In the Tiger 2...
Scootaloo, Rumble, Silver Spoon from the periscopes, and Button Mash from the hatch, saw Sweetie Belle merciless mow down the 8 Soviets . They have no sympathy for those 8, they were part of the NKVD. Then they also see 8 of the rescued foals getting into the front of the trucks truck, where 2 of the Soviets each had been sitting, the driver and passenger next to them. All 4 drivers are earth ponies and all 4 passengers next to the driver are unicorns. The other foals start getting into the back of the truck at the front.
Sweetie Belle is about to teleport back into the Tiger 2. For a brief moment she looks proudly at the tank. While other societies associated the Tiger 2 with the Nazis and their oppression, to Sweetie Belle as well as the others, they see the Tiger 2 differently. They don't see it as just some tool the Nazis used, they see it much differently. They see it as a liberator that promises freedom and light against the oppressive reds. The tank is something to have hope in.
As Sweetie Belle is about to teleport back into the tank, she hears rustling to her left, where there's even more trees. She immediately swings her head in that direction, aiming in that direction with her STG-44 using her magic. But as 7 figures come out, she drops the gun. She sees 2 identical unicorn stallions and 5 humans, all of them being tall white young males with blond hair and blue irises, which are wearing standard Equestrian-human uniform.
"Flim? Flam? We thought you were-" Sweetie Belle stutters. It is Flim and Flam. She swore that he as well as Flam died.
"Nein, we weren't going to die with these two alive. But God played his part in protecting us, no doubt about that," Said one of the 5 humans, who had a German accent. He is the tallest out of the 5 Germans.
"Gott hat uns gerettet, nicht wahr?" He chuckled. He and the the other 4 nod with each other while smiling and lightly chuckling and fist bumping each other.
"Well... Flim, like to explain?" Flam turns to his identical brother and takes a few steps back.
"I was expecting we'd lose the battle. So I was expecting our tanks getting destroyed. As I prepared, I had time to teleport just before my tank got destroyed. With that, I was able to save Flam, as well as the German crew," Flim explained. It turned out nobody in the 3 destroyed Tiger 2's actually died.
"What you did was incredible. You deserve to drive that tank, not us. You're a natural-born tanker," Said the same German, looking at Sweetie Belle.
"Well it weren't just me... but my friends helping me as well," Sweetie Belle corrected the German.
"Gut... good... good emblems," Said one of the other Germans, complimenting the 3 cutie marks painted on the Tiger 2's upper plate, and the words on the turret. He didn't speak English all too well.
"Thank you," Sweetie Belle nodded.
"Well, we'd be honoured to fight with the Cutie Mark Resistance," Said Flam as he nods, then looks to the other 4 Germans.
"Wir würden uns geehrt fühlen, mit dem Cutie Mark Resistance zu kämpfen, ja?" The other 4 strongly nod in agreement.
"It'd be an honour to accept you in," Sweetie Belle smiled, nodding. She uses her magic and teleports out from the light turquoise box 7 STG-44's and gives them to Flim, Flam and the 5 Germans.
"Let us get aboard on top of the tank. We'll give you directions to the army camp we located earlier," Said the same German. Sweetie Belle nods as she teleports back into the Tiger 2. Meanwhile, Flim and Flam gets aboard the truck that's in front.
Sweetie Belle teleports back into the gunner's seat. She feels much better being in the tank.
"They're alive? How-"
"I wouldn't complain. They're gonna help us locate this camp," Sweetie Belle interrupted Scootaloo. Behind them they see a human board into the tank, being one of the Germans.
"Ah, seven of you little ones operating? You lot are very effective," Said the German.
"I take it you're the commander of your crew?" He asked, looking at Button Mash, who slowly nods.
"Get some rest, I'll take charge in commanding for now," Said the German. Button Mash gets down and climbs over to Sweetie Belle. Sweetie Belle shuffles forward slightly so Button Mash can sit behind her. He has his forehooves around her, so he don't fall off. Meanwhile, the German is standing where Button Mash would be, sticking out of the turret.
