Your team gets to work
After propping up the bipod of your MG-42, one of your squadmates inserts a belt of 7.92x57mm into your gun
The chain of bullets feed into a large box to your left, and 3 replacement barrels lay on the ground nearby
Another one of your mates cracks open a crate of ammo, handing a few stipper clips of ammo to his other k98 equipped colleagues
He then proceeds to gesture his smg holding squadmate to take three magazines from his hand
Before your other squadmate grasp it, he pulls it away. You quickly notice this bullshit
“Cut it out both of you! Get ready!”
Rudely the smg gunner swipes the ammo from his ally
“Schwuchtel...” he mutters
 
Nothing happens for a few minutes, much you and your team's disappointment
Faintly you hear a noise towards the direction your emplacement was facing
You direct your squad to quiet down and listen
It sounded like singing the more it got closer
“Not really ones for subtlety, are they?” you think to yourself, smirking
Three miles away you can see a golden and black speckled wave of ponies approaching
As the marching mass moved forward, their golden and ebony armors radiated almost angelically
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One of your squadmates gave an unimpressed look at the approaching attackers
“They call that a march? I think we can do better!”
He started singing the one song you remember marching along with while you were back in Germany
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fc-DgRO1SrQ
[spoiler]Yes I know I have an addiction to that scene from Zulu, but it's one of my favorite scenes in cinema[/spoiler]
 
 
 
>You take lead of the song as it begins
>Several nearby foxholes and trenches follow your example, singing their hearts out
>The dull, lifeless droning of the Equestrian march was quickly snuffed out by the Wehrmacht's prided anthem
>You eagerly rack the slide of your machine gun forward as the anthem ends
>The Equestrians still marched forward, spearpoint upward mimicking a forest of edged trees
>You fumbled around the gun’s trigger, awaiting permission to fire
>50 yards away, the ponies in the front line lowered their spears. You flash a toothy grin
>“Feurer frei!”
>It only took that single command from a nearby officer to unleash hell upon these inbreds
>Not bothering to fire in bursts, you hold down the trigger as the mass was so close and compact
>An astounding 1,200 rounds per minute spew out of your Hitlersäge, thundering like the might of a furious god
>The ponies, originally confident with the design of their armors were quickly shown the error of their ways
>The simple golden armors of the Celestial guards ripped like tissue paper at the might of german bullets
>The painted black carapace armors of the night guard fared worse, as the edged splinters of the protective uniforms shattered, maiming nearby soldiers
>Then the gore and blood immediately followed as Wehrmacht mortar fire was dialed in with crack precision, landing in the center of the marching formation
>The sight of flying bodies and earth behind the approaching wall of spears could not distract from the massacre at the front
>Calling the destruction of the front guard a massacre would be an understatement
 
>Chunks of pony flesh blew apart from their owners
>Hooves, necks, and horns were hacked away in a disgusting fashion
>Bullet impacts of high velocity sawed the spear shafts into deadly shrapnel, blinding others
>Pegasi attempted to fly above their allies, but were immediately shredded to pulpy forms
>As the bullets continued to fly, the formation started to slow as spearponies struggled to walk over their fallen comrades
>They still marched on as unicorns casted magical shields to protect their advance
>This move worked surprisingly as the brave formation advanced 10 yards
>Noticeable from your spot was that the shields were starting to crack as more and more rounds bounced off its shining form
 
>Your gun jammed, glowing red hot
“I need a replacement! Quickly!”
Your comrade dropped his MP-40 in order to equip a pair of heat-resistant mittens and a new barrel. He pulled a lever on the side of the machine gun, removing the glowing barrel from its chamber.
>“Make clear!” he screamed, lobbing the burning hot pipe out of the trench
>Removing his gloves, he pulled the new barrel into its slot and then snapped the lever back into place
>“Your good!” he yelled, tapping your helmet
>But before you could unload on the ponies again an absolutely deafening blast behind you sent your head spinning
 
