"Our
armies
will
be
in
Europe
in
3
weeks!"
proclaimed
the
Fuhrer.
Sven
and
his
comrades
in
the
Penal
Regiment
knew
different,
but
no-one
was
listening
to
the
scum
of
the
earth.
Half-starved,barely
equipped
and
long
leached
of
all
humanity,
they
were
merely
dispensable
killing
machines.
But
even
Tiny,Porta
and
the
Legionnaire
are
shocked
to
face
an
enemy
more
ferociously
bestial
than
themselves,
backed
by
a
force
more
terrible
than
weaponry:the
viscious
Russian
winter.As
they
advance
by
inches
over
the
blood-iced,
shell-ravaged
wastes-and
then
begin
the
inevitable
long
retreat-
survival
is
their
only
thought.