Disclaimer: "Gate: Thus the JSDF fought there!" and "Girls und Panzer" don't belong to me, but to their respective authors. This is a translation of my original fanfic "GATE: Thus the tankery schools fought there!" and by no means I mean to have any monetary compensation by doing this (unless some amazing and idiotic dude saw this and thought he could gain money from it, though not likely).

The cover belongs to its author, whoever it is.

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Prologue

First Contact

Fields of Flanders
9:00 AM

A month had passed since Oorai's victory in the 63rd Sensha-do championship against Kuromorimine. Having ensured the survival of her school, Miho Nishizumi saw no need to confront another school in a tournament (though practices were welcomed by everyone due to the rising popularity of Oorai thanks to its impossible victory), but the Student Council's pressures (and her mother's claims to demonstrate the superiority of the Nishizumi style even abroad, even though she herself wasn't practicing it anymore) acted upon her and other important figures of the Japanese Sensha-do. Because of that, she was here: a confrontation in the fields of Flanders, in Europe, against european teams and academies. Luckily for her, she was not alone: most of the schools she had previously dealt with would fight side by side with Miho to support her at her mother's whims. That was why there was that great deployment of WWII tanks in front of their eyes: german, Panzers, M4 Shermans, Cromwells, Churchills, Jagdpanzers, among others. And the commanders should also not be forgotten: her sister Maho Nishizumi, Katyusha, Darjeeling and Kay, without forgetting others such as Erika, Pekoe and Alisa. All of them were with their best teams to face their new rivals.

They were currently formed in front of their new opponents: the european academies. Two british, three germans and three russian schools. The biggest difference between the two contestants was that europeans allowed men in their version of Sensha-do, and, on top of that, they also fought with infantry. In addition to the strange fact, between schools what varied where specializations, rather than countries, due to the mixed nature of the "sport" they played: there were infantry schools, tanks schools, and others, though most had a mix of them. Before starting the confrontation, both groups of different continents were faced to one another a long distance away from the grades were spectators sat during the opening ceremony of the tournament, which would begin with a full-scale mock duel during the day to later become a series of settled confrontations through Europe. And due to the honors that had be done, the students of the various academies were armed with live ammunition to fire the salvos of honor, among other things Miho chose to ignore. The only things worth listing in her list were both Yukari and the History and Automobile club's mouth watering while seeing the display of Second World War machinery.

While representatives of both the European Academies and Japan talked to each other to define the details of the upcoming competition and praise the quality of the other in mere show of formalities, the students that would be fighting between themselves were gathered at a few tables with food and drinks, to "socialize" among them, as their commanders put it. The truth was that, while there was some ease with Japanese commanders (which surprised them when they recognized it), most western european commanders were rather cold and not very keen on socialization. At the other side of the coin were the Russians who, in turn, were incredibly open and spoke at length with the japanese girls who dared to speak to them. British students, being their academies protected environments and with a strong culture of social class, lacked the experience of socializing with other people outside of their own life-style, while german ones were pretty asocial as they learned from the Russians. Japanese commanders also learned that in addition to the team commander, there were several sub-commanders who commanded the "companies," which in turn were the groups within the various academies.

"All right, form up at your tanks!" The voice of the chief japanese representative was heard, accompanied by its european counterparts. Commanders and crews alike went to their vehicles, while the infantry prepared their weapons for the honor salvos. The tanks aimed their guns at the sky, formed in several parallel rows one behind the other, while the infantrymen readied their weapons for the familiar procedure.

For this match, the Japanese had brought in most of the components of the teams that competed in the 63rd Sensha-do championship a little over a month ago. The Europeans, for their part, brought a large number of weapons (in the opinion of the Japanese, not familiar with their fighting style): half-tracks, assault rifles, submachine guns and bolt-action guns, light, medium and heavy tanks, grenades of all kinds and rocket launchers were the more common. There were also a few anti-tank rifles, though mostly from infantry-centered academies. Because of the sheer quantity and the fact that most of the vehicles present belonged to late-war models, the firepower present in that patch of land easily surpassed that of many japanese league battles, even among those of professional competitions. Japanese vehicles, among all the schools, accounted for a hundred and three tanks, while the Europeans amounted two hundred and thirty vehicles between tanks, half-tracks, and transports.

