Equestria: World War II (1939-1941)

10TH MAY 1940

----------------------------------------------------THE GERMANY-LUXEMBOURG BORDER---------------------------------------------------
It was now 4:00am here on this border post on the Germany-Luxembourg border, which meant that it was almost 6:30am back home in Equestria. Private Robert Becker, of the Luxembourg Army, and his fellow soldiers were all enjoying their so far, so good night patrol shift. Since the previous two days, the German military movement around the borders of Luxembourg, Holland, and Belgium had increased, so all of those countries had temporarily shut their borders and had increased the military presence.

Despite the fact that these three countries were neutral in the war, none of them wanted to be invaded, and had hence taken protective measures. The current intel suggested that the Germans were looking to soon take France for themselves. That wasn't possible, thanks to the Maginot Line on the France-Germany border. It was heavily fortified, and no German military unit could break through it without suffering severe damage.

The death toll from the wars had also grown, and was almost at 3 million. Majority of the dead were humans, as only 150 ponies had died. In fact, many people felt that this would be a repeat of the Great War, which was now already being called World War 1, and this war as World War 2. That was quite horrifying to think about. Millions of soldiers were now being sent to the frontlines. The Equestrians were also pledging a lot of soldiers, with them having already sent around a million from their total population of around 200 million to fight.

The Crystal Empireans had also dispatched a lot of soldiers, again, around a million, from their total population of 51 million. That was close to 2% of the Crystal Empire's population right there. As of now, more than 20 million soldiers were fighting on the frontlines of all the battlefields, and more were being sent in every day. It was looking like it was indeed going to be a repeat of the Great War.

As Becker stopped with one of his fellow soldiers to have some cold water that the other soldier had brought with him in his bottle, since summer was nearing, alarms began ringing. Over the loudspeakers on the post, they heard a voice. "Attention! Multiple German military units have been spotting, steaming towards the post at full speed! Take them out, now!" shouted their commander. Becker instantly dropped the water bottle, and he and his fellow soldiers went off to fight the invading Germans.

Becker got to a trench, grabbed a BREN light machine gun, and began scanning the area for the Germans. He almost instantly saw them. Close to 500 German troops, accompanied by Panzer IVs, were coming in hot towards the border post. There were close to twenty Panzers, and Becker just hoped that they could defend the Germans from taking Luxembourg. They didn't want to end up like Norway, which had been fully been taken by the Germans the previous day, after Winston Churchill had been sworn in, and had pulled all British military units out of that country.

As he got ready to fire his gun at the charging Germans, who were now coming real close to the border, he saw one of the Panzers began to fire. However, it was not firing its main turret, but a different weapon, a large one, mounted near the main turret. It was not the tank's second gun, as fiery rocket-like projectiles began flying out of it, aimed at the border post. He watched horrified, as the projectiles exploded on the post, and the explosion threw him to the ground. When he looked up, he saw debris and human body parts raining down around him. Most of his fellow soldiers had just been killed instantly, in one swoop.

As the traumatised Becker tried to get up, he noticed a few other survivors rising, groaning in pain, but definitely alive. However, that would not last, as the tanks began charging through the wreckage of the border post, and the soldiers accompanying them began heading towards those survivors, intending to kill all of them. The second he saw this, despite being in quite a lot of pain, he and a couple of other soldiers in front of him began charging at the Germans, intending to stop them from eliminating their comrades, and putting together a small Luxembourg border resistance force.

However, as they ran for the Germans, shouting "Doud fir all Nazien!" in Luxembourgish, which meant "Death to all Nazis!", the Germans turned to face them with their bare hands, dropping their guns, and entering a fistfight with the Luxembourgian soldiers. Becker and some of his comrades saw one of the German soldiers lifted one of the Luxembourgian soldiers, and watched horrified as the German, with a gleeful expression on his face, tear Becker's comrade in half, with his bare hands.

They watched horrified as he threw down the two halves of the lifeless soldier's body, and the German's comrades began charging at them next. They instantly took out their guns, and began relentlessly firing at the Germans. However, something extremely horrifying and weird happened. Some of the bullets bounced off the soldiers' skin, as if they were made by metal. It was only a few bullets that penetrated which showed that they were human. As they continued charging, despite multiple bullets having been fired at them, Becker and his comrades instantly hit the ground running, and began heading away from the border post, deeper into the country of Luxembourg.

It was now 4:20am as they ran off, traumatised by what they had just seen. The Germans had people with superpowers with them. Capable of ripping a live person in half. They had to let the Allied intelligence know, else they would be in trouble. As the soldiers ran into the night, they just hoped to God that the Germans wouldn't find them, else they were goners.

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It was just around 6:00am here in Belgium, and in the skies over the country, Flight Lieutenant Robert Love and Lion Squadron were speeding over Belgium at an altitude of 6,000 feet in their Hawker Hurricanes. They were shocked by just how surprising this whole thing had started. At around 4:00am, the Germans had attacked the posts on their border with Belgium, and were taking the country. They had charged through in a surprise attack, and the Belgians, who had been woefully unprepared, got taken like rookies.

