The Skies Are Filled With UPC Fighters and Bombers

Magnus charged into the main conflict of the battle, getting sprayed by dirt from explosions and hearing the bullets whizzing by his head. One shot to the head, and he would be sent to the warm embrace of sleep.

Behind him, Heinrich spied out of the trench as soldiers came in and left, picking off any of the Deutsche men he had a clean shot of. Heinrich, despite being 17, was a good shot, hitting his target if he had ample time to aim. In real world combat, though, his accuracy was not as good because of the noise and the immediate and constant threat of death.

As he charged forward, Magnus shot a spray in the general direction of any gray uniform he saw. He could not be concerned with his conservation of ammunition right now, he had enough ammo and he needed to rush. If he didn't hurry, his soldiers might lose morale because he wasn't fighting with them as he said he would.

Sprinting and shooting and the same time, Magnus finally made it to his men. In the middle of the battlefield, there was a crater caused by an artillery shell. This gave cover to anyone who sought it, and Magnus and his men sought it.

Despite having enough guns and ammo, they were still relatively equipped compared to the soldiers they were fighting. Magnus' men did have a few grenades, but every other man on the battlefield came with a grenade.

Now in the eye of the storm, Magnus enjoyed the peace in the crater as his men fired at the grey uniforms outside of their calm in the battle. Rolling over, Magnus got reloaded his gun and aimed. He then realized it.

They were outnumbered severely. Apparently the UPC intelligence had had the wrong numbers on this part of the line, and so they called an assault on the wrong area. As this came to light in his head, Magnus felt the adrenaline rush through him at the initial realization.

This little spike of hormone in his body propelled him. Before he even knew it, he was outside the peace and calm of the crater as the soldiers he saved slowly aimed and fired, meticulously using their shots, intending to land every single one.

No outside of the crater, Magnus open fired. The chances of him hitting a UPC soldier were low, so he just shot. Spinning in a circle as he unloaded the magazine in his automatic rifle upon those around him, the soldiers in the crater saw his heroism.

Remembering that Magnus said that this could be the last battle in the war, they decided to risk it all, and rushed out of the crater at once. Luckily, Magnus noticed this right after he ran out of ammo in his magazine, and had to reload.

The force sprung into action, mowing down all clad in grey. The New Romans were wearing a lighter green, but they dare not shoot, for risk of hitting a UPC soldier. It would have no effect on the battle's outcome, however, since they did not have a big enough army to actually contribute to the battle.

The soldiers spread out from the crater like a rain drop that hits the mud, making a splash and spreading itself around and causing ripples. The effort of Magnus and his companions had been noticeable before they left the crater, but now that they were willing to risk missing a bullet, their firing rate was up. Thus, they were able to hit many more targets in less amount of time as they were accurate.

The advantage Magnus saw before was beginning to lessen, but this wasn't enough. Magnus ran into the trench Heinrich was still occupying and got a hold of a radio.

"Amicus! Amicus! Can you hear me?", Magnus said over the emergency channel, not being able to communicate mentally on account of his brain which was spinning.

"I hear you, Magnus! What are your orders?", Magnus heard Amicus say through the radio, cutting out, but still understandable.

"I need the tanks to enter the battle! The Deutsche have too big an advantage, and it doesn't look like there are any tanks here! Also, tell the artillery to shoot their firearms at the planes!", Magnus said, shouting, unable to hear his voice over the deafening battle.

"Roger that!", Amicus said, not as affected by the noise of the battle.

"Wait! Amicus, I need you to do something. There is an Anti-Aircraft gun set up in one of the trenches! I need you to find it and shoot down all of the planes with the black cross on the sides!", Magnus said, almost forgetting the most important thing he had to say. If they could secure air superiority, that would shift the tide of the battle in their favor.

Amicus shouted, "Roger that!", and climbed out of the tank, shouting the orders in the relatively quiet edge of the forest to the soldiers.

Knowing that the rifles and handguns of the artillery squad wouldn't do much, Amicus sprinted from the tanks towards the trenches, his dark brown hair being blown up by the wind. His brown eyes watered from the wind in his eyes, but he did not slow down. As soon as he got to the first section of the trench, he slide in.

Amicus poked around the empty trench, but found nothing. He ran over the trench wall and to the trench behind it. He looked around, and found nothing but bodies of Deutsche soldiers fighting for their country.

When Amicus skipped over the next trench and slid into the one directly after that, he found the gun. It wasn't broken, but it wasn't set up properly. It was just a mounted machine gun, but it would get the job done.

Magnus was shot in the leg, and fell down. He shut his eyes as he fell, and opened them again when he was face up. He saw a bullets flying from the ground up to the planes and knocking them out of the sky, their black crosses falling to the earth.

Magnus got up, and shot his handgun as fast as he could as he charged a group of Deutsche soldiers who were back to back, the foremost defensive position.

"Weird.", he thought, "becoming immortal really makes you courageous, doesn't it?"

When Magnus ran out of all of his ammo, as that was his last pistol magazine, the last Deutsche soldier in front of him fell, and past that body which was quickly becoming cold, stood Heinrich.

Magnus strode up to him, patted him on the back, and laughed a hearty guffaw. Magnus was really thinking how this kid reminded him of himself after he got his Admin abilities, becoming more brave and less of a kid.

That was the last Deutsche soldier in their vicinity, and the two tanks rode up to the two standing there, laughing.

The Deutsche planes flew back the way Magnus and his crew had come. It was a total retreat of the Deutsche and New Roman forces.

The UPC had won the day, and they quickly advanced, trying to take as much ground as possible.

"Magnus!", a familiar voice shouted. Magnus turned and looked around, trying to spot where the voice came from. Then the General strode up to him.

"Magnus! You're here! I knew I could count on you, you just won us the war! The Deutsche have been running out of supplies for weeks, and without those supplies you took, we will march through their lines like a hot knife cuts through butter!", the General shouted happily, putting his arm around the slightly shorter Magnus.

Magnus, who had his arm around the slightly shorter Heinrich, looked down at the Deutschlander. Heinrich was confused, and looked at Magnus with a gaze that implied, "What's going on?"

Magnus just shook his head and waved his hand, implying that everything was OK.

Everything was OK, as that was the battle future historians would refer to as the final battle in which the Deutsche stood a chance. Now that the war in Europa was coming to an end, Magnus looked up at the sky, which was filled with UPC fighters and bombers, parading around the skies, proclaiming their victory.