"Aim!" The various commanders ordered in their respective languages. Despite the linguistic differences, most of the students spoke basic English, so mutual understanding was at least possible. All the vehicles had raised their cannons. Those who could not, like tank destroyers of little elevation, were in the first row, so they only aimed their chassis and guns at the designated point in expectation of the firing order. Crews expected the fire order to arrive from the grades where the public was located.

But the fire order never came. Instead, the germans noticed that a commotion had originated in the distance, where both public and authorities were situated. European and Japanese commanders alike wasted no time to pull out their phones to call and find out what was going on. News were unclear, but a call from one of the authorities gave them all the information they needed for the moment.

"A strange door has appeared out of nowhere and Romans started to pour out of it like a freaking fountain... or at least I think they're Romans! They started to attack anyone at the scene, and they are massacring the public! There are thousands of them! Get away from here while you can, I repeat, get the hell away from here!"

After that, the call was suddenly cut off.

Even though the description of what was happening was bizarre to the point of it being weird and some students waved it off as some random Japanese fantasy, similar news in other calls and messages soon proved that indeed, something strange related to a gate and some "romans" was occurring and involved an attack to the members of the public.

A heavy silence fell on the students. Several thought about the options they had. Logical reasoning and orders told them to run away, safe from whatever was going on, and await instructions about what to do next. But others thought about their weapons, and that they should take advantage of them. The first to react were the Germans.

"All teams move to the grades area! Prepare all live ammunition you have and charge against the enemy! If they really are like romans, don't expect much opposition!" It was the orders of the commander of the Panzer Akademie of Munich. Immediately, most of the gray armored vehicles closed their hatches, except for the commanders' ones on the top from where platoon leaders peeked. "All units proceed with flanking and circling formation towards the enemy!" Was heard on the radio by all the german tankers.

"Light teams towards the flanks, you know what to do!"

"Medium teams advance through the center, when you arrive to the enemy open up to the sides!"

"Heavy teams in the rear, when the formation opens charge against the enemy!"

The German mechanized force came to life and began its movement towards the public area. The other schools and academies watched in amazement and disbelief at the reckless actions of their peers and, after a few long seconds, the Preußischen Akademie followed the example of its mechanized comrades and mobilized the sparse infantry they brought to an originally armored confrontation, lagging behind the already advanced armor. After them went the Iron Cross Akademie, with its versatile infantry marching behind or jumping on top of the chassis of its tanks and assault guns. A couple minutes later, the other academies emerged from their stupor and marched to the battle behind the tracks and boots of the gray uniforms, however, despite their actions, not all went with the same conviction. That same doubt was manifested in a fearful comment by Miho to a Russian commander.

"Aren't you afraid to go kill and face ... whatever's in there? You could die or something..."

"Well I don't know how is it there on Japan, but here in Europe the academies tend to be a kind of prior military service for those who want to experience military life before choosing what to do with their future, and as such they are sponsored by the army. For us, death will be just another part of our lives since the majority who graduate here enter the armed forces" he explained without taking his eyes off the road in a rather bored manner, like he wasn't approaching a soon-to-be battlefield.

"I-I see ..." replied the Japanese commander weakly, as the japanese-russian group approached a large conglomeration of armor and infantry that Miho supposed were the german and british academies.

All the students got together a few kilometers from the spectators' area, though there was still some uneasiness from the japanese girls. The commanders of the three german academies organized an emergency meeting with the rest of the leaders in short time.

"The situation is simple, yet hard" said the commander of the German Panzer Akademie, gesturing to get the attention of his peers. "We are planning to surround the area some four or five kilometers around the supposed position of this weird gate near the spectators, and from there start tightening the leash. Not only that, but we need more troops both to form the encirclement and to save the civilians still alive inside. Our own troops can barely form a half-assed barrier due to our short numbers."

"My men can handle the evacuation of civilians, even if we lack the firepower to deal with enemy infantry" the commander of the british infantry academy looked with a knowing wink at his peer at the british armored academy.

"I suppose that's where we come in," the latter said in turn, returning the gesture. "We have a couple of Firefly squads ready, plus a Cromwell squad and a Churchills squad ready to go."

"Perfect," the german commander's eyes flashed. "Then the British will be the heroes of the day and save the civilians while we get our hands dirty fighting the romans in the make-shift barrier" he commented sarcastically as he turned to the Russian commanders in the middle of the laughter of the officers. "Can I trust you to help reinforce the encirclement?" The Russian trio nodded without delay, stopping their laugh. "That's double perfect." Everything seemed set and ready to go, but a surprise comment pushed them off their confidence.

