WONDERBOLT ACADEMY, AIR FIELD
"Thunderbolts, I'm your leader." Jacob said as he assembled a team of pegasus. "Our mission will be covering the bomber squadron while they bombard the German panzer platoons. Remember to stay in formation, do not engage unless the enemies attacked first. Our main goal is too protect the bombers. Understood?"
"Yes sir!" They said in union.
"Good, now get your flanks on the Spitfires!" Jacob smirked. Already he liked this squadron.
The Thunderbolt squadron were ready to take off, their engines smoking, their propellers spinning. A soldier with a signal flag came next to the run-ways. He raised the flag, signaled the Thunderbolts to be ready, then, he dropped it.
"Alright, Thunderbolts, on me." Jacob said through the radio as he pushed the throttles wide open. His Spitfire begin to move forwards, faster and faster. Then it slowly took off from the ground. Jacob closed his landing gears, he then grabbed the radio, "Thunderbolt follow me."
One by one, Spitfires took off and got into cruise formation behind Jacob's plane.
Captain Spitfire's squadron were called Silverbolt, and Soarin's is called Lightingbolt. Both squadron were side by side with Jacob's.
"Where's the bombers?" Spitfire asked.
Soarin checked his watch, "We're 10 minutes earlier than the bombers. Think they went on without us."
Jacob glanced through the window, he caught 15 middle-sized planes with RAF marks on them. He immediately spoke through the radio.
"Attension Lightingbolt and Silverbolt, there they are, 10 o'clock low." he said.
"I'll go to their leader, show' em we're friendlies." Spitfire said as she tiled her plane and went towards the bombers.
Meanwhile, on one of the bombers, a tail gunner spotted a plane coming into view, a fighter.
"6 o'clock! Bandit coming in fast!" The pegasus yelled, "On your guns!"
Immediately the gunners got on their machine guns and loaded them up. They glanced nervously through the skies around them.
"Hold your fire," the cop-pilot said as he got out his binoculars, "It's a Spitfire. Hold on, that's Captain Spitfire."
The gunners sighed in relief.
Spitfire, waved at the bomber pilots through the cockpit, then she received an affirmative nod from them. Spitfire then flew back to her squadron, "Confirmed." she spoke through the radio.
"Alright, get into formations." Jacob ordered as the three squadrons each guards a side of the bomber platoon.
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Meanwhile, in the trench, the soldiers were all tense, but not scared, instead they felt proud to serve their country. Gallus glanced at his fellow men and colts.
"Say, Jacob's speech worked too well." he said to Smolder.
Jacob made Gallus the commander of the newly developed 1st Equestrian rifle platoon and the 12th heavy fire platoon, while Smolder is the second in command. Silverstream leads an assault squad that will sneak behind the enemy line and ambush them, their signal will the the bombardment by their bombers. Sandbar, using the finger glove Ocellus built for him, became an sniper, while Ocellus and Yona worked as combat medics.
"Remember, we have to hold this trench at all cost," Gallus said, "behind us is Canterlot, we'll keep the German away far as possible. Until the bombers arrives, we hold this place, understood?"
"Yes sir!" they shout.
Suddenly, they heard screaming up in the air, louder and louder. Gallus looked up and saw what's the source: Five German planes were diving down, aiming towards their trench. A loud, terrifying scream was heard all over. Gallus's eyes widened in horror when he saw what's attached to the dive-bomber---- a 500 pounds bomb.
"STUKAS!!!" he yelled, "TAKE COVER!!!"
Just as he yelled, a bomb landed a few feet from him. It erupted, spreading shards everywhere. BOOM!!! That send a few colts and men flying.
BOOM!!! BOOM!!! BOOM!!!
A few more bombs hit and lighted up the trench. Many body parts were thrown in the air, leaving lifeless bodies in the trench. Creatures were getting tossed around like dolls. Gallus and the others hid under the trench, covering their heads.
