On the Gallian Front: The Gallian Campaign

Chapter 2: Escape from Bruhl

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As the German attack on Bruhl continued, and the Town Watch fell back in the face of a German tank, Welkin managed to sneak his way out of the town and raced back to his house as fast as his legs could carry him. He hoped to God that the Germans hadn't reached his house and that those who were still there were okay. The last thing that Welkin wanted was for them to be in danger.

"Isara, Martha, Jack, please be okay," panted Welkin in between his deep breaths due to how long he had been running.

But just as he was about to reach the property, Welkin suddenly stopped in his tracks upon hearing a single gunshot ring out through the air. Hearing it caused Welkin's heart to sink and his mind to assume the worst had happened. It was clear that there was someone inside, and it was clear that they were armed. The Germans had reached the house and were now inside with Isara, Jack, and Martha. For Welkin, the best-case scenario was that the gunshot came from Jack, and he managed to take out whoever was inside. Worst-case scenario...the Germans were the ones to open fire. Welkin knew that he had to arm himself and try to fight back; he frantically searched around him to quickly find a weapon. Soon, Welkin's eye turned towards a white fence post on the estate's grounds.

Inside the house, the situation wasn't much better. Isara, Martha, and Jack had heard the artillery strike on Bruhl and began to pack up what remained to try and get out quickly. However, before they finished, a trio of armed Germans knocked down the front door and entered the estate. Jack had been knocked down onto the wall by a German soldier and was forced to remain in place courtesy of a German rifle pointed directly at him. Meanwhile, Isara and Martha faced down another German soldier armed with an MP-40 while the third German, an officer, rummaged through Jack's satchel. The German officer bore a Lieutenant's accessories and rank insignia, wearing a peaked cap on his head and arming himself with a Luger pistol and a sword at his belt.

Isara knelt next to Martha, on the ground on all fours, seemingly suffering a good amount of pain if the amount of panting and groaning was any indication. Isara seemed genuinely concerned for her and wanted to know that she was okay. The German officer, however, was not concerned in the slightest, asking, "What's her problem? She pregnant, or just fat?"

"Who cares? Not going to make any difference once she's dead, Leutnant," said the German with the MP-40 as Isara shot them both a cold glare for his lieutenant's previous comment.

"Stop this now," demanded Isara as she stood back up to face them.

"I don't think these guys are willing to listen, kid," warned Jack, causing the German rifleman to grab him by his jacket and pull him back up on his feet. He then put the muzzle of his weapon to Jack's head to keep him quiet.

Isara's defiance held no sway against the Germans, the soldier aiming the MP-40 simply letting out a chuckle. "You are in no position to demand anything from us, Darcsen."

"Well, look at what we have here?" said the officer as he pulled out his Colt 1911 and passport from Jack's satchel. Putting the Colt down on the table, the officer looked at the passport and read a few lines of it, stating, "Hmm, an American. That's interesting. You're a rather long from home. What are you doing all the way here in Gallia?"

"For the scenery. I would have gone to Germany, but the smell of sauerkraut makes me nauseous," stated Jack, fully intent on mocking them. This resulted in the German rifleman grabbing him again and tossing him in the general direction of Isara. Now, the two stood side by side as the German soldiers lined up, weapons still pointed at the duo.

"I'd be careful saying that, Yank. Because right now, you and your dark-haired friend here are going to suffer a very unfortunate fate," stated the officer with a sneer. "Your friend here, we will send back to the fatherland, spending the rest of her existence serving her betters. As for you, my men can simply shoot you, and we can classify it as 'collateral damage.' Or I could shoot you both and be done with it. Either way...your remaining time left on this earth will be very unpleasant."