"And what about us?" Asked an indignant Erika Itsumi, surprising both the european and japanese groups. Maho silenced her with a gesture while waiting for an answer, slightly nervous at the possible attitude of the locals who seemed to be a lot better than them dealing with the current developments.

The Panzer Akademie commander looked at them as if he just noticed their presence. "You? Mmm..." He took his hand to his chin thoughtfully as he looked at a map of the area, absently speaking.

"Move inside the encirclement and distract the enemy, rescue civilians and do a bit of everything. Organize yourself into teams and move together according to it. Try to always call for a british team if you need help. From what some advanced teams have been able to verify, these... savages are fucking suicidal to attack our vehicles. Remember that the best weapon right now is technology and timing. That would be all, good luck and Godspeed" was the speech of the German commander. The message was clear: Distract them while we work.

"Fine," Maho muttered under his breath before retiring, accompanied by her fellow school Sensha-do nationals. The ten Japanese commanders returned with their teams and began organizing platoons based on the capabilities of the tanks. The downside was, that they could only be properly evaluated among their own schools. There were still grudges that dated back to even before the championship, after all, and many lacked information of other teams capabilities. Oorai lacked much of these problems, as they were a small school that could act on its own. As such, Miho's team was one of the first ready to go, and consisted of teams Anglerfish, Duck, Rabbit and Anteater.

The hundred Japanese tanks formed varied and diverse teams, some of which would remain in a "reserve," consisting essentially of those that were adamant on not being able to engage someone in actual, lethal combat. The rest of the eastern tankers went into the area slowly being encircled by the German and Russian teams. Likewise, the British interned their own troops in search of the missing civilians.

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30 minutes later...

Miho was leading the "Oorai 1" platoon through the empty "battlefield," even though the phantom sound of gunfire could be heard in the distance. Despite not having found an enemy yet, the corpses of spectators and the occasional legionary-clad body kept appearing along the way. The scene kept reminding him of the Russian commander's response:

'For us death will be just another part of our lives.'

So deep in thought was she going, that she didn't notice that her crew was calling for her until Yukari started pulling her sleeve, pointing at her radio operator. Coming back to reality, Miho faced her friend in the bottom of the tank.

"What happened, Saori?"

"Nekota's team asks for help! She says they're surrounded and can't escape!"

"Why don't they shoot their way out? They should be able to escape inside the tank, not to mention outpace any person on foot..."

"She says her team is too scared to do anything! The romans have been hitting the hatches for quite some time... I can even hear them from here!"

Miho weighed the situation in a second. "Let's go get them immediately!"

"Mako, you heard it! Press down that accelerator! - The aforementioned only issued her typical short complaint before pressing the throttle on the WWII vehicle.

After a while and meeting with the "Rabbit" team, the group of two tanks reached the base of a small hill. At the top were two tanks: the Type 3 Chi-Nu and the Type 89B, both from their school. No one else was seen in the vicinity.

"It seems that they are fine..." Saori sighed, relaxing in her seat.

"Something's not right..." Miho muttered under her breath, analyzing the scene. Her years of experience in tank duels under her mother's training had sharpened her instincts, which she was grateful for, despite the hardships, as it allowed her to overcome a lof of difficulties in her tank matches. "Saori, try to communicate with them. Everything is too quiet. Tell Rabbit to stand by as well while we investigate."

"Oh, Miporin, you are too stressed by the situation. You should calm down a little." Despite her words, Miho could not be calm. Something told her she shouldn't.

"I insist, contact them."

"As you say" Saori muttered dejectedly. "Noriko, Nekota, talk. Miho wants to make sure that you are okay." A few long seconds passed by, in which Saori's face became increasingly pale as the rest of the crew looked at her with worry. "Noriko, Nekota, please answer." A few more seconds passed again, before Saori turned to Miho.

"They do not respond" she informed with a trembling voice. Miho immediately thought the worst, but his own optimism made him believe that everything was fine. It was surely an error on the signal.

"I'll go outside to check the radio, wait for me here" was her order before opening the hatch and peering out. But as he did, the freshman group at the M3 Lee let their emotions out and, opening all their hatches to peek out as much as possible, rushed the tank to meet both Japanese tanks.

"NO!" Shouted Miho. But it was too late.

The damage was already done.

