title same ,Rewritten

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"Can I have your attention please folks?" a figurehead spoke up, standing up at the center of the square, as the crowds would quiet down "Thank you" as he then clears his throat.

"Reslanian. It's what the people who had lived here used to call during the time of the Republic era. It's what we had in common, allowing us to have unity and brotherhood between each other. Reslania was once a prosperous and independent country, sure, we weren't as rich around that time, but life was good, and everyone was happy.

That is until the Variks and the Ferdies came to this sacred land. They said they came to bring civility to this land, but we all know it was all a lie, so we had fought back. We had put up an admirable resistance, but these Variks and Ferdies were far ahead of us and simply too much to handle, and as a result, the brave fighters had to lay down their arms and kneel to the new rulers of our land.

From that point onward, our people was subject to various kinds of oppression from these monsters. They did not see us as just another humans, but rather a tool for themselves, if not even entertainment. They have our people, using us however they see fit. In fact, the city we're standing on right now is built using our very own blood!

The Reslanis from centuries back, like us, saw that changes must come, that freedom must be returned to its rightful hand. So the Reslanians fought back once more. They fought and fought constantly but to no avail as each of our attempts, were humiliatingly crushed.

All hopes seemed lost at this point, and all of us just accepted that since then. Until the fateful day, when General Luchok Yegorovich was killed by an old man by the name of Ruslan Yurijovych Ishchenko. It wasn't someone that one would expect to do the deed, but it's still a wakeup call nonetheless, that if we can't lose nothing at this point, why bother holding back, AM I RIGHT?"

The crowd shouted in union: "RIGHT!"

The leader then continued his speech.

"That's what got us to here, reclaiming the city as ours. It's all thanks to that, and the most unexpected but perhaps one of the most important factor: We have the support of the Commonwealth of Esterria, marking the first time we ever had support from a nation of Gestrae, a civilized one though disowned from the union.

For this, I, Taras Feodosijovych Lytvynenko, declare our next step: the Free State of Reslania and subsequently, the Reslanian People's Front. This city may have been ours once again, but our work isn't done yet, and it's only the beginning to a national liberation. Thank you"

The crowd cheered on as new hope of liberation was established for the first time in a century. Some shot in the air as celebration, and some just hanging around, at the same time cautious for projectiles to come back raining down upon them.

It's a night to be remembered for a long time, and they do not plan on having it end in vain. Varika may have been pushed back, but not forever, and certainly not for long...

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29/08/1702

South-West Yelovsk, near a town West of Kramovskiy, Reslania La Ferdinan troops would cross into the territory of the Varikan Empire, into Yelovsk in response to the Tsar's personal request for the Gestraen superpower to intervene alongside them.

The La Ferdinan Imperial Army contingent are mounted on self-propelled carriages, formed into a convoy that would make their way to the city where their Eastern ally had been laughably struggling with.

"Could you even believe it?" a soldier standing on top of the vehicle expresses his disbelief while keeping an eye out of the surrounding.

"What?" said another.

"The Variks could not quell something as simple as a revolt in their own territory, not to mention it happened in their regional capital!"

"Hmm... now that you mentioned it, it is really funny how they couldn't deal with them somehow"

"Right? I just don't understand why though..."

The wheels just kept on rolling on the ground, as no one said anything after that until...

"Maybe they were incompetent?"

The other guy would scoff.

"Maybe, Variks aren't exactly smart from my experience..."

"I guess so... with us being here, I suppose that we could actually get this whole thing done-"

KABOOM

The sudden explosion of the foremost leading armored carriage would cut off his speech. The convoys slammed their brakes, the wheels slid slightly before coming to a complete halt.

"What just happened?"

Then, projectiles illuminated as a supersonic beam of light pebbled on their position, cracking the air around them. They were forced to duck down to convoy, but not until many of them was hit by them.

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT-"

But those projectiles would also end up cutting through the armor of their self-propelled carriages like a hot knife through butter much to their horror, gruesomely killing everyone in the carriage.

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1 day ago Night of 28/08/1702 Greater Jefermai, La Ferdina The Varikan Tsar along with those accompanying him today arrives in the palace of Greater Jefermai, where Empress Bethune resides.

