River Glen, Province of Kenzinia, Central Kenzland
Base Camp of the 3rd Artillery division
"Glad to have you here, sir." General Gordon greeted the Premier, saluting as the number one person in Kenzland walked into the huge, walled base camp. On the far right side of the wall, more than 40 Raketenwerfer multiple rocket launchers stood by.
"Thanks. Now can I see the new rocket artillery?" The Premier said. General Gordon guided him to the Raketenwerfer's stations. Morath looked pleased.
"State of the art technology, sir." Gordon explained. "It can destroy a heavy tank in a direct hit, and can fire up to more than 6000 meters."
"Wonderful." Morath said, a pleased smile planted on his face. "We shall be sending this division into the battlefield soon enough. Who's the leader here?"
"Division General Aliyy Khoury, sir." Gordon said, pointing to a tall man with a straight, dark hair. "He's right over there."
The Premier nodded. "Alright then. I'll be leaving now. Tell him to ready his troops for combat, we'll send in his division at 300 hours tomorrow morning."
"Right, sir." Gordon replied, saluting the Premier. Morath saluted back, and left the camp, followed by three armed MPs.
Front Lines, Ruskazian Territory
1700 hours
"So," Briggs started in front of the radio crew. "Got anything?"
"No, sir." One of the crews said. "The radio works fine, signal's good. They just haven't contacted- wait."
A crackling sound filled the air as the radio crew fiddled with their only way to communicate with command. "1st Infantry Battalion, report in."
"1st battalion reporting in." The crew's leader said into the radio. He handed the phone to the Lt.Colonel.
"This is Command. You are ordered to advance further into enemy territory. The 4th Panzer division will cover you as soon as possible." The radio crackled.
"Roger that," Briggs said into the radio. "We are moving out. Over and out." He put the phone back in its place and went out to tell everyone to move.
4th Panzer Division
Near the borders between Ruskazia and Kenzinia
"So here's the Ekstrempanzer, eh?" Division General York Bruder, the leader of the 4th Panzer, said. "How many of these are transferred into our division again?"
"Thirty three, sir." A lieutenant said. "Along with their respective crews."
"Fantastic. I can't wait for command to send us in." York said, then someone poked his shoulder. He turned around to see a sergeant shorter than him, saluting and giving a piece of paper.
"Orders from command, sir." The sergeant told him. The two-star general read the message written onto the paper.
"Finally." He said when he finished reading. "Command is sending us in. Lieutenant, tell the others to move out."
"Right, sir." The lieutenant said before walking away.
York went into his Kubelwagen. "Private, we're moving out!" He told the driver, who stepped on the gas pedal on the car a little bit too hard.