Author's notes: As from the summary, this is a crossover of Company of Heroes and Men of War. I'm not exactly perfect with my grammar and vocabulary so corrections in the reviews are welcomed. Also note that I do not know a German equivalent of some words, so you may also help me with that. So anyways, here is the disclaimer before the story begins. Disclaimer: Company of Heroes belongs to Relic Entertainment and Men of War belongs to Digitalmindsoft.

"Volksgrenadiers, ready for inspection."

As soon as that voice sounded, a squad of Volksgrenadiers came out of the Wehrmacht Headquarters. They moved on to the rally point and awaited orders from the invisible commander. It was a stormy day at the moment and they could hear the complaints from the tank crews of open-topped tanks, especially from the Marder tank destroyer of the ironic Panzer Elite which just happened to past by them.

"Ah scheisse, it's raining fucking heavily now. Well, at least we can enter the buildings for some shelter unlike the poor Marder over there," said the Unterfeldwebel, or simply the sergeant of the Volksgrenadier squad, Wolfhart. As the squad leader he is better armed with an StG 44 assault rifle while the rest only have K98 rifles until they receive their MP40 submachinegun upgrade.

Wolfhart sensed an order coming down and soon enough they began to mobilize towards their objective. He doesn't talk much while the rest of the squad members had a conversation or two while in the middle of the strong storm. Soon enough, they hear MG42s firing up in the distance with its menacing sound of a ripping cloth, inside a small town.

"Looks like we have a fight here, let's support that Heavy MG!" ordered Wolfhart and soon they met a scenery of a squad of Riflemen pouring down fire on an MG42 support weapon inside the building. With the bush covering their line of sight, one of the Volks threw a stick grenade on the adversaries, which killed two of them. The Riflemen made a mistake by shifting their fire into the bushes where they thought the Volks would be but the unsuppressed MG42 gunner soon laid hail of fire on them.

The pinned Riflemen squad began losing their numbers and as soon as two were left, they retreated their sorry asses. The MG42 support weapon had one assistant shot dead in the head while the Volks suffered no casualties in that little skirmish.

"Hey, Volks! Thanks for the help!" yelled the MG42 gunner from the building, waving at the Volksgrenadier squad. Wolfhart smiled as a sign of a 'you're welcome'.

"Hey Sergeant, can I have that American gun?" asked one of the squad members to Wolfhart while pointing at a dropped BAR in amongst the dead bodies of the Riflemen squad.

"It's pretty heavy, but sure, why not. What's your name, kid?" asked Wolfhart.

"Richard and I'm not a kid, sir." The rest of the squad including Wolfhart chuckled at that. Suddenly one shouted in excitement. The rest looked at the guy and it turned out he just received his MP40 submachinegun as a replacement to his K98. They facepalmed at his overreaction and moved on.

While on that, suddenly the whole squad's vision went white and after that, they literally disappeared from sight. An American Paratrooper squad which was about to ambush them got shocked from there.

"Lightning just struck them and they just disappeared?" said one of the Airborne in disbelief of what just happened.

Somewhere else…

"Wake up, wake up!"

Wolfhart tried opening his eyes in tiredness, he could see blurred figures of somebody but could not make out who are they. After a few seconds his retina readjusted and he saw all of his squad members safe and sound. He raised his head and saw that they are now sitting in front of a small abandoned house, in a small village and not raining.

"Where are we now? Why is it not raining?" asked Wolfhart.

"We don't even know either," replied Richard, holding his captured BAR. Right now they're just sitting at the porch of the said house, basically doing nothing.

"For our own safety, we best stay here for a while until help arrives. In the meantime, why don't we introduce ourselves?" suggested Wolfhart, everyone else agreed.

"While in doing so…" said one while appearing to pull out something from his back. It was a jar of cookies he got from the kitchen of the house they were sitting at.

"Goddamnit I should have told you no looting is allowed among Volksgrenadiers, oh well…" said Wolfhart with regret. The self-introduction began with the MP40 guy.

"I'm Franz, and…" just before he said anything, Wolfhart cut him off.

"Okay that's enough, how about you two?" he asked while pointing at the two Volks holding K98 rifles.

"Bernhard."

"Hans."

"Oh, weren't you that one guy who makes the crappiest coffee in the Heer?" asked Franz jokingly.

"Shut up, just ask your mother to make you your own goddamn coffee." The whole squad laughed at the small fight. In the meantime, Bernhard handed over the last of the cookies to everyone in the squad and after the jar was empty, they moved out.

Then, they begin to hear the sounds of engines as well as the clanking of tracks in the distance.

"Everyone, take cover! We may not know if it's friendly," ordered Wolfhart. Then each member rushed to their own spot. The sounds got louder and the rumbles could be felt in the very ground. Then, out of the road on a hill leading into the village a Panzer III Ausf N along with an SdKfz 251 half-track following behind.

"Okay all clear, let's get up and meet them."

Author's notes: Like the base of the story so far? Stay tuned.