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and gives Karl a nod of thanks, but Karl doesn’t notice because he’s
lining up on his next target. Pilch fires and drops a Roman; then Karl fires
dropping another. Shot by shot the two snipers fire, looking to each other and
trying to out do the other.
One of the Germans is disemboweled by a Roman’s blade. Oddball
slips on the bloody mess, “Join the Army they said; who wants to be on a ship?
Yeah, good choice Oddball.”
“They’re flanking us!” Muller yells.
“Advance, on me! On me!" Monte screams.
Monte steps forward and leads the group through the horde,
counter attacking to break out before they are surrounded.
“Kill ‘em, kill all the sons a’ bitches!” Monte yells, and
they fight for their lives.
With a hail of fire the soldiers advance, anger replacing
fear. Krugger uses a dead Roman like a battering ram to clear a path. Another
German goes down screaming, his entrails spilling onto the ground from the
slash of a Roman’s short sword. Monte slams a new magazine in his Thompson and
fires a long burst into three Romans coming at him. He guides the burst high
and stitches all three through the head. He spins to see the floor is piled
with bodies and the combined group of Americans and Germans are killing off the
last of the Roman horde with single shots. He sighs and lowers his weapon, out
of breath, blood dripping down his uniform, “Alright.”
Muller looks to him, “Thank you. I’m Captain Muller.”
Monte glares at him, “Don’t thank me. We came to kill you,
not to save you.”
Muller nods and smiles, “If I am your prisoner, under the
Geneva Convention, you are responsible for my protection.”
Krugger starts to gather the German troops behind Muller.
“That’s funny,” Monte says sarcastically.
The two stare each other down. Muller holds his pistol at
his side. The Germans and American eye each other suspiciously, fingers on
triggers, weapons at the ready.
“We gonna have a problem?” Monte finally asks.
The two men look over their opposing forces, evenly matched.
Muller shrugs, “Could go either way.”
Monte grips his weapon tight and nods, “Could.”
Muller turns to his men, “Stand down.”
Monte slings his Thompson and the Americans relax. Muller
extends his hand.
“Let’s just get one thing straight. I’m in charge,” Monte
says firmly.
“I understand . . . Sergeant.”
Monte extends his hand, and the two men shake.
Pilch steps forward and spits at Muller’s feet, “No fucking
way. I ain’t joining forces with no murdering bast . . . ”
Karl hits Pilch with a hook.
Pilch glares at him, “That the best you got, Jerry?”
Pilch draws his arm back to strike when Monte grabs him and
tosses him back out of the way. Weapons are pointed on both sides.
Muller gently pushes Karl back. Monte nods an apology to him
and turns to Pilch.
“If you haven’t noticed, we’re in the shit here.”
Pilch rubs his jaw, “Bastards killed my brother. U-boat sunk
his transport; he drowned in the North Atlantic.”
Pilch moves for Muller, and Monte has to push him back.
“Seventeen and drowned ‘cause these fucking bastards want to
take over the world!”
“If you can’t control yourself, soldier, you can hand over
that weapon.”
Pilch and Monte lock eyes.
“He’s a god-damn Kraut officer; they butchered us at
Kasserine! Larry, Tom, Harrigan all of ‘em.”
The mood is tense, soldier eyeing soldier.
“Give me your weapon.”
“Fuck you.”
“Now!”
Pilch tosses Monte his rifle, and the soldiers on both sides
lower their weapons. Monte slings Pilchs’ rifle and turns to Muller, “Any way
outta here?”
Muller points toward the tunnel, “It goes deeper.”
“It is the way,” Yusif informs them.
Monte spins on him and points an accusing finger at his face,
“I want some straight fuckin’ answers out of you!”
Yusif looks to Camir and then over the dirty, bloody, sweat
stained faces of the men before him.
He nods, “We have been
lining up on his next target. Pilch fires and drops a Roman; then Karl fires
dropping another. Shot by shot the two snipers fire, looking to each other and
trying to out do the other.
One of the Germans is disemboweled by a Roman’s blade. Oddball
slips on the bloody mess, “Join the Army they said; who wants to be on a ship?
Yeah, good choice Oddball.”
“They’re flanking us!” Muller yells.
“Advance, on me! On me!" Monte screams.
Monte steps forward and leads the group through the horde,
counter attacking to break out before they are surrounded.
“Kill ‘em, kill all the sons a’ bitches!” Monte yells, and
they fight for their lives.
With a hail of fire the soldiers advance, anger replacing
fear. Krugger uses a dead Roman like a battering ram to clear a path. Another
German goes down screaming, his entrails spilling onto the ground from the
slash of a Roman’s short sword. Monte slams a new magazine in his Thompson and
fires a long burst into three Romans coming at him. He guides the burst high
and stitches all three through the head. He spins to see the floor is piled
with bodies and the combined group of Americans and Germans are killing off the
last of the Roman horde with single shots. He sighs and lowers his weapon, out
of breath, blood dripping down his uniform, “Alright.”
Muller looks to him, “Thank you. I’m Captain Muller.”
Monte glares at him, “Don’t thank me. We came to kill you,
not to save you.”
Muller nods and smiles, “If I am your prisoner, under the
Geneva Convention, you are responsible for my protection.”
Krugger starts to gather the German troops behind Muller.
“That’s funny,” Monte says sarcastically.
The two stare each other down. Muller holds his pistol at
his side. The Germans and American eye each other suspiciously, fingers on
triggers, weapons at the ready.
“We gonna have a problem?” Monte finally asks.
The two men look over their opposing forces, evenly matched.
Muller shrugs, “Could go either way.”
Monte grips his weapon tight and nods, “Could.”
Muller turns to his men, “Stand down.”
Monte slings his Thompson and the Americans relax. Muller
extends his hand.
“Let’s just get one thing straight. I’m in charge,” Monte
says firmly.
“I understand . . . Sergeant.”
Monte extends his hand, and the two men shake.
Pilch steps forward and spits at Muller’s feet, “No fucking
way. I ain’t joining forces with no murdering bast . . . ”
Karl hits Pilch with a hook.
Pilch glares at him, “That the best you got, Jerry?”
Pilch draws his arm back to strike when Monte grabs him and
tosses him back out of the way. Weapons are pointed on both sides.
Muller gently pushes Karl back. Monte nods an apology to him
and turns to Pilch.
“If you haven’t noticed, we’re in the shit here.”
Pilch rubs his jaw, “Bastards killed my brother. U-boat sunk
his transport; he drowned in the North Atlantic.”
Pilch moves for Muller, and Monte has to push him back.
“Seventeen and drowned ‘cause these fucking bastards want to
take over the world!”
“If you can’t control yourself, soldier, you can hand over
that weapon.”
Pilch and Monte lock eyes.
“He’s a god-damn Kraut officer; they butchered us at
Kasserine! Larry, Tom, Harrigan all of ‘em.”
The mood is tense, soldier eyeing soldier.
“Give me your weapon.”
“Fuck you.”
“Now!”
Pilch tosses Monte his rifle, and the soldiers on both sides
lower their weapons. Monte slings Pilchs’ rifle and turns to Muller, “Any way
outta here?”
Muller points toward the tunnel, “It goes deeper.”
“It is the way,” Yusif informs them.
Monte spins on him and points an accusing finger at his face,
“I want some straight fuckin’ answers out of you!”
Yusif looks to Camir and then over the dirty, bloody, sweat
stained faces of the men before him.
He nods, “We have been
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