(TMF ONLY) The Fourth Weltkrieg.

[New Hunteria]

Baden-Wurtemburg
It had been rumored that the SPians were planning on taking Baden-Wurtemburg. Many had thought these rumors to be insane. Baden and Wurtemburg have been part of Hunteria for hundreds of years. Once Spian military forces entered the region they would be met with fierce resistance from the Hunterian 'Werwolf' Divisions stationed in the area. Partisan groups flock to the area to stop the foreign incursion. Hunteria's ancestral land will not be taken easily.

Hunterian WerWolf Resistance Fighters secure an area.

[SP Rebellion]

Westminster, SPian Isles

At 3:50 in the morning, Prime Minister Winston Blackbushe is awaken at his residence at 10 Downing Street by a call on his personal emergency line. It was the Minister of Defence, Sir Ian Johnson, requesting his presence at the Ministry of Defence. Against his will, the Prime Minister gets out of bed and heads downstairs to make a cup of coffee.

Quickly putting on one of his suits, he heads outside. Too lazy to call his personal driver at this hour of the morning, the PM hops behind the wheel of his Rolls-Royce Phantom, and with two escort vehicles, one in front and one behind, sets off for the MoD.

The roads were empty. Despite being the capital, Westminster never really had much of a nightlife. About ten minutes later, the PM arrives and heads into the MoD. He greets the Minister of Defence.

"Good Morning." the Prime Minister would say, finishing off his coffee.

Minister of Defence Ian Johnson would look super drowsy, as he had been up the whole night monitoring the situation in Baden-Württemberg.

"Good morning, Prime Minister. Sorry for bothering you at this hour of the morning. Sadly, all is not well in Baden-Württemberg. Hunteria, despite having vast swaths of it occupied by Florence, seems to be regaining power as a nation, under their defacto ruler, so called 'Viktoria I'.

The Minister would pass an intelligence report to the Prime Minister.

"Viktoria I is a die hard Hunterian nationalist. Bloody hell, we could even say she is slowly transforming what ever remains of Hunteria into a national socialist state. How does this affect us? Well, the so called 'Werewolf' squadrons, essentially armed Hunterian ultra-Nationalists, will without a doubt be challenging our occupation of the area."

The Prime Minister would sigh.

"What the fuck have we created." the Prime Minister would say, not really caring much about his choice of words.

"Minister, I hereby authorize you to take any actions necessary to contain Hunterian resistance. Be creative, I insist."

"Yes Prime Minister, I have a thing or two in mind. Anyways, I kindly ask you stay and monitor the situation with us, our actions in these next few hours could very well have drastic impacts on our occupation of Baden-Württemberg."

Zürich, SPian Switzerland (Temporary HQ of the SPian 3rd Army)

General Jake Chambers, in charge of the 3rd Army would let out a loud laugh as an aide reads him orders sent from Westminster. This man was hands down the most brutal person in the Royal Armed Forces, feared by the entire army. No one would dare to speak up or challenge his authority ever, as the consequences would be extreme. Despite this, he is arguably the most respected General, especially due to the Stratocratic Government constantly referring to him as an idol, and trying to get everyone else in the forces to follow in his path.

The elite 3rd Army is heavily decorated, and the troops are renowned as SP's best. The title was given to them because of their performance in the heavy street fighting and guerilla warfare that was the battle of Paris. New recruits to the 3rd Army, despite already being seasoned veterans of the SPian Armed Forces, are given heavy training in the areas of street fighting and guerrilla warfare. Basically, the 3rd Army is the SPMC's first choice for taking cities from the enemy, and suppressing partisan forces over a moderate distance.

"Eh, those fokin gerries never know when to surrender do they? You know what, let's give them what they deserve. As we move on through Hunteria, anybody suspected of being a Werewolf member is to be arrested. Werewolf members will be sent to the working prisons in Africa, or just shot on site. Use standard tactics for identifying resistance members, as the academy taught. But be careful to do the executions away from the public eye, and for the love of god no innocents. In fact, bribe the locals with food, medicine, and other aid packets. Show them that we will treat the citizens good, but if they even try to rebel, that they will be crushed just like the old Hunterian Government." the General would say, as the aide would finish writing and head to send the order to his commanders down the chain of command.

Southern Baden-Württemberg

SPian troops are issued a fire at will command, but instructed to think before pulling the trigger, unless their life was in danger. SP wanted as little collateral damage as possible to shift locals onto SP's side.

