Synopsis:

After the brutal Ukrainian campaign and the battles that culminated in Kyiv, the Leibstandarte SS Adolf Hitler is no longer the same. Battered but not broken, its armored core regroups in France just as the push toward Moscow grinds to a halt beneath the weight of winter—and of strategic doubt. No one knows exactly where the war is heading… except for a few.

As Falk Ritter and his crew receive a new long-barreled Panzer IV, still bearing the scars of the Eastern Front, a new destination looms: Africa.

In a sudden redeployment, part of the division is sent to reinforce the Axis campaign in the desert, where the forces of Rommel, Italy… and Spain—under the command of General Yagüe—are advancing toward Cairo, Palestine, and beyond.

But under the scorching sun, there is no shelter for the conscience. Among ancient ruins, dust storms, and enemy fire, Falk and his men must adapt to a different war—without snow, without trenches, but with the same shadow of death… and even more questions left unanswered.

History marches on. The Reich expands. But war, as always, moves faster.

The march resumed at dawn.The sun felt colder. Or maybe it was just the memory of what they had left behind.


The platoon advanced in formation. The engines roared with strength. The road to Alexandria remained open… but not untouched.


The gap in the formation was obvious.Not because a tank was missing,but because the rhythm was gone.


Inside the Panzer, no one spoke more than necessary.


—Route clear. No recent tracks —Konrad.


And Falk, up front, listened.Answered with gestures.And thought of Krause.


It wasn't his fault. He knew that.But it wasn't distant either.That loss was his now. As would be every one that followed.


During a brief refueling stop, Lukas leaned against the side of the Panzer. Smoking quietly.


—Never really liked him much —he said suddenly—.But he was a good driver. And he didn't deserve that.


—None of us do. And we all know it.—It was just easier to ignore before.


A few meters away, the new members of the platoon spoke in hushed tones. No one raised their voice. No one joked.


They were already different.Not because of what they had lived through.But because of what they had lost.


As the column resumed movement, Falk glanced at the empty spot in the line.Where Krause's tank should've been.And he knew that, even if they filled that space with another vehicle, it would never truly be occupied again.


And so he thought, eyes fixed on the horizon:


—There will be more losses. More names. More fires.But this was the first.And this will be the one that weighs on me every time I give an order.


The column rolled on.So did the war.And Falk... was no longer the same.


Chapter 56 - Chapter 55: No One Names Them, But Everyone Feels Them