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Tanks stopped firing to let us in.
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If they hadn't screwed around, we wouldn't have come here in
us hope to avoid all this, - I repeated his words and finished off my cup.
attack on the HQ, every officer and soldier knew his area of responsibility.
Soil was cold.
formations.
Judging from the noise, the
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- I'm sorry, please forgive me, sirs my mistake I promise won't happen
was nice and simple, but now, the thing is a brain surgery, without ten
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And now this bonehead, this pimple on our asses, endangering the lives
Wounded do not lie like that.
- Oh, yes he does.
You can try and live you life like everyone else, but you know that you
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The distance between us and the enemy was no more than fifteen meters,
Not much
Ivan leapt to his feet, raced
- That's not all, - I interrupted Bilich, - on the way back we were
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it fades out.
well yourself.
Logically, they are letting the reg-heads
- Together?
- Our operative group, together with the General Headquarters, has
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Two others grabbed him
The hostages will die.
last! We have finally done it! I will remember this moment for the rest of
Don't you forget it.
The wounded
- Yes.
and yellow slime - consequence of my many years of smoking.
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They were carrying Battalion Commander, who was unconscious and
We are to take
and Pashka twitched.
The purpose of
enemy.
Hand-grenades at stand-by, at the nod of my head, the
The God of War demands new
lieutenant Pahomenko, first battalion company commander lieutenant Krasnov,
descent people amongst them.
stomach.
must add his seven and your six, get thirteen and then let you pass.
Take Andrei Petrov, former mortar platoon commander.
revolt? So I suggest you shut up too.
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rising from the crater.
exhaustion, except for blood pounding in my ears.
They've dragged in there about a company of men, no
- Thank you, - Com-brig shook his hand.
Vietnam War, American GIs had complained to the gunmakers that their M-16s
hour.
The grunt's eyelashes were flipping like butterflies near a light bulb:
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- Not bad, but too risky.
The cross
Tonnes of dust in the air, can't see shit.
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