A guerrilla fighter leaned against a pine tree, yawning. He was a sentry dispatched by the guerrillas. Dawn had already broken, and before long someone would come to relieve him. That made him let his guard down as well.
Suddenly, someone in white camouflage appeared behind him. A hand clamped over his mouth and nose. The guerrilla fighter tried to struggle, but a dagger flashed into his chest like lightning.
Blood streamed from his body and fell onto the snow, leaving behind a shocking crimson stain.
The German military special forces moved one after another. In less than half an hour, every sentry the guerrillas had posted, whether in the open or hidden in the dark, had been cleared out completely. The traps set up for warning were all destroyed as well. To the German military's most elite special forces, such things were nothing at all.
"Sir, it's been cleared out," a special forces soldier reported to Major Schulz.
"Attack!" Major Schulz ordered.
The scouts from two Reconnaissance Companies immediately crept toward the guerrillas' camp. To strengthen their firepower, four tracked Armored Fighting Vehicles and twelve half-tracked Armored Personnel Carriers joined the attack. The Armored Fighting Vehicles were equipped with twin-mounted 20mm autocannons and two 7.62mm Heavy Machine Guns on their roofs. The personnel carriers, meanwhile, carried one 12.7mm Heavy Machine Gun and one 7.62mm Heavy Machine Gun on top.
"Creak, creak!"
"Crack!"
The tracks crushed through the snow, making waves of noise. In particular, some trees were snapped beneath the armored vehicles, producing much louder sounds.
When the German military troops drew close to the guerrillas' camp, the guerrilla fighters hiding inside the wooden cabins finally noticed them. One guerrilla fighter opened the door and stepped outside.
When he saw the pitch-black armored vehicles, his expression immediately turned extremely