Okay, to be clear with some of you. This is an Alternate Universe where the Night of The Long Knives just basically never happens Hitler isn't as paranoid as our Hitler and he just ignores his fellow party members about possible treason. The SS never rises up to what it is in our universe and the SA stays in power. Ernst Rohm is never jailed and dies. I hope this clears a bit with you guys. Nevertheless I am pleased to know some of you appreciate my story. Oh and also a note, the SA has now changed since it has now become more of a military unit. They all now have tan helmets with the eagle in front of them, their uniforms are slightly darker, they aren't armed with truncheons anymore and their commanding officers wear Allgemeine uniforms but replaced with the SA insignia.

Imperial Capital

"My lord, the Imperial reinforcements we've sent to re-take the Gate has been met with strong resistance from the invaders, our men are fighting hard and soon we will have more soldiers at the Gate to flush them out of our lands!" The General proclaimed. "Rubbish! I've heard that the regiments sent by you have been demolished completely!" A senator stood up and protested. This sparked a huge argument in the Imperial senate and continued on as the Emperor sat there and watched. The General kept ranting on about how his men are holding back the invaders with great effort as he was met with protests by the senate that the Imperial counterattack was smashed into oblivion. The Emperor then raised his hand quieting down the senate as he stood up to put in his two cents. "Clearly the Imperials that are brave enough to combat the Men in Brown need support and need it now." Smalltalk around the senate rose up as they contemplated what Emperor Molt was going to do about the situation. "Which is why I have decided to send in the armies of the Vassal Kingdoms. They will ensure victory in this little debacle." The senate didn't exactly know how to respond but stood up and told that they all agreed to the Emperor's words. The General that previously talked stepped up to the Emperor. "My lord... it will be a total bloodbath of great proportions." The Emperor unbeknownst to the senate held back a smug grin that told that he had another plan in mind other than driving out the brown-shirted invaders. "Perfect."

On the slope of Alnus Hill, German Brownshirts crowded around the dead winged dragon, utilising spears taken from the battlefield from the dead Imperial soldiers, and stabbing them right in the dragon's Flak 20mm riddled corpse and kicking it. Matthias lit up a smoke and breathed in a pleasant manner. "Private Horst." A nearby man asked. "Ja that's me." Matthias turned to suddenly see Colonel Herbert and quickly stiffened up, saluting him. "I mean. Ja Herr Oberst." The colonel patted his back motioning to follow him along, to which Matthias did. "I need a dependable Aryan boy for this job. One that can take charge in a situation. I need you to do a favour for me." Herbert requested. Matthias raised an eyebrow, curious to his superior's request. "I need you to be the leading CO for the 2nd Foreign Land Scout Unit. Your mission is to show this new enemy our power, raid the villages, kill civilians, place fear into the hearts of their citizens." Matthias shook his head in surprise and tried to decipher what his Colonel just said. "Me, in command... of a unit?" He asked hesitantly. "Ja, unless you don't want too. I'll unders-" Matthias raised his voice in a frantic. "Nien!" Interrupting the Colonel. "Umm, I mean Jawhol Herr Oberst!" Matthias saluted, to which the officer chuckled. "Alright Private or should I say Sergeant. I'll make arrangements." The colonel walked away leaving behind a nervous Matthias who just gulped. "Schiesse. This isn't how I wanted my day to go..."

Later, Matthias was called up to inspect his unit. Which consisted of 20 men including Stephen Krenz, An Opel Blitz truck, a Panzer I and a motorbike with a sidecar. "Erhm, Gutan Tag. I am Priv- I mean Sergeant Horst. I'll be your commanding NCO for our time together." Matthias wiped a drop of sweat away from his forehead. "What a weird guy." One tall Brownshirt commented. Matthias shot him an angry state and continued. "I'll be leading you out into enemy territory, our mission is to make our enemy fear us. There is no' Geneva Convention' to stop our objective. Do you guys understand?" The brownshirts muttered inaudible words to each other before responding. "Jawhol Herr Sergeant." Some brownshirts loaded up into the truck, those who couldn't drove the motorbike, tankers buttoned up into the Panzer. "You drive Matthias." Stephen offered. "Nien you drive." Matthias insisted. "But you're the sergeant." Stephen argued, Matthias rolled his eyes. "That is why you drive. I am a higher rank than you, I do not need to lead the convoy." Stephen sighed in defeat knowing that he had no more countermeasures. Stephen started up the truck and began driving forward, the rest of the convoy followed in order of the truck, the tank and the motorbike. As the 2nd Scout Unit left, the brownshirts back at the base were unaware of a handful of cavalrymen watching them from afar. He rode back to report to Duran, one for the commanders of the Allied Kingdom's army.

Later...

" Die Fahne hoch! Die Reihen fest geschlossen!" Matthias sung. " SA marschiert mit ruhig festem Schritt." Stephen continued. The two were singing one of their preferred songs as they drove through the middle of nowhere, Matthias while singing drew up a crude map based on what he saw of his surroundings as he and Stephen with pride sung Horst Wessel Lied over and over again. "Kam'raden, die Rotfront und Reaktion erschossen, Marschier'n im Geist in unser'n Reihen mit." The two happily shouted with great patriotism. Stephen kept one hand on the wheel and the other he used to emphasise his vocal skill waving it around as if he was drunk. "Halt! Halt!" Stephen suddenly heard from Sgt. Horst. He ceased movement followed by the column behind him Stephen felt a light jab from behind, probably from the Panzer ! behind them. "What is it? You almost made the Panzer crash into us!" Stephen yelled as if Matthias had turned crazy. "I think I see a village!" Matthias proclaimed with noticable excitement in his voice . Stephen looked in the direction his friend pointed and most definitly saw a few wooden structures, which was indeniably part of a native settlement. "Disembark! Quickly, tell the men to set up camp. We'll attack by nightfall." Matthias ordered, to which Stephen obeyed. "Tonight we return the favour." Matthias whispered to himself grimly.