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Love, Life and Revolution
[The Rise and Fall of the Soviet Republics]

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In the recent years the birth of a nation by revolution called forth a creation of the (Earth II) Soviet Republics. The United Soviet Republics stands for a combination of Socialism and Capitalism, democracy under strict rules with false voter ballots under the rule of Vitaly Kurstrovitz. Kustrovitz, though non-iron fist or oppressive runs this nation with a cautious eye and a military always ready for action. His military watch has captured several large underground rebellions against him, all of which went publicly unknown. This story is a tale of a soldier from the Russian Liberation Front during the Crimson Revolution to his joining of the Soviet Military and his actions fighting the underground movements to the future. This story will bring up to date the back round behind the Soviet Iron Curtain showing the side of the soviet forces never seen. By releasing this story about the instability inside the soviet republics is to better give color to an unknown world casted off by the stabilized world who would never give attention to this struggling nation.

Color Table
Regular Action
Chapter Title
Mental State
Military Interest Information

Characters [As Introduced]

Nostrov Virstall - Revolutionist (Former soldier [Never saw combat])
Darinsky - Revolutionist (Friend of Nostrov, use to fight with the Crossbones Militia but was the only survivor of a large rebel attack)
Oleg - Red Militia Soldier (Handles an RPK. Has, sense his younger years, always loved heavy weapons.)
Voloda - Red Militia Soldier (Nothing is known about his past)
Viktor - Red Militia Soldier (Soldier of the former army, stayed in after the fall)
Vladd Kurstrovitz - Red Militia Commander (Commander of the former 7th Company now Red Militia [Brother of Vitaly Kurstrovitz])
Graff "Medikolov" - Red Militia Soldier (Joined 5 months before the fall, stayed on because he did not want to live under the rebel government)
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The Crimson Revolution
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Sounds of Combat (Prelog)

The sound of artillery and gunfire could be heard for miles inside this broken nation going to war with itself. Elements of the former military and a group of armed rebels calling themselves the Russian Liberation Front were fighting a tyrannical rebel leader who rules only for himself and left the rest of the country to rot.

The rebel governments army fought hard but for a questionable purpose, they were no better off then the civilians or there rebel counterparts and yet they fought to protect a man who may even treat them worse, like dogs.

RLF soldiers flood the streets of Kirov, the current rebel capital, ahead of them lay hundreds of rebel soldiers bringing forth a fierce close combat firefight. Like something from a movie the soldiers clashed in the streets using destroyed cars and burning craters as shelter for their advancements down the streets. Every step was bloody, a bullet for every second crowded the cities concrete roads and sidewalks each having held a life in its metal shell.

The war was going not as planned, RLF forces were dwindling in numbers and the rebel army seemed to only grow. The military fought only to protect its territory of forts and camp which the rebel army wanted desperatly. Though the military had no high command it still stuck to strict rules and that involved holding military property from public use. The military had no use for the RLF, they basically ignored them and their fight and just kept to themselves.

Nostrov Virstall, a soldier of the RLF, knelt behind a rusted burned out red car and every so often turning around the corner of it to take a few shots at rebel men with his AK. The AK-47 was popular, of cource, it was cheap and it showed russian pride as the weapon was old but still useful and could measure up to modern day technology. Nostrov turn to his left and took a few shots, all random and mainy for surpression. His eyes glided back and forth seeing many of his comrades running down the street toward him, they suddenly stopped and took cover shouting for him to move as well. He turned his head to catch a glimps of a grenade rolling right infront of him and into crater. The explosion sent him onto his back and he could feel some numbness all around his body, he attempted to yell but nothing came out.

His vision blurred in and out as he felt the numb parts of his body, dipping his fingers into a cool thick liquid. He brought his hands up to see the dark red blood dripping off them, he reached for his gun but blacked out as his hand touched the wooden buttstock.

"Whats going on...who are you...Mother...mother help me."

A man sits in a far corner of a dark room, he sits with arms around his knees and a blank face almost...tramatized. Around him, a pool of blood, he sits on the only open space clear of the dark liquid. The room gets darker and the man stays still, he seems almost dead.

Suddenly an explosion interruptes the scene, sound warpes back in.