Most of Belgium's military infrastructure had been destroyed on the ground itself, and only those who were already airborne on patrol missions had escaped, which included Lion Squadron's Hurricanes. They were trying to escape Belgian airspace as fast as they could, and get across the English Channel into Britain. They would take shelter in Britain, and return when Belgium was freed, as they had no chance of fighting the Germans in their weakened state. Only seven of the eighteen Hurricanes in the squadron were airborne at the time when their base had been hit by German Stukas and Bf109s, and all of the other aircraft were most probably burning on the tarmac, so as of now, they were probably the only intact aircraft still left of the once-mighty Belgian Air Force.

As the seven planes sped towards the English Channel, hoping the Germans still hadn't reached that part yet, Love's commander, flying Lion 1, suddenly shouted over the radio, "Shit, Lion Squadron! Multiple Bf109s are closing on us, we might be a fight soon, get ready!"

As the commander spoke these words, Becker looked around, and saw quite a few Bf109s coming for their Hurricanes, and realised that they were indeed about to enter a dogfight, so he turned off the safeties of his plane's gun, and tensed himself for what was about to happen. Soon, the Hurricanes were in a fight against multiple Bf109s. These seemed to be the strange new Bf109s that everyone was talking about. So far, only one or two of these had been shot down, and when Allied soldiers had attempted to recover the wreckage, the Germans had usually beat them to it, and had already transported the wreckage away. All of the Bf109s whose wreckage had been recovered by the Allies were normal ones.

Soon, Becker himself was engaged in a fight with a Bf109 on his tail. This guy was not leaving his tail, no matter how many evasive maneuvers he pulled to get out of the German's crosshairs. As the Bf109 began firing, Becker quickly moved his Hurricane out of the path of his bullets, and tried to quickly figure out a way to get this bastard off him, or even shoot him down.

As the Bf109 began firing again, Becker felt a code-brown moment in his pants, as a few bullets struck his tail, but did not critically damage his aircraft, and thankfully, he would still stay airborne, for now at least. As he began an evasive maneuver, he suddenly saw the Bf109 catch fire and began spiralling down behind him. Out of the large smoke cloud that the Bf109 left behind, Lion 1 popped out. "Don't worry, Lion 4, I got your back."

"Thanks, Lion 1! I don't think I can hold out much longer, though!" said Becker.

"I know, we're almost out of ammunition, and more Bf109s are coming! Thankfully, the Channel isn't too far away, so throttle up and get out of here, I'll help the others out!" said Lion 1, as he turned off and began to help out the other Lion Squadron fighters. Becker instantly obeyed, pushed the throttle to its highest power setting he could get it to without damaging his engine, and began heading towards the English Channel.

As he headed off towards the Channel, a couple of the other Hurricanes from his squadron joined him, but however, as they neared the Channel, which was now in their sights, there was no sight of Lion 1. "Guys, where's Lion 1?" asked Becker.

"Lion 12 here. Sorry, 4, he didn't make it. He got shot down while trying to save Lion 7, and unfortunately, 7 didn't make it either. Only us 4 are left. We're almost out of Belgium, let's make their sacrifices count." said one of Becker's pilots, as the Hurricanes began flying over the English Channel, heading for Britain at high speed. As they left Belgian airspace, hearts heavy for the loss of their comrades and country, they just hoped that there would be a country for them to come home to one day.

------------------------------------------------------------SOMEWHERE IN GERMANY-------------------------------------------------------------
As the chaos in Belgium, Holland, and Luxembourg got worse, Discord got more better. This was the next big part of the Nazis' master plan, to take Europe for themselves. They couldn't have directly taken France as the Maginot Line was heavily fortified, and breaking through it would have been almost suicidal. No, thanks to their idea of a flanking maneuver, they were going to take France from the side they least expected. The bastards would never know what hit them, thought Discord, as he continued to get live updates on the situation.

Plus, he and his comrades in the Wehrmacht, the unified German military, had come up with the new tactics of Blitzkrieg. It was a sort of military attack developed using Chaos Theory, a new science invented by Discord himself. It basically involved taking the enemy by surprise in a large attack, using multiple military units. It was basically beating your enemy using chaos, and Hitler had loved this idea so much that he had instantly approved it's use.

Discord thanked his stars, that his slow control of Hitler was beginning to take its effects. When they had first shaken hands, the previous year, Discord had secretly placed a charm on Hitler that had slowly begun to put him under Discord's control. It was very slow to act, as he didn't want Hitler to suddenly change, as that would make the Nazis suspicious of Discord. No, it was better to make it slow-acting, and now, it was finally showing its effects. The first part was Hitler instantly approving Discord's Blitzkrieg tactics. Within a few years, Hitler would fully be under Discord's control. He would only be a pawn, and Discord would be the true head of the Third Reich.

That was sure to be a hoot, running his own nation, through a man who would pretty much be a zombie by the time he was done with him, thought Discord, as he watched the chaos unfold in the three neutral countries on the TV. Watching kept him awake better than coffee.