Well, hello everyone who stumbled upon this story! I made this because I liked playing this game, and I started getting ideas for that game, which leads to this story. For those who got here from my first story, I hope you like it, and for those who came across this, I hope you like it too.

And also, disclaimer: I own nothing from this story, other than my characters.

D-Day, June 6th, 1944

Vierville

02.34 AM

The battle to clear the area near Vierville out of the Germans has been successful. The Flaks have been neutralized, the patrol has been killed, the reinforcements have been defeated, they have control of the place, and every Germans the American Airborne encountered had been killed.

Except for a Pioneer and a Grenadier that surrendered in the last minutes.

Some of the Americans were celebrating it by drinking the wines they confiscated from the Germans, while some others stayed alert, not wanting to keep their guard down because of their victory. Two Airborne soldiers were guarding the prisoners, each one of them equipped with an M1 Carbine.

"Why the Hell do we even surrendered, Pioneer? We should've guard this place even if it costs us our lives, not to surrender to the Yankees." The Grenadier said, glaring towards the Pioneer in question. He would've punched him, if his hands weren't tied behind his back.

"Like I told you for the God damned five times, Grenadier, this will be worth it." The Pioneer retorted, tired of his comrade's endless asking. "If you're dead, you can't defend this place anymore." He continued on.

"At least I tried defending it."

"What matters is not the process. It's the result."

The Grenadier flinched back at the Pioneer's remark, and then he tsked, before looking towards the opposite way. "At least I tried." He retorted weakly.

"It matters not to the one who gives you the mission. What they want is the result, not the effort." The Grenadier flinched again, and wondered how he got such painful words in his mind. "You think this is a school, where the effort is also noted? No, this isn't. This is a damned war zone. The result is what matters. The effort comes second."

The Grenadier couldn't form a reply towards his statement, so he hung his head in defeat. He was right, and the Grenadier also knows that. The effort would determine the results, and the results will be the defining moment that changed the course of the war. If the effort is not enough, they would either change or not change the course of war, and in a defense, it's the former that will happen, not the latter.

"Where did you learn such a thing, Jerry?" One of the Airborne asked with one raised eyebrow, curious to how he had such an important fact.

"Yeah, but more importantly, why are you talking with fluent English, Pioneer?" The other one asked in suspicion. He could smell that something was not right when the Pioneer had such fluent English, and he's not going to let it down without asking it. "Where do you learn to speak it?"

"School." The Pioneer answered sarcastically. Even if he did say it without the tone, they would've figured that he was lying anyway. "No, of course not. You wouldn't find out until you can tell what the white Reich Eagle insignia is."

'Ah, yes, the insignia.' The Grenadier thought, remembering the white Reich Eagle that grasps the oath without the swastika in it insignia on the back of the Pioneer's right hand and in front of his helmet. 'He's the only one that had such insignia here, and he said that it had a deep meaning to his life. I wonder what that means. I need to read some newspaper again...'

The second of the Airborne scowled at the Pioneer's answer, but did nothing towards him. "Our troops are searching for what it means, so you better not be too cocky about it." He warned him.

"And by the time they do, you would want to, no, will, release both of us, in fear of your own safety. But of course, our Commander is not really as famous as Erwin Rommel and Hermann Goering and many more famous leaders to the western world as opposed to the Eastern Front thanks to our commander intelligence's work, so you will have to look for a bit before you find out what it means." The Pioneer then smiled evilly. "But if you were the Russian army and you saw the Reich Eagle I had, you'll wet your pants faster than meeting with a Tiger 1 at such sight. But there's the fact that we own several of them. You'll shit faster than when you had diarrhea."

'And there's this Commander he's talking about…' The Grenadier thought again, wondering who the Commander is. 'His pride always rockets high every time he talks about this Commander…is this Commander as good as what this Pioneer claims to be?'

"Okay, you can shut that mouth of yours, now." The Airborne ordered, his thin patience vanishing. "I don't need to hear any more of what you said, or I'll put holes in that body of yours."

