Codegease: Air and Land Warfare 1946

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"Still the same old routine: verbal warnings and persuasion to surrender, followed by the use of force as a last resort."

"Tsk tsk, come on, you incompetent commander, let me learn from you how the Germans do things, and then we should do things the future."

As he spoke, the count pulled another walkie-talkie from another pocket and handed it to him.

"Lieutenant Colonel, I would like you to convey a firing order to me."

……

"blyat... those bastards run fast and stay tight."

Looking towards the warehouse entrance in Kimizu City, Stasevich, along with his comrades and a group of police officers behind them, had essentially surrounded the area.

"I feel... they'll probably just do it voluntarily," a policeman muttered to himself. "Or should we just rush in and enforce the law?"

"Wait for orders, comrade, oh no, sir, I can only call you sir."

It was at this moment that Stasevich noticed someone approaching from behind with ill intentions.

"Hmm, not bad, looks like a good location."

“You…” Looking closer, he saw the German guy named Schreiber.

"Hey, hey, calm down, old Russian. How about we make a bet on how this group of thieves will end up?"

The sirens were still blaring among the houses when suddenly a long, imposing ship horn sounded from the distant sea.

"Huh? What's that?" Everyone climbed up to look around and discovered that two Britannian Navy destroyers were slowly approaching them. By the light of the lights, they could vaguely see the guns on the bows of the warships slowly turning towards the warehouse.

"Hello, Sheriff, this is the St. Valentine. Please evacuate the target building at least 200 meters away immediately."

At a command, just seconds after everyone had run away, a series of cannon booms came from the sea, and the warehouse was turned into a night fire that illuminated the dark sky under the successive bombardments.

Everyone stared speechlessly at the warehouse that had been buried with the criminals.

……

"Are you kidding me? Is it really necessary to treat criminals like this?" Stasevich thought to herself.

"This is a steal! It's way more impressive than the gallows!" Schreiber thought to himself.

……

“Was this really necessary…” Caronville gazed at the fireworks across Tokyo Bay. “And, does the next governor know that you’ve done this?”

"I don't know then. Oh right, it's not him, it's 'she'."

"she?"

"It is said that the person to take up the post will be Nunnally vi Britannia, who was finally found last year. Yes, you heard me right."

"What? Princess Nunnally? She is blind and has difficulty moving around. Can you guarantee her safety?"

"Is this something a pretty boy like you, about to go to District 45, should worry about?" The count came over and patted him on the shoulder. "Alright, let's go."

"What are you going for?"

"Hey, the Britannian navy is all on standby in Tokyo Bay. How far are we from sailing the ocean in District 45? Take a good look around our warships. Or you could go to District 45 and ask Her Highness Elizabeth if the harbor maintenance is complete. I think even though you're not very good at handling rebellions, at least Her Highness is quite fond of your strategic thinking, hahahahaha!"

Chapter 191, Section 261: Reaching a Consensus with Black (Part 1)

"Get out of the way! Don't let that Japanese bastard get away!"

In a club in the Tokyo concession, the sounds of a desperate escape could be heard everywhere—it all started with the group of armed soldiers who barged in.

"Useless, useless!" Schreiber, still speaking in his usual German, chased the bunny girl to the second-floor corridor. Seeing her about to jump out of the window to escape, he picked up the assault rifle slung across his chest and opened fire wildly, sending blood-stained glass and window frames crashing down.

Several German soldiers remained in the lobby on the first floor, watching the club to see if anything was amiss. They also glanced occasionally at the wealthy gentlemen who had been accidentally shot and fallen to the ground the moment the soldiers opened fire—good heavens, where did these soldiers come from, so bold? They almost accidentally killed some of their distinguished guests.

"Hey, are you alright, Uncle Sam?"

"No, no, look, there's no blood."

Clark was among them, dressed in a suit and shirt, being protected by two other middle-aged men under a pillar. It seemed that a German soldier had shot him in the leg earlier, and he had been covering that spot ever since, but his trousers were not red at all.