As soon as the tank of American origin approached the other Oorai tanks, a large number of soldiers dressed as Roman legionaries came out of nowhere and surrounded the vehicle. Miho tried to say something, but his screams fell on deaf ears as the legionaries pulled their six occupants out of the tank through their open hatchets and proceeded to kill them right there on the spot. Not content with that, they tore their clothes and started raping them right there, as if nothing had happened. And they laughed. They laughed as if there was nothing wrong, as if it were the most normal thing in the world and that was just one more day-to-day occurrence.

Very deep into Miho's consciousness, within what was his common sense, something cracked.

The young commander's expression turned empty, emotionless, like an automaton. Pulling out an MP 40 from the tank crew, a weapon she shouldn't have but was given to her due to the intercontinental tournament in which she was going to participate, she slipped out of the tank with a thud. Slowly approaching like a cat to its prey, she closed the distance with the "party" that the Romans had with the corpses of their companions. When she got behind one of them, she poked his shoulder, making him turn his head with the word pleasure written on his face.

His expression froze when he saw the cold smile that Miho gave him. She just tilted her head slightly to the side and pulled the trigger. Blood, bone, brain mass, and muscles exploded from the legionnaire's head and scattered across the floor, the tank chassis, and the chestnuts uniform.

Reacting, the legionnaires swooped down on Miho, a face of fury and rage for their fallen companion. She just laughed and shot the nearest one, killing him with an accurate shot to the head. The legionary who was behind was paralyzed by the frighto of the sudden death of his comrade, giving Miho the advantage to give him four shots in the chest, killing him. The rest of the legionaries opened in a pincer maneuver, surrounding her. Miho moved on her feet and spun around, shooting whatever crossed her sights at point-blank range. Ten more attackers fell dead before the magazine was emptied. And Miho was laughing. An innocent laugh surrounded by blood and death, a vivid representation of how cruel and ruthless war in sanity could be is lost before life.

She tossed the empty magazine aside and loaded a new one. A roman took out a bow and shot an arrow that grazed her cheek. In exchange, he received five bullets all the way up from her chest to his head. Another legionnaire raised his sword to attack her heart, but an accurate elbow to the ribs caused the attack to deflect and only grazed her left arm. Miho finished him off with three shots to the chest. A couple more threw a few rocks, trying to stun her, but all they got was half a dozen bullets each. The last three attackers tried to attack her from behind, but Miho tripped one and shot another with four shots to the chest and one to the head in an ascending fashion. Firing a shot in the leg to immobilize one on the ground, she turned to the other legionary. The latter had drawn a knife and a sword and was running towards the young commander. Miho shot him in the leg, followed by one in the groin. When the Roman leaned over and fell to the ground in pain, the chestnut landed two more shots to his head, killing him on the spot and sprinkling her once more with blood. With that appearance, Miho turned to the paralyzed legionnaire on the ground.

He was paralyzed with fear, begging for what seemed like mercy with words unknown to her. Miho only gave him an icy look of death.

"Can you return my friends?" She asked, her voice devoid of emotion before the wounded legionary flailing on the ground. "I guess not," she answered herself, before shooting him in the head with the last shot of her magazine.

She sighed, examining the pile of corpses around him.

"Wait a minute" she thought as she felt the effects of adrenaline go away. "I counted more than this..."

Suddenly, a scream sounded. A battle cry mixed with the pain of losing his companions and brothers in arms. Miho did not have to turn around to know that it was another legionnaire behind her, slightly to her right. She made no move to move, either way she wouldn't be able to do it in time. She didn't even deign to close her eyes, thinking about what he had done and wondering if it was true or false that his life passed before one's eyes before death.

A shot rang out behind her, but this time to her left. Then the characteristic thud of a body falling to the ground was heard behind her. Turning his head, she found one of the German officers holding a Walther P38. Miho fell to his knees, under the pressure of almost having died and what she had just done. The officer held out a hand that she accepted after half a second of internal hesitation.

"Thank you."

"Don't thank me yet," he replied as he offered her another pistol. "We're not safe yet. And this may sound offensive or selfish, but I would prefer you to collapse emotionally when everything is over. There are still enemies here."

A hundred meters from the hill an enemy mass appeared, more than a hundred legionaries in sight. From behind his lines and at a respectable distance, a person who clearly could not be so large and massive by human standards unless he had trained since he was a child found himself shouting orders to the strange Romans. When the legionaries started to climb the hill at a slow pace, a Russian officer came out of nowhere and got into a fight with this big human with... a shovel? Upon seeing the scene, the German officer sighed before muttering an insult under his breath.

