Chapter 866: Flammenwerfers, and Simunitions

On a distant frontier in Lindeheim, or what was once known as North America from Berengar's past life. A company of German infantry loaded their weapons from within their IFV as their radio operator called in an artillery strike on an unsuspecting native village. 

The thunder of the 15cm guns echoed in the air before their shells landed on the villagers, blasting their longhouses to bits. Blood-curdling screams filled the air as the tribesmen cried out in agony. However, after a single barrage, the guns ceased their assault, allowing the infantry to advance into the village and clean up the survivors. 

Disease had ravaged the lands of North America over the past two years, as the Germans withdrew their medical support of the native populations. Though the Germans settlers were unaffected due to the marvels of modern medicine. The native populace had taken a massive hit from the coasts of Neu Wien all the way to the shores of California.