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Vangmar

Soldiers disembark the ferries. They've been gracefully spared from destruction by Loreaun subs. The troops form ranks, their rifles again gleaming in the sun, the black boots in stark contrast with the salt plains. tanks and APC's like the M2 Bradley and the GTK Boxer also form ranks behind the infantry. The ferries, once finished landing troops, sail back to the Reich, Where they will trade places with more ferries, containing the next 200k infantry and armor.

A man in a black trench coat, pristine General's uniform, and peaked officer's cap, steps onto a makeshift platform created by several Non Commisioned Officers. The General begins to speak.

"Are my men all here?"

"Jawohl GeneralOberst Haus!"

"gut."

The General turns to face his men.

"Hello, my soldiers. Today, we have landed at the Imperial Possession of Vangmar. The salt fields between us and Jocospor stretch for miles. It will be a very, very exhausting journey. however, when we arrive I hope to be greeted by a UCC united front. Remember what purpose you serve in achieving this. you men are prepared for breaking through enemy lines. These vehicles behind you will help you do so. We shall march out to meet the enemy, and then we shall surround them. We shall push and continue pushing until we win this war. and trust me: we will win. and you fine men will help achieve this victory."

The soldiers shout in unison a reply to the General.

"Jawohl, Herr GeneralOberst Haus!"

The Soldiers set off into Vangmar, preparing march into the salt fields.

Hail the Confederation!
Heil das Reich!