Tyranny of Steel

Darkness descended from the sky as the clouds covered the moon and its light. So much so that the only form of illumination came from the fires of the German encampment. In the distance scouts, from the tribe that Bakari had visited were searching for their missing comrades. It had been days since the village chief had dispatched men to observe the white devils and their actions.

Yet, despite this, they never returned. The reason for this was simple: they were spotted and shot by the snipers who stood atop the German watchtowers. Such was the fate of any African who was foolish enough to approach the newly founded German colony. Berengar had no tolerance for espionage, and would eliminate anyone who came close to his borders without mercy.

The African tribesmen who came to look for their lost scouts blended into the night with their dark skin, and because of this, the German soldiers could not easily spot them in the poorly illuminated landscape. Thus, they were lucky enough to escape the wrath of the snipers who acted as the first line of defense of the colony.

The man in charge of these scouts was a relatively tall, and muscular man for an African, however, compared to the German soldiers who were better fed, and had superior strength and conditioning training, he was severely lacking in stature. He wore the skin of a leopard as he stalked through the darkness, leading his men towards the German encampment.

The camp that the Germans stayed within was well fortified, with earthen fortifications and a trench system in place. Static machine guns were mounted in the trenches, which comprised a mixture of the newly produced MG 25s, and the older hand cranked Mk 2 Schmidt Guns. The soldiers in the trenches kept a watchful eye into the darkness, in case they came under attack.

The somewhat muscular African approached a nearby brush, where he found the corpse of one of the scouts they had sent earlier. The power of the 7.92x57mm cartridge that had been used to take his life blasted his head into mincemeat. He was completely unrecognizable, and yet, the African knew him to be a member of his tribe.