"Setzen Sie sich einfach auf die Kisten," The German said to the other 4. He is speaking his native language, German.
"Sagen Sie dem Fahrer, dass er fahren soll," Said one of the other Germans from outside.
"He's saying drive," The commanding German translated, commanding Scootaloo. She pushes the gearstick forward and the Tiger 2 starts driving forward. Meanwhile, the commanding German signals to the 4 captured trucks to drive forward, which start following suit.
"My crew and I lost hope and felt we served no purpose anymore. We lost the war... my and my friends fought for the country, not the ideology. All our blood and sweet, all for nothing. But what we can do is save another country," The commanding German starts taking with the crew of 7 foals.
"Whatever Germany did, the Soviets did and are still doing worse things," Rumble stated.
"Yes, that is right. Hitler was correct on one thing. The Bolsheviks are a threat to Europe as a whole and will destroy futures. I rather the west to occupy all of Germany, because we'd at least have a future to look for. The Soviets would give us no future. The east of Germany has no future," The commanding German nodded in agreement.
"Bolsheviks?" Apple Bloom raises her left eyebrow, confused. She didn't know what a Bolshevik was.
"Soviets. Russians... Bolsheviks. Same thing. Same danger," The commanding German responded.
"Whether you're the aggressor or not, they'll loot and destroy what you have. If you don't hide, they rape your wife and kids, and then they deport you. Shot if you're lucky. The only thing you can do is fight back and pray you win," The commanding German vented. Hearing the words loot, destroy, rape, deport and shot, all in one small paragraph, unsettles the 7 foals.
"Hör auf, sie werden das Zeug nicht hören wollen," Said one of the Germans outside.
"Ja, ja, tut mir leid," The commanding German apologized. He goes back to focusing on doing his role as the tank commander.
"Turn left, ten o'clock," He commanded. Scootaloo steers left slightly, making the tank turn, slowly turning towards that direction.
"Der Fahrer ist perfekt, ja?" One of the Germans stated.
"Ja," They all said in conjunction with each other.
"Ihr Lager ist links von uns!" One of the Germans yelled.
"Turn left, nine o'clock," The commanding German demanded. Scootaloo steers left, turning the tank left. The 4 trucks, still following the Tiger 2, also turn left.
"Hier sind sie..." The commanding German muttered to himself.
"Huh, this is their camp... huh," Button Mash gazes at the site through the telescope. Through it there's 3 organized lines of 10 green tents a few hundred metres away, all tents being roughly 5 metres away from each other. At the other end they see a captured Tiger 2, judging by the red star painted on the side of it's turret. There is also 2 IS-2's, one in front and the other behind, a few metres apart from the captured Tiger 2 in the middle.
"Stop the tank!" The commanding German demanded. Scootaloo pulls the gear back, stopping the tank.
"Brown one, you're back in command. Us five are going to sneak over to the tank. Cover us if we're caught," The commanding German instructed as he climbs out. Meanwhile, the trucks following them also stops. From the truck at the front, Flim and Flam teleports out, regrouping with the 5 Germans, and stops them walking further. Then, the 5 Germans disappeared after the twin unicorn stallions use magic.
"Equestrian magic is a wonderful thing," Said the same German, the commanding German. His voice is coming from the radio. The German crew had been teleported into the other Tiger 2.
"What's your name by the way?" Rumble asked on the radio.
"Stefan. I'm the only one out of us that speaks English well," The German replied on the radio.
"Well, Stefan, what do we do?" Rumble asked on the radio.
"Using our cannons will alert the others and they'll send reinforcements. We'll then certainly die. We'll also more likely be caught if two of us rampage through their tents. We will wait until nightfall to do our assault," Stefan answered on the radio.
"Go and conceal your tank. You stick out like a sore thumb. The Russians will easily tell you're an enemy. We will wait until nightfall, where others will sleep in these tents, then we run them over. To your right behind you are some bushes. Take your tank there and conceal yourselves," Stefan instructed on the radio. Scootaloo pulls the gearstick backwards and starts reversing, steering right. She continues reversing, and reversing... and reversing...
