Winters, during his mad sprint, comes upon a lone, unarmed German squatting in a field. This is the Blair Nazi from the first scene; Winters looks completely flustered to have come upon him, and abruptly shoots the boy. He continues the barrage of gunfire when he spies a pack of enemy soldiers, taking down several of them. Easy finally catches up to him and hunkers down to form a solid line of fire. It looks like an easy rout, which, as we've learned through Easy's history, means that some serious shit is around the corner. Sure enough: "Holy shit!" shrieks a gunner. We follow his pointing finger and see a fresh company of German soldiers pouring over a wall to aid in the attack. Winters flips and radios to the rest of Easy, begging for reinforcements as shots ring out around him.

Martin and a few other soldiers grab a gang of Germans and take them prisoner. The captives try to pretend they're Polish, but Martin hisses that there are no Poles in the SS. Another nameless Allied soldier screams, "Oh shit!" Luz gets on the radio and does...something. Winters calls it "send[ing] a lightning contact report," but for all I know, that means, "Turn it up -- Rick Dees in the Morning is on!" Winters yells for Sgt. Boyle to try to assess the directions from which enemy fire is coming, which means he's toast. An explosion on the road knocks him down, wounding his leg; as Winters calls for Easy to take cover, he screams for help dragging Boyle off the road. Webster appears just in time to fall down and unconvincingly yell, "Jesus Christ, they got me" in the same tone of voice one might use to say, "Jesus Christ, I asked for onion rings and got fries." Um, not that I ever say that, much less after I've already parked the car and started unpacking the Burger King bag. For our edification, Winters shrieks that they're facing German artillery and need to take cover, but not before yanking Boyle off the road.

At his desk, Winters engages in wild brow-furrowing.

The spat has abated, and Winters surveys the carnage. One man realizes with surprise that they were fighting the SS. Liebgott, though, is still shooting off into the distance, and Winters has to yell at the intense soldier to stop doing that. Look, baby, don't try to change him. Winters is alarmed to see Liebgott's neck wound, but my favorite undead man insists it's no big deal, so Winters decides to make sure he gets treated by sending him back to the command post with some German prisoners. Liebgott brightens. "Come on, Kraut boys!" he shouts gleefully, which unsettles Winters. Whirling around, he grabs Liebgott's gun and removes all but one round of ammo, thus ensuring that Liebgott can't brutalize the captives en route. Liebgott doesn't appreciate this, but he complies anyway.