"Do you know him?" Miho asked, curious to see his reaction to the foolish student.

"Unfortunately," he replied. "I can describe him as crazy and stupid if that description helps you. To avoid complications, let us leave it at that."

"... all right...?" Miho replied, unsure.

"At least his intervention will keep their leader from giving instructions. Now, returning to our situation" the german student caught her attention raising his finger. "These... animals, to put it somehow" his finger shifted to point to the legionaries who were advancing on their way. "They are some damned fanatics. No matter how many we kill, they keep going. They have their confidence rooted deep inside their minds." He directed his gaze to the eastern commander of the Panzer IV. "Needless to say... that we probably won't get out of this alive."

"So..." the Japanese spoke, trying to think as she supposed the European did. "Let's try to get out alive... or take as many as we can with us."

The officer smiles. "I like your attitude... do tell me, what was your name again?" Asked the German while outlining a slight smile and readying his weapon.

"Miho Nishizumi."

"Karl Schmidt."

"It seems that a brief friendship begins here."

"Friendship or a brief one I do not know, but I can assure you..." he pointed out to the Romans, who were starting to come closer due to the shorter terrain "...it will be expensive for them."

Both placed themselves at the highest point of the hill, back to back. Karl passed her a German hand grenade.

"You may need it."

Each throwing his grenade down the hill, they took down the first dozen enemies. Aiming their weapons, they began to shoot lead onto the human mass that was beginning to approach them with each second. Each shot found a human destiny, some even two.

"I'm out!" Miho exclaimed when she ran out of ammunition, remembering what the soldiers said in the war movies she had seen.

"Last mag!" Karl replied as he passed her the magazine, to then shift his gaze straight ahead. - Aim for the leaders and runners!

Setting down the most advanced, both soon ran out of bullets to use. Pulling out a knife, Karl handed it to Miho.

"I didn't know that commanders in a simulated combat could carry real knives" Miho commented, giving him a quick glance. The Romans had stopped momentarily, apparently frightened by the effect bullets had on their ranks and the fact that many of their leaders had gone down with holes in their bodies.

"Because they don't. That's my personal knife."

"And what about you? You are unarmed."

"Anything can be a weapon if it's well used," he replied, taking a pen from a pocket of his uniform.

The crowd of Romans summed up their approach to the pair of students at the top of the hill. When the distance between them was as short as a couple dozen meters, salvation came for the two teenagers.

"MIPORIIIIIN!"

A Panzer IV Ausf. H jumped out of nowhere and positioned himself in front of the surrounded pair, firing its 75mm cannon and MG 34 machine guns. Saori was leaning out of the upper hatch.

"Saori..." Miho muttered happily, feeling relieved.

The mass of attackers stopped their attack for a few moments, confused, then continued to charge. However, a few seconds later another tank appeared: a Panzer V Panther that, like the previous tank, arrived spreading lead. After it came a Panzer VI Tigerand an IS-2. The four tanks formed an iron perimeter around the pair on foot, chasing away the now terrified attackers who were quickly and brutally reduced in number. When all the enemies had withdrawn, Saori jumped out of her tank to hug Miho, who tremblingly returned the gesture. A blonde girl came out of the Panther and addressed the German officer, to whom she gave a pair of magazines for his gun. From the Tiger came Maho, who as soon as he saw his sister ran to hug her.

"Onee-chan ...?"

"Sshh ... silence, Miho. It's my fault" she silenced her with a finger on her lips. "My fault for not being with you. For not protecting your peers. For allowing them to hurt you. For leaving you alone." Unlike the serious expression she always wore, Maho had at the moment an expression of pain and relief. She was well known for being overprotective with her little sister and seeing her agitated and hurt as she was now was only making her feel guilty for not being with her. Recovering his serious expression after a few seconds, Maho addressed the blond German officer who was talking to the female soldier who came out of the Panther.

"Thanks for taking care of Miho," he said, before bowing.

"Don't think about it, although I would say that you should give her a gun. She'll need it from now on."

"Why?" Asked the older chestnut, confused.

"Academy leaders will not miss an opportunity like this. We will most likely go to war."

"Explain yourself," Maho ordered, confused but still keeping herself together.