The Pioneer just shrugged at his order, not intimidated at all by the threat. "My Commander's threat is much scarier than yours." He said nonchalantly, before he stared to the only lamp in the room, and watched as it shakes slightly, bringing some dust down to the floor. He felt his smile widens at the sight. "Well, you're in no luck, Americans. Looks like you came at the wrong time."

"And what do you mean by-"

"CONTACT, KRAUT INFANTRY!"

The shout alerted the two Airborne in the room, and both of them immediately left the room, leaving the Pioneer and the Grenadier alone. Sighing, the Pioneer undid his binding himself as he heard the battle that was going outside; a battle that he knows it was hopeless for the Americans to win. He stands up from his seat as he finished unbinding himself, shocking the Grenadier.

"How did you do that?" The Grenadier asked in wonder as the Pioneer started loosening the binding around the Grenadier's hands until it slipped down. "That was pretty tight, you know. How did you undo it?"

"Remember when I said that my Commander's threat is scarier than the American's?" The Grenadier nodded. Of course he did, the Pioneer just said it seconds ago, so how could he forget it that easily? "Well, being tied down to a log while being underwater will do that to you. Mind do I tell you that I did that in the middle of the winter in Russia?"

"You WHAT?!" His eyes bulged as he shouted in shock. No, he couldn't have just heard it right. Sure, the Pioneer was once from the Eastern Front, but being tied to a log, and have to do the same thing he just did while being inside an icy river? That's just insane, even for him!

"Yeah, and I could barely do anything after I got out because my body is too cold for three weeks. I was lucky I could undo it, lest I'll have to be dragged back to the surface and got noted as ones that needed more of those kinds of trainings." The Pioneer shuddered at the thought of redoing the training again. Once is enough, and he wouldn't want to do it again in the next three weeks.

"OH CRAP, IT'S A TANK!"

"ARGH!"

"MAN THOSE AT GUNS!"

"I NEED MORE AMM-GAH!"

"SOMEBODY GET ME THAT BAZOOKA!"

"Man, those guys sure are noisy." The Pioneer complained as he looked to the door. "Say, do you want to go out and kill the Americans?"

'Weird, why would he ask that? Of course I would! They were in our territory!' The Grenadier thought. But then he remembered that their weapons are taken away from them, so they're basically unarmed soldier. "I would love to, but we don't have the weapons to do it." He said in disappointment, and balled his right fist. "We can't let them invade our territory! If only we had weapons to fight them…"

"I have." The Pioneer said. The Grenadier didn't believe him, though.

"Yeah, sure you do."

"Here."

The Grenadier had thought the Pioneer was simply joking, but he wasn't. In his hand was two Lugers, one for himself and the other for the Grenadier. Where did he hid those handguns anyway? He shakes out that thought out of his mind, at least now he had eight bullets he can shoot to the Yankees. He had to make all of it count. He grabbed it, and immediately cocked the handgun. "Let's go." He said as he took the lead. The Pioneer simply nodded, and followed him. When they were outside, however, he was shocked.

The Pioneer let out a whistle at the destruction he was seeing. "Looks like you made another masterpiece, Commander." He said to himself proudly as he put his weapon in his secret place, not needing it anymore. "I'm always surprised that we barely took casualties."

The Grenadier is not taking it well. Okay, he admitted that they were not as well equipped as the one taking on the Airborne, but...damn, that's a total overkill. He gives the gun back to its owner, and simply watches as the Airborne was being ripped into shreds, while their savior didn't even take any casualties at all.

Literally.

He watched as one Airborne tried keeping his body intact by staying behind a tree, only for said tree to be obliterated as a tank shell penetrated it and the Airborne, ripping the American's torso and legs away, the Airborne screaming in pain and agony. At another point, he saw the AT crew desperately tried to reload, but they got turned into an exploding body that sends blood, limbs and the insides away as an artillery destroyed the AT gun with the crew. And there's the fact that he's seeing the Airborne being sliced in various places by endless torrents of MG42s…

"I see you are not helping, Pioneer. May I know the reason why?" A voice from their back shocked the Grenadier, and he turned around to see who the owner of the voice is. The Pioneer did the same, though he was more relaxed as he had a toothy grin on his face. The Grenadier is…shocked, to say the least.

