Author's Note:

The action will pick up next chapter! I swear! XD

The identity of 'der Adler' will be revealed. You may or may not be surprised.

To some of the reviewers:

Remember when I said that this had hints of CoS?

You might see a certain someone in here, that's not native to this universe in this chapter. LOL

(Please read the past 2 sentences like how Chuggaconroy on YouTube is about to torture himself for the viewers: sarcastic, yet cheerful.)

But anyways, to the story! Remember to R&R, follow and favorite, and DFTBA!


Chapter 4 - Schwerttanz (Sword Dance)

They had left the town by dawn.

The figure looked around, casually trying to blend into the drab, raining atmosphere of Danzig. The port city used to be a great trading port, back in the olden days of the Commonwealth, and even to this day, where its counterpart stole its glitz and glory, it was still a major hub for the military.

But now was not the time for touring an already mostly unattractive city.

The figure walked for an hour more, until it opened the door to a small cottage out in the outskirts of the city, and closed the door.

Someone yelled out from inside the house, in German.

"Hey! You there! What is the password!"

The figure yelled back in accented German.

"The password is 'Grund besiegt alles'!"

Suddenly, the lights came to life, the figure seeing a multitude of soldiers, the one who stood out the most being a man with brown hair, vibrant green eyes, and a pistol in hand.

"Show yourself!"

The hooded figure pulled down their hood.

And to many of the soldiers' surprise, they saw a young woman, with blond hair and brown eyes, wielding a hidden rifle attached to a mobile radio phone.

"Good day to you, comrades."


Somewhere Outside Premissel, Soviet-Occupied Poland, June 22nd, 1941
3:00 AM

Somewhere, in a Wehrmacht camp just west of Przemyśl, or Premissel, as the Germans called it, fateful orders were given, that would change the destiny of Europe, and the wider world, within minutes.

Near the artillery section of the camp, was the commander's tent, which was the destination of the messenger boy.

The dirty blonde stumbled through the camp, trying to avoid all of the other soldiers. He had a mission, and it was absolutely urgent.

Somewhere in the distance, a blond-haired man caught a faint glimpse of the boy. The man shook his head, and rubbed his eyes, talking to himself.

Finally, after much hurry, the boy reached the tent of Major General Karl von Franzberg, the leading commander of the 'Shadow Valkyries'. He tripped in, accidentally dropping a few papers. One of them stated the final confirmation for the first strike on Soviet lines, and another was a seemingly blank paper, with no writing on it.

"Sir, I have," the boy panted, trying to pick up all of the papers, forgetting one of them on the floor, "the final confirmation."

The general frowned, his jawline showing signs of annoyance and impatience. "What is the signature for final confirmation, sir?"

Karl raised a brow at the signature. He growled, and dropped the piece of paper. "It's been signed personally, by the Führer himself, so it seems."

Indeed, in his signature messy, disheveled handwriting, he could (barely) make out the words 'Adolf Hitler, Führer of Germany'.

He paused for a second while looking outside, and suddenly, grinned a very wide, and psychotic grin.

"Well, if we're going to die, we might as well die for the Führer!"

He raised his right hand skywards, and started to laugh like an insane maniac.

Some of the soldiers peered out of their tents, eyes dark and sleepy. They had to prepare for this like no volk of Germany had ever had to, yet their 'temporary' residence was akin to those of the lowliest privates and recruits, which naturally, made them feel cranky and irritated.

"Heil Hitler! Heil Deutschland! We're all going to die, anyways!"

All of a sudden, as the boy started to stumble back in fear, the Major General started to bark out orders.

"7th Regiment, you are the Shadow Valkyries! You have been trained to strike fear and make sure all bow and kneel down to our glorious motherland!"

The men in the camp started to fully get out of their tents, picking up their equipment and supplies, while getting their 'disguises' on. "Your task is to preserve, protect, and make sure the great Reich survives, with all your heart, mind, and soul!"

After about 3 minutes, the entire regiment, composed of a mini officer corps, and entirely separate and free from all command barring the Führer himself. Blond haired men alike, with blue eyes ranging from dark, mystic oceans, to soaring skies, were lined up in filed order, saluting with a neutral face.

Karl finally said the words that they were trained to react to.

"Shadow Valkyries, move out!"

After he had sent the Valkyries out, Karl was obligated to send the orders that he was happy to abide by.

Calling the local guns in Dubiecko, he sent out the final orders that would decide millions of lives and the entire European continent.

"Sir, we're getting a radio signal from Maj. General Franzberg! The towers say it is an urgent matter!"

The radio operator was rolling around, trying to decide on a course of action. "Then answer it, dammit!"

He picked up the radio, and tuned to Karl's radio.

"Die würfel sind gefallen. I repeat, die würfel sind gefallen."

The radio operator knew what this was code for.

"Colonel Storbach, Maj. General Franzberg is ordering an artillery strike on Soviet lines!"

The line was silent for seconds, then Col. Storbach broke the silence.

"Alright then. Artillery strikes are now loading."

Colonel Petrus Storbach was overseeing the first round of many hundreds of volleys that would be shot that night.

"Artillery, are you loaded?!"

The captain of the Thor mortar gave him a thumbs-up and a grin. "We're ready."

Then came the screamed, frenzied orders.

"THEN FIRE!"


End Note:

And so it begins!

Some notes:

- Yes, that is Riza. In this timeline, she is Russian, but with German descent.

- The Thor cannon, more commonly known as a Karl-Gerät, or literally, 'Karl-device', has a 600 mm shell. They were made by the Nazis to use against the Soviets during Operation Barbarossa.

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