You are standing in line with the comrades of your battalion and being given information about the progress on the frontlines. “Hopefully, within a few weeks time we will have regained at least 30% of the Eastern frontline's lower ground territory.” the man scuffs, scanning the pitiful soldiers with a dead, blank glare. For a moment he almost seems at ease in his stone cold facade, before suddenly shouting “Tell me, how many fascists have you killed today?!" the soldiers say their names and how many of the German enemies they have, shot one by one, then his eyes fall on you. “And you, how many have you got?"