The BattleThey had all fallen asleep for a few hours around the brazier when Baldassarre woke Oskar, who slumbered under a pile of carpets.
- Time to go.
The men collected the arms locked in the storeroom and crept out silently. It was still night and bitterly cold.
The group marched in single file, without speaking, the brisk step taking them to the city's outskirts. Oskar was strangely calm, but still amazed at the new circumstances he was in. He was armed with a submachine g*n and carrying a large pistol at the side. Hand grenades swung nonchalantly from his belt. On the city outskirts a truck waited for them, the driver sleeping in the driver's seat. The man was without shoes. They hurried onto the truck and sat next to each other on uncomfortable wooden benches. The vehicle began p
