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 sentence hung for a moment in the command tent, as if still looking for a place to land.


Falk didn't ask why.He didn't need to. His platoon had already proven its worth. Now, they'd pay with sweat, smoke, and loss.


Outside, the sand trembled beneath engines. The offensive was ready.The Axis lines would move along three routes: a central thrust, a supporting flank… and a mobile spearhead, tasked with breaking through, exposing enemy positions, and holding until reinforcements arrived.


—We're made for this, right? —Helmut murmured while adjusting his headset.


—No. But we keep doing it anyway —Konrad replied.


—I'll keep doing it until I've got no hands left —added Ernst, loading the first shell.


Falk listened in silence. He just reviewed the map one more time.The objective: to break the British line east of El Imayid, a fortified fallback position.


At 08:40 hours, Falk's Panzer IV rolled out at the head of the formation.Behind him, four more tanks followed in his wake.To the flanks, mechanized infantry and Italian vehicles moved cautiously.


The desert was no longer just dust.It was tension.It was the echo of engines.It was a numberless clock counting down to the inevitable.


The resistance appeared just beyond a low rise.Three antitank guns opened fire at once.


—Defensive fire! Covering arc! —Falk ordered.


His voice came through clear, strong. As if the weight of Krause now guided him.


The offensive had begun.And the spear… was already driving in.


Chapter 57 - Chapter 56: The Line That Breaks the Silence