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Mein Krieg (Youjo Senki/Tanya the Evil OC)

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What baffles me about YS is that the sight of a few shiny stars on a uniform is enough to scare the daylights out of the protagonist, whilst the direct attention of what is for all intents and purposes God generates only scorn.
 
Vikram said:
What baffles me about YS is that the sight of a few shiny stars on a uniform is enough to scare the daylights out of the protagonist, whilst the direct attention of what is for all intents and purposes God generates only scorn.
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It's the cognitive dissonance, most likely. Tanya is a staunch proponent of materialist atheism and rationalism, and worldly authority fits right into the center of it.
The concept of god, however...
 
NuclearBird said:
It's the cognitive dissonance, most likely. Tanya is a staunch proponent of materialist atheism and rationalism, and worldly authority fits right into the center of it.
The concept of god, however...
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She's literally just a really stubborn Fedora Tipper. God can smack her in the face and she'll still just keep tipping.
It would honestly be more interesting if it was a faithful person convinced that X was the devil.
 
It actually fits temptation theme pretty well. He offers both great power and dire punishments, and demands but only acknowledging him as a superior being.

The whole story with forging a prophet and tempting them can easily be viewed as the coming of Antichrist gone wrong due to Antichrist renouncing the devil, despite the devil's attempt to disguise himself as the God.
 
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Chapter 22: Always a way for things to get worse
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    • Chapter 22: Always a way for things to get worse​

    There is no way to describe how much Tanya and I were pissed off at Schugel when we finally made it to the ground, still together and alive.

    I, for one, was not able to stop thinking about some of the cruelest ways to punish him if I would have had the chance to harm a superior officer, and judging by the look of her eyes, Tanya's tough were not much friendlier. It was clear that, if we would have the chance, we would have given him a very big piece of our minds.

    Sadly, when we landed on the ground and were greeted by the scientists and the military personal of the base, Schugel was unavailable. Apparently, he walked off from the testing ground while we were still in air, blabbering (according from what other scientist were able to tell us) about "God's will".

    And so here we were, the two youngest officers of the Empire, now doubly heroes for having helped develop a new powerful weapon, sitting on a small table at the cafeteria, drinking hot chocolate in attempt to drown our angriness.

    "I'm going to kill him," I said, no more able to keep what I was thinking inside my head "I'm going to crush his so amazing brain and feed it to the ants!"

    "I do not believe it is a good idea," said Tanya, finishing drinking off her third chocolate.

    "What?" I looked at her "Do not tell me you are ready to forgive him, after everything he did to us!"

    "No, absolutely not. It will be long past the End of all times before I even will start thinking seriously about forgiving him, but we cannot kill him or get our revenge. For now, at least."

    "What are you trying to say?"

    "I'm trying to say that Schugel is still the Development Chief Engineer of the Empire, its most authoritative and powerful scientific mind. Moreover, with the new invention, we …helped him with, he is going to be even more popular and respected. And we are still only second Lieutenants. I believe that is better for us to keep our head down and let him enjoy his success for now"
    I thought about it. Yes, Tanya's reasoning was very logical and consistent. Still, I was too angry to even think about letting Schugel get away with it.

    "But this is just a temporary measure, right? Just for us to advance our careers and getting more prestige so we can face him on equal terms."

    "Yeah. And when he will lower his guard…" she said, counting the fist as if to crush something.

    I smiled. Yes, revenge was a plate better served cold. And with extra ice.

    I was so enjoying the picture in my head of our future revenge that I almost not noticed the door opening behind Tanya and the young officer coming inside.

    "Excuse, but are you the Second Lieutenants Tanya Degurechaff and Frederick König?" he asked.

    "We are" Tanya responded "Doctor von Schugel wants to see us?"

    "No, it's not Schugel" he said, taking two large waxed envelopes and handing them to us "New Orders from the Strategic Headquarter, directed to you personally!"

    I was puzzled. New orders? From the Strategic Headquarter too? What could be so important to push the High Command to ignore the chain of command?

    Tanya took the two envelopes, looked at them and then gave one to me. I opened it and took of the letter, starting reading it with curiosity.

    After a few line of writing, the curiosity turned to shock, and the shock into fear.

