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Hans sat with Kommandant Wolfenstein and various other high ranking members of the new Kriegsrat around the map of Greater Autenheim. Kommandant was the first to speak. "We've established firm areas of defense around the Château and the surrounding village. Hundreds of men and women arrive, ready to fight, support, and help daily. Even though we're growing, we're in no state to stage an attack on the Reichsarmee. However, with this new information, we can properly prepare for possible counter-attacks. We've successfully captured a large amount of Svartjordgard, including the agricultural sectors and the fertile black earth. We control the food, but have little means of receiving arms. Our best option currently is to stage small guerilla attacks, prominently in Blågard, where there forces are gathering. Using these tactics, we can hit them harder, considering their smaller numbers."

Hans smiles and nods approvingly at the Kommandant, as do the others. "Kommandant, just as Ubel has named Mr. Erik Krüger the Director of the Department of Defense, I shall name you Kommandant Wolfenstein of the IRAF Military. Wolfenstein, while I am here, I want you to lead these men into the hit and run situations. Hand pick them, for they're your personal platoon."

Wolfenstein stood in front of his men, smiling with pride. Of the 30 men he chose, 15 were former State Security Officers, men who he trained with, and knew worked hard and fiercely. The other 15 were battle trained farmers and Hämmer, who he was confident in the ability to fight. "Listen up, Platoon! We're moving out, we'll be taking a route to Forvirringsby, and hitting an artillery battery stationed there. The goal is to disorganize, dismember, and disperse. Wolves, lets move!"

The team had arrived to the outskirts of the city at near sunset, with the last sliver of light shining. There were 12 180mm howitzers armed with 8 soldiers each, placed about 30 yards from one another. Two men each took on an artillery piece, and were rather successful. The first sound in the night was the 12 flashbangs, ignited within 10 seconds of each other. The Wolves had moved in quick, using their disorganization to take out the Reichsarmee soldaten. The Wolves proceeded to chuck the artillery barrell with thermite, allowing the thermite to destroy the inside, while effectively making the pieces inert, before they were disassembled by the Wolves. They then proceeded to move out, away from the city. A rather successful adventure for Wolfenstein's Wolves.