>With a raging headache and blurred vision, you turned to what caused the noise
>There, no less than 4 feet away, stood a mighty Tiger II heavy tank
>Its 8.8cm barrel smoked as it resetted for another shot
>You turned around just in time to witness the unicorn shield on its last legs
>Massive cracks streaked across the sparkling surface as the massive shot’s explosion was absorbed
>The shield flickered as the numerous unicorns that powered the waning shield looked terrible
>They shook with a cold sweat, while blood slowly poured from the corners of their eyes and ears
>Their desperate determination in the face of sudden doom made you hesitate to pull the trigger of your gun
>Your loader whacked your helmet to snap you back to attention
>Before you could act, the Tiger fired again, sending your hearing into yet another ringing drone
>With pained eyes you watched as the sparkling shield bended, visibly carrying the massive round several feet inwards towards the ponies. It reminded you of a ball being caught in a net
>Time seemed to stop as the round stayed there for a split second. You watched as ponies either started to scream or simply turned away from the immediate explosion
>The explosion was magically contained within a bubble, twitching violently before detonating in a dramatic fashion
>The bubble first imploded upon itself before a blinding explosion detonated with a magical shockwave sending you and your team flying out of your trench
>The explosion left a massive sizzling crater. Any pony at ground zero was instantly atomized
 
Dazed and confused, you tried to get a bearing of where you were
Looking around you could only make out vague blobs of movement
What you did see was that damned Tiger coming right at you, oblivious of your existence
Your instincts kicked in as you rolled out of its way avoiding your certain death
You turned back to where you once were. There, a few feet away, layed one of your squadmates knocked out cold.
He was directly in the way of the steel behemoth
You tried to yell or do anything to wake him but you were only able to produce a weak wimper
You had to look away from your friends demise, clasping your ears
You weren't able to drown out the sound of his body snapping and spattering like a balloon full of sticks and jelly
You vomited and layed there in your own filth for what felt like a lifetime
Suddenly you were jolted by something, you looked up
Above you stood that lone unicorn soldier that produced the magical barrier
In shocked terror you watched as the unicorn started to smile, blood pouring out of its hollow eye sockets
You screamed, closing your eyes, and thrashing randomly for protection
Oddly your fists didn’t connect with anything. You opened your eyes
Nothing was there but the smoky sky above you
 
Looking to your side you saw the remaining pony attack force
All were injured and partly maimed
All of them threw down their weapons as your soldiers walked up to them, guns drawn
From the tone they pleaded in, they were surrendering
Their only reply was a hail of gunfire
Some ran in terror but were shot in the back
The murders cheered, praising each other's accuracy
 
You rubbed your eyes, trying to make sense of what was happening
Your gaze once again started to wander in its delirious state
A few feet from you was a the mutilated trunk of a oak tree, huge chunks of it were blown out of its core
Oddly enough, the tree’s canopy was still lush with bright green vegetation.
Crawling over to the deformed plant, you learned your exhausted soul against it
Coughing, you turned to your left
There you watched as two pony soldiers ran past you
You didn’t go for your holstered Walther P38
 
The gold clad pony appeared to be female, if its feminine eyebrows were anything to go by, and her companion seemed to be male due to its bulkier appearance
They spoke in a language you could only described as english with an odd drawl
Some american cowboy movie came to mind
The two scanned their surroundings before looking suddenly scared by something to your right
You followed their gaze, which lead to a patrolling soldier which was slowly walking in your direction
They immediately darted behind a rock
It hid them perfectly from the soldier but failed to hide your view of them
You stared at them the entire time, surprised that they didn't see you
The female orange pony only noticed you now
At first she gave you a fearful eye before it turned to a scowl
The Wehrmacht soldier was a few meters from you, he held a Gewehr 43
“Kameraden! Did you see any ponies around here? I swore I saw some nearby,  two from the looks of it!”
You kept the two ponies in the corner of your eye, they looked terrified of what you would say
You smiled keeping your gaze on the german soldier
“No, I didn’t. I was just recovering from an injury…”
The soldier gives you a concerned look
“Are you okay, mein freund?  It looks like you need a medical assistance...”
You immediately struggle to get up, your body trying its hardest to keep you down
Standing, you put on a pained smile
“As you can see friend, I am fine.”
With a skeptical look he just stares
“If you say so… I'd still see a doctor if I were you.”
He starts to walk away in the direction of where the two ponies were hiding
You shoot out a hand out to stop him, you were at just the angle to stop the soldier and to still see the ponies
They were embracing each other, eyes sealed shut in terror
It broke your heart
The soldier glared at you
“What?!”
“Could you bring me to the doctors actually... I don’t think I could make it by my own, now that I think about it…”
The soldier continues to glare, seemly unconvinced
A roll of sweat flows down your forehead
His gaze softens suddenly to a concerned frown
“I don’t understand why you didn’t say so earlier! Come, lean on me!”
You do so, but you quickly turn to the ponies and smile warmly. They both have opened their eyes
“Go!” you silently mouth out in english
She at first only stares shocked. A tear rolls from one of bright green eyes, she whips it away with  a dirtied hoof.  She nods affirmatively., then helping her comrade up.
She smiles back at you
The two of them slip away into a nearby defilade.
Before she disappears entirely you noticed her flank had three apples
The soldier carrying you, struggled under your weight as he  helped you  away
You smile to yourself,knowing that you most likely saved their lives
 