The visit was a last-second decision, the Tsar wanted to deal with it alone for reasons. But as the situation of South-West Yelovsk only gets worse now that Kramovskiy and the surrounding area was taken by the rebels calling themselves the Reslanian People's Front, he had no choice but to ask his La Ferdinan counterparts for help. And who else to ask than the Empress of La Ferdina herself?

The Tsar along with his party would walk past the lines of guards who are on both sides of the path, turning their heads towards them as they took a step further. The gate then opens up for them as they approached closer to the palace, before officially stepping in.

From the place they stepped into, the Empress was already there for them, with her own group of officials there.

"Tsar Kovalev of the Varikan Empire" said Bethune "We've been waiting for you"

"Likewise" replied the Tsar.

Now that they're both here, La Ferdina is now ready to talk with the Varikan Empire.

"Let us skip over to the main reasons why are you here shall we?" said the Empress.

Kovalev nodded, before then continuing.

"In one of our vassals bordering La Ferdina and Esterria, there is a revolt going on... well admittedly more than a revolt. So we are here to ask for your assistance"

"And why should we? It's just a revolt isn't it?" said one of the La Ferdinan official.

"Did you not hear what the Tsar said?" said one of the Kovalev's group "It's admittedly more than just a revolt!"

"And how bad is it?"

"The regional capital Yelovsk and the surrounding area had been taken by these rebels, we risk losing Yelovsk here!"

"So? It's not a big problem we would care about-"

"Jean, that's enough" spoke out the Empress, scaring the official in the process "They're right to ask us for help at this point, if Yelovsk is lost, then there will be more that could be worse"

Jean just shut his mouth at this point and time.

"As for you Variks, I think I can immediately arrange for moving troops to assist"

The Tsar smiled upon hearing those words from the Empress. Truthfully he had already knew she would be sending troops to help out, after all, the Empire of La Ferdina took their fair share of former Reslania

"Thank you very much your majesty"

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Back to present

"BACKBLAST CLEAR!"

"CLEAR!... AND AWAY!"

BOOM

A round is fired through the barrel of a 90mm recoilless rifle. With a warhead designed to punch through armor, the oversized bullet would find its mark at the last carriage of the convoy, ending it with a big explosion.



Yet another convoy is now trapped as rifles and machine guns continued to fire upon the confused La Ferdinan troops.

Click

"Блять..." swore one of the Reslanian fighter before he pulls the charging handle and back, now being able to fire his machine gun on a bipod position again.

Click

Handle is yanked again.



"Aligning the belts are so hard on this thing..." he mumbled to himself while firing in bursts.

He wasn't alone with the recoilless rifle team, in fact the whole squad is here, providing additional fire with the MG, either with a rifle like the M70, or even a submachine gun, in this case the so-called Gladahyulish K



It's a cheap, simple, but extremely reliable weapon that used to be standard SMG of Flashia alongside MPM55 until their eventual retirement in 1986, though they did make a return when the Cold War went hot and the subsequent conflicts. Its story was far from over however, as the weapon was used by the Esterrian Royal Army during the battle of Vosselberg and Pannerden in the bygone Havenklein War.

And now, it's in the hands of the Reslanian People's Front, doing the dirty work like it used to do... Did we forget something?

BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG

Oh right, they also got the .50 CAL up and running on captured carriages. These HMG shot down a lot of wyverns and could slice through whatever armor these Imperialists were having. The Ferdies would eventually shoot back but because their guns are smoothbore, it probably nailed someone's dog instead.

In general, the La Ferdinan troops are basically sitting ducks as tracers fly around their location, and bodies are only piling up with time passing by a second.

THUMP

And someone downed a wyvern.

"By the gods, could you shoot them only when they're further away from us?"

...

"We are being attacked by unknown enemies! They possess weaponry of light projectiles, we need help-"

A chilling last message were sent from the contingents of the combined wyvern corps that got easily brought down against all odds. Coupled with ambushes and even roadside bombs, morale would only be going down with seemingly no possibility for it to go up.

The roads to Kramovskiy, once open to the joint La Ferdinan and Varikan forces became a meat grinder and a nightmare. In fact, some considered its openness is only a facade waiting for them to come and be hunted down.