"Just valuing your work, Commander, that's all." The Pioneer answered back. This made his Commander to frown, and he immediately sweat drop. "And...I also had no weapons." He quickly adds.

"Then what are those things laying near you?" The Commander asked while pointing towards the guns scattered on the cement floor of the bunker.

"Uhh, rifles?"

"What are they used to?"

"Shoot at things?"

"Umm, excuse me." The Grenadier interrupted. Both the Pioneer and the Commander looked at him, their look alone asking "What?" towards him. "Are you…the Commander?"

"Why yes. Yes I am." The Commander replied without missing a beat. "Why are you asking that? Is my clothes not much of identification?"

"No, it's just that-"

"Or is it because of my appearance?"

The Commander's question hits home as the Grenadier stopped what he was about to say, and after pausing, he nodded. "No offense, but yes. I…was, well…I don't expect you to be…" He tried to find the words that wouldn't piss the Commander off, but he was failing at it.

"Okay, okay, I get it. You don't me expect me to turn out to be like this." The Commander said, already knowing what the Grenadier is going to say. "Believe me, no one ever believed me to be the Commander of this army. No one." The Commander then sighed.

"That's because you're a-"

"Yeah, I know." The Commander interrupted before the Pioneer could finish his sentence. The Commander then coughed once. "Anyway, it looks like they're done."

"Huh? What's done?" The Grenadier asked in confusion, before his hearing tells him that there's no more shooting behind him. "Is it…" He thought aloud, before he looked towards the battle. It turned out he was wrong calling it a battle, it was better called a one sided battle. At the end, there's one thing he could say, "Wow."

The Pioneer then asked, "So, how are you going to approach them, Commander? You wouldn't just head on and tell them all about you, right?"

"I'm not that stupid, you know. I need a subtle approach. All they know is that I'm siding with the Germans, and that's it." The Commander replied harshly, not taking the questions kindly. "They didn't know that what I cared are for my own safety and my troops. If it means backstabbing, then so be it."

The last sentence surprised the Grenadier a bit, but he pretended that he didn't hear it.

"I know, I know. I've seen how you worked, Commander. Our life comes first, and everything is second." The Pioneer said, before he let out a sigh. "We can take care of ourselves, Commander. Really, we can, you're just worrying too much."

The Commander showed a pained expression after the Pioneer said that, and looked away from him. "I don't want another one to end up like me and him, Pioneer. I don't want to." The Grenadier glanced at them, curious to what they're talking about. And again, he was shocked to see that the Commander was on the verge of crying. "I don't want anyone to end up like me and him, that's… that's all. Is that…is that too much?"

"N-No, of course they're not!" The Pioneer answered immediately, panic started filling his mind as he just realized that he said the wrong word. "You just don't have to worry on us too much, that's all!"

'For a Commander to cry like that...must had had a really bad experience before.' The Grenadier thought as he turned his full attention towards the duo. 'Who's this "He" though? Damn it, today is really confusing. I think I need more coffee, even if it's from Hans. Sad that he's already dead, though.'

"And that's exactly the reason why I wanted you all to join me!" The Commander exploded in anger. It panicked the Pioneer even more, as now tears are flowing on his Commander's cheek. "I recruited all of you that were left in a hopeless situation! After you got deceived! After you got betrayed! After you got abandoned! After your officer gives you false hopes! When you were sure failure is the only thing that will come! When you were sure that surrender is the first option! When you were sure that DEATH is the only thing that will come next, after you have done your best if you don't want to surrender!"

The Commander then slumped to the cold cement foot, crying in both anger and sadness. "I don't want you to give up just like that! To give up your life just because you were that you did your best! If you who had families are willing to give up your lives just because you think you have done your best, how would I fare?! I was always ready to die after my parent's death when I was still six, but he took care of me when I was eight, when nobody wants to! He even took me with him when I was thirteen years old to the Eastern Front so that he doesn't have to let his eyes off from me!

You were lucky that you have been trained before, but I have to learn when it already happens after he forgot to teach me something! A single mistake and I'm dead! I never thought about it too much as I took leads almost everywhere to my body, even at some of the vitals, but he always healed me, even as much as dragging me away from the front line when I took too much! He showed that life is something we should took care of, not just throw it away when the situation is hopeless! He's the reason why I was still alive now, and what I have become now!