 
SEVERAL MONTHS LATER
 
You just received your medical papers with a clear bill of health
Of course you knew you would always be slightly unhinged from the Battle of Ponyville,  you had at least two comforting thoughts
One: you were honorably discharged being given both a black Wound Badge and an Iron Cross for your “heroic” defence
Two: you had to find those ponies. You had no idea if they were alive or dead, you had to know.
Maybe the rough sketch you drew of her mark could help you
 
Stepping out of the medical hospital you were instructed to go to the “Erde Wirbel” whatever that was
Though you were way too busy
Wanting something to eat, an unusually decorated store caught your eye.
It seemed to be made entirely out of candy, immediately reminding of the story Hänsel und Gretel
The building had a partially collapsed roof but the colorful “Wir sind offen!” sign discounted any doubts of the establishment’s condition
Stepping inside you were greeted by an slightly unkempt interior that reminded you of that old bar you visited in Dusseldorf
The walls were lined with various cakes and pastries, a majority of which appeared to be going bad
Gloomy ponies sat at tables eating desserts and talking
Everyone stopped as soon as they noticed you walking into the bakery
You looked down at yourself
Your uniform was proudly showing off your medals and ribbons
Chuckling nervously you buttoned up your over coat, hiding your medals of conquest against their people
Upon seeing this they simply went back to their businesses
With that crisis over you made your way over to the counter
At the serving table you couldn't help but notice that there was a German beer bolted onto a shelf.
It looked like it was installed recently
“Must be part of some Germanization program…” you thought sitting down on a stool
A pink pony with a grey hue arose from behind the counter, polishing a glass
“Yep that’s right, sir. We had that  installed a few weeks ago. I'm not a huge fan of it. It’s bitter and it make ponies do foolish things…”
“Oh well...wait, how did you know what I was thinking?”
You didn’t know if you should be surprised or disturbed by this pony’s bizarre action
The straight haired pony flatly chuckled putting the cup on the counter
“Sorry just a Pinkie thing. Anyway do you want anything, sir?”
You looked to the tap, Erdinger caught your eye
“An Erdinger please, miss?”
She gives you a bewildered look, and stutters
“P-Pinkie P-Pie, sir…”
“Thank you, Miss Pie. Make that two actually, it's on me.”
You motion her to sit down next to you, which she hesitantly does
Some ponies nearby give mixed looks of disgust and disappointment
You return their glares, which their eyes shoot down to the floor in response
Pinkie Pie  struggled to grab the orange, foaming beer
You reach over, to help her but your chair suddenly collapses. She gives out a quick giggle as you fall on your ass
Was it you or did her her coat become a little bit more pink?
She offers a hoof to help you up and you take it
Several ponies storm out of the establishment
You and Pinkie roll your eyes as you now finally get to drink your beer
 
>The conversation with Pinkie was quite eye opening
>You found out that this place was once called Sugarcube Corner and that it was Ponyville’s >number one bakery
>She also said she had 5 other friends and that they all were all apart of something called the “Elements of… something” because she stopped talking about it almost as soon as she brought it up
>You implore more about her friends
>She really didn’t really know where most of them were minus her one friend, a pegasus, that lived at the old apple orchard on the other side of town
>You on the other hand told her a couple of things about your life
>You kept out the bits about your service in the Wehrmacht, instead focusing on your life before you were drafted. She got a kick out of it when you told her your mother forced you to wear lederhosen when you were a young boy and how your father made cuckoo clocks.
>Leaving out the part that your father was paralyzed from the waist down after his service in The Great War was needed to keep the tone of the conversation from becoming a tragedy
>The  beer really helped out with getting both of you talkative and friendly
>By the evening you and her shared at least 10 full glasses of beer
>Having no place to go Pinkie offered her guestroom to use for the night
>You asked about the beer but she said she would take off 50% but you would still have to pay tomorrow.
>It could be at anytime, but you preferred to do right after breakfast
>Before you went to bed Pinkie thanked you for the evening
>You were now 100% sure that her coat was several shades more pink than the first time you saw her
 
