Shaking his head, Major Wellesley called for a radioman when Zofia turned her back on him and waved her soldiers towards the front.
“Where are you going?” Major Wellesley called after her. “I’ll need Major General Hamilton’s authorisation to allow some limited form of—”
“You talk too much,” Zofia shouted without turning her head back towards him. “We’ll be in the vanguard when you have your authorisation.”
A cheer went up from the Army of David when they marched towards the frontlines, while a flustered Major Wellesley began barking into his handset.
FREDRIKPLATZ, 1.5KM FROM THE CITY CENTRE
11.32 MST
DAY 2
Sergeant McCabe accepted a mug of tea from one of the West Germans. He took a sip and started pacing around the abandoned Nazi church. For the last few hours, he and most of the c
