Magnus drove through the Western half of Deutschland that day, stopping for nothing but his constant need to go to the rest room and get more gas for the car. He was near the front line.
Amicus told him, "Magnus, there's a radio placed in a fake tree in the forest about 19 miles from here. You need to go and signal into it that the mission has been completed."
He drove to said forest, following Amicus' directions. He knocked on the tree. It sounded metal and hollow. He grabbed the branch and pushed up with all of his might. A panel in the side of the tree swung open and hit Magnus on the chin.
"Geez! That hurt!", Magnus muttered, grabbing the branch on the swinging panel again. He lifted the panel up, but moved out of the way this time. He grabbed the radio out from inside of the realistic pole.
Wondering how the radio was planted there, Magnus said signaled into the radio that the mission was accomplished.
"Good job, Magnus, my boy! I hadn't a single worry regarding your success!", the General shouted back, the voice coming out a little fuzzy.
The General continued, "Well, Magnus, before we ship you out to Britannia to learn how to fly a plane, your going to need to launch an assault on the front lines. We are going to attack at 04:27 this very morning, so we need you to launch your own assault at 04:40. There are supplies for you in a shack about 11 miles south of your position right now. Suit up and get ready for the assault! Good luck!"
Magnus heard the General's voice fizzle out into silence. He looked down at his watch, the time showing 23:54. He had four hours and forty-six minutes before his escapade began.
Magnus got back in the car, asking Amicus for directions.
With about five miles to go, Amicus asked, "Magnus, maybe you should try materializing me."
"No, I'm fine without you. I don't want to hurt you. And I don't have enough mental capacity to fight and watch you."
"But, Magnus, you d-"
"No, thanks. I can do it myself."
The rest of the drive was silence, until Amicus had to direct Magnus into the driveway of the cottage.
It was your atypical cottage. Wooden walls, multi-colored stone chimney, the works. Magnus thought, "Your average cottage in the woods! Nice one, engineering squad!", thinking that the General had probably had it built.
Magnus pushed the door open. Having no lights, Magnus lit the candle on the table. The flickering light revealed the goodies that the General had prepared for his favorite puppet.
Magnus looked with awe at what was before him. Lifting up the fresh uniform, Magnus gazed at the drab olive, and put it on. Picking up the automatic rifle that had lay next to the uniform, Magnus realized that this was an light machine gun. The automatic gun he had before was a wimpy sub-machine gun. The SMG had a great fire rate, but was small and wasn't very powerful. But an LMG magazine holds many more bullets than an SMG magazine and is more powerful.
With the armor-piercing rounds the General left him, he would be able to destroy even tanks. But that wasn't all. When Magnus explored further into the cottage, he realized that the rest of the cottage was empty, but a lone structure standing in the open space.
It was a one-person tank. Looking inside and seeing the specs, Magnus realized that that tank could go over twenty miles per hour!
At that speed, it would take him an hour to get to the front line, but it was still very fast for a tank. Magnus hopped inside of the tank, and took a light nap. Waking up every so often, Magnus constantly checked his watch.
Once his clock showed 3:35, Magnus started the engine. Being driven like a car, he understood exactly how to drive the miniature Beast of Steel. Loading a shell into the barrel, he started to drive. He went forward, knocking down the wall of the newly-built cottage.
He drove, giddy with excitement at the fact he was on top of the food chain now. He drove and drove. His watch showed 4:30, and he heard shouts and explosions in the distance. Then he spotted one. There was a grey-clad soldier. Magnus turned the turret towards the sprinting man, and fired the shell. Magnus watched the body fly into the air, and continued driving, lifting one of the shrunken shells into the barrel of the moving cannon.
He saw another one, and another one. Slaying any men in a grey uniform, Magnus was on top. He was the king of the battlefield now!
Then it happened. Another tank came into his sights. Magnus took the opportunity to turn the turret and aim the cannon at the ammunition compartment of the much larger armor. He fired the shot, his aim being perfect. The shot struck the side of the tank, but there was no penetration. Not even a dent was left behind by the small shell.
Magnus got worried as he quickly reloaded. The other tank was turning to aim at him now.
"Uh-oh...", were Magnus' words as he stared down the barrel of the much larger tank. The other tank fired a shell, causing an explosion of Magnus' tank.
Luckily for Magnus, it was just a fire. He grabbed the LMG and the spare magazines and scrambled out of the fiery death trap. Aiming the LMG at the other tank, Magnus hit the deck and started firing.
"Boy, does this ammo rip through metal!", Magnus shouted, landing five good shots near the ammunition compartment of the Deutschland tank. He fired six more shots, then stood up. He ran over to a car that happened to be nearby, and hot-wired it. Not having to the chance to learn it in the prison, Magnus finished learning how to hot-wire a car on his drive afterwards.
Successfully hot-wiring the car, he put the pedal to the metal. Sticking his LMG out of the window, Magnus started firing wildly as he had finally reached the main battlefield. Fire and lead flew everywhere as planes were shooting other planes down which were bombing tanks who were slaughtering infantry.
Magnus drove by every tank he saw, ripping through the armor like it was tissue paper, laughing and screaming as he floated every time he went over a hill. Magnus was having the time of his life. As the stolen car had run out of gas, Magnus got out of the car, and started open firing on the lines of grey cloth. Magnus ran out of bullets in that magazine, and reloaded, having burned through 3 magazines already. The General had given him 5 and one already in the gun.
Magnus shouted and screamed, constantly getting hit by bullets. Magnus' body was riddled with holes as he healed himself as fast as he could, being fueled exclusively by adrenaline. Magnus couldn't feel the immense pain his body in because of it, but he was trying his hardest to stay in one piece.
The Deutsche soldiers were all dumbfounded as they emptied magazine after magazine at this man marching slowly forward and tearing them apart with only one bullet.
Magnus had killed over a hundred men wearing grey when he started to see shades of green on the battlefield. Magnus rushed over, asking someone for a knife or shovel.
"Yeah, here's tactical shovel.", said a familiar voice. It was John, the new leader of the special ops squad who was the tip of the spear on this attack.
Magnus, without remembering again, gave John the LMG, saying, "Thanks! I don't need this anymore, you use it. Oh yeah, have these too.", Magnus continued, handing John his last magazine of LMG ammo. All of the ammo had been armor-piercing, and therefore went through people like they were thin air.
Magnus grabbed the shovel and started running. The LMG weighing him down, Magnus thought a melee weapon would've been more efficient. Having enough stamina and adrenaline to run for at least fifteen miles, he ran up to each individual soldier and gave them a tough whack on the head.
That night, a new Deutsche legend was born. It was called, "The Green Undertaker", who ran around, slicing and dicing naughty children who wandered around at night with his shovel. That legend would stand the test of time, and would become a part of the culture of that area.
As the battle drew to a close, it was a decisive UPC victory. Magnus was still running around, hitting people with his shovel, but as he smacked the last person he could find, all the Deutsche had either surrendered, ran away, or died.
The General's voice was heard, saying, "Magnus, my boy! Great work!"
Magnus turned around, seeing the car carrying the General pull up in front of him. The General got out of the car, and grabbed him by the shoulders. The General was taller than Magnus by half of a head, and looked down at Magnus, and said, "Magnus, you did excellently! Now, we need to get you to the Isle of Britannia!"