"First of all, the current situation." He started to enumerate with his fingers. "There are three facts to highlight. First: if what they told over the radio is true, then the eastern side of the encirclement ran into what appears to be a strange door of apparently ancient architecture, from which these legionaries seem to emerge. Second, although the perimeter has an irregular shape, most units and teams are about two to three kilometers away from the spectator's area, which is why the orders are changing from containing the enemy to full offensive. Third, the fact that they have hierarchy and technology similar to that of the Roman era but speak a language apparently unknown to us has led to theories that it is a door to another world. A world with ancient technology, perfect for students at military academies to put everything they learn about war into practice and whose military we are currently defeating without large, if with any, casualties. Do you understand why I say they won't let it go?" Maho nodded at each point, then opened his eyes in realization.

"Will they send us... to fight a war?" She asked in a quiet voice. The German officer shrugged.

"At least to us. You will probably be free to choose whatever you want. Until we see again" with a short nod he said goodbye to the group, before heading towards Miho, retrieving his knife and giving her a clip. "Keep the gun. Now it's yours" he addressed the rest of the group while climbing the Panther. "Remember that it's still not safe. The encirclement troops should arrive shortly, but I suggest you stay inside your vehicles for precaution."

"Da," said a Russian officer who came out of nowhere in affirmation. His uniform was red with the blood of others, in one hand he carried a shovel and in the other the head of the disproportionate human who was shouting orders at the bottom of the hill. Most of the group frightened at the sight, while the Germans sighed, and Miho thought that the officer's statement saying that the russian was crazy held some kind of truth.

"All set, Comrade Captain," said a white-haired man leaning out of the IS-2.

"Very good comrade sergeant," replied the Russian officer as he climbed into his tank.

"Hey, subhuman" the German caught his attention as he entered the tank. "Let it be clear to you that I am in command. That we have the same official rank doesn't mean that we have the same command power, especially when shit royally hits the fan like now. Verstanden?"

"Yes, yes, whatever you say, you attempt of a Nazi" the russian replied tiredly while squeezing blood from his clothes and murmuring the last part. "I'm going behind you" he turned his head towards the western side of the hill as he said those words. "Although... the cavalry is already here."

Karl wasted no time. Turning on his radio, he called the incoming troops "This is Hauptmann Karl Schmidt. I request for the identification of those who make up the group that is approaching my position from the west of the hill I'm in, over."

"Herr Hauptmann, the group is made of a medium German team, a Russian half-track and two motorized German infantry platoons with two StuG IV. I'm currently in one of them."

"What team is it? Is it from the Panzer Akademie?"

"Affirmative to the last one. Regarding the team, uhm... team four, over."

The German commander's eyes flashed. "Tell them that their commander is here and to contact me" there was a brief pause accompanied by some background noise before communication returned.

"Herr hauptmann, I'm glad to see you alive. It seems that not many will be able to say the same after today" a tank commander cruelly joked.

"Make a joke like that again on the open radio channel and you will know what 45 tons of German engineering above you are. Did you understand?" The silence on the radio was all the answer he needed. As the Panther and IS-2 joined most of the approaching German armor, Miho and the rest were picked up by the rest of those coming from the west. At that moment, the radio went alive again.

"To anyone on this net, we need help! Quick! Is there someone?! Anyone! We need help, damnit, and we need it now! ... Oh shit!"

"Here's Hauptmann Schmidt, report of what the hell is going on."

"Shit, finally someone picks up the radio! This is British Lt. Spencer! We are at coordinates Lima-Echo-36-94! /Break/ We have a group of civilians and two Fireflies to protect us, but the enemy outnumbers and surrounds us by far! We need help to ..." static was heard for a moment, then the voice came back "Stay away from the fucking radio ...!" Gunshots were heard and then the line died. The German officer turned to his men.

"Attention, team 4! Time to show those damned Romans why the Blitzkrieg was feared across Europe! Für das Vaterland!" Saying those words, the group of German tanks rushed out, leaving behind the IS-2 which, seeing itself abandoned by the person who had assumed command, went its own way escorted by the russian half-track. Soon Miho and the others resumed their journey east, toward the source of all the issue.

