Patting his subordinate on the arm, Brandt gave the captain a grateful nod of appreciation. He cast his gaze over the waiting officers, who stared at him, waiting for his word. Many of them had served in the last war. Some younger faces looked barely old enough to have fought in the Battle of Berlin, bleeding the Asiatic hordes for every inch of Reich territory stolen.
“Ready the men to move,” Brandt ordered. “Get word to our brother officers, the men you trust with your lives. Find out who is with is us and who is prepared to betray the Reich. Have all who are loyal prepare to join us in one, decisive strike.”
“How will we do it, Herr Oberst?” Captain Fischer asked as he ran a hand over his chin. “Many will follow the general’s word, by virtue of his rank alone.”
Brandt accepted a map
