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War is nature, for it is inevitable in its arrival, as much as the rain, snow, and sun are inevitable in their coming. As much as the moon and the stars are inevitable in their ascent and descent.

War is what has brought you to where you are today.

Is it a time of fantastic events and mighty powers colliding. You are Oberst Hans Landa, a civil engineer for the Third Reich, dispatched via magical gate to a new world. A world of monsters, magic, and feudal empires. Supplied with men and fuel and bullets and wits, you have slowly built yourself an impressive facility, and have been promptly rewarded with an abundance of men and armor, some of it experimental in nature.

However, you have found yourself in an interesting situation. Having repelled the arrogant child Baron Farnsworth and his army, you find your forces eager to go on the offensive, the Baron's arrogance leading him to demand that you surrender your magical materials and integrate within his dominion.

Your response was brutal, and even several days later the stench of death lingers, the soil freshly turned from where your men buried the enemy's dead in mass graves, and prepared your own fallen for eventual return home.

You have a hundred enemy captives, which have seen been corralled into a rough prison camp, situated to the west of your front gate, not too far from where their former comrades had been slain en masse. The prisoners have been put to work in a crude concrete mixing facility, a hundred prisoners under the watch of a dozen armed men at the moment. They seem to be acclimating well enough, eating supplies looted from their army's supply wagons, though instruction is crude at best for the prisoners.

But crude works, since the labor you're having them do is of the most basic nature, and most beneficial to yourself.

For the past five days, your engineers have been hard at work, bolstered by the gebirsjaeger soldiers that have arrived recently. An underground pipeline has been laid from your oil extractor to your moderately large refinery, which continues to supply fuel to your growing fleet of vehicles. You're currently running a mild surplus, which is being used to supply extra energy towards the construction efforts

Siegfried, under the watch of the new Gestapo officer that arrived with the other political support staff, appears to be extracting plenty of information from what mages could be captured of the Baron's forces. By no means is he making leaps and bounds, but he seems to be achieving a modicum of success in understanding the arcane.

Your primary assets, however, remain your men and your advanced technology. Your doctors tend to the wounded as best they can, your surgical hospital finding some good use after arrow injuries and residual effects from the enemy spellcasters.

Your general purpose factory, utilizing a focus on being able to quickly respecialize rather than dedicated production, activates towards the tail end of the working queue, though it still requires workers to operate it in addition to your concrete production facility.

Your hangars are currently capable of housing 10 Junkers, or an equivalent scale of bomber craft, though you currently have neither.

What are you orders, Oberst?