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My mind hasn't even produced a thought yet, but my hands
one more, then a couple.
Charge ahead and kill them all!
task for you: amongst the first troops, you are to spearhead the attack on
Soldiers and officers ran to the barricade like a single organism.
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In the army we have this thing called subordination.
dukhs opened fire.
where each unit is located and what exactly it is doing there.
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- Sashok, you don't seriously think that we could bust up the soldier.
long.
Pavlovich, born 1975.
I had
square where, according to commanders' plan, paratroopers and marines were
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cognac warm or vodka for that matter.
spoils left.
Fear
indifferent to everything.
Trying to muffle their fear, soldiers were yelling
- If you bitch, even think about arresting our commander, I'll kill
Maybe just a
name.
I jumped as high as I could and landed on the chest of
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On two APCs, along with the recon squad I set off to pick up the clapper.
stuck in the con's chest I asked the grunt next to me:
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Finally medivac all our wounded to the airport
It went too far.
can lose your teeth or bite your own tongue off.
just lucky.
- OK, I've got it.
The roar of mortar shells is
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Pants swelled
Minutka, might as well give us these, - I said, watching with
Shmel (Russian word for bumblebee), is an
Recognisance party ahead of us, radioed in that they reached first of
I rolled to him and tried to unfasten the case.
He must go on a strict diet,
You, moron, should've been learning your math back in high school.
Constitutional Order.
wounded out of here.
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- Sashka Pahomenko? - I asked.
the damned Square.
meshed, to make it more comfortable to carry, and sent home to their parents
rocket grenade launcher, fine toy.
The meeting room was situated in
Well, we kind of, matched each other over there.
was just running into darkness.
Supplies XO added each of them by one and the General signed
Probably a captive now, in the rag-heads' hands.
drove off.
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- Yes.