"Dont die Nostrov...don't die." an unknowen voice whispers inside of Nostrovs head.

"I won't...." Nostrov whispers back to the voice as his eyes jolt open. The pain has come forth but he ignores it and reachs his rifle. Taking a stand bullets are fired at him but none hit as he raises his gun and goes from target to target killing them one by one as he walks backwards attempting to escape but not without enemy casualties.

Nostrov looked like he should be dead with one arm almost covered in shrapnel and an entire leg bleeding a train from his former location. His gun spits out shells then clicks empty, Nostrov pulls out the banana clip then throws the gun to the ground in exchange for a cheap .45 colt pistol. He fires out the small arms clip then places the pistol back in its holster. Bullets chip buildings all around him as he makes his way back behind a group of old metal trashcans.

"Im not going out like this, this is not how im suppose to die."

Nostrov's vision blurs again and once more he blacks out.

"And how will you die Nostrov?...Do you want Glory? or will you die for love or maybe to protect it. How Nostrov." The unknowen voice coaxes him.

"I don't know......I don't know....leave me alone....go away." Nostrovs voice sounds high pitched like a childs, it also has a scared tone to it.

"Then you must choose, if not for your country, if not for your brother then you know what for." The voice trails off leaving Nostrov to himself.
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Can they do this?

Nostrov awakens laying on a rough cot. His old olive green jacket has been removed along with his shirt and around his wounds are bandages. After taking awhile to realize it Nostrov looks around to see wounded men on other cots, the cots have been dyed red and it is obvious why. Far outside the battle sounds come in faint, almost a whisper. Nostrov continues to look around dazed as he pushs himself up to a sitting position against the wall to his back.

As Nostrov fades in and out of his mind several people come and go to check in with him, he does not know any of them but they seemed nice enough. In front of the crowd of wounded stand several armed soldiers, it is hard to tell who they are either.

"...and this one?" A man says as he and another man walk by Nostrov.

"Found wounded in the streets. He was unconsciouses when we took him and we've covered most of his wounds but didn't see the need in covering them all." The other man remarks pointing at Nostrovs chest.

"Fine, he's good enough to go. I want him and those other two I told you about..." The two walk away leaving Nostrov where he had always been, in dazed state.

Nostrov stared at the two for awhile as they examine the rest of the wounded group. As he watches them another man comes up to him from his left and grabes his arm to pull him up.

"Let go, Anton wants you." The man states as he lifts Nostrov to his limping feet.

"W..why?" Nostrov manages to cough out with spats of blood.

"No questions..."

The man pulled Nostrov away toward the back room where the armed soldiers eyed him and the few others following him. They were led out into a courtyard and by now Nostrov's head had recovered and he eyed his surroundings.

The courtyard stretched into a perfect square, the size seeming impossible to judge. At the far end from the building the group emerged from lay a long thick wall and in front of that lay several bodies. The wall was covered in bullet holes and blood and as the group was pushed toward it Nostrov made out the faces of some of his former comrades. It was obvious now what was going on, executions.

The man known as Anton walks the group who had been forced to line against the wall standing on top of the bloody rotting carcases of their comrades.

"I'll give you a chance here, before you are executed you have a choice. Join our side or simply die. To make your decision step forward to live, backwards to die."

The group stepped back in unison, all except Nostrov who was still kinda dazed. Nostrov stood still with locked eyes pointed at Anton, a glare worthy of death himself. Anton frowned then pointed at Nostrov.

"Him, I want him to go last. Full volley from bottom up, make it painful for this one." Anton turned away in a huff and basically jogged away in anger.

One of the soldiers grabbed Nostrov and threw him aside, the others raised their AK's and fired into the group. The guns released the shells to the ground and ejected forward that metal shard of a bullet that entered and exited the members of the groups bodies. Within seconds blood covered the back of the wall and along with it the bodies of those men, slumped and lifeless. One of the shooters walked over to examine the men by kicking them over, with one he kicked right strait in the face shattering the skull and almost collapsing it as the body fell over leaving a blood streak on the wall.

The man raised his gun and fired several shots into another mans body which had shifted on top of another's body.

"Ok, bring the other guy up front." Said the leader of the death squad.

