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Like all HQ officers, we
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don't need that because we have no brains no more.
direction to them.
Well, I've been to the HQ.
Recognisance party ahead of us, radioed in that they reached first of
force on their side.
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second floor of their Reichstag.
All of us prepared for the
The advance guard got on the
river.
The second company pulled closer to us.
palace, not the spooks' barracks, not their ammo depots, but the Chechen
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And then the brigade will be thrown in to storm the
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Thirty men ahead of
He thoroughly poured out last of the vodka equally amongst three cups.
The grunt next to me shouted something, pointing his finger at the top
- Where are you planning to get the liqueur? From under the bench? - I
Very
of an ambush.
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Cherepkov Pavel Nikolaevich.
- Yura, do you realise that you're in the army now?
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started to shoot at us.
green lieutenant, in a God forsaken garrison in the Far East, or a stale
APCs hit hard for ten minutes and then stopped as was agreed.
Although, no more cover, only open spaces.
- What's new in the Group's HQ? Let's go eat, - he offered, looking at
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Maybe just a
looked at Karpov, - would have to take him with you to the airport and send
casualties, and this one, though a crank, still fighting hardcore threesome
- Twenty-two, - said Yura, breaking the silence.
- We were getting some water for the division.
A lot of grunts were broken down crying, like they were unjustly
middle.
water or wash your hands properly.
some basement with a hole in his chest.
the lair of the savage and then destroy him.
All that was left was to await the slaughter, like sheep.
peacekeeping force; anyhow, to fight for God knows what or who.
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Most probably Japanese:
conversations with the enemy or cursing with his own men.
over here.
obstacle, it burst with shrapnel, obliterating every living thing around it.
Well, we kind of, matched each other over there.
- That is a really dumb joke, Vechaslav Nikolaevich.
Nobody listened to anyone anymore.
The clip emptied.
steps then stopped and looked around.
Two of the grunts were
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day.
application for aid and pension.
their coming attack.
extreme circumstances, so to say.
the walls.
Then, the gunsmakers came right to the trenches, studied
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