the source being directly on his right, and that source sounded awfully like a pistol. He turned to that direction and sure enough, it was the wounded soldier with a pistol, slide locked back and smoke coming out of the barrel.

"What the hell did you do that for, Private Saari?!" retorted the SL.

"His legs was open..." answered the one with the left arm that seen better days "I took the chance... that's all..."

"Well you could've shot the poor girl for fuck sakes! Don't do that again alright?!"

"...Yes, sir"

The squad leader leaves the room along with others, as one escorts the catgirl and the two drags the blonde-haired La Ferdinan noble out.

"Unhand me you barbarian vomit! For I, Enzo Serre, is one of most prominent noble of Port de Loivre! If you don't you will-"

"Yeah, yeah, keep that to yourself, asshole!"

As the noble keeps rambling nonsensically to the regular soldiers, the squad leader went forward, thinking about what had unfolded in that last room.

'I have to admit... I sort of owe that Annish a bit...'

...

The Varikan soldiers who had evacuated from their initial base is now walking in line with Flash soldiers watching over them. As they took

"...So it's over" mumbled the commander, who had lost all hope seeing the Flash troops right in the HQ fortress.

For him, many of their men and allies fallen for the Kingdoms Union of Gestrae for nothing, there was no glory, nothing worth telling about. The soldiers were only a mere target practice for the Flash troops as opposed to the other way around, the carriages paled in comparison of the steel elephants by a very large margin and wyverns were nothing more than prey for the steel roaring griffins.

The commander sighs as he walked along with his troops who surrendered along with him. As they walked by a block, one decided to look up to the castle one last time.

By this point, the entirety of the castle had fallen to the forces that came to take back what is theirs only. The last pocket of resistance of KUGNE just simply no longer exists on the island of Gevaka, marking the end of KUG occupation of Gevaka. On top of the castle, a red flag of bend pattern bearing the shield of cross in red in one half and the F-shaped stars in the other on the upper hoist is seen flying above the former HQ of KUGNE.



For the Federal Republic, the operation to take back the island of Gevaka, under the jurisdiction of the state of Agevær was a resounding success for the Defense Forces. The operation had went according to plan with military facilities being leveled, an entire massive fleet gone and the island being retaken in a short time.

It all went smoothly... almost...

...

"Terra-4-5, we just got strafed by a friendly F-16, two of us are KIA..."

"CEASE FIRE! WE JUST SHOT AT A TRANSPORTER!"

"Uh... I think we might have dropped a bomb on our boys..."

"One of our trucks just got lit up, THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING MG?!"

"We are getting shellshocked by OUR OWN FUCKING FORCES! STOP FIRING DAMN IT!"

"O-Our transporter is on fire... H-Hornet fired o-on us"

"What are you aiming at Rosomak?! You just give us more casualties here!"

"Fortress-2 to whoever is on that .50, you're shooting at us on the hill!"

"Wait, wait, wait, are we just shooting at each other this whole time?!"

"Geo-33 here, we... might have fired on one of our Pansars by mistake..."

And so on...

Flashia didn't suffer as much as the Kingdoms Union forces did with their excessively high 100 thousands deaths with rest either wounded or turned themselves in. Nevertheless, the statistics for the Defense Forces still came with around 40 killed with additional 81 wounded in action...

...

"That will be 400 kroners"

"...I thought it was 50 last time I've heard?"

"Yeah no, inflation still hits quite hard here, you were looking at figures from months ago"

"Ah..."

A Naeslagt noble on vacation who had arrived by taking an Esterrian-flagged ship would do a quick count before putting down 2 of his 50 banknote and 4 of his 100, of which he got converted from his nuggets of gold at the bank on the counter. The shop owner then gladly receives the bills while the noble would gets the newspaper he wanted.

"Tusen takk, good sir! Come again whenever you like!"

Minvennped, Agevær, 16/7/2017 The Naeslagt official would nod in acknowledgement of the man's words.

"I hope you will have a good day" he remarked before turning away to leave.

"You too!"

Upon exiting the store from the front door, he would take a good look at the front page, landing his eyes on the big headline of 'VICTORY IN GEVAKA' with a high definition picture in colors of what seems to be the country's soldiers on the island's ground.

"...They really did it, huh?" he quietly commented "Against all odds, they actually done it..."

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