Somewhere on the Eastern front 1942.

Stalingrad was near, and the combined axis forces, with the various nationalities of SS volunteers were on the move. The moral was high, the soldiers were sure that the city will fell in a matter of days, and after that one of the most morally important stronghold of Bolshevism will be under Axis hand, and victory will be near.

The army was at camp. There were members of almost every Axis nation there. Germans, Italians, Hungarians, Romanians.

"Hey Hans, come over here we have a new order!" Shouted Fritz to his friend and comrade.

"Yes, what is it? I hope it isn't something about partisans, those swines are making our life hell here..."

"Like it wasn't already that... So the captain ordered us a little fun, before we continue to capture the city. The Fieldmarshal agreed upon his plans, and the other officers."

"So, what is this fun, you are talking about?" He was curious now

"A little football matches between us and our allies. One for the regular army and one for the SS guys and at the end the two winning team will face each other. It will be a battle between the Heer and the SS."

"Sound good, I will go and watch it. Thanks Fritz."

The makeshift football field was ready in a short time, the soldiers kept their arms near just for safety, Panzers with some Stukas were near, and next to them were Hungarian Turán tanks and other equipments. Most of the soldiers were sitting on top of the tanks so more of them had space to view the play.

On one side were the regular army units and the other side were the SS units playing their games.

"So Hans, who do you think will win?" Otto a member of the SS was asking him.

"We will win, Germany and in this case the German wehrmacht!" He smiled at Otto.

"You were always an optimistic one do you know that? Back in school, every time we played you always said that we will win, and most of the time you were wrong." He laugh at him.

The game went on and a wind was blowing, Hans noticed that clouds are gathering on the sky, he knew that a storm was coming.

And it came, after about 15 minutes a huge storm had started, the Captains of every company ordered the games to be halted, but the storm was bigger and stronger. After a while a huge explosion was heard not far from them.

"Everybody battle station! Pilots get into the planes, but don't lift up until the storm is weaker!" Captain Muller ordered his man as the other nation's officers ordered their own.

Hans was holding his Mp 40 behind some cover, while waiting for the enemy.

"What is that thing?" was the last thing he heard when a big blue gloving orb hit their camp.


15km East of Vasel. 1935 Gallia

The weather was sunny; the Imperial forces were bringing supplies to the forces near the great Vasel Bridge. Victory was near.

The sky has suddenly became dark and it was a big thunder, the imperial soldiers were ready for the storm, and that it meant muddy road, so longer time to get to their objective.

"Hans wake up! Wake up for goodness sake!" Otto was shaking his childhood friend.

Hans finally opened his eyes and saw the concerned look on his face.

"What happened, did Ivan attack us?"

"No, but whatever that thing was got us separated from the others, we need to find the commander, as fast as we can!"

"We also should look for others, as well; maybe other got separated as well." Hans said.

"Yes, and if we find them the more we are the easier us to deal with if we come across some trouble."

Hans and Otto both grabbed their weapons and started to move on. The landscape was different from what they have remembered. The two of them were walking next to a road that had tall grass, so if any Russian comes they could hide.

After about 15 minutes they noticed two of Otto's comrades walking towards them, with another five Hungarian troops as well.

"Otto?" One of the men shouted.

"Karl? Is that you?"

The two groups finally met and they told the same story as Hans and Otto. Now there were nine of them, five had submachine guns the others had bolt action rifles with them and a few grenades.

"Where should we head?" One of the SS soldier asked.

"As the look of it, I don't remember this place, so we might be behind enemy lines, so I suggest we should head west!" One of the Hungarian soldiers said.

"So that s the plan, everyone follow me. Since I am the senior officer of all of us, I will be the squad leader." Otto said, and everybody nodded.

After a few kilometres of walking the same soldier who said that they should go west, spotted a camp. Everyone hided in the tall grass and slowly approached the camp.

"Otto, do you see that flag?" Hans asked his squad leader.

"Yes, it isn't a soviet or german one, but the way it looks, it must be some communist camp, look at that much red."

"What should we do?" another SS soldier asked.

