Brandt found himself ordered again to do nothing. Slamming down his transmitter’s handset, he cursed under his breath. He ran a hand under his chin and scratched his skin as he thought. After a moment, he raised the binoculars to his eyes again. The advancing under-strength company continued on their course parallel to his position. Like a predator ready to mete out a death blow, he could lash out at them, catch them in his claws. But unless they turned towards him, he remained unable to engage. Feeling the frustration within him growing, he lowered his binoculars and turned to Captain Fischer.
“I will not have my hands tied behind my back while our city burns. Ready the men to move. It’s time to get our hands dirty.”
Without delay, Captain Fischer sprang from the panzer and sprinted tow