“Hmm…” Another German soldier leader was Gunther, who vaguely felt that Clark’s situation was very suspicious because there were indeed bullet holes in his trousers.

"What the hell are you looking at? Watch your eyes, soldier!"

"Oh, sorry, I just want to know how this gentleman managed to be shot but not bleed?"

"Insolence!" Gunther was about to crouch down to look at Clark's buried face when the man next to him pushed him away, but the man accidentally kicked Clark's shot leg.

He was even more surprised. The nobleman hadn't noticed, but he had clearly heard the sound coming from that leg...

……

"Ah, we will take responsibility for the friendly fire caused during our pursuit of the Black Knights members. However, there is something I would like to share with you, Lieutenant Colonel."

At this moment, they arrived at Caronville's office, where Gunther and Schreiber were reporting to the lieutenant colonel.

“During that time, we seemed to have injured a guest inside the club. I noticed that his leg didn’t seem to feel any pain, and it made a metallic sound when it was kicked.”

"Gold, a metal?"

"Yes, it seems to be the same colonel you met with yesterday, the one with the metal mechanical prosthetic leg. Most importantly, this guy's physique looks like he's been in the military, and there are marks on his hands from holding a gun, specifically a one-meter-long rifle like the ones used in our world."

"Are you sure it's a rifle and not a shotgun, soldier?" The lieutenant colonel rolled his eyes slightly. "I know the weapons in our two worlds are different, but at least our shotguns don't look too different from yours."

"But he gave me the feeling of a rich man, especially a rich amerikanische (German for American).

“Soldiers, your wars with the Americans and Russians ended in defeat. Besides, you previously confessed that you had lived in the United States. So, can you stop making up stories to cover up your crimes? I’m about to leave my post, so could you please give me some peace and quiet during my last few days?”

Gunther and Schreiber left hesitantly.

"Tch, these two Germans, really..." Caronville's heart skipped a beat as he suddenly realized something was wrong.

"An American, with a prosthetic leg, who's held a gun... My God..."

……

Meanwhile, Clark returned to his room and changed his trousers, which had been torn by a gunshot.

"Damn it... I almost forgot I was missing a leg..." I'd heard that those German soldiers were causing trouble in the Tokyo Concession, and today I almost slipped up. What if those German soldiers cause trouble again when I meet Davis and his group in the future? That would be terrible.

"Hello, sir." Just then, the doorbell rang, and the voices from down the mountain could be heard outside.

"Ah, come in."

"Excuse me for interrupting you." Yamashita carefully handed over a letter. "Today, one of our drivers received this while supplying goods to the military camp. It is meant to be given to you."

"Please sit down, please sit down." While unpacking the package, she gestured for him to sit down, telling him there was no need to leave in a hurry.

……,

"...There's something you need to be careful about, Clark. We've heard that the leadership of our armed security regiment is about to change, and what's worse, it seems that the higher-ups still quite admire the 'outstanding performance' of the Nazi bastards. I'm thinking that in the near future, the Germans will gain greater freedom of execution and command than we do. What will they do then? I think we've talked about before how the Gestapo deals with disobedient civilians in occupied territories."

"At that time, the Germans may very well become Britannia's tool for monitoring our American and Soviet surrendered prisoners of war, or even rise to become our direct superiors. So in the coming days, you must quickly come up with other, more covert ways to communicate with us..."

"Um, oh... may I go now, sir?"

"Sure, if you're just going to let it go like that."

"Ah? Sir, I..."

"Come here, Yamashita, I want to ask you a question. Lately, the TV has been showing news about people from Area 11 who support the Black Knights being executed in various ways... Of course, I won't go into the details about those reporters running around making a big story, but I have noticed that whenever you see this kind of news, you drop what you're doing, right?"

"Ah? I...sir, I'm sorry." Yamashita looked nervous.

"Relax, relax. I'm not here to send you to prison. Answer me, are you really keen to join the Black Knights' cause?"

"I, I didn't..."

“I’m serious, kid,” Clark said, slamming his pistol on the table. “Tell the truth, or I’ll shoot you.”

"I really don't want to..."