But then those bastards that called themselves the officers leave us alone to our death with our division! He sacrificed himself by telling me to run and with him staying in order to distract the Russians to save me, so that I can escape! So that… I can… look at the world more. So that… I can value… my life… more. A life that... I don't know... the reason of me still living right now... and what to value... when the world doesn't even care about me!" The Commander finishes, pounding the cement floor as hard as possible as tears dropped to the floor.

The Grenadier could only hear what the Commander was telling the Pioneer with pity, but it also scored a perfect hit on him too. The Commander was going through the rough way, while he was going inside his comfort zone. He suddenly felt he had smaller experience in battle, when the Commander has a much bigger one. Not just in the war, but over the reason of the Commander's very own existence itself.

"Okay, who made the Commander cry this time? You, or you?" Another voice suddenly joined in, the voice alone leaving a chill in both of the Germans. They both turned around to see a Tank Commander glaring at them, in his hand was an STG 44. He inspected the two again, and noticed that the Grenadier doesn't have the insignia. "Oh, my apologies, it must be the Pioneer, since you don't have the insignia, Grenadier." The Tank Commander apologized, before writing something on a paper. "I have you noted, Pioneer. Expect a punishment soon." He quickly said, before he went towards his Commander. "Come on, stop crying Commander. You can't keep on weeping at the past."

"I know, but that memory is the only reason why I do this. I want to save as many people as I can before I died."

"I know. Now get up, we have to get there before sunrise." The Tank Commander then helped his Commander to stand up. "Let's go to the tank now."

The Commander nodded once, before both of them goes towards a Panzer 4 with a small rounded turret and two small cannons, thirty millimeters cannon the Grenadier guessed. "What tank is that?" He asked curiously.

"A Kugelblitz we found during our way here." The Tank Commander answered quickly as he climbed onto the tank. "It was only a test tank, so we had to get the mechanics to make this a genuine tank. I must say, I'm happy that they could always get the job done." He said with a bit of pride as he helped the Commander get on the tank. "Also, this is the command tank of the army, and you might be surprised when you see what other tanks do we have in store."

"Uhh, okay." The Grenadier said, not sure of what the Tank Commander means. He watched the Kugelblitz jerked forward as the engine was brought to life, before he remembered something. "Wait a second!" He quickly shouted, stopping the tank in question. "I haven't caught your name, Commander."

The Commander looked at the Grenadier in question with a straight face, though her eyes was still a bit red because of crying earlier, before she sat down on the top of the tank's hull while the Tank Commander went into the tank, and gave the Grenadier a warm smile. "My name's Erika, Grenadier, you just have to know that. It's nice to see that someone actually took one of my troops advice to the heart." The Commander now known as Erika, answered. She then knocked twice on the hull, and the tank accelerated away from them, going down the damaged road.

"It's nice to know you too." The Grenadier said, even if he knows the Commander couldn't hear him anymore. He then glanced towards the Pioneer, and asked, "Hey, what does he mean by 'other tanks' earlier?" He asked, changing the subject immediately.

"You'll see." The Pioneer said with a straight face, before the rumbling sound of tanks engine could be heard getting closer. "She takes everything she can with her, so I wouldn't be surprised if she brings them too."

"Huh?" The Grenadier raised one eyebrow in question, but before he could ask another question, he watched as the vehicles came into view. And yes, he is shocked. "Is that…"

"So she did bring some captured Russian vehicles. As I suspected." The Pioneer muttered as he watched the vehicle column in front of them, all of them having the white Reich Eagle in each side of the vehicle. "Hmm, the ones that we salvaged… the ones that we helped… the ones that we convinced..." He kept on saying, the Grenadier losing track of it. "Yeah, all of them are here."

The Grenadier thought about it for several seconds, before he nodded. He was joining them. "Say, Pioneer, do you think she still take new members?" He asked.

