Chapter 419: When Wolves Fly
There was not the slightest hesitation. Not a moment wasted. Bruno didn’t even bother alerting his family that he would be gone. He simply wrote a quick letter and pinned it to the refrigerator.
Then, he marched out of his house and took his personal vehicle directly to the airfield. No armed guards. No uniform. Luckily for him, he was a face even the lowliest private recognized, and the airbase security let him through instantly after he presented his valid military ID.
When he arrived at the airfield, a line of Junker light transport aircraft were already being prepped for takeoff. Standing before them in full Planetree camouflage uniform was the commander of the Werwolf Brigade: Ernst Röhm. He froze at the sight of Bruno—dressed in civilian clothes, walking toward him with cold determination in his eyes.
Röhm opened his mouth to ask what the hell was going on, but Bruno’s tone cut through the air before he could speak.
"Get me some proper equipment. Let’s take off already. We’ll have to wait for armored support to arrive via rail to fully stabilize the region and secure the border. Our jump has one goal: save the Grand Duchess and the royal family of Luxembourg."
Before Röhm could object, a nearby soldier was already relaying Bruno’s orders over the radio. A change of uniform and a prototype weapon were brought to him.
Over the past year, the Werwolf Brigade had been entrusted with testing advanced equipment in real field conditions—especially in the Mittelafrikan colonies undergoing decolonization. Among these were E-25 Panzer IIs and Sturmgewehr rifles, deployed in both a 16-inch carbine configuration with a fixed 4x optic mounted on an AK-style side rail, and an RPK-style squad automatic variant with matching optics.
While Röhm tried to lecture Bruno on the insanity of personally leading a combat jump, the man in question calmly stripped out of his civilian attire in the open airfield, completely unbothered by the eyes on him. He dressed swiftly in a full paratrooper kit, including the M38-pattern Stahlhelm—now upgraded with improved lining and a camouflage helmet cover.
Next came the canvas load-bearing rig, modeled on the Cold War-era ALICE system but dyed feldgrau and retrofitted with larger pouches to accept the 30-round STG-44 magazines. His chest rig followed—a modernized version of the Rhodesian Fereday & Sons design, adjusted to his specs.
Bruno took the rifle handed to him and gazed down the BDC reticle of the ZF-4-style optic. After a quick inspection and zero confirmation, he inserted a fresh magazine with calm precision.