    Apparently, the situation of the Rhine front was not going very well for the Empire. The high number of casualties and the continuous attacks by the Republican forces had induced the military commanders of the Empire to recall all the soldiers and officers currently not involved in other operations on the front line on the Rhine, to help hold the line.

    And between them, Tanya and me too.

    If I could have done it openly, I would have let myself fall into the chair. The Rhine, the Hell on earth we had tried so hard to avoid, had now called us, and we had no way to avoid it. A quiet place in the rear, this was what Tanya and I had tried all (this) life to achieve, and yet, it almost seemed that the same fate conspired to prevent us from reaching our goal.

    The fate, I though, or something else?


    The journey to the front lines was not as fast or as comfortable as the one that had brought us to the test center.

    To begin with, no plane this time: what existed of the Imperial Air Force was too small and dispersed along the borders to "sacrifice" one rare and expensive just to transfer two young Second Lieutenants to the front. This meant that we would have to travel, once again, by train.

    "Well" I said, looking at the dark-looking locomotive in front of us "Let is hope this time we will not meet obnoxious controller this time!"

    "I seriously doubt Being X is going to repeat such a dirty trick" Tanya said moving steadily towards the wagon "The first time was unexpected, but this time, I am very prepared for such circumstances"

    "What do you mean?"

    She smirked "I have enough official documents of recognition that, even we should me again someone so stupid, we could prove who we are with ease"

    I smirked in turn, although still looking at locomotive with a worried look. For me, it was some kind of mechanical Charon's, ready to take us to Hell.

    Slowly, we moved toward the door of the wagon, along with many other soldiers who were ready to travel to the front. Strange to see, none of them seemed troubled by their destination: I saw many smiles and affectionate hugs, while mothers, wives and relatives hugged and saluted their children and husbands in uniform who were leaving for the war.

    Logical, I thought with a note of bitterness, for them war is something heroic, their way to get fame and become immortal in the altars of history. They are not yet aware of the changes linked to the destructive power of artillery and modern machine guns.

    I looked at an old woman, dressed in very modest clothes, strongly embrace a tall young man who was probably to be his son. They laughed and joked, almost as if he was leaving for a long journey or a trip with friends. She probably could not even realize that her son would, in all likelihood, have died in the mud and the frost.

    For a moment, I felt a strong desire within me to enfold her, to talk to her, to warn her of the danger her son was running. However, I knew all too well what would have happened if I had acted. Therefore, I remained silent, looking at the scene with a broken heart.

    Little by little, the soldiers and the officers still on the ground managed to get on the train, and in the end, even Tanya and I managed to get on. Finally, we found a small cabin for the senior officers between the sergeant and the lieutenant, and we sat down.

    "Well, Tanya" I said putting my things away "Do you think they will allow us to stay together again on the Rhine?"

    "I don't believe it," she said, gazing to the outside trough the wagon's window "I mean, we were pretty lucky until now, but luck tends to end. "

    "I know, but maybe…"

    Suddenly, a sudden squeak informed us that the compartment door had opened again, and a man came in.

    "Oh" he said when he saw us "I'm sorry. I believed this was the officer's compartment…"

    "It is," I said, extending my hand toward him "My name is Frederick König, Second Lieutenant of the Empire. Are you a fellow officer as well?"

    He looked at me with a very shocked look "Wait, Frederick König? By chance, you are..."

    "What?" I asked dumb folded "I am what?

    "You…you are… the hero kid! The one who fought in that battle against the Entente' some time ago! It was on all the newspapers!"

    "Really?" I asked, starting to glee.

    "Yes! You…and the other one… that girl that… oh my…. Is she?"

    Tanya turned and looked the man straight in the eyes "Second Lieutenant Tanya Degurechaff of the Empire. Yes, probably you have heard about us through your newspaper and yes, we are the ones who fought the Entente's wizard squad to a standstill!"

    The man looked pale and nervous for a few more seconds, then, all of sudden, he started to grin.

    "Oh… I would have never guessed… I would have never thought… that I would get the chance to meet the two youngest heroes of the Empire!" he said, geek squeaking like I thought a teenage girl should ever do in front of her favorite idol.

    "Try to stay whelmed, sir" I responded trying to suppress my laugher "We are just soldiers of the Empire, just like you!"

    "Oh no!" he said, carefully sitting in an empty seat right in front of us "Not like you. Because you are heroes of the Empire, and I'm just… a lowly officer who nobody knows about!"