Nostrov stood willingly, he knew he was doomed so why fight it. They grabed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him forward making him stumble over himself. Once they got to the wall they pushed him back into the bodies where he tripped and fell laying face down ontop of a dead comrade. He pushed himself up then glanced at the death squad raising their rifles. Nostrov glared now at them then shouted out his last words.

"I DIE FOR REVOLUTION!!!!." He yelled as suddenly a mortar shell annihilated the squad by landing square in the center of the line.

Nostrov was pushed back by the explosion then got back up to witness hundreds of rounds slamming into the base sending the rebel soldiers running in every which way to escape. He jumped for a gun and began to pick them off, there was no way he was going to be killed by one of these runaways. The AK he held fired so rapidly his wounded arms could hardly hold it but in all he managed a few kills then sat back to watch the artillery finish the job.

Sitting there, among his dead comrades Nostrov began to weep. His wounds were deep, physically and now mentally. He thought he would be able to handle the revolution but seeing this destruction his mind took over his actions and tears streamed down. In the distance men could be heard shouting, it sounded professional like the military and not a minute after the first shouts uniformed soldiers walked through the smoke out into the execution square where the rebels had killed so many.

"Any survivors?" A soldier asked without an answer as men ran past to find bits of cover from the already dead enemy.

"SURVIVORS!!!!?" The soldier yelled this time, then Nostrov spoke up.

"Over here." He said, his voice surprisingly low and strained, the words pained him as he spoke and he ended up falling to his knee's.

"Rebel?" The soldier was now hovering over Nostrov, gun pointed toward him.

"Revolutionist, sir. Captive of Kirov." Nostrov replied to the soldiers disgruntlement.

"Kirov...yeah, heard about that. You guys got slaughtered, those bodies and you must have been all thats left of your force." The soldier said reaching his hand out to help Nostrov up.

"Don't worry, you've got help now. Seems the military has gotten a very nice offer from some syndicate organization to help you out in this revolution. If I commanded the military we would have begun to help sooner, maybe those guys would still be alive if we had." He said pointing toward the bodies of Nostrov's dead comrades.

"Whatever, I just want to be out of here." Nostrov replied to the soldier with a very harsh tone.

"Then lets go, by the way the names Voloda you?" Voloda smiled toward Nostrov as he grabbed his arm to put around his shoulder to help him walk.

"Nostrov."

Voloda stumbled forward trying to hold up Nostrov who seemed to put all his weight into falling down. Nostrov though was smiling now, glad he was not dead and glad he had found some allies.

"You know, your not making this easy. Try to move you legs dont just drag them." Voloda remarked.

"Sorry, it hurts bad. I was hit by shrapnel and I guess the rebels let my skin heal over the pieces of metal."

"Don't worry, we'll get you fixed up. VIKTOR!!! We got a wounded, get over here and bring some bandages and a knife."

A man perked his head up from a parked jeep that was angled into the courtyard, his face seemed aged with a rough stubble beard and the cloths he wore were colored an olive green like the jacket Nostrov use to wear.

"Alright, Alright. Oleg get over here, you got a knife on ya?" The man shouted across the burning street to a very large man wielding an RPK.

"Yeah I got one, what do you need it for?" Oleg replied to Viktor.

"Just get your big ass over here." Viktor shouted back, by now Nostrov and Voloda had made it to the jeep and Nostrov was climbing up to lay down in the back.

Oleg jogged over to the three men with a blood stained bayonet in his left hand and the RPK in his right. He handed the knife to Viktor who immediately spit on it to clean off the blood.

"We'll need some water, this thing aint clean enough." Viktor said as he wiped the blade harder trying to get off what he could.

"Nevermind, its good as it is. The wounds are still open a bit so we just need to pop out the shards."

Voloda motioned Nostrov to turn on his side as most of the would were across his left leg. Viktor then jammed the knife into the wounds one by one reopening what had been caked over with blood, the bits of metal slide out with the blood flow and Viktor popped each wound then stuck the knife in to examine.

"You should be fine, don't worry."

"Hear that Nostrov, nothing to worry about. Were surrounded by rebel's with guns, revolutionist who dont know who's side were on and were in the middle of a hostile city. Nothing to worry about." Voloda remarked sarcastically to Viktor.

