It was late in the night, and Ensign Fafnier drank his last glass of wine on the couch. He turned and strolled into the depths of the building.

"Major, comrade, I wish you a good dream...... If you can still sleep and dream. ”

"Go up to the second floor and find a room. Lieutenant. I'll have a good dream soon......" said the fat man, who was also sitting on the sofa, looking at a book without raising his head.

Fafnier went up to the second floor with a mysterious smile, found a random room, opened the door and walked in.

That night, Fafnir enjoyed a long-lost slumber.

The next day, a group of old men met with Ensign Fafnier. Most of the old men were in their last years, and when they saw Fafnier, they couldn't hide the greed in their eyes for his "young" appearance.

"This group of people wants to rejuvenate and go crazy, but why don't they accept vampirism...... I was still afraid that I would become a ghoul if I didn't succeed. Sure enough, it's still a bunch of cowards......" Faffnier left, and then turned and entered the manor's library and record.

In fact, all of Fafnier's performances are for their amusement - as a "realistic" type of World War II guy, how could he possibly "know" the "ghosts" of World War II in a cartoon. He didn't know any of the so-called old men, the majors, and the last brigade...... Even the cat-eared Schrödinger Ensign and the werewolf captain who have extremely special faces and can be seen and never forgotten, Fafnier has no memory...... "a group of animated characters......

Favinier spent the day looking through the war records and history books in the library, and also used the Internet to surf a little. Now, he figured out what was going on in this worldly realm.

"There are legends about me here, but there are many discrepancies in the details...... There are also subtle differences throughout the history of World War II. Moreover, there has always been a tradition of supernatural power in this world, but in modern times, many things have become legends that have been covered up through news operations. No wonder my 'Lynx' could not be realized, it turned out that the development of German tanks in this world was the same as the real reality, and it ended with King Tiger. It's just that it's quite interesting to look at your own legends. It turns out that I drove the No. 223 Tiger King...... A record of 235 vehicles and 113 artillery pieces were destroyed. It's still Germany's number one tank ace......" Fafnier thought as he flipped through the books in the library, sipping on the wine he had brought.

"Well, my crew members are naturally completely different from the 'real' World War II, and what can be confirmed is that King Tiger No. 223 disappeared at the end of the Battle of Berlin, and was found in the rubble after the battle, and the body of the car was completely damaged and unrecoverable. The crew members were able to confirm death - except for the commander, Second Lieutenant Fafnier, who was completely unaware of the fate. It's an interesting thing, alas, those guys back then didn't know how to live a post-war life......"

Fafnir stood up, put away the stack of books he had taken, and then turned and left the library. In front of him appeared a group of "people" in Waffen-SS uniforms.

"This is the first time I've seen a female front-line soldier in the Imperial Army. Fafnier said, giving him a look.

Before the group of vampires could react, Faveniel faded and disappeared directly in the hallway.

"Major. Ensign Fafnier disappeared right in front of us. It is completely impossible to tell how it disappeared from the surveillance records, and we have no way of tracking the second lieutenant's traces. The vampire soldier at the bottom of the stairs was reporting, and the major on the stage was smiling with an incomprehensible smile, while the man dressed as a doctor on the other side had a crazy look on his face, "I really want to analyze the 'ability' of Second Lieutenant Fafnier!"

"Second Lieutenant Schrödinger, can't you be sure of Second Lieutenant Fafnier's abilities either?, Captain Werewolf?" the Major smirked and turned his head to look at the two people behind him.

The cat-eared boy and the tall man were silent.

"Really...... An unexpected 'surprise'! Is it another 'inhuman' monster? Who will be stronger? Alcatel?" the Major's murmured voice was almost inaudible.

Fafnir directly used the laws of "magic" in this world, and used the "spell" of teleportation to come to Stalingrad, now Volgograd. As for why you're here?

"There is a teleportation point corresponding to my 'legend' in this world...... It's funny. Stalingrad is just one of them, look at these markers - they are indeed the places where I fought in the 'legends'......"

"Alright, come out. My tank!" Fafnier whispered. At night, on the outskirts of Volgograd, a faint phosphor fire flashes. The E50AusfB "Lynx" tank, which once roamed the battlefields of Europe, twisted and changed its form - when the form was fixed, a King Tiger heavy tank painted with brown city dot camouflage appeared in the field.

"What a pity, my faithful tank. In this world, my 'legend' ends with the Tiger King...... That's all I can do to fix you like this. ”

The armor and paint on the surface of this Tiger King are not new, and there are a few potholes and traces of wear and corrosion, which is a picture of a long-standing war, but there is also a layer of phosphorus fire on the outside of the chariot, and the dark green phosphorus fire makes the original brown camouflage more distorted and hideous.

Fafnir put away the tank with satisfaction and turned his head to look at the city, "Sure enough, at the same time that my 'legend' entered this world, the 'legend' of the group of dead ghosts also began to ...... because of me."

"All right!!, the bastards who have long been asleep!, get up and continue our unfinished battle!!Stalingrad!Kursk!East Prussia!Berlin!Get up for me!

Fafnir began to roar, his military boots began to stomp on the ground, and a low but high-spirited song rang out: "Ob's."

stürmtoderschneit, (whether it is a squalling wind or a blizzard,) Obdie Sonneunslacht (or the scorching sun) ...... "With the singing, the ground began to tremble slightly - less than forty meters by the Volga, the ground cracked...... The pitch-black skeleton was draped in tattered and charred pieces of military uniform, struggling to crawl out from under the cracked ground, and when the skeleton stood still, translucent phosphorus fire burned and covered the skeleton's skeleton, and the translucent phosphorus fire formed the appearance of the skeleton......

As the singing became more and more repeated, in Stalingrad, in Kursk, in East Prussia...... Everywhere there were different skeleton frames that awoke from death in the same tattered uniforms, and the translucent phosphorus fire reformed the faces of the dead ones, which could not hide the hideous skeleton faces behind them, and they took up arms again.

In front of the Brandenburg Gate in Berlin, as many people came out of nowhere to sing the "Song of the Panzers", the ground began to bulge and crack, and a completely twisted and broken heavy tank was deformed in the phosphorus fire, and as the song began to return to the appearance of "before death", and then the hatch of the tank opened, revealing a skeleton also covered with phosphorus fire, it made a "deep breath" movement, and the sound of gold and stone rubbing mixed into the high-pitched "Song of Panzers".