Valkyria Chronicles: Bundeswehr/NATO vs Valkyria

Panzer Battalion vs Imperial Brigade

20th September 1935 EC

Randgriz, High Command

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In Radngriz, the Gallian High Command structure General von Daemon and Captain Vaggot were in the midst of a discussion of manpower shortages endangering the current upcoming decisive battle in the desert. "General! As I've said a hundred times now, I strongly recommend a change in tactics. With the disparity of numbers, it's lunacy to send the Gallian forces on an All-out attack! We'd stand better chances centered around our defensive holdings, fending off advances-"

Unfortunately, the General interrupts her and let's loose his aristocratic mind. "The enemy gathered in one place for us! We can't let this chance slip by. If we win this one battle, we'll be able to kick those Imps out of Gallia for good!"

"General, we lack the manpower to break through an enemy force that large!"

"If we are short on soldiers, why aren't you out drafting you more farmhands for us! Why not deliberately lure the Germans or their allies into attacking?"

"Do you honestly plan to let our countrymen die needlessly out there?! Just to be clear, NATO would not charge recklessly with how the war has been going, too. They are simply helping us in stopping the threat of another invasion into their homeworld."

"When attack if not now, Varrot?! We WILL win this battle. We must! We'll throw everything Gallia's got at them. A few casualties are going to be inevitable. If you got time to sit there fretting, go light some fire under those yokels of yours."

"... Understood. We'll do our best."

On the other side of the door, the German attache, consisting of the Lieutenant and Brigadier Generals overheard the discussion. They could only shake the heads now fully realising why the Brigadier, who had dealt with the current operations until now was keeping distance from the Gallian General of the Gallian Main Army.

"Sheesh, and I thought Glöckner's decision to independently act and commandeer troops from the frontline since day One was crazy but this just takes the cake," mutters Luna, aghast at the sheer disregard of human lives. "He is worse than the former Russian President and his Yay-sayers during the Russo-Ukraine war and the Baltic Invasions."

"With how both ended, with millions of dead Russians and tens of millions seemingly displaced or otherwise affected, I am still surprised that you have survived this hellhole," says Helga with a smug face.

"Unlike the Russians, we Germans had placed our tanks in defensive holdings and waited them out. Took around fifteen attacks in three days and losing around a thousand of foot mobiles and three hundred T-14 Armatas that the invasion into Lithuania won't work. By that point the Polish/American/German joint KFOR corps had encircled Kaliningrad and was in the midst of routing the last troops."

"I remember that because my truck exploded under feet as a rather idiotic yet patriotric bastard crashed his jet into the ground, mere feet from my position. I was one amongst the few that survived that hell storm with a sane mind."

"Do you know what, let's keep the wombat out of our eye of operation, alright? Let him do his things, while we go back to the frontline."

"Why's that, Luna?"

"I don't want to be in earshot of that other General that brought the Nameless to existence. My informant-"

"Glöckner"

"- has reported that Squad 7s Lieutenant may meet up with them. With the 422 having access to a Valkyria that Calamity Raven, Darcsen Imperials, chase down and try to eliminate, this is our best chance to annoy both the Gallians and Imperials at the same time."