"Of course, Herr." She stood up and saluted him before nodding to him and then Victoria, before Alexis then licked her lips and spoke, once more to her superiors."Now, if I have permission, I shall leave and get my defensive's ready." Outside the tent, the Vhermactians had began to play a marching song famous to Vherma, the only time when one was allowed to shed tears. The song was called. O toten. Or to be translated into low Gothic, "O'Death." The Vhermactians began to hum and chant as they began to man the trenches, at the north.
Ice cold hands grabbed their las-guns as they aimed down, the Tiger Leman Russ's had been dug their own little trenches, where they sat and waited for the enemy. Private Vhermactian model 134*34343 or Gunth as he was called, walked down the trench, patting and giving everyone advice in their sombre moods as they waited for the enemy attack.