[center][color=92278f][h3]Victor Asimov[/h3][/color][/center]

Victor’s family sword was now sharp, clean, and polished. Kept in its leather sheath and resting on his cot. The small bit of meditation was enough to calm his mind as the others slowly began to put their things together. He had already gotten his things ready the night before and every night for the last few weeks preparing for the day they were to go on their first mission.

There were a few others in the large tent with him, where others received private quarters he opted for a tent with some others. However, before long he found himself getting his uniform on and then his equipment. His load was heavy, and he was glad he was strong or the things he carried weren’t going to be much use to him if he couldn’t wield them to begin with. Slinging his experimental anti-tank gun over his shoulder and picking up his light machine gun. With his sword on his right hip, the tall blond slowly made his way out to formation.

Forming up with the others in his squad he found himself waiting for the rest to show up while another big man stood in front of them. It was only a little while longer before he began to speak of their purpose and their first offensive. Going over their base strategy it seemed like a head on push. Possibility of some trench warfare and jungle ambush tactics.

Then came the next part. Chinese conscripts volunteer and otherwise, Italian armored division which piqued his interest the most. That is what he was there for after all anti-armor. Then he talked about some German and Spanish backed regiments. Victor could only speculate that they might be there to train the other fighters and be more of a command element. He will definitely have to watch out for that, if they were there at all.

Finally, the man spoke about using their weapons. Now he had to remember how to describe and tell the engineers how the field tests went. By the encounters and stories he heard of from the wounded coming back he could only hope that they had enough explosives to destroy whatever experimental equipment had to be left behind. One of the few orders they were given with their new gear.

Victor still stood with the other members of his squad, standing in the back so that the others could see. Adjusting the new strap over his shoulder. It was a last minute adjustment that he went over with the engineers. It was a simple thing to overlook and was really just a broader strap with a bit more cushion so it wasn’t digging into his shoulder. Glancing over the others for a moment and then back to their squad leader Aleyev, he was curious to know where their particular squad would be going. However, he knew he would get his answer eventually while he waited quietly.