"Fuck you man, im just trying to help. Damn, this is bullshit. Whats the point in taking this city? We ain't the controling the revolution." Viktor gave a sigh at the end then handed the bayonet back to Oleg.

It was here the Nostrov realized he had not left Kirov. The city was all around him meaning that the bodies of his revolutionist comrades lay in the nearby streets along with that courtyard. Kirov, Nostrov never wanted to go back but he supposed you can't go back to a place you never left. While Nostrov thought, he sat up and found a seat in the back of the jeep Voloda meanwhile had gotten into the driver spot and next to him sat Oleg with the RPK propped up on the hood. Viktor sat next to him then handed him a weapon.

"AK-101, finest weapon we have right now. Stole it off of a dead rebel who had to of stole it from one of the militia's."

Nostrov eyed the weapon, the gun seemed alright no damage was done to it except a few scratchs but who cared it was a weapon of war and nobody looked at the quality of the gun they were about to be shot with. After the gun Viktor handed him another Olive green jacket, it was a bit big but with winter coming with would be good.

"Found that in that rebel holdout you were stuck in. They had a bunch of jackets but sense we here at the Red Militia wear these I thought I would grab it. Good thing to, had no idea we found a survivor so there ya go. A weapon and a jacket, your one of us now."

The Red Militia

Oleg sighed deeply was the jeep joined a long convoy of jeeps and trucks. On each vehicle a symbol of a red star with gold lining and the word 'Militia' written underneath the star adorned the doors. This was the symbol of the former 7th company, now called the Red Militia. There were at least thirty vehicles in the convoy supposing that 20 soldier's in each truck and five in every jeep made the force truly look like a company. They were headed out of the city and at every turn Nostrov remembered the fighting on those streets. His mind flashed images of screaming soldiers, explosions and gunfire. He tried to shake the images away, they were too much for him right now.

The convoy began to turn on one particular street, the one Nostrov was wounded on. Everywhere sat burning cars and dead bodies, Nostrov located where the grenade went off and he had fallen. All that was there now was a small puddle of dried blood and Nostrov's old AK-47. He winced and Viktor noticed this.

"You been here? You looked terrified, a warrior should never be scared."

"Have you ever been hit by a grenade? Not only that but have you seen your comrades die right before you eyes and you could do nothing but cry from the pain?" Nostrov turned his head toward Viktor who looked shocked.

"Yes I have, I have seen alot. Maybe not what you have, and I have not been wounded but I have seen alot. These rebels resort to all sorts of things, what you saw were infantry tactics nothing compared to the suicide bombers and mass charging rebels I have faced."

"I suppose not..." Nostrov felt bad for snapping on Viktor like that, what he saw must not compare anywhere near what the man had seen. Though he had been wounded that stopped him from watching the slaughter of his revolutionist unit who adorn the streets as piles of burning bodies.

"CHECKPOINT!!." A man yelled from the lead truck in the convoy.

"Alright guys, checkpoint. Watch yourselves, the rebels will do anything to break this checkpoint. Its the only militia total controled point in all of Kirov." Voloda shouted over the noise of the engines from all the trucks and jeeps.

"Don't worry Voloda, we'll keep our eyes peeled for them. If there stupid enough to atta..."Viktor's sentence was cut short as an RPG round slammed into the third covered truck in the front.

"son of a bitch..." The group whispered as they watched the truck go up in flames, along with the twenty soldiers inside who were rushing to escape burning alive. The screams were almost enough to make the strongest man queasy.

Voloda, wasting no time turned his truck up a pitch black back ally to nearly escape an IED that caught the jeep behind theirs. The four men could hear rockets being fired and they knew it was at their convoy. Gunfire erupted after the initial rocket strikes and it was obvious now that the rebels had taken the checkpoint from the militia. The men were soon joined by three other squads of men who had lost their vehicles to the onslaught and marched into the ally way for safety.

The squads joined up to create one unit under Voloda who was at current the commander officer. Voloda began to maneuver the unit of fifteen behind him to take back the outpost.

"We can't let them have it, Nostrov, Darinsky, Sparrow and Graff you four will take the lead. Nostrov, your a newbie here so you better prove your worth. Darin, Sparrow, Graff look after him. Don't fail me."