    At that moment, a deafening whistle warned us that the train was leaving. The unknown fan-soldier put all of his things is place, just like, and silently sat down, without, however, ceasing to observe us.


    The journey by train was long and aggravated by the fact that the train had to stop at each station along the tracks in order to collect new recruits or supplies for the front.

    The first stop was a station of a city called Dettelzach. We remained stopped for a couple of hours, before leaving for the Rhine with a larger number of soldiers and weapons on board than we had left Berun with. Since the journey took so long, Tanya and I had no other form of entertainment than having a chat with our travel companion, who appeared to be a great fan of ours.

    "What is the current situation in Berun?" I asked looking listlessly out of the window. "Are the military authorities' still chasing deserters?"

    "Well, yeah. Just yesterday the High Military Judge of the city put three soldiers to death because they had tried to escape going to the Rhine."

    Instantly I looked at Tanya, who returned my gaze with a very smug smile. It is true that we were traveling to Hell on Earth, but still we have a small chance of survive. Those men who got shot...not so much.

    "The just penalty for the traitors of the Fatherland." I said, trying to appear patriotic. "We cannot be lenient with those who try to escape their duty."

    "That's right." the other soldier nodded. "No mercy for the traitors!"

    For a second, I had the impression that he was lying, and he only said this to go along with us. But then, I realized that it didn't have the slightest importance.

    "Just to clarify," the soldier said, moving toward us. "What is your opinion about the military situation? I mean, I just would like to know your opinion, that's all…"

    "Well..." I said looking at him with glee, like a shark ready to eat a smaller fish "From what I've been able to see until now, both the Entente and the Republic have proven unable to steamroll our army, who in several occurrence has managed to launch successful counteroffensives against them. If fact, we would have been able to steamroll the Entente after their traitorous attack to our northern border, if the Republic had not interfered."

    "But," the unknown officer said, trying to find something good to say. "but what if other counties enter the war against us? Should they not be able to win us by wearing down our forces?"

    This is a very intelligent soldier, I thought, looking at him, not only he has managed to realize something that many others refuse to even consider, but he was able to jump to the right conclusion. Still, he is not very brilliant: if he were to let such reasoning slip by in front of the wrong officer, he could end up court martialed, or worse...

    Suddenly, a very bad thought crept into my mind: maybe our friend needs a little lesson of confidentiality...

    "Are you trying to say that we should not keep fighting even if the United Kingdom or any other nation joins the war against us?"

    "W-what? No, I…"

    "Were you trying to say that this war was lost from the beginning, and that maybe we should surrender right now and leave our beloved Fatherland at the mercy of its enemies?"

    "No, no!"

    "Do you realize right now that anyone could interpret what you have just said as an act of cowardice? Do you know how cowards are treated in the front line?"

    "No, I was just…"

    "I were just what?" said Tanya, suddenly joining my little game "What were you going to say?"

    The unknown officer fixed his hat, showing his nervousness. I knew that I actually managed to scare him.

    "Listen." I said, adopting a more friendly tone. "You are free to have whatever opinion you want, but letting other people hear it, without knowing if they agree with you or if they hold a different way of thought, is dangerous. I suggest to you to keep your mouth shut while you are on the front, and speak only if questioned."

    "I…I understand." he said, trying to breath under his moustaches. "I'm sorry."

    "Do not worry. By the way, comrade, what is your name?" I asked.

    "My name?" he asked, alert now. "I'm-"
     
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    • Oh dear. Hello Herr Schicklgruber.

    krahe said:
    "...very bad at painting."
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    Meh, if this is some guy named Alfons Schicklgruber fresh from being rejected as painter in Vienna, they're not actually that awful paintings.

    Granted, his people usually looked like ghostly apparitions haunting the scenery, but from what I've seen of his takes on architecture, they don't look bad at all.

    Maybe that's the trick to preventing the second Great Unpleasantness; just refer him to a professional architect and let him design buildings. Someone with actual knowledge of construction could temper his flair for the bombastic, even.
     
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    IIRC he was rejected because his style didn't align with the paradigm of the time, along with some minor issues with depicting people, mentioned earlier.
     
    Please let it be adolf hitler. Or adolf H-something.
    Wait, that sounds wrong.

