Oberstleutnant Konrad von Zehntner moved through the streets of Havana with his rifle in hand. He and his battalion had been the amphibious spearhead to lead the Central Powers forces into the Cuban capital.
An amphibious light tank with a 105mm high-velocity gun led the charge, escorted by a pair of amphibious IFVs.
The new turrets that had been developed in response to the failures of Airborne units in Manila rotated precisely towards a nearby building where a Cuban machine gun nest was posted.
Its thermal sights immediately picked up on the hostile life signs, even though the sky had gone dark, and the gathered storm clouds blocked out the light of the moon.
Konrad heard the news through a nearby radio operator. Confirming from the men inside the closest IFV that the targets had set up an ambush in wait.
He did not hesitate, nor did he show any mercenary, his orders were swift and cold, as was his expression that lay concealed beneath his painted face.
