(At first I didn't see him, also listening to an anime girl sing Säkkijarven Polkka, probably butchered that, is great for the mind.)
Time: 1200
Operator(s): Berlin, Tactical, and some Targets.
Status: [REDACTED]
Date:[REDACTED]
Tactical: Berlin, follow me. After we retrofitted you with better quality armor and thicker armor, and bigger guns, we need to make sure it works.
*this timeskip brought to you by Death visiting you*
Me: Berlin, aim your guns, ready zem, zen fire will the target over zey're.
Target's point of view
What did I do to deserve this, help me, I don't wanna die- OH GOD BIG CANNON FIRING AT ME AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH! THE PAIN OH GOD *dies.*
Back to us.
Tactical: I think it's dead. Now medium range. Rinse und repeat.
Berlin: Firing!
Target's pov
I'M ABOUT TO DIE OH THANK GOD IT MISSED. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH! THE PAIN IS UNBEARABLE! *dead*
Back to Berlin.
Tactical: Berlin, your doing great, long range, you know vat to do.
Berlin: Ok nya~!
Target's point of view...
I just want to die. Kill me. Do it. I dare you. Aw. You only grazed me. You make me said.
Back to the narrator.
Berlin: I zink I just grazed it, nya~.
Tactical: Vell, zat's zat. If I vas told right zis target vas depressed und vanted to die. I'll give it vat it vanted. *pulls out M1 Garand und fires at the target* I zink I missed. *pulls out binoculars* Nein, it just made a small hole. Now your armor, I don't want to test because zere ist z chance ve could sink you. Don't vant to do zat.
This timeskip brought to you by z author listening to panzerlied.
Tactical: Okay, so you're pretty gut at 100 meters, to 200- 300 meters.
(I'll translate that for people who use the customary system.
100 meters = 328.084 feet.
200 meters = 656.168 feet.
300 meters = 984.252 feet.
All in all, he's pretty good at hitting small targets. And probably better at hitting bigger ones)
Berlin: Danke nya~!
Tactical: So I just so happen to have a simulator für armor penetration, vould you like to use it Berlin?
Berlin Ja, nya~!
Meanwhile in the air...
Pilot 1: We are entering Ironblood territory. On my signal drop your bombs.
All bomber pilots: Yes sir!
Meanwhile back on the ground...
Tactical: Hold up. *pulls out a radio* Ve are being approached by enemy B-17 bombers, all carriers send up fighters, all battleships open up vith AA, everyone else lets make a anti-aircraft fire blot out z sun!
Berlin: Nein nya~!
Tactical: *puts away radio* Berlin, if you don't help us ve'll have to mark you as an enemy carrier.
Berlin: Nein nya~! I'm nicht downing mein allies planes nya~!
Tactical: *grinning* Heh. Zat ist a gut attitude to have. Give me hell out zere alright? It's been awhile since I've had an actual challenge.
Berlin: *surprised* V-Vy are you smiling nya~? I mean don't get me wrong I'll absolutely give you hell incarnate, but I can't understand vy you're responding like you're glad?
Tactical: I used to be z top kommandant over in Azur Lane. Z rest ist classified. See you in battle Berlin! *turns on radio* All units z KMS Berlin ist an enemy, but let him get back to his base z bombers are pulling back anyvays.
Berlin: *activates rigging and runs away towards Azur Lane*
Mark: Tactical, don't make decisions without discussing us first! Gott Verdammt you are always making hasty decisions.
Tactical: I'm sorry but I know how he works. Once Berlin makes up his mind, he's made up his mind.
Prussia:... Did you steal Mark's "pen" again?
Tactical:... Nein...
Prussia: Tell z truth.
Me: Ok fine... Maybe.
Prussia: Tactical! YOU COULD'VE ENDED THE WORLD VITH ZAT!
Tactical: Zat ist mein least favorite thing to do.
Mark: Tactical... Give me back my "pen". Now.
Tactical: *throws it to Mark* Zere. Go ask z Kaiser if I can participate in a paratrooper mission. Z real kommandant ist back in, so I'm nicht z acting kommandant anymore.
To be continued...
Sorry für z short chapter. I've kinda gotten a little lazy vith being an author, so to alleviate stress I created a book called War Thunder... Vere it ist all sorts of shenanigans vith War Thunder. So yeah. See you later!
Ihen die einen schönen tag!
(Hey Matthbpilot could you tell me if I spelled anything wrong in the sentence above?)
711 words not counting anything after 711.
3/29/21
1722 hours.
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