A message is broadcasted across all civilian frequencies in Baden-Württemberg, informing them of SP's occupation and asking members of the Werewolf squadrons to peacefully stand down, in exchange for their life and eventual release post-occupation, and of course informed of the consequences of failing to comply.

[The Florence Union]

Following the 42nd Marines occupation of Rotterdam a reshuffling of troops from Quebec and Greenland would occur. Those territories having since been handed back over to the Technocracy and thus freeing up a large amount of Union troops. With the large and busy port of Rotterdam in Union Marine hands the transfer of troops, tanks, and equipment from the Atlantic may be completed at a much quicker pace. The Union occupation of Hunteria before Rotterdam had to be supplied directly through Gallia and while both Paris and Denver shared friendly relations the transportation of war making material through their country was the cause for much friction. Therefor Rotterdam was a very valuable prize for Florence.

The influx of Florencian soldiers into Western Europe and the incoming divisions expected to arrive daily would need a new command. Florencian Forces Gallia would no longer cut it; this was clear from the presence of Union formations from Oslo to the Saarland. Thus the Western European Front was created and under it two more formations were created. Florencian Forces Gallia would be renamed the Florencian Army of the Rhine (FAOR) and be charged with occupational duties in the West of the Hunterian core. Whereas the entirely new Florencian Army of the North Sea (FOANS) would involve the Low Countries, occupied Norway and soon Denmark.

The Army of the Rhine would already be at it's authorized strength at around 77,000 soldiers spread out between four divisions. Incoming Union troops and supplies would therefore be earmarked for the Army of the North Sea to bring it up to a similar strength. Already elements of the 6th Marine Division from Greenland were landing in Copenhagen with the rest of the division already at sea and on their way.

Overall Stavka High Command had authorized for troop counts in occupied Hunteria to exceed 160,000 soldiers. Normally such a large troop deployment would put a dent in the forces guarding the Motherland. However all of these soldiers are either already in country or being reshuffled from other occupied zones.

[NKVD Union]

Ukraine, Occupied UCR
22 June

Victory in the Northern assault by the NKVD Union

The 1st and 2nd Corp of Army Group West has successfully penetrated the heartlands of Ukraine as infantry as well as mechanized cores rolled into and past Kiev with relative ease. The northern flanks have been left unprotected by the Confederates and the city of KIev was taken without a single shot, It was here that a strategic city has been captured as all roads in Ukraine lead to the city and the seizure of the city meant an easier task for the Soviets in organizing another offensive westwards.

However the situation in the southern offensive seemed a little more dire. There was no room for celebration as the war has yet to conclude and concerning reports were made about the situation in the south. General Pavlov, Overseer of the UCR front has been tasked with defending KIev in the mean time. They are to dig in and build defenses as a counter attack by the confederates is expected.

It was also in this advance did teams of NKVD Scientists as well as officers of the Stavka High Command observe the devastating effects of nuclear warfare and its impact on the environment. Scores of trees were burnt down and radiations levels were high with massive human impact. A nearby water body linking its way to the city of KIev and into the Black Sea is exposed to radiation and concerns were high as to the human populations in the UCR and abroad. Nonetheless, investigations as well as research is conducted to uncover more details.

Retreat of the 3rd Corp of Army Group West

The 3rd Corp of Army Group West led by Lieutenant General Yakov hasn't seen much success however, a counter attack occurred in massive numbers and the southern offensive turned into a desperate war for reinforcements and relief. It was here that the Soviet military technology was outperformed as columns of T-55 and T-72 tanks were destroyed by the UCR. While the Soviets had the numerical advantage, the Confederates had tanks that far outperformed the Soviets and slowed down the offensive into a bloody crawl. Not wanting to risk a high casualty count the Stavka ordered LtG Yakov to retreat so as to regroup and rearm. It is expected that these particular front is to be reinforced and joint assault by other Corps is to be expected should there be another offensive.

