[US version coming up after this]

((It's September, 1961. The worst has come to truly pass. What began as a stand off has finally breaks into a full scale war. The Checkpoint Charlie, as it's starting point. Nobody knows who pulled the trigger, but all you can know is that hell will unfold in front of your eyes.))

You're sitting at the command seat if your very own T-54, with 3 other crews, each of them complementing within the silence as your tank is running within the streets of Berlin. You're on your own since you and your convoy got separated after a sudden NATO tank assault. Your tank's loader counting all the shells you have, your gunner keeping a keen eye, while your driver contemplates in silence, while driving. Until you spot an American M48. It doesn't spot you, just yet.