Chapter 17: The Russys have Come.

AN: Hello Ladies and Gentlemen, I came here to declare that the voting for the future name of Dacia is over.

With a Great victory, the Imperium won! Just seeing that made me want to commit an Extermination on some planet.

Another thing I came to declare is that I will be creating another fanfic BUT DON'T PANIC.

The Fanfic that I'm going to create is just to take out the ideas that are hammering in my head, I'll always prioritize Youjo Senki, if there's a chapter for another fanfic, you can be sure that there will be a chapter for Youjo Senki, first comes this fanfic and then the other.

I will not and will never abandon this here, my duty prevents me, anyway, that was all, now the Ladies and Gentlemen can read this chapter and get your Social Credits for today.

The chapter is short because when I got back home a little while ago, I had to pay some bills, in addition to buying some things at the Market and going to my Dentist.

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3rd Pov

In one of the Military Camps created for the Royal Dacian Army, intensive training was taking place with recruits.

"97...98...99...100" Counted a young recruit while doing push-ups and sweating a lot.

All recruits were going through an unprecedented hellish time, these young men would be the guiding arms of the Dacian War Machine in the future, so the best was demanded of them.

Most of the recruits were men from the villages and towns of the interior, hardworking men who were used to waking up early to work hard, whether in the fields or at other work, so they managed to get used to military conditions better.

But also men came from the cities, who were less prepared for the conditions, so they had a more difficult time than the others, but they were still determined.

"MOVE MAGGOTS OR I WILL PUT A BULLET IN THE MIDDLE OF YOUR ASS" Shouted an Officer as he looked at the recruits who were walking around the camp.

In a Military Camp building, some men in Royal Guard Officers' Uniforms were talking to each other while smoking.

"How have the recruits been under your command?" Asked one of the Officers as he took a drag on his cigarette.

"Well, I was lucky to get recruits that came from the countryside, they are hard workers" Said the other Officer as he placed his finished cigarette in the ashtray in front of him.

"I understand that some Officers will be coming to help us deal with the recruits, thus ensuring that we have less of a workload" Said another Officer as he sipped some coffee.

Hearing this, the rest of the Officers heaved a sigh of relief, they wouldn't be able to handle such a workload alone for much longer.

"The problem is... they are Russy Exiles" Said the Officer who was drinking coffee with a certain concern on his face, which was followed by the others.

'Oh, God...I feel sorry for the soldiers' That was the thought of the majority as sweat began to drip from their foreheads.

All Officers present know that the Russy Exiles were different from before the Tsardom fell, most of the surviving Generals and Aristocrats have become bloodthirsty, extremely vengeful people with hatred in their hearts.

Because of this, the White Russy Officers were totally rigid with the soldiers, cases were also heard where a White Russy Officer killed one of their soldiers for being considered a possible burden on the Battlefield against the Reds in the future.

While the Dacian Officers were praying for the good of the soldiers, a carriage that was being protected by some Cossacks was making its way to their camp.

In the carriage were several old men, they wore Tsardom Russy uniforms, with several medals on their chests, and the expressions of both were extremely serious.

"I hope those soldiers from Dacia were worth training" Said one of the men inside the carriage.

He had white skin, with some wrinkles on his face, blue eyes, white hair, and a mustache, in addition to being thin.

This was Tataurov Dmitrievich Loktev, a Russy Exiled Officer who was one of the first to follow the Russy Aristocracy when the resistance he formed began to fail, so to protect his life and the men who followed him, they fled so they could fight another day and liberate Motherland.

Facing him was a younger man, in his 40s, this man had short black hair, brown eyes, pale white skin, slightly overweight and clean-shaven.

That man was Fammus Victorovich Yakov, a Cossack of Noble Descent, he would be there to help create a capable Armored Force, being recommended by Alexander himself to Johan.

Yakov always believed that a Mobile Force would be decisive for future battlefields, as such he was an enthusiast of the Cossack Cavalry, however, when the Communists took over the power and he fled with his family, he had the chance to meet the Imperial Tanks during his stay in the Empire.

It was then that he began to advocate for the use of Armored Forces by the Liberation Army, with Alexander quite enjoying it as he knew that to liberate Motherland they would need Speed and Endurance, something that Tanks have.