[New Hunteria]

"The Situation as of the 19th of July for the Hunterian Kaiserriech is a peculiar one and a dangerous one. The Hunterian nation is a powderkeg and stands on the edge of the abyss. Reactionary forces on the right and revolutionary forces on the left are biting at the chance to shape the nation. Scandinavia is occupied by Rundashians, NIB now lays claim to the North Sea area, SP occupies Baden-Wurtemburg and Florencians are patrolling Berlin. The Kaiser and the Imperial house, the traditional symbol and source of power and leadership for the nation has been decapitated. The people have lost faith in their Kaiserreich, after all the Kaiser did fail them when they needed them the most and plunged their Nation into tragedy and humiliation. Kaiseress Viktoria fresh from Florence seeks a different path for the nation. A more democratic path based upon the lessons she has learned abroad in Florence. Despite what Hunteria may think of the Union, Florence is much less radical communist than believed by the Hunterian masses. Democracy, freedom and liberties previously denied to the Hunterian people because of the prior regime are all things that Viktoria seeks for her people. The path she wishes to take Hunteria in will, must, be democratic. The path will also not involve her. If Hunteria is to rise above the darkness that threatens it, then the Imperial family must be no more.

As of 9:41 AM Berlin time, The Hunterian Monarchy has been abolished at the orders of the Kaiseress herself. The Republic of Hunteria has been founded with elections to be held immediately.

The Elections conclude in a stunning Liberty Victory with the party's leader taking office in the following weeks.

The Hunterian Military has mostly reorganized itself and set out on the difficult task of restoring order to the fallen empire. Working with the Florencian forces Hunteria has restored order to Germany, Poland, Czechia, Slovakia, Austria and Denmark. With most of the other areas either being occupation or claimed by foreign empires. Skirmishes between the Hunterian Forces and Spian occupation in Baden and Wurttemburg have been reported but not confirmed.

Hunterian soldiers wave the Republic's Flag

A renewed sense of patriotism and purpose sweeps through Hunteria. Through democracy and newfound liberty the Hunterian people can climb out of the darkness and reverse the humilation brought upon them by the foreign imperialistic empires. The new soldier of Hunteria no longer fights to the death for his Kaiser. Highly motivated, the new soldier of the Hunterian Republic sees himself as a crusader of democracy and the vanguard of the Hunterian nation.
They fight against the Tyranny of Despots and Fascists. They fight not for the prosperity of one man, but all people. A true Volksoldat.

[The Florence Union]

Situation of the Western European Front

Chancellor Becker's unexpected proclamation that all Florencian forces would withdraw out of NIB's new "autonomous" North Sea area had been meet with hostility from both Stavka and the average grunt. The top brass and what few civilian leaders and liaisons that made up the High Command would much rather prefer to maintain the current course. Stand the ground in the North Sea area and reinforce existing troops there. For two reasons; one, it proves to the False Bulgarians that the Union is willing to stand it's ground. And two; the logistical nightmare of rerouting and reorganizing various commands and supplies earmarked for the city of Rotterdam.

The short lived "Florencian Forces North Sea" has once been re flagged to Florencian Forces Gallia. Several divisions that were marshaling in the mainland and earmarked to arrive at Rotterdam have been stood down. The VI Marine Expeditionary Force (IV MEF) which was already at sea was hastily rerouted to the Florencian bastion in Normandy. The marines of the VI were eagerly greeted by Gallians, happy that the Florencians that protected them from destruction at the hands of both Hunteria and the United Kingdoms were back. The MEF's own 6th Marine Division will soon be joined by a reinforced National Guard division from the mainland.

The number of divisions deployed under the Rhine Battlegroup (a reformed Florencian Army of the Rhine) has reached it's peak goal of five; a marine, armored, mechanized and two infantry, further reinforced by a Reservist armored brigade.

Florencian Forces Gallia only has the 6th Marine Division and the famed Normandy Gallian Two Lions Division, but more reinforcements are on the way.

The Wester European Front would have quite a few air assets at it's disposal. The VI MEF's Marine aircraft wing, several stealth air superiority fighter squadrons pulled from the NIBian border, a North Carolinian Air National Guard fighter wing flying F-16s, and a fighter bomber wing with F-15 Strike Eagles. A squadron of A-10s along with a F-15 fighter wing are expected to join the Air Force commitment to Western Europe as well.

There will be quite a few lessons learned from the time of the Florencian offensive into the Saarland and the drive to Berlin to the withdrawal from the North Sea. The hastily created formations and rushing of troops to and fro must be learned from. Stavka High Command was too eager to jump into Europe and it cost them a pain in the ass.

Nevertheless, the restructuring of the Western European Front would still be rushed in a timely manner. Hostilities could break out in Europe between multiple parties at any time but one factor was constant. The new Hunterian Republic or their brothers who now find themselves in foreign land will be at the epicenter of any resurgent European war and Florence was right with them.

