This letter was found in a cache of uncensored, unsent letters by Pilotmarian forces.
Dear Brother,
Today was a terrible day. Our operations at Maywar Island were rudely interrupted by the Pilotmarians and the Olympians. A week into the mission, our platoon of five tanks were covering ground troops when we were attacked by the Pilotmario Air Force. They didn't use jets like us, but used prop fighters with bomb racks. Our officers and enlisted dismissed the notion that such an old and obsolete machine could be so deadly. How wrong we were.
Turns out, those bastards have jammers that interfere with our guidance systems. Our flugzeugjagertruppen (plane hunter troops) with their guided missile couldn't hit the damned things, even though they could hit target drones doing stunts that are fifty percent smaller and fifty percent faster than these things. Turns out, these things cannot be shot down.
Radar guidance was useless, since the jammers gave the missile a chance to hit that is a fraction of a percent. Infrared guidance failed us too; their engines were not hot enough. And when we went to manual guidance mode, they were able to dodge them so easily. Virtually everyone with a weapon, even the officer with a sidearm, began shooting at these planes. But apparently, they must be flying panzers, for our bullets didn't seem to affect them.
And when they hit, they hit hard. The screech of those rockets are deafening, and all who were in the open were cut down by their machine guns. Three airplanes came at our lieutenant's tank, as he was the one in front. In the fury of the rocket fire, his tank evaporated. We were only able to identify his body because our dentist was good. We lost three out of five of our tanks that day, along with an entire battalion. Our mechanics, however, are trying to use parts from the wrecks to build one. The tank is awfully complex, though, so the surviving tankers, myself included, decided to help work on the tank.
Our scouts later spotted their camp and our captain decided to engage them. Five days later, the ragged remains returned. According to a friend, as they entered the pass, a mine immobilized the lead tank, destroying its track and suspension. At the same time, an Artemis engaged the trailing tank with an antitank missile, destroying the machine. It was at that moment Pilotmario infantry opened up, spraying down all cover and killing most of them in the crossfire. Very few were able to escape.
For the first time, I am scared of them. The Olympians were one thing. But these Pilotmarians are crazy. Mama told us stories of a race of people where women ruled the men. Such a concept is crazy, but from what I have seen, it is. In combat, I see that some of their enlisted and officers are women. And those women fight like men.
During a forest ambush, a friend witnessed a Pilotmarian woman in light fatigues charge a heavy mech gunner with a knife and pistol. She must have been no heavier than 50 kilograms. The mech gunner was twice her weight without the powered armor suit and weapons. It seemed the poor man in the suit panicked when he saw her charge. He tried to bring the heavy machine gun to bear, but she was closing in too fast. He tried to drop the gun and punch her with the steel fist, but it missed. She flung into the gut and knocked over the poor man to the forest floor as she plunged the knife into his throat before ripping it out the side, blood everywhere.
Not that the men are better behaved. In the close combat of the ambush that claimed many of ours, an officer drew his sword and engaged a Pilotmarian with a shovel. The officer thrust the saber into his gut, but even that didn't stop the Pilotmarian. A cultured man would recognize that a sword is in him, and would clutch his belly in pain, laying down and waiting for aid. The Pilotmarian is not so. He simply pulled the sword in so he can get closer, punched the officer in the face, drew the sword from his body and killed the poor officer with his own weapon. He then killed three other men with the sword before my friend emptied a Luger's magazine into his chest.
Such is the uncensored brutality of the Pilotmarian. They know no morals or manners. They are ruthless and uncultured. When our officer sent theirs a message that we believed their conduct to be excessively brutish and uncivilized, the commander replied that he read this message to the troops who laughed at the concept that war can be conducted in a civilized and honorable affair.
Alas, this is a long letter, but a worthy warning to the savagery of our new enemies. May God be with us.
With love,
Emil Bauer
Yep, wanted to change it up a bit @Pilotmario
@Upquark The Teutons? Okay.
Ahh i see, HR inc has sold out to UQ engineering, and they have decided to side with this new army, not the pilotmarioans, but their enemy @Pilotmario
@Upquark Yes.
Remember how I said my military has millions of soldiers and thousands of planes, ships, tanks, and weapons? Yeah, these guys are much bigger by several magnitudes if we incorporate our Hellenic and Olympian allies.
@PINK These women fear nothing. As you read, they take on guys half their size, floor them, and then kill them with a melee weapon or their hands.
And this is the Teuton perspective. These countries do not represent my opinions at all, for if it did, I would be a very confused and indecisive individual.
@Pilotmario Well, much of our army is based on women . . . I see your point. However, we attempt to avoid close or guerrilla combat.
@PINK
The Pilotmarian soldiers in question are the from the elite 11th Mountain Infantry Division, comprising mostly of Paternian soldiers. To the Paternians, they do not feel that combat should be restrained, as restrained combat tends to lengthen the fight unnecessarily. The Paternians do not make distinction between gender or sex, although family lines are matrilineal in nature. The Paternians are known as quick and efficient fighters. Their martial arts style reflect this; matches last mere seconds and are won in one or two moves. However, they are very generous to prisoners of war.
The Teutons however, are highly patriarchal. Women have virtually no rights as an individual other than those afforded to her by her husband. They often marry between the ages of 16 and 28, when their bodies are considered "ripe". Wives are to bear as many children as possible, to the husband's discretion. Unmarried women older than 28 are considered "wasted".
In contrast, while Paternians do marry, they have very open relations, viewing sexual monogamy as restraining to nature's way. They can begin such relations at 18. While childbearing is considered important and pregnant women are spared from work, they are not pressured to have children, and many opt not to have any.
This cultural clash was evident during the first battles between the Teutonic Army's 112th Expeditionary Army and the 11th Mountain Infantry Division. Pilotmarian soldiers were surprised by the Teutonic's treatment of their wives (they brought them along to work on domestic duties in the camp), while the Teutons were surprised to see the Pilotmarians deploy women in the frontlines, and were taken aback by the fact they were just as aggressive as the men.
@PINK Did I do bad?
You may have just lost any support left inside the Northern Federation of Korea, good job humans!!!!!@Pilotmario
wow... so we have a new war of three / two nations?
@humangrenade Thanks!
legitimate wall of text good job
Wow