3 Aftermatch
Empire of Japan
Location: Outskirts of Igarka(Former Soviet City)
Date: 1963, February 16th.
Time: 13.38 P.M
The woodlands quietness was disrupted by the panting of two male bodies trucking through the snow. The white camouflage uniform made them almost blend into the surroundings if it was for the guns standing out with different colors. The sound of battle had long been gone for 30 minutes now for the duo of Charles and Yash. Charles reckoned they would be about 2 miles north from Igarka soon. He beckoned Yash to slow down to a stop.
"You know where we are?" Yash voiced is inner thoughts.
"Yeah, approximately." Charles replied.
The duo sat by a huge fallen tree, giving them a cover of 180 degrees towards where they came from. Charles lifted his backpack from his back and set it in front of him. He rummaged around until he got out a map detailed around Igarka.
"We should be here." Charles said as he pointed at the map, there was only two thumbs separating them and the town of Igarka.
"We head west then south, I already explained the plan. Lets rest for five then continue onward. Yakushev will be having supper soon."
Yash responded with a single word in Uzbek: "Xop."
Empire of Japan
Location: Outskirts of Igarka(Former Soviet City)
Date: 1963, February 16th.
Time: 12.48 P.M
"Heil Hitler! Major Wagner, we captured seven people." A Nazi German soldier gave of a salute with raising his right hand held out slightly from the shoulder. The rest of the world called it the Hitler salute. Major Wagner responded by looking at the shabby soldier of the enemy army. His hazel colored eyes inspected the pitiful lives of the now defeated auxiliary platoon. These enemies came from all over the world of occupied Nazi German land, these were traitors of the Reich. Wagner closed in on the seven auxiliary soldiers and spit on the ground in front of them.
"Jävla tyska svin!" A soldier shouted from the rank of seven standing on their knees in the snow. As trying to struggle to get an attack on Major Wagner. The Nazi German soldier were about to react when a single shot was heard. The auxiliary soldier charging got his face distorted inwards by the impact of the bullet, leaving his eye sockets melting into one. Smoke slowly rose up from the Walther P38 that Wagner was holding. With a face devoid of emotion Wagner slowly turned away walking the opposite direction of the dead body. Wagner re-holstered the gun, the Walther P38 wasn't the most effective pistol in the Nazi German army, but it was made ceremonial for its contribution in the Nazi German victory of conquering Europe.
"Was that Swedish, Unteroffizier(Sergeant) Weber?" Wagner questioned a subordinate.
"Heil Hitler. I'm not quite sure, Major Wagner. The Norwegians, Swedish and Danish sound alike." Sergeant Weber replied respectfully while doing a Hitler Salute. Major Wagner nodded in reply.
"My brother has a Swedish wife, arian at that too. Hahaha." Wagner said with a chuckle at the end.
"I see Major Wagner." Sergeant Weber responded.
"Check to see if reinforcements are making good time over the river, we are taking Igarka from the Japanese tonight." Wagner proclaimed while pulling out a cigarette. Sergeant Weber stared at the Major lighting up the cigarette and didn't go into action before he met the ice cold hazel eyes.
"At once, Major Wagner!"