CPL Lucas Pearson
2nd Bn., 42nd Marines, 8th Marine Division
Bremen, Germany, Republic of Hunteria

"Alright you cucks, grab your rifle and aim down range. Remember to actually aim down your sights and not spray from the hip. It makes you look like an ass when you do that. Ten shots, fire when ready!" Corporal Pearson commanded and was answered with a cacophony of G36K assault rifles throwing rounds down range.

The job of range master and babysitter for the new Hunterian recruits was something the Corporal was not keen on doing. He would much rather be at a Florencian FOB or back in the states with the senoritas. Or at the very least at the newly constructed marine barracks popping up in Germany. There he could at least smoke cigarettes somewhat in peace and escape the disheartening overpopulation that plagues this land. And while Hunteria offered plenty of frauleins, playing drill sergeant with a squad of "newbie" Hunterian soldiers was something he did not want to do. Lucky for him the entire 2nd Marine Battalion had been put on training duty.

The reason for this he was told, was because the professional core of the Hunterian army was busy ensuring order in it's own territory or gearing up for war. The new found love for democracy in Hunteria was widespread, yet desertions following the collapse of the nation put a significant dent in the armed forces. The new Republic can simply spare no men to train new volunteers eager to fight for their nation. And so the mission goes to unlucky soldiers like Corporal Pearson to teach the newest generation of Hunterian recruits how to properly wage war.

Stavka High Command and General Jim "Killer" Kelso, the most senior ranking soldier in Europe and commander of the Western European Front were eager to jump on the idea of Florencian soldiers and marines training Hunterian recruits in the "art of war". After all who better to learn how to wage war then from the people who have defeated you on numerous occasions.

Despite how the Corporal felt about the issue the idea of Florencians training Hunterians was certainly a victory on multiple fronts for Florence. The long awaited victory since the 1940's was seemingly coming true.

"You all shoot like shit. My grand mother could shoot better. In fact she can. When she was a little girl she was killing your grandparents in some field in Mississippi with only a bolt action rifle. And she didn't have any of those fancy red dot and holographic sights you shits have. Not that you cucks are able to put those to good use. Now lets see that again. Ten more shots and try to hit the target this time you fuck brains. Fire when ready!"

'God I'm getting tired of speaking this stupid fucking language' the Corporal thought to himself after once again yelling at and diminishing the new recruits for being wobbly ass terrible shots. A couple of them where proving to be adapt with the rifle. They'll all come around though. If not then they'll either have to or die trying in the coming competition.

"Hay you, yeah! Shit brains, that's more than ten bullets!"

[The Florence Union]

Several camouflaged and foliage covered Rangers dragged themselves forward through tall grass. Invisible to the enemy below the hill within the compound.

"Hunter 2-1 here, we're in position and awaiting the signal."

"Hey Sergeant, what the hell was the signal again?"

Private Ramirez absentmindedly tapped the side of his rifle while he peered at enemy targets through his ACOG scope.

A Marder APC was rumbling through the compound with a squad of riflemen on patrol. Ramirez watched as a rocket screamed ahead from his 3 o'clock and blasted apart the Marder, the accompanying soldiers either being thrown down by the explosion or engulfed in flames and shrapnel.

"That's our signal Corporal, now let's a get a move on!"

"That's Our Package"
August 2, 2017
Carpathian Mountains, Hunteria
Pvt. James Ramirez
75th Ranger Regiment

On command Pvt. Ramirez and his fellow squad mates along with the rest of Hunter Company began scrambling down the high ground. While the enemy was caught off guard they soon began to return fire and several Rangers went down around Ramirez. The Rangers would answer in kind, spraying wildly from the hip while on the move or dropping down to land a few precise shots on the enemy. Soon enough fountains of dirt and fire were kicking up around the charging soldiers.

"Mortars, keep fucking running!" One Ranger cried as he hoped over a freshly made and still smoking crater from an enemy mortar.

Legs burning and panting heavily Ramirez would crash into the wall at the edge of the compound along with another 100 or so fellow Rangers. The low wall proving cover and respite from enemy small arms and mortar fire.

"Why do we always have to pull these stupid ass ops to babysit the prima donna SF d-bags?" A ranger to the right with a slight Southern accent complained.

