Stan and Bartosz snuck around the eastern edge of the town, accompanied by a dozen of their new Soviet comrades, intending to overrun the assumed enemy command center while the rest of the unit swarmed out to engage the pockets of Germans in the vicinity.
comradesBut when they entered the stone building, it was completely empty. Their group leader stopped cold in his tracks. Stan’s senses shot into high alert, instantly focusing his vision and amplifying his hearing. Then he heard it: Footfalls. Hissed commands. Gunfire.
Stan groaned. They’d been set up and walked into the trap like mice looking for cheese. Trapped inside the building that was taking serious mortar fire from a German tank ambling down the street.
“We need to get out of here before this building comes down around our ear
