Weltkrieg: A Youjo Senki Fic

Steel meet steel, with clang chaos, ensued, clinging inside of each rationale mind as they fervently with an eye of madmen tore each other apart, shredding their sworn enemies apart in the name of everything they believed.

An honor that has been lost inside this twisted land, where no bird or any critter may dare to enter. Lead after lead, shout after shout lost between the chaotic breeze, a foul stench of molten husk and blood accompanied it.

Without remorse and guilt, like a cog inside the machine, they are, spilling each gutter to the cursed land.

All for a belief, all for their beloved countries, all for their honor to defend the beloved in the home who shed their tears, wondering when their son, husband, and father go home.

A comfort they forgot, in exchange of madness so everyone at their bed, could go sleep, unhindered.

No one knows how precious peace is other than the soldier, who gave up their sanity, who gave their broken bones, jaw, and life as the offering straight to the hell maw.

Such is fate who throw themselves to the hell they know as war.

As of all things, nothing wrong nor right inside a war, only slaughter, and scream. Explosion after explosion, a cry for a plea inside the trenches that may become their graveyard.

With a brief, excruciating intense pain they screamed as the explosion tore each of their molecules apart.

Their head blew up into fountain of blood, as it sprayed to the earth below.

Taking a deep breath, I lowered my aim down.

"A squadron of named mages, 2 o'clock! Damn, they aiming for our mage spotter behind!" One of the men shouted, deploying an optical formula.

"You hear the cue, man! destroy the squadron, prioritize to those who have a name, and don't let their hand reach our backline! You hear me!" Commander Schwarzkopf not falling behind in voice shouted.

Named mages, they are aces.

There was a crude system implemented inside these early primitive wars since the Napoleonic era.

A mage who scored 5 kills of the enemy mage, would gain a name, and regarded as an ace.

Such is the expectation for those who served on the frontlines. Mages were very precious assets, killing one would make a major impact on the course of the battlefield.

Once you score kill certain amounts of mages, you can get various benefits such as better ration, or a brief vacation from the frontlines.

A crude system, yet it was the most effective method to rouse up mages spirit.

Unfortunately, these Francois mages will taste the new VT fuze anti-air bullets in their meaningless endeavor.

I've acquisition for the production of these bullets and deployed them to the frontlines.

Although crude they will thrice as effective than height proximity fuze.

Although VT could be bypassed if the Francois decided to become a clever sheep and deactivate their radio frequencies on the flight. Though this would be impossible, planes on a certain height need a radio to operate, mages are basically a flying radio as they constantly emit their mana signatures in flight.

"2nd wing, break and try to flank their position, 3rd wing gain altitude and dive, 1st wing on me! we will charge!" A mad grin formed on his face.

Sigh, what a war maniac empire mage is.

A squadron of mages consists up to 32 mages, and on flight formation, they will be divided into wings, each with 4 mages inside.

Still, we only have 12 members on our squadron, a far cry to Francois who always sortied their mages in full flight squadron.

2:1 what an odd, empire mages were never known for their number, but qualities.

Still, despite the odd, and blood pumped with adrenaline, we answered with a matching grin, "Roger!" not Major Degurechaff though.

As always, her face would be stoic when entering a battle.

The 1st wing charged, taking a potshot from afar to distract the Francois aerial mages squadron.

----Francois Aerial Mage POV----

"Empire mages! Brace for impact!" One of the men shouted, deploying each of their mana barrier to the hail of bullets.

"How many they are!" The commander barked.

"Twelve signatures detected, they coming in fast!"

"Ignore them, break your leg, we'll break through!"

"What? Only 12, we could gang them up." The commander looked at the man who said that lines, a boy in his 18, clearly a recruit.

"Don't underestimate Empire mages! They're a powerhouse on their own." He reprimanded the rookies, who quickly cowered from his shout.

He felt a bad premonition about this, their order was to stop the empire mage spotter who provided intel to the artilleries.

The empire mages should be occupied on the front and distracted with probing attacks from other Francois Mages squadron.

"Any significant signatures between these 12?"

"Let me check…Merde…" His wingman said, with a pale face.

He didn't like this.

"What! What is it!?" The other asked in curiosity, a curiosity that will kill them.

"Devil of the Rhine and Crimson Paladin," He said, as his life force has been cut down.

Only the rookies who tilted their head, while others nodded in grim acceptance.

Only by hearing these 2 devil names, all willpower seems lost, he was no exception.

2 aces of ace, a sadistic little girl and an aloof boy with his dolls, both barely reach his daughter age.

He vividly remembered the formula conducted by the crimson paladin, a month ago, obliterating the entire Maginot lines, and the advancing main armies.

It was this tactic, they feigned the empire of Francois enormous casualties on the explosion, once the empire break through the curtain will fall, replaced with a nation who feebly maintained the frontlines.

Two of these mages were declared as a top priority, to kill or be captured with every manpower available if worse comes worse.

"Empire mages, tailing behind us, they ram up their speed!"

He stopped on his flight. His face sheltered by his helmet.

Followed by others, who clearly confused about his action.

He had enough, first, they have to circ.u.mvent the unusually accurate anti-air coverage, then two aces of ace behind them.

There's no hope for this war, he clutched his hand.

Reaching for a pendant, he opened it, revealing a portrait of two smiling women.

"Men, we stand here, face these empire Swine, and die honorably or desert your post and come back to your family, your choice."

"Commander, you're joking, aren't you?" His man said.

"No, now make your choice! We'll face these empire bastards honorably, or surrender in hope returning to your families!" He shouted, almost crying.

Then as the world stopped.

He dropped his rifle, as everyone with eyes sized of saucer stared in disbelief of their commanders.

"You-You're joking aren't you, I can't believe this." One by one, they dropped their rifles to the ground below.

"Arghh!!!! Those who want to fight, to me!" The rookies shouted, only to meet with a ray of blinding light as the goddess descends off the heavens.

Their bodies disintegrated into nothingness, voiced by despair they could only stare.

"Good choice." The goddess said, voice full with judgment.

"As the rules of warfare dictated, those who surrendered will be treated honorably."

----Empire Aerial Mage – Richard POV----

"We did it, we did it! The Francois was in full retreat! All artilleries and mages available are to be ordered to launch a barrage towards the retreating Francois."

"3rd wings this is your time to shine, lit the fireworks, light their way to Parisii!" The commander said as he started to lit a cigarette staring on the horizon as a hill filled with bodies and molten husk.

"Roger, 3rd wing on my mark, prepare long-range artillery formula for aerial bombardment," Major Degurechaff said, her eyes turned to gold as each of us followed suit.

'be gone wrongdoers, this is our empire, our sky, our homeland.' She chanted, in a hymn as the world celebrated the birth of the saint.

'Those who tainted the empire in blood, kill our comrades, then we shall pray to god,'

'May he forgive your soul,' spark of mana surging throughout our bodies, "fire!"

Imagine the Hiroshima, Imagine the Nagasaki, two atomic bomb equivalents of explosion surging out the ground, as Francois Disappeared within it.

In response, the Empire cheered in delight, what a cruel reality. They were celebrating as thousands of widows, and orphans began to wept behind their doors.

"Oh, praise to be a god! his name is artilleries!" First Lieutenant Schwarzkopf, said with a fervent gaze on what's happening on the front of him.

"God has answered our radio requests, he is the god of the battlefield."

"Pray to artilleries, the lord of our savior!"

Each break into laughter, I sigh instead.

Rustling Violet hair, I said, joining in the glee of sweet nectar of victory.

"Then, let them erect my statue as I the herald of God will's!"