"Had we made it...?" Günter asked himself, "Where are we? Wasn't it supposed to be somewhere in France, or America?"

Günter can't recognize this landscape, is it on Earth this kind of natural? Unbelievable. He can sense the sweetest fragrance in the air, everything here is so peacefully quiet. Only nature surrounded us, so we made it to Washington?

Günter irritatedly scolded Demian: "Damn him! Haven't we planned to strike the Allies in France before? What a clumsy person he is."

Dazzling yellow sand shore below the great mountains, The remnants of 1st Panzer Division undeny how beautiful it is, their home must be comparable to this landscape.

Perhaps just if they could only return back to home, where peace was waiting for them, and where their home had no more artillery roared at midnight.

"Pick up your phone, Dr. Demian...! You can't just leave us in nowhere." He grumbled dialing to Demian.

The Recons had returned, with an abnormal report.

"My General Lieutenant, we can't detect any structure, nor the enemy. We are lost on the beach shore."

They continue: "Perhaps, we... We..."

He tries to pull himself back together.

"We found an atrocious creature! They black as coal, the head is covered with thick fur. They aggressive, pursuited us, luckily we found a way back to the base."

Günter asked: "were they armed?"

"No."

"How many did they have?"

"2 or 3."

"You can open fire while retreating, as long as you two are in safe distance with the enemy. Understand?"

"Jawohl!"

Ah! He forgot that his recons squad are only Volksgrenadiers who had just completed the training a week ago.

Germany is really 'scraping the barrel', they suffered irreparable loss of their combat hardened men, now they have to conscripted young boys with zero combat experience to replenish the gap.

Regardless, their report is suspicious, it is more of a joke than a proper report.

"Youths are so rebellious these days..."

Whatsoever, his instinct raised the alarm, it's about the bizarrely covered under this mysterious nocturne beauty.

"Halftrack 201, 202, support the recon squad. Halftrack 203, 206, prepare yourself!"

He bowed his head down to the driver, "It's about time, rookie."

Washington in-hand that unprecedented trump card? It's really unpredictable.

"Black as coal...? Hmph, I have to learn about America by how they conscript folks."

Through the cupola, he can see a wooden temporary camp of somebody, "Possibly it Yankee's" he predicted.

"Drive slowly, we don't know if they had Bazooka. Tiger I herself is weak to any anti-tank weapon!"

Suddenly the crew shouted: "No! There they are! A creature black as coal!"

"What-"

Those creatures stood up, they hissing, raised the stick in their hand over head and charged toward Günter.

In a flick of feather, Günter dumbfounded, "Ah... Machine gunner boy, that is your work!"

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"Y-Yes sir!"

The machine gun rotated to the creature, the shining light dazed cutted the space as wind-piercing, accurate and deadly, flesh had been rapidly shot to pieces, they stood no chance against the finest of German technology.

"Good golly, you just overkill them."

Günter Opened Commander's viewport to observe the surroundings. He lost his senses! That was not a human.

"What? They are not even human...!"

He was shocked when saw that creature lying on the ground. It's human-like, but does not even have humankind.

This will be the hottest news to his world - a totally new creature has been found. "Take the camp! We will make it our!"

Swiftly they transported the supplies and equipment to Hilichurl's camp.

"Not bad, this creature was intelligent, but not as good as us humans."

The sun is flowing back to the East, the dusk comes so fast! He may not have even accomplished connecting the radio to the Headquarter before the moon hangs high in the sky.

"Come on! Work! Motherfucker!"

Günter has no patience for this old-timey iron scrap. Hissing sound is only what he heard, it's difficult since this world had absolutely no radio connection, this world doesn't even have radio mainstream, how can he finds way back to the Earth then?

He grumbled, turning to smashing the ground countless times, and finally he threw the radio.

"Fuck it! Fuck! No more connection, I'm tired of this shit! This is fine! We will die here then, no problem!."

