"The Persians defeated the Spartans not with quality of arms, but with quantity, and defeated them by taking a goat path, we'll do the same, however our tanks shall test the Yankee armor, which so far has failed to impress me, We are the Spartans fighting against Persia, however we will not lose, for we have the might of the Luftwaffle on our side. At exactly 0500, we shall collaborate with our brothers of the skies, and crush this American offensive."
The General said to his troops, cheers arose at the fact that the war could very well end here, at this very spot. After all many of the men in the company were just farmers who took up arms for what they believed in. And they were loyal to the Reich.
"Troops, put on gasmasks, after all A foe with no face if a foe to be reckoned with." Wolfgang, confused but not wanting to disobey put on his standard issue mask along with the other soldiers. Indeed they did look like a faceless foe.
As the Americans began to move out, Ju88s screamed across the skies and bombarded the naval threat, damaging battleships as anti air flak filled up the skies. Before the land based forces could begin to mount up for a defense, an angry force of Germans came out of the forests, reinforced with Tiger 1s and Panzer 4s. The faceless infantry marched on, staring down the Yankee soldiers with a grim desire to end the conflict. Wolfgang hanged back in the forests in a tall oak tree and prepared his sniper rifle for combat. Placing it gingerly between two sturdy branches, he took aim at a soldier near the lone tank and fired, hitting him in the gut.
Topic: Furs At War (Read 9371 times)