>The next morning, Pinkie introduced you to her relatives that also worked at the bakery: Mr. and Mrs. Pie
>The skinner stallion was suspicious of you and his plump wife was simply timid by your uniform
>After Pinkie told them how nice you were and how you shook Mr. Pie’s hoof and you shared a quick recipe on how to make a rare strudel that only your dear mother knew, they welcomed you with open arms-eh-hoofs
>All of them agreed that you were always welcomed in Sugercube Corner
>Now of course you had to pay for your beers and some extra in thanks of their hospitality
>Fumbling through your coat pockets you grabbed as many Reichsmarks and Equestrian Bits that you could muster
>The sketch of orange mare’s three apples tumbled out of your pocket and onto the floor
>Pinkie picked it up immediately
>To your shock, her mane exploded into a bushy puff and her coat beamed a bright pink
>The sudden bang almost gave you a damned heart attack
>“This is AJ’s Cutie Mark! How did you find this?”
>She was nearly ecstatic, hopping up and down. The Pies gave you an apologetic look and smiled
>It took a moment to recover but you did clear your throat before answering
“Well I saw her while I fough-eh, I saw her while I was on a patrol. I got her out of some hot water...”
>Pinkie seemed a little suspicious but she was more excited that you knew her friend
>She told you that she was last seen at Sweet Apple Acers with her pegasus friend
>You thanked them all one last time and even exchanged a hug with Pinkie Pie
>Smiling you left the bakery humming an old song you remembered before you joined the Wehrmacht
 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C1NG2DCsBXE
 
You enjoyed your walk through Ponyville
On the way to the farm you would eagerly wave at any pony you passed you by
They would either turn away or give confused glares
No matter what they did, it couldn't ruin your mood
The pony that you saved was so close
You had so much to tell her
 
After an hour of walking you finally at the farm
A slightly weathered gate welcomed you
In the main field a yellow filly with a red mane was playing ball by herself
You watched her momentarily, smiling at her childlike innocence, reminding you of your youth
She eventually noticed you
Her face was quick to be scared as she screamed some unknown english, then ran into the main farm house
You gave a pained look and started to follow, but immediately voted against it
Waiting to see what would happen seemed like a brighter idea
Chasing a young filly in your current attire could possibly look bad
A couple minutes passed and you starting to think you could have handled that in a better way
Before you started walking towards the house you noticed some commotion going on in the inside
The door was kicked open, and there standing in the doorway was a cyan pegasus with a vibrant rainbow mane
She was awkwardly holding a STG-44
You were first taken aback at the pegasus’s bold move and then by her rifle
As far as you knew only specialized soldiers, like the Waffen-SS, were given those automatic rifles, but you were a humble MG-42 gunner so what did you know?
“What do you want, you fucking monster!?”
Woah, she could swear
You pull out your sketch, and yell back an answer from across the field
“I'm here to see Applejack! Have you seen her?”
Her venomous gaze raises an eyebrow
“What did you say?!”
You yell again
“I'm here to see AJ! Me and her have met before!”
“You and her have pet, Lenore..?! What?!!”
You take a step forward, she raises the rifle. Seeing where this is going you step back
You got an idea
You basically are screaming at this point
“STEP CLOSER TO ME SO I CAN DISARM! I MEAN YOU NO HARM!”
Annoyed the pegasus mare takes a step forward, trying to keep the gun level at you
“You don’t have to yell, okay! So, uh, remove your weapons! Don't try anything funny, i'm the fastest shot in all of Equestria!”
As she advanced directly behind you, not only was she too close but her rifle didn’t even have a magazine in it
You roll your eyes and turnaround. You mutter to yourself, holding back a laugh
“Yeah sure, says the little pony who doesn't even have any bullets…”
Poking you in the back with the empty gun she hisses
“What you say, Greyback?”
Greyback? That's rather uncreative. Wonder if she just made that up
“Oh, nothing, just commenting on the apple trees.”
You unbelt your holster, showing her the P38
You reach down to your belt and retrieve the Hitler Youth knife your little brother gave you before you left for the Equestrian campaign
Turning back around you look down and give her a jolly grin
“I am now completely at your mercy. Now, where is Applejack?”
The mare’s glare is still unyielding
“Now why should I trust you, anyway?! How do I if you're not a member of the Es-es or guess-stop-oh?! Why don’t I just shoot you right now, Greyback?!”
She pokes you in the belly, it actually hurt
“Hey, I already showed you that I can’t hurt you…”
She jabs you harder this time. That's actually starting to piss you off.
 