Such panic would run through a headquarter North of the former regional capital, operated by both the Varikan Tsar Army and the La Ferdinan Imperial Army. Commanders ran back and forth trying to figure out a solution for what they are facing now.

One of the La Ferdinans sighed, before he would then return to business.

"New plan" he said to the other officers "Due to our massive losses, we would need to wait for more troops to come in while at the same time we lay a siege"

"And how would we do that?" asked one Varikan.

"It's simple, we block off all routes of supply to the region, including the use of warships and magic cannons"

A short moment of chatter ensues between the other commanders, discussing how it would work out before reaching an agreement.

"Anyone on board with this idea?" said the OTHER La Ferdinan officer, to which 5 of "Aye" rang out, with everyone agreeing to this new strategy.

"Very well then, if no one has any objection, we will continue with this-"

And suddenly.

BOOM... BOOM... BOOM

3 explosions only a second away from each other was heard in the room, forcing everyone to duck down to the ground

"What was that?!"

A soldier would barge in, with a sense of urgency in his breath, panting before finally shouting:

"WE'RE UNDER ATTACK!"

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The carriage of iron stops at a field just 200 spheras (100m) from the outpost of joint La Ferdinan and Varikan forces. The first one slam his body to the rear hatch, falling into the ground in the process as he rolled himself to prone position before then immediately standing up while laughed at by some.

Admittedly, it was really quick while the other fighters carefully jump off the vehicle with him already having his rifle out. The carriage upon having everyone getting the hell out did a turn back, leaving the squad behind.

"COME ON LET'S GO!" he shouted to his fellow rebels "DON'T WASTE OUR MORTAR'S AMMO!"

In the midst of the attack beginning to take form, the firing of the mortar could be heard at a distance as it rained shells at the enemy base.

The Reslanians moved with the handguard of their rifles in the cusp dominant hand or with the dominant hand on the pistol grip, pointing up into the skies, the latter being predominantly used by Flash volunteers with their less than conventional grip.

With a mixture of captured arms of Hatemea and a relic, yet a goodie of the past, they quickly make grounds while the enemies are still trying to fully grasp their situation.

The team ran up to the base using surrounding foliage to their advantage for about 50m before stopping to get their weapons downrange. The riflemen fired the first shots at the guards outside, next was the machine gunner aiming for the towers.

It's a slow and low capacity MG, but it is still an MG nonetheless and it still provided the necessary firepower to make sure that the Imperialist won't even peek out their tower for a second. It's also relatively light with another plus being dirt can't get snagged into the gun as the RPF shoots at a position low to the ground.

A whole load of bodies would be on the ground within 30 seconds, and there is still no sight of the enemy popping their head up. Seeing an opportunity, the Reslanians moved up, while the MG stayed behind.

It was here that these ragtag team of RPF fighters were joined by another one, as they began assaulting the headquarter of the invaders that came to their land. The lead would reach to his radio.

"Mortars, cease fire, we're going in"

The RPF teams then waited for the mortars to gradually but eventually stop lobbing shells. They then began shooting down any Varikan or La Ferdinan soldier upon entering the base itself, including the ones on the towers.

Their weapons may be shorter and of smaller caliber than what the Imperialists had, but they were vastly more accurate with a lot of firepower packing behind the trigger. As such, muskets did not stand a chance, as even if they somehow manage to fire back, they would only get 3 holes into their body at least.







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La Ferdinan and Varikan troops held a quickly made improvised position, using whatever they could find and throw them in to make something that at least resembles a defensive position, and that includes the old-fashioned tables. Muskets were set up in lines, and a few cannons is at the back, just in front of the main building.

They waited and waited, while an abnormally large amount of gunshots screams out around the HQ. Many were shaking for their lives as the RPF had apparently gotten an upper hand in this surprise attack, and they're afraid with how disorganized it has been going, they won't be holding up.

Nonetheless, it's too late for them to turn back now, as much as they don't want to admit it.

They spot a Reslanian fighter, and the already charged up cannons would fire at them, hitting the ground with a rather impressive explosion that kicked up some dusts from the ground. Shots were then fired at them in response, taking out some before the musketeer opened fire in unison.

The metal balls littered around the dusts, but did not stop an entire platoon-worth of bullets coming at them, gradually taking notice of the increasingly scarce power as the body counts on their side kept going up. And then, one of the cannon suddenly blew up out of nowhere.