For once in their live they are scared, like REALLY scared. Especially that terrifying sound the Stukas made while dive-bombing, it send chills all over them. Gallus heard Jacob talking about the Ju-87 Stukas a lot. He told them that whenever you hear that siren you better hide. Cause what's coming next is not so sweet.
Now he understood.
"FUCK!!!" he heard an soldier cried, "WHERE ARE OUR AIR BOYS?!"
Gallus picked up the radio and switched it to the Air Force level. He got the speaker to his beak and yelled.
"This is the 1st Equestrian Rifle Platoon and the 12th Heavy Fire platoon commander Gallus speaking!"
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JACOB'S SQUADRON
"I wonder how Gallus is doing down there." Jacob sighed, "Wish I can be with him."
"You trend him well," Spitfire spoke through the radio, "I'm sure everything is fin---"
Her voice was cut off by a sudden radio out burst, "This is the 1st Equestrian Rifle Platoon and the 12th Heavy Fire platoon commander Gallus speaking!"
"Or not." Spitfire gulped, she suddenly had a bad feeling.
"This is Captain Jacob of the 1st Equestrian Air platoon," Jacob said, "What's your status?"
"We request air support immediately!" Gallus's said, in the background Jacob can hear these Stuka screams. Another loud explosion. "HURRY UP!!! THESE STUKAS ARE TEARING US APART!!! GALLUS OUT!"
Then all Jacob can hear was radio screech.
"Fuck." he muttered.
"Captain, is something wrong?" Spitfire asked.
"Gallus and his forces were getting pinned by the Stukas," Jacob said, "I'll divide our platoon up; Spitfire and Soarin, your platoon will guard the bombers; My platoon will handle the stukas, understood?"
"Aye." Soarin replied as he and Spitfire led their platoon and changed formation. Still guarding the bomber platoon. Jacob led his squadron and changed direction, flying towards Gallus's trench.
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The Stukas started to spray bullets after they finished bombarding the trench, Gallus have to stick close to the r=trech as close as possible to avoid gettin hit by the bullets. They lost few men and colt during the bombardment and the rain of bullets.
"GOD DAMN IT!!!" Smolder snarled, "WHERE"S JACOB?"
"He should be coming!" Gallus replied, "I call for air support, but I don't----"
BOOM!!!! CRASH!!!
Suddenly, a Stuka was ignited and exploded in the mid-air. That both surprised and confused the troopers. They don't have any AA guns; they're all at Canterlot. No AA guns, Stukas don't just blow up in the air, that means...
Another explosion and the second Stuka's down. 10 familiar Spitfires zoomed pass their trench from the clouds above. They have bright yellow tails, the squadron leader is awfully familiar.
"IT'S OUR AIR BOYS!!!" a soldier exclaimed, "THEY'RE HERE!!!"
"JACOB!!!" Smolder exclaimed.
Jacob's Spitfire was on the tail of a Stuka, the Stuka's gunner was firing at the Spitfire, but the aim is horrible. Jacob's Spitfire fired off a few rounds, the Stuka started to smoke. Another spray ended the Stuka in a massive fireball, no ejection spotted.
Jacob did a low pass near the trench, Gallus swore he saw Jacob saluting him.
"YEAH!!! NOW THAT'S HOW IT'S DONE!!!!" He exclaimed.
After a few minuets of dogfighting, the remaining Stukas were wiped out, "Mission complete, Gallus, the rest is all yours." Jacob spoke through the radio before lifting off into the clouds and disappeared.
The troops cheered. But Gallus was not, "GUYS!!! SETTLE DOWN!!!" he yelled, shutting everyone up, "Don't celebrate too soon yet, cause we got companies." he said while pointing to the other side of the battlefield.
German tanks, warplanes, and SS troops were gathering, preparing to launch an deadly assault.
Gallus sighed, he knew this is coming. The bombing is only the beginning.
The real battle was in front of them. Door to Hell had opened, the Battle for Canterlot has officially begun.