"Stop. You're hidden. I can't see you. Neither will they. Flim and Flam are going back to and order the four trucks to hide too. We will wait until nightfall," Stefan stated on the radio. Scootaloo pushes the gearstick forward slightly, stopping the tank.
Meanwhile, the 4 captured Lend-lease Studebaker US6 trucks began reversing. They're going to hide somewhere else.
(Night time)
The sun had fallen, and the moon had risen. It is continuing to pour down with rain. Soviet soldiers have been walking to and getting into their tents, unsuspecting what's going to happen next. Both the CMC and the German crew had been patiently waiting for the cover of night, and the appearance of Soviets. They talked about a bit about their lives before the war in the mean time while they wait.
"Is your crew ready Stefan?" Rumble asked on the radio.
"Ja, are you?" Stefan asked back on the radio. Rumble turns around and looks to each of the others. He nods, which they all nod back. Rumble turns back around.
"Ja," Rumble replied back on the radio.
"Okay. Run over the tents!" Stefan ordered on the radio. Scootaloo pushes the gear forward slightly, slowly driving the Tiger 2 outwards. From her periscope she sees the other Tiger 2, operated by Stefan and the others from his crew, already driving over a tent.
Meanwhile, Scootaloo takes the tank over their first tent. The CMC can just about hear screaming as well as the crunching and snapping of bones, the squelching of flesh and blood. They cringe at the sounds. But they feel better knowing it's Soviets being crushed. To them, a good Soviet is a dead Soviet.
Slowly, the CMC and the German crew are running over a tent, one by one. They're using nothing but the weight of the tank as a weapon, to avoid gaining as much attention for as long as possible. After many slow minutes, all tents had been ran over. There are blood stains that can be seen inside the tent from outside.
"Good! Good," Stefan congratulated on the radio.
"What now?" Rumble asked on the radio.
"We relocate. More will be on the way. Follow us," Stefan answered on the radio.
Scootaloo turns the Tiger 2 around. The CMC's Tiger 2 is now following behind the other Tiger 2, operated by Stefan and his crew.
Then, Flim and Flam teleport, onto the engine decks. Flim teleports onto the tank in front that's being operated by the German crew. Flam teleports onto the tank behind that's being operated by the CMC. The unicorn stallions are doing hoof gestures. The 4 trucks emerge from their hiding places, and began following the tanks.
"This is beginning to turn out a lot harder than originally anticipated," Apple Bloom murmured, and leans onto Tender Taps.
"Well there's definitely no turning back now. But we have each other," Silver Spoon reassured.
"We were friends, but now we're family, and this tank is our home," Button Mash added onto Silver Spoon.
"We spot something to our right," Stefan stated on the radio. The Tiger 2 in front turns right. Scootaloo hears and turns their tank right, following the Tiger 2 in front.
"What is it you see?" Rumble asked back on the radio.
"Looks like a dirt pile," Stefan replied on the radio.
"What is that to do with anything?" Rumble questioned on the radio.
"I fear the worst," Stefan vaguely replied on the radio. He has a grim grudge on what is near that dirt pile.
The 2 German-made tanks stops driving, as well as the 4 trucks following behind. Ahead, roughly around 500 hundred yards away is a dirt pile and trees. Flim and Flam jump off the back of the tanks. Flim walks over to Flam. They then both see Button Mash pop out of the hatch of the Tiger 2 behind.
"Stefan wants you two to check for possible mines and that dirt pile ahead," Button Mash whispered over to them. The unicorns nod and starts walking over to the pile. They have to go with just each other and an STG-44 each, which they're holding with magic. If there's any Soviets nearby the dirt pile, the tanks or the sounds of magic will alert them.
"Maybe we can take some Soviet equipment and after the war we can sell it for more bits," Flim added onto what Flam suggested, who nods to the idea.
The 2 unicorns are now a hundred yards away from the dirt pile. But what was originally obscured by the trees no longer is, a large tractor-looking vehicle with a plow. It starts moving, and immediately, Flim and Flam start shooting at it.
POW POW POW POW POW POW POW POW POW POW POW POW POW POW
POW POW POW POW POW POW POW...
