Germany Berlin, Wilhelm Street.
Usually, Berlin sees its first snow in early December, but perhaps due to the harshness of war, this year's first snow arrived a bit earlier.
The fluttering snowflakes fell to the ground and quickly disappeared, leaving only a touch of white on tree branches and rooftops, like the white hats worn by Santa Claus.
Inside the General Staff, Fajin Han leisurely sipped steaming coffee at his desk. With the Seventh Transport Department producing Germany's own tanks, he finally felt that the gap between Germany and the enemy wasn't so vast anymore.
More importantly...
"The intelligence has been confirmed!" Colonel Moritz responded, holding a telegram: "It's Xia Fei commanding the attack towards Cape Town."
"Are you sure it's not Shire?" Fajin Han asked again.