That was it, they completely lost it. The La Ferdinan and Varikan troops began to run like hell away, some were gunned down, some managed to keep their heads low and live for another day, from the doomed base.

It wasn't the only position that fell, as the surrounding position had the similar situation. Muskets not having any hope of making any meaningful progress, and at least one cannon being blown up.

...

"ROMAN! OREST!" shouted out the team leader as the dust starts to clear up "HOW ARE ALL OF YOU DOING?!"

"THEY GOT ROMAN GOOD!" shouted back the voice of what seemed to be Orest's "HE NEEDS ATTENTION IMMEDIATELY!"

"Fuck..."

The Reslanian People's Front contingent to the North had made significant progress here, but the newfound progress didn't come without a tradeoff. The team leader ran up to the two, Roman and Orest, the former clinging to his life as a bullet struck him.

"Come on, stay with us..." he then turns to the others, shouting "Anyone of medical specialization?!"

"Yeah!" one of them, who is a foreign volunteer from Flashia approached to them "What's up?"

"Roman's hit on the chest, c-can you do something about it?"

"Give me a bit..." the volunteer kneeled down to the wounded man. Roman was lucky to be alive, the ball of the musket would've killed him in one go. The same could not be said for the other squads that attacked with them, as some had at least one dead.

"AIGH!"

"Easy! Easy!"

"...I need to send a word for evacuation..." the leader mumbled "Does anyone have a pigeon or anything to call back?"

...

"...Waldo's reporting in, I see fighting in the coastal town South-West of Kramovskiy, Reslanian locals there seems to be fighting the garrisons there"

"Copy Waldo, anything else?"

"Looks like reinforcements coming in from the West, uh... and the RPF arriving from the North-East"

"Could you tell me the name of that town?"

"Hold on let me check the map real quick... uh... it's Lyudze if I'm getting this right"

"Copy, continue on surveillance of that town"

"Rog'"

The pickup trucks braked, making short screech sound respectively before fully stopping. RPF fighters on the bed stood up and jumps off the vehicle while at the same time the doors swing open allowing more inside to exit quickly.

One of them, a former Vassal Army soldier still wearing his uniform just with red cloth on his arms disengage the safety as he got out. It's only slightly shorter than the old musket and frankly not that good compared to what the rest of his fellow fighters have.

But it is undeniably miles better than the bulkier musket that was previously given to him.

"Come on! Don't let them wait longer!" shouted one of the fighters as they rushed forward, with the same guy checking his chamber before sending the bolt back again. A captured carriage, painted with a white Reslanian cross on its side and turned into a party (battle) bus would go on ahead of the infantry.

He just kept on running to the front, and just before he got to the town outskirts, rapid gunshots presumably from the carriage in the middle of muskets fire. The veteran and his team would eventually make it to the line, but not before repeaters had made an unseen appearance in the form of their bullets booming out there.

The locals immediately takes multiple casualties as a result while the newly arrived RPF forces try to locate the opposing infantrymen with repeaters who, as it stands, are by far the biggest threat to this rebel group...

Besides the wyverns, of course.

A repeater was fired again, and a flash revealed the shooter's location to the bolt-action wielding fighter. In turn, the Vassal Army defector would then proceeds to rest his rifle to a piece of cover, have his irons centered on sight and aimed for where it had come from.

With a pull of a trigger, the gun recoils back to his shoulders, blood splattered out the building where the repeater was, presumably dead by now. He then chambers a new round and get his irons on another repeater before again firing. He missed by a few inch at least this time around.

"Shit..."

And it was until then the guy would come under fire by muskets, forcing him to quicklytake cover. When all the bullets went by however, he stood up again, working the bolt before firing and repeat until he can't push the bolt into battery no more.

This is a telling sign that the rifle had ran dry. He pops back down to cover, reach his arm around to get a clip, and it was at this point that the party bus is in his eyes again. The carriage rushed down the road, hastily move past the soldier.

"Oh dear..." he pulled out a clip out of his pouch, inserting the metal to a hollow space that just fits the profile, then pushed all the cartridges into the weapon from above.

He'd flicks the clip out and forcefully push the bolt back into battery, all while knowing what was going to happen.

...