    Eh, whatever. Also, i wish schugel didn't run away so our boi(?) Can kick him where it hurts...
    I am talking about his gonads.
     
    Chapter 23: To part away
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    • Chapter 23: To part away​

    "My name?" he asked, alert now. "I'm Second Lieteunant Albert Speer, from Mannhenheim."

    I froze up, immediately recognizing the name.

    Albert Speer. The personal architect of Adolf Hitler and "father" of the architectural projects of Nazi Germany of the old world from where both Tanya and I were from. I did not know many things about his personal life, and what little I knew, I owned it primarily to the few things I had read about him.

    I knew, among other things, that Speer was one of the first to have joined the National Socialist movement, yet he had never reached the level of fanaticism of his peers. In fact, when in the final moment of the war Hitler ordered to all his remaining soldiers and officers to destroy all German infrastructure and commit to a "scorched earth" policy on their own nation, Speer was one of the few to openly oppose this madness. Despite this, he himself had participated fully in the regime's activities. So much so that when the war was over, the Allies had condemned him to over twenty years of imprisonment.

    And here he was, one of the less known personalities of one of the most infamous and cruel regimes in history, sitting in a seat opposite of me.

    Immediately, a thought raced through my mind: if there was a Speer even in this time line, could there also be a Donitz? A Rommel? A Guderian? A Rudolf Hess? A Goring? A Himmler?

    And then, another thought, the most terrifying of them: another…him?

    Ever since I arrived in this world, I had theorized the possibility of that infamous man from our world also having a counterpart in this one, a fact that was (partially) shown to me by the fact that many great figures of the past (like the generals we had to study at the Academy) were practically the same.

    Now I had before me the proof that this theory was valid even for people who had not yet appeared.

    Was it therefore possible that out there, still unknown to history, there could be an Adolf Hitler?

    Surely, the mere possibility could not mean that he was existing right now. Maybe his parents never met in this timeline, or he died at a young age, as many children did in this world. Or maybe, in this world he had actually managed to get into Art School.

    Still, the idea that one of the cruelest men of the world could be out there, alive and breathing was enough to send shivers on my spine.

    "Hello? Mr. Frederick?" said Speer looking at me. "Are you all right?"

    "Hum?" I said returning from my thoughts. "Oh, yeah. I am OK."

    "Happy to hear that!" responded Speer. "For a second, I thought there was something wrong."

    There is something wrong, I thought in my head while keeping up a weak smile. Your existence has proven that one of the worst scenarios I could come up with could very well happen.

    "Just to clarify," asked Tanya, intruding into the dialogue, "Have you ever shown an interest in some form of art?"

    "Why are you asking this, Lieutenant Degurechaff?" responded Speer, confused.

    "Well… just curiosity!" she retorted, with a grin that I recognized as fake.

    "Well..." said Speer, thinking about it. "I used to be a great enthusiast of mathematics and the hard sciences, but my father thought that mathematics would lead me to a life with no money, no social position and no future. Therefore, I decided to follow in my uncle's footsteps and to register in the Civil Academy."

    An alarm bell rang in my mind "Oh. If I may ask, what did you study before you were called to the arms?"

    "Architecture." Speer responded. "I hope one day to become an architect, and plan new cities for our people."

    I mentally groaned. Yep, he was already on the road to become one of the mooks of history's greatest dictator.

    "Well… that is a very beautiful plan for the future." I said, trying to do not think about it "I hope you get the chance to realize your dream…"

    "Thanks!" he said, looking touched by my words "That means a lot!"


    The rest of the trip did not signal any noteworthy event. The train continued its long march to the west, stopping every occasionally in a city to collect new munition for the cannons... and new fodder for the meat grinder.

    I tried not to look when I saw new soldiers get on the train, laughing and joking as if it was an adventure. Perhaps if I had avoided looking, I would not have sympathized with them and therefore I would not have to suffer the guilt when they would inevitably die. That was the worst thing in a conflict: anyone could die.

    However, while the train was underway I gladly looked out the windows to observe the landscape we were passing through. At first, the landscape was a beautiful spectacle: the train passed through cultivated fields, vineyards, orchards, all subjected to the attention and care of their farmers. When the train passed, the locomotive whistled to signal our presence, and the laborers temporarily interrupted their work to greet us. I know that other soldiers on board our wagon also greeted them, because I clearly remember hearing exclamations... and sometimes, spasmodic whistles of appreciation.

