I had a grenade in my hand. So, no doubt, did the English private. I tore out the pin with my teeth. Lay there and counted. Twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four. . . It is Hitler's last chance to save The Third Reich. . . Millions of Allied troops have landed in Normandy. The orders are clear: Sven and his comrades, hardened by a savage war that has led them from the bloody steppes of the Russian Front, to the slopes of Monte Cassino, are ordered to withdraw to Strasbourg and destroy Paris on the way. . . Liquidate Paris shows the eruption of World War II in its most brutal and cruel phase, as allied troops advance upon Paris and the penal regiment retreat