"Because command said so Dunn, so quit your whining, we have a job to do." Sergeant Foley responded while loading another magazine into his SCAR-H battle rifle.

"Yeah Dunn, we gotta get this mission done." Ramirez joked.

"Ramirez, no one likes your stupid fucking puns!"

"Heads up Rangers, here comes our support!" The black Sergeant called out.

Swooping in low several AH-24 Super Hinds of the Union Army flew over the Rangers guns blazing. To Ramirez the Hind resembled more of an ugly heavy armored vehicle than an aerodynamic helicopter gunship. How the flying tank got into the air was beyond him, but the things were damn useful at killing the enemy and taking punishment. The gunship's countless auto-cannons and missile pods laying waste to droves of enemy soldiers and armored vehicles with in the compound.

Said compound was a very large complex, complete with brick and concrete command structures, barracks and utility buildings. The compound itself was surrounded by razor wire and a low wall, while concrete barriers, sandbags and other items of cover or obstacle were scattered throughout the inner part of the complex.

"Alright charges set, get back boys and girls!" A female Ranger announces. Her comrades heed her orders and back off.

"Ramirez your on point, get your ass moving!" Sergeant Foley command.

Being the first one through the freshly made breach in the wall, the young private would be meet by several enemy soldiers guns drawn. Reacting as fast as he could Ramirez brought his carbine up but he was too slow, the enemy was a second from depressing their fingers on the trigger and likely killing him. He would however be saved when one enemy soldier's torso was blown apart by a high caliber round and the other's grey matter was painted onto a shipping container to his 6 o' clock.

"This is Sniper Team 2, your welcome down there Hunter 2-1."

Mumbling a prayer of thanks Ramirez pressed on through the compound, the rest of his squad following.

After fifteen more minutes and several more gun runs from the Hind gunships the Rangers had finally push the enemy to the edge of the compound. It was not an easy fight, the radicalized enemy had several reinforced machine gun nest, sniper perches and plenty of soldiers to throw at the Rangers. The desperate opposition, left with only a couple dozen men had now resorted to using the reinforced covers of the silos as a form of cover.

"Ramirez, take Morgan and Clarke and flank those tangos, now!" The Sergeant boomed as he lobbed a grenade at the enemy.

With an acknowledging grunt Ramirez lead the way, flanking right and taking cover behind several burned out fuel tankers. The enemy, too preoccupied with the majority of the Ranger contingent, didn't notice a small three man team worm it's way around to the right flank.

After using up another magazine of ammo Ramirez and the rest of the Rangers would have killed off what was left of the enemy.

"So Sarge, tell me again why we have to be in these mountains in bum fuck Hunteria?" Corporal Dun inquired while looting the body of a dead female soldier for valuables. Ramirez had already joked that Dunn was feeling her up, which resulted in a angry, "fuck you" from him.

"Command said these Hunterian Truth fellows have a package for us. So the Rangers gotta go in and kick their ass and take the package." Foley responded before ordering Dunn off the poor dead soldier.

"You mean Command wanted us to provide a distraction and do all the work for those Special Forces pricks who have already entered the basement of this 'ere compound?"

"More or less Corporal."

"Hunter 2-1, this is Overlook we want your squad to accompany Raptor team into the underground of the complex. The Task Force has already encountered stiffer resistance than expected, how copy over?"

"Copy all Overlook, Hunter 2-1 out."

"I told you guys! I knew those prima donna fuckers couldn't get the job done!" Dunn exclaimed.

Both squads, having temporally lost several soldiers to shrapnel wounds from enemy mortars and small arms were now hovering over the two ventilation shafts they would soon rappel down into. In front of them combat engineers were slicing through the metal reinforced covering with cutters while a five man special forces team stood and joked while they waited.

This Tier One team of operators stood out heavily when contrasted against the rangers. The rangers donned a mixture of digital woodland FLORPAT fatigues with multicam ballistic vests and helmet coupled with face paint. Of course there was the odd piece of equipment here and there or some limited customization, mainly just some lighter weight helmets or natural foliage pasted onto one's helmet. Standard Union Army equipment.

Nothing was standardized about these operators. That was clear by the beards and long hair they sported. Not to mention nothing between them matched, except for a heavy usage of multicam. One operator even had jeans.

These were the highly trained killers of Alpha Group. One of the Union's premier special forces units and among the best soldiers in the world.