The Repeater mixed in with the regulars marched along with their carriages accompanying them in this fight of control for the town. Not wanting another Kramovskiy fiasco, the repeaters were quickly mobilized along with some wyverns to the town.

The battle is as intense as anyone could tell by the abnormally massive amount of sounds of gunfire in the background. As they marched line by line with the convoy, a carriage showed up right in front of them. It is no doubt that it's the Reslanian judging by the white cross as it rushed to them. What is strange though is that it's a loner against the entire convoy

'What are these rebels doing? Are they crazy?'

The repeaters on the ground and on the carriage wasted no time to shoulder their rifles, aiming at the enemy vehicle. They just need a little centering their sight... which they never did.

"WHAT IS-"

The light suddenly came at 3 different directions, all of which had the Varikan soldiers there. Resounding cracks would throw them off-target, if they were alive that is. In a quick succession, the entire line was killed with blood and limbs splattering everywhere and the carriage stood no chance to whatever that was.

It was too quick for even a thought to come out.

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The La Ferdinan wyvern corps is getting nearer and nearer to their destination: Lyudze. It's a small town that the Varikan troops there needs help, and what does a soldier need more than a good old-fashioned air support?

"Come on boys, if we don't fly quick enough we'll lose another one" said the leader for this group of wyvern riders over the manacomm.

"We know that, captain" said one of the members "We're just focusing on flying right now"

"Good then"

The wings of the wyverns flapping would take over after that, still getting near to the town.

"Hey, sir, have you heard of what happened to North of Kramov?"

"Is that where an outpost is if I'm remembering it correctly? What about it?"

"I've heard somewhere it fell into the hands of the Reslanian rebels"

"That's impossible, the defense there is really strong, I don't believe that those undisciplined imbeciles could even have a chance at taking it"

"Fine then, just checking if my source is true, sir"

"You better re-evaluate where you get your news then"

"You do not have to tell me, captain..."

Just then he hears an obnoxious loud buzzing sound coming towards them from the left. That buzzing noise is getting louder and louder, and it became hard for the La Ferdinans to really focus, forcing them to look at where it came from.

2 unknown profile of mysterious dragons came to them, and before anyone knows anything, they opened fire on the wyvern corps. Immediately 4 wyverns were shot dead by mysterious small linear fire projectiles, as others would scramble from each other.

"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!?"

"It just shot 4 of us down with no effort!"

The 2 mysterious objects fly past, they then split from the formation in two different direction while coming back for another run.

"THEY'RE COMING BACK FOR US!"

"Oh NO NO NO NO NO!" as the rider attempted evasive maneuver to avoid getting hit. The two silver with yellow nose dragons have now turned their noses towards the La Ferdinan wyvern squadron. All of them by this time had already engaged in evasive maneuver, but all was then in vain as the object was extremely maneuverable with a deadly armament.

Thus, he was inevitably sent to a fall when his wyvern was hit and killed by the iron buzzing dragons.

'What are those dragons? Are those the emissaries of a God?!'

In his last moment, he was able to get a glimpse of the dragons that shot down all of them. Small and agile, it has a spinning blade on its front, and a roundel of sky blue, white and a big red on its sides.

'No... it can't be!'





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"They're going down!"

The experienced Esterrian Wyvern Corps, and Royal Army in general is now directly involved in the war in Reslania, but the thing is contrary to their name, they're not flying wyverns this time around.

"Man I love this plane!"

"Same thing here, they just hit harder than what our normal wyverns would've done"

"I felt that too!"

A laughter was cracked from the pilot's cockpit, having achieved their objective in what is perhaps a record time for the Wyvern Corps.

The aircrafts they're flying are old refurbished model from Flashia. Known as the Luftforsvarer 300, it's a variant with a different engine of the original Mustang. Obsolete to Flashia, game changer to Esterria.

There's only two of them in Esterrian service though, as refurbishment and training do takes time to get NOT wrong, so they're basically sending the entire fleet for one mission. Nonetheless, the risk is definitely worth it for them.

"We're done here now, let's just get back shall we?"

And with that, the new iron dragons turn back to where they had come from, disappearing into the horizon towards Esterria.

...