“How do I know you just won't crawl back to your leaders and bring more of your goons?!”
Before she can jab you again, you easily yank the gun from her hoofs
The mare is dumbfounded by this and double takes between the rifle and your unamused face. Her normal pissy attitude returns as she leaps for the gun
It proves to be very easy to keep her back
“You did know this STG-44 had no rounds in it right?”
To prove your point you give the gun back to the pegasus
You extend your pose, sticking both arms out
“If you said you'll shoot me, then do it!”
Cheeks burning a bright crimson she aims the gun, haphazardly to your head
“F-fine! Say your prayers, Greyback!”
You smile confidently
*BANG!*
Your standard issue hat flies off your head with a sizzling hole running through it.
Realizing that you literally almost died by playing with an overaggressive pegasus, you collapse
Mortified, the mare drops the NOW empty gun to the ground
She bangs on your chest in a completely incorrect form of CPR
“Oh my gosh! Are you okay? I didn’t mean to kill you...”
She starts to weep heavily
You have your eyes closed, but hearing this was heart wrenching
You put on a fake cough, she looks up in shock
Groaning you open your eyes. You rub your head
“Gee, that bullet must have missed my brain compl-”
You are tackled by the pegasus and crushed by her embrace. She sobs in your shoulder
“By Celestia, I didn’t mean it! I just thought if I did it I could show you that I wasn’t afraid and-and-a-”
Although you don’t even know this mare, you can tell she really meant you no harm
You start rubbing her behind the ear
She stiffens and stops crying.
“It’s alright… it's alright… it's not your fault...”
She looks up at you, still teary eyed. She smiles
“Thank you, Greyback.”
 
The door to the door slams open, again, as the little filly charges outside
“Now look ‘ere mister! We don’t want no trouble, ya ‘ear!”
Funny how even while talking german, they keep that american accent.
You see movement behind her
“Apple Bloom! What are you ‘an Rainbow Dash doin’ out ‘ere!”
The mare steps out in the doorway. From her look of utter shock, both of you are equally surprised
“Holy shit…”
You both stammer, mouths open
The pegasus, Rainbow Dash jumps off you and gives her friend a bewildered look
“Wait, you know Greyback?”
Applejack doesn’t respond but just continues to stare at you. You get up and walk over to her
You get down on one knee a few inches from the cowboy wearing mare
You both exchange warm smiles for several seconds.
A tear rolls down her cheek and she embraces you, even more harder than Rainbow Dash
Okay maybe a little bit too hard, you can feel a bruise coming on.
 
The entire upcoming weeks are filled completely with the two of you catching up about what happened since the Battle of Ponyville.
She tells you that her brother was out running refugees out of Equestria into the Griffin lands to the far east.
She even greets you two her other friends
The one named Rarity worked as a clothing designer for the fascist provisional government, the Greater Equestrian Reich
Fluttershy, the quiet one, ran a veterinarian shop for wounded animals that were injured during the Cleansing of the Everfree Forest
Lastly, the former Princess of Friendship, Twilight Sparkle lived in Canterlot, where she was tasked with transcribing Mein Kampf as well as other Nazi literature into Equestria’s written language
In due time you decided to run as the personal representative for the Equestrian ponies
Your connections with the Equestrian ponies, and the fact you are a German war hero made your chances of winning the election almost certain
Even the Fuhrer himself entertained the idea, saying that he would be interested in meeting you in person as soon as he took Moscow
No matter what happened next, no matter when it will happen, or no matter where it will happen, you'll be ready as your new friends have got your back