Along the way they found only destruction and corpses, both Roman and civilian. As the fence made of the european academics was tightened, they found other European and Japanese groups, with whom they joined. When they were only 1 kilometer from the public place, they ran into the German armored group that had previously left them behind, from which had dismounted the mechanized infantry and had surrounded a group of Romans who had their hands up. When one of them attempted to escape, he was shot in the head by a panzer commander, who hit him from the hatch of his tank. Most of the members of the European academies treated the Romans violently, regardless of whether they surrendered or not. In another group of surrounded Romans there were about two hundred legionaries. A group led by what appeared to be an officer charged at the tanks and machine guns. The attempt only allowed the Germans around them to tighten the fence and eliminate half the group in seconds. The Roman commander himself was wounded and left at the mercy of the Europeans. An officer approached him, weapon in hand.

"Any last words?"

The legionary spoke an unknown language, only to later take out a dagger and fail to stab the officer.

"I see..."

He aimed and shot him on the head with pinpoint precision, leaving the face of the primitive commander with an expression that mixed surprise and horror. His death only served to make survivors of his group drop their weapons and raise their hands in surrender.

In the distance the group could see various groups of prisoners in which the same history of violence and abuse was repeated. Beyond these groups was a door of strange architecture. The cause of so many deaths, and where the few Romans who were still alive and who did not fall prisoners fled. At this vision of the field full of blood, many of the Japanese women began to cry, remembering the crews killed in combat and the violence that ensued. Only after the Belgian army arrived and the rigorous counts were made were the losses known: the Japanese crews had 53 students dead, all of them due to the hatches of their tanks being forced, probably by surprise attacks and lack of preparations. For their part, the Europeans had 24 deaths, all of them belonging to the infantry and victims for the most part from arrows. On the spectators and authorities side, there were a total of nearly twenty-five thousand deaths and nearly one thousand missing, with a total of approximately forty thousand plus the Sensha-do delegation escaping, many injured. On the part of the attackers, there were about 53,000 dead and a thousand prisoners. Something that strange many, and further reinforced theories about the parallel world, was that among the corpses there were creatures similar to orcs and other creatures that should only exist in mythology, who numbered several hundred more. Blue dragon corpses were also found, about the size of a light tank the most, and tougher than most armor (although it still did not withstand a shot from the German and Soviet heavy cannons).

That day, remembered as a black day in european history, would give way to a time of exploits and adventures, as well as of dark exploits that were best left forgotten.

"Herr Hauptmann" a member of his crew caught his attention as they rested on the hull of the tank, watching the Belgian army act. "Do you think this will create a diplomatic chaos?"

"... no" he replied, after a few seconds of thought, putting on his officer's cap that was resting on his lap. "This will create a war."

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Hello and greetings to all the people reading this, both to the ones that already read the original fanfic is Spanish and to those that are stumbling on it for the first time. My name is RedSS (great, captain obvious) and this is just as it says: a translation of my crossover of GATE and GuP. I hope all of you enjoy this rather strange story that I started to write almost 4 years ago.

On a side note, a couple of notes to take advice from:

First, while I'll try to update and upgrade it, the first chapter of the fanfic will be rather similar to the GATE canon and the middle part (specially chapters 9-10) tend to be rather weak.

On a second note, this translation will be a kind of mid-effort one: google page translator will provide the heavy bulk, and I will proof-read, fix, and add things to the story while checking it. Probably in later chapters I will go full translation myself, but I suspect heavily that I lack the skill in fluent English to do that. If you have any problem with this method, write it so if enough people support it, I change to full translation myself.

Third, this was written a little after der Film was originally aired, so many of the "new" schools and info available weren't there yet (or weren't canon). This doesn't influence much as the main school is Oorai either way, but this way you know about it.

Also, writing this after probably poorly proof-reading this prologue, damn this took both time and patience. May God spare me (not really, he would be pretty pissed off at me for reasons I probably forgot).

EDIT: as of Chapter 3 I'm using Drive's Documents to write this translation/improvement, so you can expect some better quality. Thanks to a few other reasons (better backstory, the story already finished so I can put hints in earlier chapters of important events, some people to help me with the military things), the overall quality of the fanfic will improve a lot. Some details were already corrected in chapters 1 and 2.

And yeah, if this prologue hasn't given you any hint of it, this story is not following the happy narrative of the Girls und Panzer anime (it will mostly go down with GATE related themes). To be honest, I only chose that universe since it made the military academies more plausible. But Red, why use military schools instead of actual armies? Because it allows more leeway with things and also because I was like in 10th grade when I started this.

Now, with that said, I hope you like the fanfic (again) and leave a review (or don't).

Either way, see ya,
RedSS.