Hearing is off the table at this point, but the results were definitely worth it. The 'Verchirka' with its crew had managed to destroy a lot of carriages and killed a hundred of soldiers with its 4 machine guns, 1 HMG and the rest GPMGs, a distinctive feature of this carriage captured from the Tsar Army.

Another distinctive trait of the Verchirka is that it always rush into crowds of troops and open fire with all three. Is it risky? Yes. Does it guarantee a lot of casualties on the enemy? Also yes.

"Round three guys! Here we go-"

And there goes the sound of 4 machine guns firing around the same time, claiming more of its victims in an instant. In shock and terror, the Varikans and La Ferdinans had nothing to counter the carriage coming directly at them with bullets seemingly from pretty much everywhere.

Even if they do, it's likely that they won't be able to even get a close shot at the Reslanian crew as every cracks they hear if they're not dead would make them flinch heavily, a reflex that can't be overcome by even the strongest and the most battle-hardened.

It's perhaps the fear of getting hit by something extremely fast and almost impossible to see, especially at such large volune that became inherent of the carriage. If the Verchirka could use automatic fire to quickly slaughter and make them fear for their lives, might as well crank it up to 4 times, although the .50 CAL technically makes it more than that.

"WOOOO!" excitedly cried a Reslanian fighter of the party bus after there was nothing left to shoot anymore while the excitement from letting the MGs loose still running through them "THAT WAS A GODDAMN EXPERIENCE!"

The Verchirka turns right from a T-shaped section, before slowing down for another group of Reslanian People's Front squad as they ran towards the West of the city. Their presence here already signals that the RPF has already taken much of the town from Varikan control.

...

"Hey is that the Verchirka?" said a Reslani holding onto his M70.

"Yep, it indeed is" said another one with a semi-automatic rifle, an old one at that but new to the Reslanians today.



It's another of those Gladahyulan old goodies. Once the standard rifle of the Forsvaret as RM41, it would find itself to another hand, fighting another war. The only gripe that the RPF has with this rifle is that it's heavier than the M70 and uses a completely different ammo, adding to more of logistical nightmare.

"Don't wonder around it for long, the fight is still on!" said the leader holding the Gladahyulish K as he and the squad runs towards the ever-changing front. And that front is now at the Western outskirt of Lyudze.

They would find themselves into a building, finding the stairs then climbing up to the third floor. The RPF squad then get to the room where they have clear view of the other side, with platoons of La Ferdinan troops and carriages being placed sproadically with some vehicles being used to block of the roads.

"Should we rain down hell at them?" as one member sets up his machine gun on the window sill.

"No, we need to hit them hard first" the leader would put it on hold "Something like... a catastrophic explosion of their steel carriage"

"You heard him Bohdan!" shouted a rifleman of the squad.

"I know I know" as he walks to the window while loading a grenade to the barrel of his unloaded RM58 "Which one do I shoot?" while also loading a blank cartridge to the chamber of his battle rifle.

"Any one will do, just do at least a bit of damage".

"Got it" as the grenadier takes then takes aim with the grenade sight unfolded, selecting a target-

THUMP

Well, he already did anyways, apparently...

"And... now!"

...

KABOOM

A carriage full of ammo was suddenly hit, setting off a big explosion that sends pieces everywhere, injuring many of the La Ferdinan troops in the process.

"WHAT THE-"

Unable to recover from this shock in time, the cracks of the air were heard again before immediately, the first man were killed followed by a report of a gunshot. And shortly after that, a flood of it followed with projectiles of light appearing.

While others run for cover, a lot of soldiers were brought down in a short succession. From groups after groups, they stood no chance against whatever it is as it turns into a massacre.

"THEY'RE IN THAT HOUSE!" as one soldier pointed out a building lit up by bright yellow flashes as the light is still coming to them from this alone. But by now, it was too late as the bulk of the RPF converges into their position.

A short, hopeless battle would end with the whole unit being surrounded and subsequently wiped out by the Reslanian rebels with guns and bottles, lead and fire, leaving a few live to tell the tales at the end.

...

"We're done here now! Let's move on!" shouted the leader as he ran out of the room with the grenadier and machine gunner.

"Wait for me I'm still reloading!" as the guy was still in the process of getting the stripper clip out onto the RM41 before pushing the rounds down into the magazine "Damn it" as he would later run out of the room, clip still on the rifle to catch up with the rest.