He irritatedly walked away. Until he caught the weak signal from somewhere.

"Hello?... Hello... Sss... This... Sss. Is... Günter... sss... can you... Hear me?... Sss"

Suddenly the signal went out.

"Fuck It! Just so right in time."

Anyhow, Müller - the assistant of Demian - had received Günter's message.

"I received the General Lieutenant radio stream!"

"?!", Demian surprised.

"so he made it."

The head of the project can relieve now, at least he didn't get killed before can report anything.

"Try to connect it back, assistant!"

Günter hated this scum, what an outdated machine, his unit deserved better communication equipment.

"..."

"...?"

"... Hello?"

"Ach... This is General Lieutenant Günter. Who are you?..."

"What's your unit?"

"Abteilung 653 and 624, 1st Panzer Division «Die Ritter»"

"Confirm."

The man on the opposite headline went on, "Report your location."

"No idea, the place can not be Washington nor London."

"Moscow?"

"Not even."

He switched the question, it's normal if someone traveled to a strange place, they don't know anything at first.

"Describe your place."

"Rocky mountains covered the steppe with abnormal terrain."

"...?"

"We could have traveled to another dimension possibly."

He was skeptical of Günter's words.

"There's no way you can be."

Immediately he continues: "If you think so, prove it."

Not so long after the radio had been cutted of the connection again. It was midnight already.

"I will try it again tomorrow morning." - He thought.

Suddenly, the radio caught a signal again.

"Günter!... You still there?"

He startled awake from drowsiness, he fatigue crawling to the radio not too far from him.

"Ye... Yes..."

"This... Sss... Is the main director of the project... Dr. Demian."

He tiredly scolded: "You little rat!... You dare to send me to another world!"

He raised suspicion with Günter, "What do you mean? You are destined to teleport to London."

"???" - his mind was empty, first he encountered a weird creature, and not so long after somebody tried to ask him where he was since he had no idea. Now that Dr. 'Zomboss' said he was supposed to be in London. How can London be like this? Perhaps in fact it suffered heavily from continuous bombardment, but it does not mean the whole city returned to the stone age.

What just happened right now?

"You should stop day-dreaming, Günter. Report me your location, I need a record for my experiment logs." - Demian said with 'I'm tired of your game' tone.

"I swear to God, Demian. Can't you trust me for once?"

"Yes, prove it."

"Ah-, uh..." - he hesitates, obviously he can't prove to him only through words.

"If I had evidence, how can I send it to you?"

He had no choice but to lie to him.

"Alright then. You see a button and a tray at the back of the radio? That is where you send your evidence."

He went on: "If you are about to send any abnormal things, or in my word is your weird shit stuff. The upper button allows you to transport everything inside within a 3m radius."

"And remember, there is limited use, you can only use 3 times before the Photon Processor Core runs out of energy."

"Understood."

What is inside his thoughts is a picture of this world, a photo of the civilization will help him a lot in gaining trustiness.

There are so many question marks, if take a picture, where to take it, and if know where, do the people here allow him to take a picture or not.

Furthermore, what if they are aggressive and pursue us?

"..." - Günter is diving in an ocean of questions that are not easy to solve.

Suddenly, somebody called him from a distance.

"General Lieutenant! General Lieutenant!"

He is curious, what makes them so hastily?

"I got a blasting news for you, General Lieutenant."

"What is that?"

"A photo of a castle!"

Coincidentally, the recons had returned right in time with valuable evidence - a picture of native civilization.

"Good golly boys, give it to me!"

Günter fondle the photo.

"... This type of structure...?:

He looked again, "Why I can not recognize it anywhere, but it is strangely familiar to me...?"

He deemed that the photo would be a shock to Demian, and the prediction was true, he can't even say a word.

"..." - the boring hissing sounds.

"..."

"Now you believe me?"

"... Yes, that's unpredictable, and yet unbelievable."

This world... What are the divinities still hiding from us? A mystery covered in the mist is revealing.