"We capture it, as it seems it is a supply depot, and not well guard, maybe this is the place where Ivan gives weapons and ammo for the partisans."

He looked again into his binoculars and checked the camp.

"Okay here is the plan. Rifleman will stay here on top, and cover us as we approach the camp, once we are behind the main tent, start to fire upon Ivan, and the rest of us will clear out the camp with our MPs, okay?"

Everyone nodded. The 4 rifle men were aiming on one target, while the rest of the squad silently went towards the camp. Once all of them were there the battle begin, first 4 imperial scouts were taken down, after that Otto and the others rushed into the camp, and fired upon the remaining 6 imperials whom were in a surprised. One shocktrooper had enough time to run to the radio, and activate it.

"Sir, the Gallians..." Was the only thing he could say before he was cut down, by one of the SS soldiers.

"Gallians? And why was he speaking English?" Hans was confused so as everybody.

"Did you notice that the uniforms they are wearing look really strange?"

"Sir, you should check this out!"

"What is it?" Otto was confused.

In one of the tent there were crates with some kind of blue thing in them.

This is getting weirder and weirder

"Okay, man. I don't know what is going on here, but first took that flag down and if any of you have the Reichs flag than raise it up, o our other comrades could find us, if they are passing near."

The soldier who spotted the camp and earned the nickname 'hawkeyes' interrupted Otto.

"Sir! Unidentified units closing in. They have a tank, what are your orders?"

"Are they under the same flag as this camp was?" He asked, maybe if this was a unit from somewhere else, he could have answers.

"Negative! They are under a blue flag, what should we do sir?"

Otto was thinking when Hans interrupted his thought.

"Let us meet them, I guess we just taken out one of their enemies camp, so they might not attack us and we could speak with their leader, to find out what the hell is going on here."

"Good point! But men, stay on your guard!" Otto ordered.


"Welkin look, there is a camp! It might be imperial!" Alicia said.

Welkin looked at the camp from his binocular and noticed that the flag wasn't Imperial. It was a strange one.

"Negative, that is not an imperial flag, on the camp." He said.

"So what are we going to do boss?" Largo asked.

"We will meet up with them and learn who they are and what are they doing here."

"I don't like the look of this." said Edy.

"Edy calm down, don't get some panic attack like the last time, and stay calm." Rosie said.

"Pff I am CALM! Calmer than you that's for sure!"

"Ahh Whatever..."

Squad 7 arrived at the new german camp. They noticed the dead imperials on the ground, so that was a relief for them, than a group of strange figures arrived. They were speaking in a language that nobody has ever heard.

"Otto, try Russian, maybe they are anti Bolshevik Russians..." Hans suggested.

It didn't work...

After a long silence Welkin started to speak.

"I am Lieutenant Welkin Gunther, leader of the Gallian millitia's Squad 7."

"Otto, they are speaking English, what should we do, they might be Americans!" One of the soldier said.

"No, that can't be, he said that he is from 'Gallia'..."

"I welcome you Lieutenant Gunter! My name is SS-Untersturmführer Otto Leinz, nice to meet you!"

"What is a SS-Untersturmführer?" Welkin was confused, since he never heard of this word.

"Oh pardon me that means that I am a Lieutenant Officer of the Waffen SS"

"Waffen...?" Where are you and your men are from Untersturmführer?" Everybody was confused, by now.

"We are all hail from different Axis nations. Most of us are from The Reich or Germany as the common people call it, the others are our allies from Hungary. We were just having a friendly football game, when we were attacked by the Bolsheviks and after that we woke up here. I hope our comrades are safe out there..."

"I never heard any of these places Welkin, should we trust them?" Alicia said

"Well, they did kill a few imperials and took out their camp, and as he said, some of their friends are maybe in danger. We should help them!"

"We will help you, find your comrades, and in the meantime, I would like to hear your whole story!" Welkin said with a smile on his face.

"Thank you for your help! I promise, that we will repay this to you somehow."

AN: I don't know how fast I canwrte a new chapter, because of university. I hope you guys enjoyed it, please leave a review :)