"HEY, WAIT FOR ME FOR FUCK SAKES!"

...

A completely charred carriage is partially covered in a iceberg, one that is quickly melting with the heat going on.

"You just had to bring those bottles with you didn't you?" retorted a mage amongst the Reslanis to one other specific fighter.

"What? It worked good back in Kramovskiy, no?"

"Yes, yes... until I had to put out the damn fires! By the gods, I told you all to not bring those vodka bottles again!"

The mage walked away as he groaned in frustation, leaving the others having concerned faces on them.

"Please understand for him" their leader chimed in the middle of it "The man had it rough trying to extinguish the fires for hours throughbthe night"

They could only nod.

"Now let us not speak about this anymore and move on, shall we?"

...

"This is so surreal dude..."

A squad of volunteers slowly moves in a spread out column on a field outside of Lyudze.

"...We're fighting a fantasy war, an actual fantasy battle, yet we bring with us modern warfare and all that stuff"

"Quite an impression huh?"

"If you tell me about a year ago that this was in a video game or a book, it would have been strange... but believable. If you told me this was happening for real, I would have fuckin' sent your ass into an asylum or something"

"I feel that too, brother"

Having dropped off from their trucks, the armed foreigners would make their way to perform their task of flanking the enemy from their side, deep into their line and also cutting the forces off from the others along the way if possible.

"By the way, when will we get there?"

"Soon, be patient, we're close"

They continued to march on the grassfield while the fighting remains intense inside the city judging from the immense volume of gunshot sounds alone. In the distance, a road to Lyudze eventually emerges from the field into their eyes, and with a gesture, the column broke into a line, again spread out.

"Give me a rocket"

"In a bit"

The volunteers crouched down and laid prone while they watched the road with trucks that resembles literal steel boxes welded together that was given a set of wheels moving together with the rank-and-files on foot to the town outskirt.

"Shall we hit the first one?"

"On my signal"

The M2 machine gun they brought along would be quickly set up on its tripod while a PG-7 was already loaded onto the front of the tube. As the convoy gradually but surely inched closer, it's only a matter of time...

"Now!"

"Clear!"

Until the fight truly begins.

"Back is clear!"

"Shot is coming!"

"SHOT IS COMIIINNG!"

"Away!"

BANG-FWOOSH

The green pointy grenade would slam itself directly into the front where the engine compartment is, setting off an explosion that is enough to send a turret of a tank into outer space. The HMG followed up with a long burst of anti-materiel rounds that would add more devastation to the approaching motorized musketeers, punching holes bigger than what anyone in Gestrae had seen, and also chopping off limbs from the poor souls.

The other vehicle would move in to respond accordingly, but they too came under fire from the same .50, and not even a second in, the heart that granted it the ability to move on its own exploded.

The road is now blocked by their own wrecks.

"Now's our chance! Let's move!"

While the support team with the HMG stays behind to keep them occupied, the other began to go around, aiming to hit them where it really hurts.

...

"We cannot move forward! We are completely blocked!"

The La Ferdinan reinforcement had botched their chance at advancing and getting back at their ambushers now that 2 carcasses of their armored pride lie there, burning on both sides of the road.

"Can we get wyverns on them?"

"Negative, the last formation got wiped out by something, and command isn't risking another squadron for it!"

"My question is what could have caused that?! Muskets can't even reach that far into the skies!"

The Imperial Army is at a deadlock, held up by a mysterious weapon that churns out too many bullets to count with a intimidatingly low and strong sound.

"Our Commander has spoken! We are to cancel our operation and turn back to base immediately!"

"We're retreating?"

"Tis too early!"

"Tis too much!"

The La Ferdinan convoy would frantically attempt in their power to pull out, carriages turning around without any sort of order while the infantry formed ranks to cover their vehicles.

A bit chaotic, but with the thing that shredded their second carriage not having any shot and only continued to shoot at the vehicles' carcass to merely deny access, it had gone swellingly so far-

KABOOM

Scratch my last...

"WHAT WAS THAT?"

What just happened is that the carriage at the far rear had been struck by something that immediately ended it there in a fiery explosion. It was in the process of getting on the road back home, taking up both sides of the road, effectively boxing in the convoy.