    However, as the train moved westward, the landscape began to change, as did the atmosphere.

    The trees became less colorful and grayer, and with them, the fields, the land and the sky. The number of people we saw decreased dramatically, while the desolation and misery only became more severe.

    Soon, the green landscape turned into a barren gray, almost lunar, wasteland, where peeped-out, leafless trees peeked out here and there. It was a horrible sight to behold, as it gave a clear idea that life itself was almost impossible in time of war.

    "I wonder what happened to the people that once lived here," I murmured, without thinking about the possibility of being listened to.

    "They left." said Speer nodding with a sad look in his eyes. "Many of them escaped as soon as the Republican army started to approach, with almost all the men enlisted into the Imperial Army…"

    "Oh." I responded, moving away from the little window. "How do you know that?"

    "Because I'm one of them," he said to my shock.

    "You… you lived here?"

    "Not exactly here." he responded with a sniff. "But my home city is on the line of the Rhine front now."

    "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that."

    That was true. I felt sorry for hearing that the city where he used to live was now a battleground between two clashing armies, and that logically, many of his friends and the people he used to know where now probably enlisted like him, escaped, or killed.

    "Don't cry for me." he responded, an expression of sudden determination appearing on his face. "I'll avenge all the pain that those bastards had done to my city by killing them."

    I nodded, realizing once again what kind of world I was living now. Here there was no room for rationality and intelligence: eye for eye and tooth for tooth, this was the law that all men obeyed. If you spit on me, I would have spit on you…with interest. Little would it have mattered that revenge only served to perpetuate hatred, and hatred would perpetrate revenge.

    The peoples of every nation of this world lived in expectation to settle their accounts and they had an endless list. In this way, a perfect cycle of hatred and revenge was created that would never have ceased, at least until a faction became more intelligent and would sacrifice its pride for a lasting peace.

    Which will be never, I thought bitterly, judging by the history of the last 500 years.

    "Station of Schmalfeld!" suddenly a voice echoed from the first wagon of the train. "Last stop, end of the line!"

    "We have arrived!" said Tanya, suddenly standing up. "We'd better prepare to get off this train!"

    "I know." I responded to her, starting to take back our personal stuff.

    "Well." suddenly Speer spoke up. "I suppose this is the end. It was the utmost pleasure and honor for me to being able to make this journey with you. I do not know what to say: I just hope you'll be able to replicate you great achievement here on the Rhine… and to survive too!"

    "I hope that too!" I responded looking at him. "Well, can we make a promise in case we all survive the war?"

    "What kind of promise?" he said curiously.

    "When the war ends, we have to meet up in Berun someday. I want to share a hot chocolate while we compare our Rhine experiences!"

    He smiled. "Sure thing!"

    "Frederick!" suddenly yelled Tanya. "We have to get off!"

    "I am coming! I am coming!"


    The Station of Schmalfeld was very big. Not as big as Berun's, but it could be surely bigger than any other station I have seen so far. Which was logical, from a certain point of view: before the war, Schmalfeld was one of the main commercial junctions of the Empire, through which more than half of the goods passing through Western Europe traveled. Such a position guaranteed the city an enormous economic leverage, and to its inhabitants an uncommon wealth. But now...

    …now, the war had changed everything, I though looking around me.

    After the first cannon shot, the city had taken on new importance as the main supply center for the Empire's troops on the Rhine front: here one would find the supply warehouses, the better-equipped hospitals, and the train that continuously guaranteed reinforcements and supplies from the capital.

    If, by pure hypothesis, the Republic managed to conquer the city, or at least to destroy its vital supply routes, the imperial forces would have been at best forced into a long retreat that would have allowed the enemy to occupy numerous strategic-industrial areas along the western region of the Empire.

    Therefore, it was clear that it was a priority for the Empire to maintain control of the city. And that was why we had been sent to the Rhine.

    "Frederick!" Tanya yelled, catching my attention. "Did you get lost in your thoughts or did you decide to ignore me?"

    "I-I'm sorry Tanya. Did you say something?"

    "Yeah, I asked you to stop daydreaming and start looking around. At this point, we should find a soldier who has the task of leading us to our new workstations!"

