World at War: The Wolves

Calm Before the Storm

August 28th, 1939

Hanz watched as the men ran around the camp. Earlier, they decided that it was to early to get suit up for their gear, so now they are running laps IN their gear. Hanz sighed as they ran. Frank Breiner, the bigger one of the group with light brown hair and green eyes, was slacking behind, coming closer to Alfred Geiszler, a quiet scrawny man with blonde hair and brown eyes, but he was sure as hell giving it his best. Next up was Werner Jung with dark brown hair and blue eyes like Hanz but Hanz had more darker eyes and hair. Then there was Michel Hase, with his black hair and brown eyes, who was showing signs of falling to the ground in a breathing mess. And finally there was Hedwig Aue, with his blonde hair and blue eyes, a representation of the so called "Ayran Race" that the Fuhrer keeps talking about, was leading the pack. And for the hell of it he made Ralph run, who had blonde hair and green eyes, which were glaring into his.

"All right that's enough." he told to the heaving men.

"We did good, right sir?" Frank said with the best smile he could pull at the time.

Hanz hesitated but finally said, "Yes, but there is room for improvement." Hanz then dismissed the squad and went to the planning tent with the rest of the officers who were discussing their attack.

"Ah, Hanz, I was thinking when you would show." grumbled Major Fredrik.

"I was whipping my men into shape... well, into better shape. and while im on the subject, I thought I asked for the best." Hanz said agitated at his current situation.

"Well they were needed for Das Reich which you should of known, or did you forget you didn't join the Party?" Said Fredrik making Hanz blood boil.

"That's enough, Herr Fredrik, Herr Steiner."  Said General Walter Von Brauchitsch, silencing both of them. "Fredrik, you will lead your Battalion down to Krakow. Hanz, you move your squad behind the Panzers, towards Warsaw, destroy any resistance you run into. Ok?"

"Ja" Hanz simply said before he left the tent to his squad. He stopped at Ralph and whispered "You think we have a chance?"

"Of course, we have the power of the Fatherland behind us." said Ralph, clearly feeling extra patriotic today.

"Well ok then. Get the rest of the squad and meet at the truck." Hanz said as Ralph went to get the rest of the squad. A couple minutes later, the entire squad was there, accompanied by their warrior spirits. "Alright men, into the truck."Hanz commanded as he started climbing into the Opel. As soon as they were in there started driving towards the frontline camp, near the Polish-German border. If Hanz knew what was about to happened for the next 7 years of his life, he would of just jumped off the truck and ran anywhere, but to bad for him, as the future never liked mankind...

(There we go, chapter 3, Fredrik wasn't a real commander, but Brauchitsch was, who was the overall commander of the invasion of Poland. Hope you liked it! Don't forget to fav, comment, and follow.)