"Alright Rangers, we're rappelling down there and killing every cultist between us and the objective. Just follow us and try not to get left behind. It will be tight quarters down there too, so watch your fire." The leader of the Alpha Group detachment commanded.

Ramirez thumbed his M4 and couldn't help but be jealous of the M416 the fire team leader had.

Upon rappelling into the ventilation shafts, the Rangers and their special forces comrades would crawl around on there hands and knees for several minutes before breaking through a grate and ending up in the shower room. A grisly sight would greet them in the form of rotting and mutilated corpses. The entire complex had defected to the Hunterian Truth and brutally put down any soldiers who resisted.

"We gotta kill every last one of these fuckers," One Ranger muttered under his breath.

The Alpha Group operators would immediately go about pursuing the objective. The first soldier out of the bathroom would charge an unsuspecting cultist and land a hatchet into the back of his throat. Ripping the bloodied hatchet out of the now dead soldier he would then begin dropping enemies with precise shots from his silenced battle rifle.

Taking cover behind a stack of wooden crates Ramirez would return fire with his own un-suppressed M4 carbine. Quite a few of his rounds would hit their mark and embed themselves in the bodies of several enemy soldiers who stupidly charged towards him. To his 3 o'clock one of the Alpha members was blowing apart the cultists with an AA-12 automatic shotgun. Limbs and arms were blown off in mists of red as the soldier slowly advanced down the hall, shotgun roaring. The Rangers were doing much the same with their own M4s, SCAR-Ls and one M240 machine gun.

After clearing several hallways full of increasingly desperate, poorly trained and radical Hunterian cultists they were finally nearing the objective.

Ramirez watched as one Alpha trooper charged the last remaining cultist who was trying to jam a new mag in his rifle. He was too slow.

"And fuck you!" She yelled as she plunged her knife into the chest of the soldier and threw him against a wall. This would be followed up by several more savage stabs to the chest before a finishing slit of the throat. A terrified expression was plastered on the young cultists face as his limp body slid down the wall, leaving behind a streak of red.

"Alright this door leads into the silo, watch yourselves we're breaching!"

Upon blowing the charge, Raptor team and Hunter 2-1 charged through the breach into the silo.

"Holy shit!"

"That's some serious ordnance."

"That stuff can fuck you up, almost as hard as a I fucked Ramirez's sister last night."

"Shut up Dunn!"

"Overlook, this is Hunter 2-1, we have secured the package. I repeat, we have secured the package."

"Copy all Hunter 2-1, good work. Lock it down and await NEST teams, Overlook out."

[The Union of Crown Kingdoms]

Over the last few days
The Mediterranean Sea

After literal months of preparing, the UCK's aid to ally the UCR was finally ready. After securing a deal for passage through Wusmeinia, mobilization could finally commence.

In the first wave, almost 200,000 men and women of the armed forces departed the home isles, mainly on transport ships, but many also departed on C-130 transport aircraft of the Royal Air Force. They were joined by almost 50,000 West European Expeditionary Forces, who began mobilization from ports in southern France.

Within half a day, the first ships arrive in ports along the coast of the Adriatic sea, in Montenegro and Croatia. Troops, equipment, tanks, artillery and transport vehicles disembark, and begin the next stage of their journey, driving towards UCR-controlled Hungary and Romania.

Within hours of deployment, however, C-130's arrive in UCR airspace and land at major airports being used by the UCR military. The majority of them carried Special Air Service troops, to be placed on the frontlines ASAP to assist the UCR in preventing any further NKVD advances. Also, around 25 M1A2 Abrams tanks are offloaded from about 13 transport aircraft.

Odessa, Ukraine

In the late afternoon, just before the sun began to set, a C-130 of the UCK Royal Air Force touches down at the airport. It was one of the first aircraft of the UCK to arrive in UCR territory.

As the aircraft powers down it's engines, General Bradley Hudson steps off of the aircraft. He looked around, and noticed two confused-looking soldiers of the UCR near one of the hangars.

The General, surrounded by his entourage, approach the two soldiers. Hoping they speak atleast a little English, the General speaks up.

"Evening, Gentlemen" the General would say as he would extend his hand towards one of the soldiers for a handshake.

"My name is General Bradley Hudson, we're with the Union of Crown Kingdoms, and we are here to help your nation in it's righteous defence against those NKVD bastards attacking you. Would one of you fellas mind showing us to whoever is incharge here, please?"