CRACK-CRACK-CRACK...

Bullets would then also to hit their position right on their side at such rate and volume that they didn't had time to react before an entire platoon succumbed to the unseen threat.

Carriages continued to frantically turn to different directions from each other while a few corpses hang around on top of the roof.

KABOOM

Goes another self-propelled steel box, leaving 2 left to try getting out. One would run off the road only to flip over on its side while the other could only then stay helplessly idle.

The cracks and the bangs slowly fade away. If anyone could see anything out there, gunmen in attire of different colors and relatively strange gear emerging from the position and gradually advances on what was left of the convoy.

A few smaller carriages with smoothened out design with lights integrated into the edges and vents and most importantly some kind of compartment to quickly throw stuff in for transport at the back would pull up on the field to its left where the carriage had flipped over in the distance.

"Check for any survivors and take them in"

...

Kramovskiy, Reslania Taras was lead into the Provisional Reslanian Governmental Building by a group of RPF fighters. Despite their capital having been secured from day 1, dangers may potentially still lurks within the city.

"Anyone see anything strange?"

"No... nothing on my end"

"I don't see anything either"

Snipers, of whom mainly are from Flashia, were deployed in proximity of the building as surveillance during this uncertain period. Even if this 'revolt', if one could call it that, was extremely successful, at least a little caution is still better than none and there's no such thing as being too careful.

Taras would then make his way to the meeting room, where others may be waiting for him to come as a meeting was scheduled there in the night of day 2 of the revolution they and their people had started. The door was opened and the important figures of the new Framework for Reslanian Independence as the political group calls themselves are already there.

"Sorry for being late comrades, now I'm here" began the leading figure of the Reslanian People's Front "Let us get straight into it, shall we?"

With the presence of the leader, the meeting could begin with all of them taking their respective seat in a frankly messy room.

"To start off, we need ourselves to be updated with current events. Yehor, I will leave you with that"

"Of course" said the field commander of the RPF, Yehor Bozhko "We have gained significant amount of territory in the North and South-Western area relative to where we're standing now. This is all thanks to influx of Esterrian and Flash foreign volunteers and support with arms and trucks, or at least what they call it. Additionally, the Esterrian Wyvern Corps directly helped us in fighting the Imperalist troops, mostly for air superiority"

The leading figure nodded, before turning his head towards his other subordinates.

"You all have heard what Bozhko said, so I'll leave you to discussion as to what to do next"

And then almost instantly, one of them spoke up after Taras' words were out.

"With all due respect, I think we should move our troops to the South and West, and another thing that I feel is important to discuss is whether the Esterrians be willing to send troops, not just the wyverns"

"It would be good for us to get the Esterrians directly involved that's for sure" said another of the Reslanian 'officials' "However, it is equally as important to not in anyway try to drag them into war too much, doing so could leave undesirable consequences for us"

"I... could not argue against that, you make a good point"

"Very well then, I guess we might have to continue without ground support..." spoke Taras again "But they do have large troops concentration, so I might have to consult the Esterrians about possible involvement if possible..."

After that it was then switched to another discussion, not a military one by the way.

"So, how about the economy?"

The room fell awkwardly silent over the mere mention of economy, and Taras had immediately picked it up.

"Of course... it's in bad shape... Oh well, we will figure it out later"

The day-old country, which was subjugated for centuries, didn't get a good start as one could expect. Sure, it was widely successful in its campaign against joint La Ferdinan and Varikan forces, but things aren't that well in terms of economics.

The Free State of Reslania is heavily dependent on Esterrian and Flash aids, and many, even including Taras wished it wasn't the case. Alas, if it wasn't for them, no one knows how they would have ended up, plus what choice do they even have? While fight out there still rings out from the South-Western and Northern side, the newborn government is filled to the brim of works to do outside of fighting.

...

"You know, I'm surprised that they work that fast, like it's only a day in and they already went for another town"

"That's really what you get for pitting 20th-21st century to 18th, it's not even a match anymore"

"Yep..."

...



A sniper of Gevaka jumpscare

Also an addendum: The Ksp 58 that appeared in the previous chapter is also used in conjunction with the MGM62 (MG3) as MGM58, mostly with Gladahjulish units and Pansarjæger (mechanized infantry)