Attero Dominatus

The End Begins

I sat in my tattered uniform in an abandoned apartment of Berlin, I looked out the window watched our tanks destroy each Panzer Tank in the streets of Berlin. I laid my Mosin rifle across my lap and lay on the hardwood floors. Alexander Belyakov walked into the room and waved at me, I turned and looked at him. He snapped at me, “Get down to the streets, Marshal Zhukov is down there.”

“Alright,” I said to him and grabbed the butt of my Mosin than I followed him down the stairs, I launched forward a bit and almost fell. I felt the stairs shake below my feet. I walked into the streets forming in a line behind Alexander, on top of a tank stood Marshal Zhukov. His stern face stared out in the direction of the Reichstag before he turned and looked at us, I remembered that look he gave us at Kursk right before we went on the offensive against the Nazis. A grave look in the direction of death that showed no care over it. Zhukov was a man of steel that day and today too.

“My Russians Brothers,” Marshal Zhukov spoke out boldly. “The Nazi scums must pay for their crimes, we have broken the wings of the Eagle.” I looked around as the Russians hoisted their weapons into the air and cheered, I hoisted my Mosin in the air too and cheered. “Now my Comrades, Serve me Berlin on a plate, disregard the loses the city is ours to take now charge to the Reichstag!”

At once everyone turned towards the Reichstag and charged, I clicked my bayonet to the end of my rifle and charged toward the crumbling Reichstag. The tanks started up behind us and began to rumble forward, I looked and the Russians separated to the sides of the sidewalks and continued the charge. I followed behind Alexander again keeping my bayonet pointed forward like I am ready to stab the Reichstag.

I heard the Germans Officers ahead of me who were dugged into the streets yell commands, “Kämpft oder sterben!” Fight or die. I heard the German Maschinengewehr-42 and Maschinenpistole-40 fire towarded us all, we held our fire closing in on the German trench. Loads of Russians dropped before me, tumbling in pain as blood pooled around them and the smell of blood burned my nose. I saw the first Russians drop in the German trench, I looked forward, only meters away from the them. I jumped right into the soft mud feeling my boots sink in a bit, I saw two Germans to my immediate left.

 “Russisch!” Russian, one of them yells I look at them and fired a round from my Mosin and the round struck the first German in the stomach and I watched him fall into the mud face first. I rushed forward at the other German as he struggles to point his Maschinengewehr-42 at me, I kept my bayonet pointed forward like a spear and watch it as it penetrated into the gray German uniform. I knocked him straight to the ground and kept the bayonet in his chest. His blue eyes looked into me in pain, he reached around the wood of my rifle. I opened the bolt of my Mosin, the empty shell flew out, and then chambered in the next round before I fired it into his stomach before I pulled the bayonet out of his stomach. I turned around and looked for any Germans. I watched as my Comrades beat the Germans down in close quarters combat. I ran over to a Russian stuck in a bayonet fight with a German, keeping my blade forward I caught the German right in the back, his arms shot out as he dropped his Gewehr rifle into the mud. The Russian ahead of me took the rifle stock and bashed the German in the side of the face. There was a loud crack from his neck breaking. I put my foot on the back of the German and pushed him off my bayonet. I looked at the Russian and he thanked me before he climbed out of the trench and ran towards the Reichstag.