Wehrmacht

Garren Schultz wandered through the ruin buildings of Stalliongrad. The chaos that started at dawn had turned the city into a wasteland. Dead bodies were lying everywhere, he saw blood flowing into the sewers and drains outside. Garren walked into an apartment building, as he went up the stairs he felt the building shake a little. Well at least its a bit stable, it'll do he thought to himself, he laid down in a prone position eyeing the other buildings and streets. He brushed his blood soaked boots on a rug and hid under a bed, he eyed the streets when something flashed by his scope. He saw a pegasus flying, he went into his scope and held his breath. He aimed and fired, the bullet being manipulated by wind and gravity, it took the jaw clean off leaving the tongue. The pegasus fell down to the earth, Garren smiled as how another popped out to try and drag the body. Garren pulled the bolt of his Karabiner and fired again hitting the second in the neck where the bullet was lodged. He smiled at how foolish the targets were, instead of taking cover, they try to help their fallen friends. These were much easier targets as their opponents were weak and didn't know how to respond unlike the Allied forces.

Shot after shot, bodies began to be added onto the streets, behind him he heard the door burst open and froze. He heard the trotting of a horse and began to slow his breathing. He felt the hoof step on the rubble and began pressuring on his leg. He slowly tried to shift his leg away and heard a crack and a thump. He crawled back out and he felt a sudden sharp pain in his shoulder, he quickly pulled out his knife and swung behind him and lodged it into something. His eyelids began to be heavy and Garren strained to keep them open, he saw that he lodged his knife into a pony's chest, he tried to pull it out, but couldn't gather the strength. Garren crawled towards a hole in a wall and slipped through and was unconscious.

Garren slowly opened his eyes, he looked around.

"Hey, wake up!" a young voice yelled.

Garren felt a soft kick and stood up. The young American tanker aimed his Thompson sub machine gun at him. Garren set down his rifle and Luger, he stared at the tanker. His jacket tainted with blotches of red and a sleeve ripped, the googles on his cap cracked and bloodied. Garren was dragged when suddenly, an explosion shook the building with a deafening roar. The tanker stumbled forward and Garren slipped away. Sprinting as fast as he can, Garren vaulted through a window and slipped down the the walls. An explosion burst behind him threw him off and fell onto a wooden cart. He slowly opened his eyes, his bones aching, he saw the tanker crawling out through the rubble and was met by guardsponies who aimed their weapons at him. He was dragged away into an alley and Garren crawled out of the cart remains. He began limping back to an outpost set up near Stalliongrad. As the pain began to recede, Garren walked but there was pain left, guilt. He wondered about the tanker dragged away, he wondered who will rescue him. What about the others? They will rescue him, right? He thought. Garren couldn't stop thinking about what would happen to the tanker.

He ran, running back towards the building that had collapsed. He darted through the alley way where the ponies had took him, it lead to another road. He slowly walked and hid behind a bush, there was a cart rolling nearby. What a verdammt coincidence, he thought. He climbed on and buried himself under a blanket and saw food and water, he was exhausted. He put his hand into a box and picked out some bread and split it in half. He quietly ate the bread and put the other half in his pocket. Garren watched slowly raised his head and eyed the streets, he saw the tanker being dragged by the guardsponies. He jumped out and threw his knife at the pony pulling the cart, he ran after the guardsponies and the tanker. Up in the orange flaming sky, he saw rockets looming overhead, smoke trails showing the perfect arc of the rockets. Katyusha he thought. Or was it the Panzerwerfer, he remembered that the Panzerwerfer rockets were in 6's or 9's. Garren continued pursueing the ponies, when they went into an open road, Garren aimed quickly but carefully. He held his breath, steadying his aim, and fired. The bullet zipping through the air and into the brain of a guardspony. Garren saw that the ponies were slowed down, he fired another shot leaving one guardspony to die. He walked quickly towards the struggling guardspony.

"I heard that you ponies talk about friendship right?" Garren smiled. "You are getting in the way of that for me and my friends. How does it feel to always talk about friendship, but break it up for us hmm?"

"You creatures KILL us!" the guardspony replied. "You are savages!"

"Savages? No, we don't kill, no, no, no. We fight for what we believe in," Garren said. "We fight with bravery and not cowardly like you, we execute our orders without hesitation, that's how we fight. Your army is flawed, they are weak, cowardly and worthless pigs who run towards the face of death with no purpose at all in this world. The Wehrmacht is superior to your army and soon have great allies or friends that will not be broken up by you pathetic people."

"Hey kraut," the tanker wheezed. "I think my leg's broken, so shut up and get me out of here."

Garren saw that the guardspony escaped and carried the tanker on his shoulders. He began to walk back to base with the tankeer on his shoulders.

"Hey, I got your back alright?" the tanker said. "So, you don't have to swing around so much."

Garren replied with silence and set down the tanker in the cart.

"Hey, smartass, how are we gonna move, this thing is too heavy you know," The tanker pointed out.

Garren sighed and sat down, his eyes slowly closing from exhaustion.