[DISCONTINUED] Kung Fu Panda [From Anarchy to Tranquility]

3: In Thy Blood Thou Partaketh Pain

Hundreds of armed men, fitted with the iconic uniform, helmet, weapon and grenades, stand at attention in square formations. Some have painted their helmets to represent their Freikorps division, others leave theirs blank.

The officers stand at attention on one side, while the rankers stand in STS formations. The NCO's are in front of the rankers.

Field cannons that were left over from the Great War, are at a distance away from the formations of men. They are manned by crews. An armored car is also seen. Its wheels are covered in dirt from previous excursions and on its back and sides is painted with slogans and symbols. One symbol in particular that was common was the white skull and bones, another was the slogan, "Ordnung oder Tod!" (Order or death!) painted on the side.

An A7V is present also to the side of the armored cars, as its engine was warmed and rumbled in neutral gear, waiting for the inevitable order for all to press forward into the heart of Germany: Berlin.

"Supreme Commander, Zossen military camp present for muster!" A loud voice shouted. Then there came several men, some wearing black overcoats, few others wore field grey uniforms. They examined the men, officers, artillery men and commented on the fragility of the entire operation,

"Are the soldiers politically reliable, General?" A bearded man walks beside of the said general.

"What is considered reliable these days, Excellency?" The General keeps his eyes peeled to the left, "The simple Freikorps man is doing just fine." He adds.

"He is the arch-enemy of the Communists and thus loyal to Ebert and to Supreme Commander Noske. He doesn't care about the rest." He then moves to the right side of the man then turns to a nearby podium. His subordinate officers still keep the wedge formation attached to his shoulders as he nears and steps on the podium.

"Soldiers, you must rid the capital of Communists! Every corner of the city is choked with them. You and your companies must sweep every street, every block and every house that are filled with them! Restore peace and order to the city and to all inhabitants within! Germany's future is in your hands. For peace and freedom!" He shouts for all to hear him.

"Don't worry, Fritz, It'll all work out. There'll be no repeat of Christmas." A fellow turns to the man who was in front of him.

"Shoulder...your rifle!" The same voice who shouted earlier suddenly rang out. The rankers and their NCO's prepared their Gewehrs. Some were armed with the Gewehr 98 and some with the shorter variant, the Gewehr 98AZ.

"Right...face! In step! March!" The voice prevailed once more and all at once, the square formations of soldiers began marching. Helmets reflected off of one another, marching boots, and low boots all clapped together in sync, others not so. The crews manning the field guns began to mobilize and carry the heavy guns, as did the armored cars. The A7V's engine roared louder than the cars and was the slowest. It's tracks swayed to the left and would stop every so often to allow the militants to make way for it to converge into the mass of armed soldiers.

The militants then got into some empty-bed trucks that were along the way to Berlin. Squadrons were formed then by the officers of the divisions as the rankers and NCO's coordinated the men into selected trucks and formulated their own plans to sweep the city.

One such NCO was busily tallying his men who had the aforementioned white skull and bones insignia painted on their helmets, numbering them on the back of a truck. An officer then approached from his back and the NCO noticed and saluted.

"This will be far different than trench warfare, Corporal. I hope your wits are still about you." He had his arms behind his back, surveying the clusters of soldiers passing them and of his men getting on to the trucks.