Fritz Fischer was an average soldier in the Imperial German Army. He had long since been dispatched to Iberia, and had spent the last three years under the smouldering sun of the region. Sure, he had been given leave, and returned to the reich, to witness the monumental changes that occurred after each deployment. However, with each passing day, he was convinced that Iberia would become his grave.
Currently, the man sat inside an armored stagecoach, which was fitted with a turret that utilized a mk 2 Schmidt gun. This was just one of many such vehicles that strode through the war-torn streets of Toledo. He was currently loading several shells into his trench gun, while the men beside him kept a lookout through the small slats for potential hostiles.