"Huh?" Then he raised the gun and pointed it at his forehead. At this point, did Shanxia have any other choice?

"Um...yes, I hope..."

"Come here, kid, I have a question for you: If I gave you a chance to meet ZERO face to face, would you want it?"

"See ZERO? For what purpose?"

"It could be for you, it could be for me, or it could be for all the Japanese people in Area 11."

"gentlemen……"

“Come here, kid, let me show you something.” With that, Clark pulled out a photo of the portal in the Tokyo Concession City Hall from the drawer and showed it to him.

"This is?"

"What all the residents of District 11 are talking about is something Britannia doesn't want to disclose to the public. Do you want to know where the Britannian troops who have been running around in the Tokyo Concession have gone? This is another world, and here are Britannia's enemies."

"Nani?"

"Now, down the mountain, can I ask you for a favor?"

Please? Uncle Sam has never used such polite language with him before.

"I have a few buddies in the military camp. I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to pass on messages to me through letters from now on. They are almost on par with ZERO, and they are equally capable of causing Britannia to collapse. I'll give you some photos of them later. Remember them well and don't let anyone else see them."

"what?"

"Oh, right, you can take this with you too. Like I said, only the two of us should know about its existence."

Besides the photos, Clark also gave him a booklet with the American and Soviet flags printed on the cover, and a note below indicating that it was compiled by a Britannian army.

"Sir, you wouldn't..."

“Go, child, and remember, the Black Knights are with us both.”

After leaving the mountain, Clark took out a new cell phone that had been sealed away for a long time from his drawer. Slowly, he saved the number of the person whose contact was saved as "Prince" from his old phone into the contact list of this plan, which belonged only to him.

Chapter 192, Section 262: Reaching a Consensus with Black (Part 2)

Today was another relaxing and enjoyable day at Ashford College.

"OK, Lelouch, come here." In the gymnasium, the teacher casually called over the boy who was passing by in an ordinary school uniform. "Hey, push this box of basketballs back."

"Huh? What? Teacher, our student council also..."

"Alright, alright, don't even think about running away." The teacher looked like he knew everything. "Do you think we teachers don't know how many times you've skipped PE class? In the second half of the semester, shouldn't you spend more time making up for your credits with that little body? You should work out your interest in reading and researching, or even just push a little cart around the campus."

"Uh... actually, teacher, you meant to say that I didn't meet the shooting standard in the last PE class..."

"So, on your way back with this box of basketballs, keep a close eye on these round, lumpy things inside, and think carefully about how to interpret the techniques of physical education lessons like solving a math problem, okay? Seriously..."

……

"Ugh, this is exhausting."

After parking the cart full of basketballs, I came out and wanted to check the time.

"Huh?" Coincidentally, the phone rang suddenly; it was an unfamiliar number.

"Hello? Who are you looking for?"

"Hi, Lelouch, oh no, Mr. Lelouch." A gloomy, hoarse male voice came from the phone.

"Are you sure you haven't got the wrong person?"

"Wrong person? You mean I might have to address you as 'Prince Lelouch'?"

"Do you need anything else? If not, sir, you should probably check if you've dialed the wrong number."

"In that case, I'd like to ask a question: Do you know that a new governor is about to take office in District 11? And do you know who the new governor is?"

"Ah, I'm not sure, I haven't heard anyone say that before." Lelouch's heart tightened, and he tried to calm himself down—because he knew the answer to that question.

"Then let me tell you in advance: Nunnally vi Britannia, you must know that this underage princess was found by the military during last year's Black Rebellion."

"Sir, if you're just randomly picking a number to chat with, please choose another one. I'm a student and I have to attend classes."

"Oh? So, Princess Nunnally has a biological brother, do you know him?"

"you!"

"And you might have a special connection with this young man's background and name: Lelouch vi Britannia, a prince who disappeared during Britannia's invasion of Japan in 2010, and was officially declared dead long ago. But since I'm calling you, surely all those official statements are just excuses, right? Oh, and by the way, would you like to help me guess if Nunnally misses her brother?"