GATE: Thus, the scientific horror's fought there

On the March

This man's presence made Duran uneasy, his unnerving smile, that evil look in those eyes of his, it was common of all Saderan's who entered their vassal's territory. The messenger unrolled his scroll, and with a booming voice, he yelled out its contents.

"His Majesty, Emperor Molt Sol Augustus calls all vassals of Sadera to bear arms against the barbarian hordes that have swarmed across the Gate. Refusal to hear his call will result in war! All property and wealth will be seized, all lords and rulers of the defiant states will be killed, and your lands will be annexed into the Empire." He moved his gaze off the scroll and towards Duran.

Duran, lord of the kingdom of Elbe looked at the Imperial messenger with a sense of grim acknowledgement. The only reasons the Saderan's ever came to his or any of the other vassal's states were to either demand more from them or call them to war.

And this was a demand for Elbe's participation against the enemy's from beyond the Gate.

Duran let out a heavy sigh, lowering his head as he did. He opened his eyes and raised his head, looking the Saderan dead in the eyes, "Elbe hears Sadera's call, and we answer. I will rally my troops immediately."

The Saderan grinned, he knew Duran couldn't refuse. Otherwise, Elbe's towns would burn, and its people would be slaughtered. Just like the other vassal's if they refused the call for... whatever Sadera asks for.

"The emperor will not forget this, lord Duran. Your armies are to lead your forces to the lands of the Bunny Warrior's and join the Imperial Army marching there." He continued to grin as he walked away. That sense of invulnerability made Duran sick, but there's nothing he could do.

The emperor declared that any transgression against any Saderan in the vassal's states would be met with war, in all its sickness and cruelty. It would be a repeat of the original conquest of Elbe and the other vassals.

Wanton destruction, needless violence, endless blood flowing, cruel and sadistic it all was. And now they were marching to war, against an unknown enemy that had been able to push their way into this world.

Duran lets out a heavy sigh, "May the Gods protect us in the coming days..."

***

When the army began its march, no hostile forces were spotted. Forward scouts had gone back and forth down the route to Italica multiple times, making sure the path was clear and granted, this world was very slow when it came to movement of troops and communication. But not for the Reich's finest! These were the faults the German army had ironed out long ago.

New tactics designed and laid out by Great War veterans at the Imperial War Collage, strategies that adapted to the rapid changes of time. A heavy emphasis on communication between various units, along with the need to increase the speed at which armies moved.

Combining these resulted in a well-coordinated, and speedy military. One that overwhelmed the unprepared Muscovites, and the overconfident Angevins. Both were still drunk from their previous victory against Holy Rome.

The long convoy of vehicles rolled forward, soldier's occasionally swapping out of from the trucks and going onto foot, allowing men to periodically rest. The automats lumbered forward, plunging its long metal legs into the ground and pulling them out then forward.

Tank's rumbled along the well walked dirt road, leaving track prints wherever they crossed. Half-tracks, and APCs aided in carrying soldiers along the long journey. The hot sun bore down on the mortals below. It was going to be a long day.

Giselle looked out at the convoy around her, her officer's cap kept the sun out of her eyes. In her mind, she kept going over the plan that was created by Wittchen and Gregor.