"Alright, bring 'em in." I said to Dawn half an hour later, folding my arms.

"What are they, again?" He asked, closing his eyes.

"Three Black Hawk helicopters, three Little Bird helicopters, three Panther tanks, and two more Humvees." I replied.

"Got it, Mark. I'll need add air conditioning for the tanks later, because this might take a lot out of me." He said as his horn flared up and one started materializing. Never seen him summon anything before, so it was very interesting to watch. The tank just kinda phased in like mist at first, getting more solid as it came closer to being here fully.

"Where's Schmidt? Be best for him to talk to them first..." I muttered, and as if on command, he appeared with Luna. "Right on time, Schmidt! Dawn's bringing three Panthers, so when the assault on Las Vegas is over, you can take them back to Germany to reverse engineer them."

"That's the plan." He nodded, walking over next to it in his greatcoat and cradling his MP40. Damn, dude looked more like an SS than infantry.

When the Panther finished appearing, several people inside shouted in German, causing Schmidt to hop onto the top and shout back.

"This better work..." I muttered as the hatch on top flipped open and a head popped out.

"We're on the same side!" I shouted at him, causing him to nod and speak with the rest of the crew below.

"Any news from the Fatherland?" Crew Member 1 asked as he lifted himself out. I took a moment to look over the tank, and hid a smile when I saw an MG42 fixed onto it.

"Germany has fallen, but this is the future. New Germany is back to an industrial powerhouse, and she needs your help." Schmidt told him.

"Why should I trust you?" 1 asked as he was handed an MP40 from another crew member.

"Because I am the leader of the First Reich." He growled a little.

"Then I live to serve you, sir." He said, hopping off and scanning the area. I'm now very glad we decided to do this outside of town.

"How well do you speak English?" I asked him, shouldering my weapon (MP44/StG-44).

"Not very well, unfortunately. None of my crew can even understand it." He admitted, rubbing the back of his head.

"That's gonna be a little bit of a problem..." I muttered, before nodding to Dawn.

"We're bringing in two more Panthers. Could you move your tank over there?" Dawn asked, pointing to a spot that I marked earlier. He nodded, shouted some commands into the tank, and with a small roar, it lumbered forward.

"What do you mean by 'bringing'?" I guessed he was the crew chief by the way the others were listening to him.

"Magic exists here." Was all I explained as another Panther started appearing. Crew chief watched with wide eyes as we repeated the action twice, while Luna had to help Dawn once he started to wear out.

"I can't bring in anymore..." Dawn wheezed once we got the third tank into position. "And... Luna can't either..." He added, about to collapse.

"Alright, let's call it a day." I said, patting his back before turning to the crews idling around me.

"Leave one man for each crew at your tank!" I ordered. They nodded and each of the crew chiefs stayed, while the others gathered around me and Schmidt.

"Follow us to the town we're outside. No shooting unless we fire first." Schmidt ordered with a glare. They saluted and followed us, loyal until death to the Fatherland.

[At HQ]

"So, what are we looking at?" One of the gunners asked as the rest set themselves up in some bunks.

"We're in the future, just so you know right now." I said, before pointing at the map. "Humans who have been killed in action have been appearing here for the last few years, starting with me."

"So, what happened to the Fatherland?" He asked.

"The Third Reich fell when Hitler committed suicide in 1945." I answered. "Japan surrendered several months later due to the United States being forced to use two weapons of mass destruction. After the war, Germany was split in half."

"How do I know you're not lying?" He asked.

"What's your name?" I questioned.

"Pvt. Granum Vil." He replied.

"Well, Private Vil, I'm an American soldier roughly sixty years after you died." I answered. "I'm half German, which is why I'm able to fluently speak our language."

"I'll buy that." Vil finally said. "So, why did you bring in some armor?"

"Because the human race is at war with a genocidal maniac. Kind of like what Hitler did against the Jews, but more of an entire race than religion."

"Where do I start helping?" Good, that's what I wanted to hear.

"We start by attacking Las Vegas at six thirty tomorrow morning. With luck, we'll catch these assholes with their pants down. Since their ponies, it'll be metaphorical pants." I grinned, tracing a few paths.

"What's the plan of attack?" Another gunner asked, placing his MP40 on the edge of the map.

"The tanks will hit here," I started, tapping the west part of the city. "You'll be under the command of Schmidt. My strike force will flank from the east several minutes later. The death guards will strike from the north, while the night guards will catch them from the south. With luck, we won't lose too many men."

"And what of the changelings?" Dawn asked, slowly moving to stand next to me.

"They'll be with all of us, spread out through the ranks." I answered.

"What numbers are we looking at?" Vil asked.

"Roughly two hundred day guards are in the city at any time." Dawn answered. "Since Celestia expects us to hit Canterlot, she might withdraw most of them, but it's always good to bring more than you need."

"I'll also add two Humvees to your group." I said to the gunners. "But only if the magic users in our group can get them here in time." I added after a moment.

It was about time for us to go to war.

Author's Note

all them italics.