Stalingrad and Equestria

       Suddenly, there was a blinding light and Hermann and Albrecht were no longer in the destroyed ruins of a city. They were in what looked to be a strange village. The architecture was impossibly bright, and the sky un-naturally clean. The Sun was setting and giving way to the Moon, and they were shrouded in a dimmer, albeit still noticeable, light. There were no clouds of smog and deadly gas, no explosions, no corpses, not even any fires, aside from those being used to light the streets. However, strangest of all, they were alive, and only slightly bruised and scarred. Also, there were some small horse-like creatures like those out of the fairytales their mother read to them when they were younger, but with tattoos on their rears, and huge eyes, and filled with colors like those from a child's coloring book. And, to their shock, and somewhat horror, one of the creatures approached them. It had a horn on its head, and wing on its back. It was purple and had a purple and pink mane and tail. However, the brothers couldn't care less about this minor detail as they pondered whether or not they should draw their guns.

       Elsewhere, Vladmir and Boris awoke as well, nearly as surprised by their new surroundings as their German enemies were. However, there were no streets or small horses. There were only vines, trees, bushes, and a dirt path. The only sign of civilization was a small hut a little ways down the path.