    I nodded, looking around. It was difficult, mostly because the station was filled with soldiers and officers and everybody was moving of their own accord, but in the end, I managed to catch glimpse of a short row of soldiers, near one of the exit of the station.

    "Over there." I said, "I believe our contact is there…"

    Tanya nodded, before proceeding at great speed in the direction I had indicated. Immediately, I started to follow her trough the large mass of person, careful to not lose sight of her.

    "Excuse Me," said one of the soldiers when we finally got near enough. "Are you Second Lieutenant Tanya Degurechaff?"

    "I am" Tanya said in her usual smug tone "And this is my comrade," she said pointing to me, "is Second Lieutenant Frederick König. We cannot wait to reach our new assignment."

    "Did you say 'Our'?" the soldier said, visibly embarrassed. "I'm sorry, sir, but I have the order to carry only you to the headquarters."

    Eh? I thought, suddenly alarmed, what is the meaning of this?

    "I'm sorry, but does this mean that…"

    "Excuse me? Second Lieutenant Frederick König?" another soldier, this one taller and darker, came from the behind.

    "Yes, that's me. And you are…"

    "Corporal Norbert Fichtner, sir!" he said doing a military salute. "I have orders to bring you to the division headquarters, sir!"

    I looked at Tanya, while we both realized what this meant.

    We were assigned to different locations. This meant that for the first time since we met, we would be forced to split up. We would no longer have each other to rely on. From now on, we had to fight by ourselves.

    "Is there a problem, sir?" corporal Fichtner asked to me

    "No, no!" I lied. "It's just… can you give us a few minutes to speak privately, soldiers?"

    "No problem, sir." the two said. "We will be right outside, waiting for you!"

    The two soldiers left and we remained alone. Well, alone with many other soldiers and officers, but since every one of them was busy doing, speaking or listening to something else, we could talk undisturbed.

    "Well… that's it." I said, trying to looking reassuring. "Do you want to...?"

    "What?" Tanya said, looking directly at me. "Do not tell me you are such a passionate boy that you cannot ever stand a little on your own?"

    Those words struck my heart, like a hot knife in butter. And it hurt.

    It really did.

    "Hey, we are not going to see each other for a long time. Maybe forever. Do not tell me you aren't the slightest sad about it?"

    "In fact…no."

    "What?"

    "Well, I admit that I actually enjoyed having a loyal follower of mine for some time being, but things change. Now our superiors believe we are strong enough and ready to work alone, and I agree!"

    I was shocked. I was sad. But mostly, I was angry.

    "You are telling that everything we had shared until now…doesn't mean anything to you?"

    Tanya smirked. "Oh no. It meant a lot. But now, I believe it's the best for both of us if we temporally stopped our little alliance…"

    And with these final words she walked away, right out of the station, leaving me half shocked and half angry.
     
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    • ...yeah I expected that. Though I have read many other fics before so my view is a little biased to what Tanya COULD become when she gets a very big kick in the ass without it caused by being x. Anywho, great chapter!
     
    The Francois are about to get really unhappy. In canon Tanya spent a few months high on Type-95, murderizing enemy mages left and right, and got named the Devil of the Rhine by the Francois. In this fic, there are two of them. If they are stationed in the same area, they are going to, more or less, depopulate the local enemy mages.
     
    Splitting them up was largely inevitable, and sidesteps the stations of canon for Freddy.

    They're fucking powerful and completely mopped the floor with Entente forces up north. Putting them both in one sector of the front is entirely overkill, especially since the Imperial Army most likely lacks the strategic mobility to follow up a breakthrough with a Sichelschnitt to take out a Francois army or two at the moment.

    Though I must wonder how much of this is Being X interference? He did seem to (justifiably) consider Tanya a bad influence on Frederick...
     
    Trunko said:
    The peoples of every nation of this world lived in expectation to settle their accounts and they had an endless list. In this way, a perfect cycle of hatred and revenge was created that would never have ceased, at least until a faction became more intelligent and would sacrifice its pride for a lasting peace.

    Which will be never, I thought bitterly, judging by the history of the last 500 years.
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    Eh. Selection Bias.

    That's not the long term historical outcome. In our hundred thousand years of human evolutionary history, countless tribes have been extinguished.

    It is only from the modern viewpoint of a descendant of a survivor/sucesucces genocidist that we are able to develop past that.
     
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