The Pioneer smiled, and nodded once. "Of course she is. She always loves new members." He then pulled out a sticker, before stamping it at the Grenadier's helmet. Once making it was properly glued, he ripped the plastic away, leaving the picture of the white Reich Eagle on his helmet. "There. You're official. Now you're a part of the self-made Oberkommando Ost, or better known as The Winter Eagle in the Eastern Front. Welcome to the squad that's feared greatly by the Russians."

07.00 AM

Omaha Beach

Omaha Beach was one of the five beaches that's about to witness the largest military invasion ever happened in history, as American LCVPs are making their way towards it, ready to free Europe from Germany's grasp. The LCVPs was being attacked, of course, and one got hit by a Flak 88, sinking it to the bottom of the cold sea.

"Listen up!" A Captain in one of the LCVPs shouted towards his men. "Our objective is to get to the shingles on the top of beach! Use those defilades-" He paused as an 88 shell nearly hits their LCVP. "-and keep moving! DO NOT STOP until you reach the shingle!" The LCVP then rammed an iron spike, stopping it on it's track. "Clear the boat! GO! GO! GO!" He then ordered after blowing a whistle.

The ramp of the LCVPs came down, and the Riflemen moved out from the LCVP, with the German's MG42s already waiting for them to come out. It opened fire, and hits the Riflemen as they tried to get into cover. One got shot before he could get out from the LCVP in the neck, killing him instantly. Then the MG42 killed the two operators of the .30cal HMGs mounted on the LCVP, making sure they didn't fire back towards them. The Captain ducked as that happened, before he yelled, "Move out!"

The Captain jumped out of the LCVP with another Rifleman, but the Rifleman didn't get into cover quickly enough as the MG42 tore holes in his stomach. The Captain quickly used a tank trap as cover, before he watched as an LCVP, carrying an M4 Sherman with it, was hit by a Flak 88 straight to the tank, with the tank's turret blown away from the tank as the tank exploded from the inside, flipping the LCVP to the side. "Advance!" He shouted loud enough for all of the Riflemen in cover to hear it, and almost all of them did as what the captain told.

They all charged towards the Shingle, but the two MG42s ripped them apart before they could get very far. The Captain, who also charged with them, slowed down to a walk as he noticed that all of his squad all dead, before dropping to his knees while also dropping his weapon. He looked towards the cliff that seemed unreachable for him, before the MG42 gave him a swift death.

The MG42s looked around to look for another American, and when neither one did, they all reloaded their weapons, ready to kill more Americans that are bold enough to step on their territory.

More LCVPs approached the beach, this one belonging to Able Company. They slowly approached the beach, and the Captain, John MacKay and his second in command, Sergeant Joe Conti, looked at it with a frown. "Okay, listen up. Our objective is to get into the shingle. Keep advancing, and use cover as you advance." MacKay said towards the men in his LCVP.

"Yeah, so you don't get your asses killed in this beach and you can kick more Kraut's ass later." Sergeant Conti added, eliciting a laugh from the soldier next to him.

"Oh, Conti, you always knew how to give me encouraging words." The soldier, a sniper, told him as he patted his back. He had a scoped Springfield M1903A4 with him, an extremely accurate rifle.

"Don't try your luck, Jones." Conti warned without looking towards him.

"Oh, I'm not. After all, I'm good at camouflaging."

"And you'll just walk in the open, where a stray shot could hit you?"

"Quit the talking, you two, we're almost there." MacKay said, and both of them shut up. "When the ramp is down, remember: find cover as soon as possible."

"Roger that." Jones said as he used his camouflage.

"You probably wouldn't get into one." Conti muttered as the ramp came down.

"Okay, go go go!" MacKay said, and his men jumped out from the LCVP, giving the MG42s new target to kill.

So...how was it? Is it good? Is it bad? I don't know, but I do try to make it as good as I can. At least I think it's better than my first story, or my earlier stories that I didn't upload here. Also, it's not a normal thing to see a girl commanding her own army right, especially as large as Oberkommando Ost. That name is inspired from...you probably already know anyway. I plan to make this story into two seasons, with how the plans for how the story works already planned.

...unlike my Touhou story, which I created without knowing how it'll end, and my brain makes crazy ideas for it.

Anyway, I hope you like it, and leave a review if you want to. See you on the next chapter.