The tractor stops moving. Flim and Flam have no time to pay attention to the tractor. They charge forward past the dirt pile guns-blazing, literally.
POW POW POW POW POW POW!
Immediately, they stop firing. Other than the tractor, nothing else is here. They wasted ammo by rushing. But it was better safe than sorry.
"Oh my..." Flim shuddered, looking down at the ground to his right. Flam looks over and he too shudders. There is a big rectangular hole in the dirt a few feet away. In that big hole is a pile of pale ponies, all dead, with a red bullet hole in their foreheads, blood being everywhere in the pit. There's roughly 40 individuals inside.
Flim and Flam seen a fresh mass grave before, a few days ago after falling behind enemy lines, with ponies from either the Royal Guard, Wonderbolts, some Washouts and even regular ponies, mostly stallions. But this mass grave here is by far the worst one they've seen. The ponies in this mass grave are mostly mares, as well as fillies and colts, some of whom look even younger than the CMC. But the worst part of it is they see that 2 of the mares appeared to of been pregnant, and another appeared to be holding a baby in their forehooves, before getting shot. It appeared the baby's skull got crushed after their mother got shot and fell in.
"Buck me..." Flam felt like he wanted to puke. Flim meanwhile went to use magic and teleport a camera into his left forehoof. As difficult as this is, they must photograph this atrocity. They are going to show everybody what's happening in the occupied territories. It is a cold stark reminder of why Equestria is fighting, to stop atrocities like this being committed. No other enemy of Equestria had been this cold-blooded.
"Oh- what the buck..." From where Flim is, he sees another 2 piles in the distance, roughly a few hundred yards away. From where he and Flam is, they can see activity. The tractors like the one they just shot at, they are pushing the dirt pile. In this area, they estimate there's probably another 200 bodies just dumped into mass graves, far too high of a number. Any number of dead bodies is far too high.
"Let's go, it's not right to be here," Flim walked away after he took a photo of the mass grave. He felt like he had to walk away. Flam nods as he follows Flim.
"What... disgusting creatures... they are..." Flam muttered to himself. The Soviets have committed the lowest of lows in his eyes. He's trying to think why, why did a baby pony have to be murdered, and then dumped like that, an innocent sole that got destroyed before their life even began? In their last moments they must of been petrified. But the same can also be said for everypony in that grave. But that image of the baby had got to the 2 stallions, hard.
The CMC as well as the German crew are feeling the punch, or the urge to sleep. It is late at night and the rain has been on and off. They're still waiting on Flim and Flam. But they now see the 2 stallions slowly walking their way back to them. Button Mash opens the hatch and pops his head out.
"What happened?" Button Mash asked. He can tell by the looks, Flim and Flam have seen something horrible.
"We'd rather not talk about what we saw. To put it simply... it was a mass grave... not buried yet..." Flim sighed as he climbed onto the German crew's Tiger 2.
"This is why we're fighting," Flam said sternly as he climbs onto the CMC's Tiger 2. He levitates an image of the mass grave with his magic, to show Button Mash. The colt just froze, mortified. He showed the image to the other 6 as well. They're equally mortified, but it's a reminder why they must fight back.
The CMR meanwhile is slowly gaining momentum and getting more organized. They have trained combatants that are part of the resistance. At the core of it, the CMC, they have a motivation. A little bit is for vengeance, there's no denying that. But it is also to inspire hope, to fight for freedom and peace. Equestria will never ever be the same after this new, ever-growing conflict. But what they can do is fight for Equestria's existence, and then rebuild. But until then, they must fight, whether they live or die. If no one fights back in the occupied territories, then there's no hope to gain freedom.
Small note:
Sorry for a shorter chapter than usual for EPWT. But this chapter (plus last chapter) is an insight of roughly how the CMR will be operating. The CMC and the German crew will be driving the tanks to protect the trucks. The other ponies in the trucks will just be guarding the equipment on the trucks and driving the trucks about. Then Flim and Flam will be taking photos to expose atrocities. They all have a role, saving ponies (or any creature), driving, and exposing Soviet war crimes.