Nostrov stepped up to the unfamiliar soldiers who took him in like the other three had. Darinsky or 'Darin' for short had buzzed hair, same as the other two, but he wielded a strange MP5, something you don't see everyday in russia. They all wore the olive green military jackets along with the Red Militia symbol stitched into the upper left shoulders. On the right shoulder, stitched neatly, was a black flag with a golden cycle and hammer inside of what looked like pilot wings. Under that sat one broad band of gold and under that sat a blank space. Darin notices Nostrov checking the flag out and he decided to explain.

"It's blank for when we win this war. When this nation is named, that will be the flag and in the blank space will be our nations name. We received it from your revolutionist forces, this is the flag they believe they will install after victory. Some sort of socialism im guessing but who cares, at least they wont disarm the military and instead reinstate it. We'll be soldiers whether the revolution succeeds or fails." Darin said as he pulled himself over a pile of ruble, the other's and Nostrov followed.

Voloda's unit had disappeared but it was expected that they were only a short distance away and could be reached as such.

The small unit moved toward the outpost and then rejoined voloda's unit. They walked for a little ways further to find themselves only a short ways away from the left outpost guard tower and its courtyard covered in a very deep trenchline.

Nostrov held up the stolen AK-101, 20 feet from him stood a rebel soldier smoking a ciggerette. He fingered the trigger and squinted his eye, to his left Voloda moved impatiently waiting for Nostrov's gun to fire so he may fire his own. The 101 bounced back into Nostrov's shoulder as a round spit out of the barrel and into the smoking rebel. Voloda pulled his gun up to his should and began to fire along with his unit who followed suit. The rebel troops were taken by surprise, most of them falling before raising their weapons. Nostrov charged forward and jumped the short 3 foot wall covering the courtyard, here he landed into a trench staring right into the eyes of an unarmed rebel. The rebel punched toward the gut and Nostrov fliped his fist around to the mans back then jammed his combat knife into the mans back letting the rebel yell in pain to let the others know their fate. He twisted the knife into the mans back and watched the blood slip out of his mouth with the now garrgled choking screams of pain, he pulled the knife out turned the man then slit his throat to shut up up.

"That, otta quite you. Fucking pig." Nostrov remarked.

Nostrov stuck his head out above the wall and waved over the unit, Voloda shook his head then patted Darinsky's shoudler and told him to move over. Nostrov meanwhile had turned his attention into the trench where several rebel's had noticed him. He took quick aim and fired at them forcing them into cover behind small wooden boxes and a fliped table. Suddenly a man landed into the trench next to Nostrov, he turned his head to see Darinsky with an unpinned grenade and a smirk on his face. The grenade was throwen behind the turned table sending two rebels out of hiding but to late when the grenade blew up throwing them against the walls of the trench covered in shrapnel. The other three rebel's behind the wooden boxes took pot shots from behind their hiding places, Nostrov walked forward toward the boxes ducking from the gunfire which was inaccurat anyway. He slipped out his knife and slammed it behind one of the boxes before turning the corner and following his knife and arm to the choking rebel which the object through his hand and into his throat. The blood spit out of his mouth and down his hand as he choked and gasped for air. Darinsky had hunted the other two down and beaten them to the ground, they were unarmed. He then executed them with a bullet into each head. Finally Nostrov had pulled the blade from the rebel's hand and throat leaving him choking and crying knowing he would soon die. The blood pooled around him then Nostrov jammed his boot into the man's head making suffercate in his own blood.

"TAKE THEM, OLEG TO THE LEFT DONT LET THEM FLANK US!!!!" Voloda yelled as Oleg turned to the left to catch five rebels running around the small shed the unit was moving past. Oleg let loose his RPK and ripped the rebels to pieces with a loud battlecry yell, leaving none alive.

Nostrov, along with Darinsky had moved into the rebel's small trench system covered by wooden planks. Darinsky halted infront of a sudden turn in the trench, Nostrov followed his example and kneeled down waiting for Darinsky to pull the pin off a grenade and throw it in. Instead he loaded a teargas grenade into his launcher and fired into the small trench hallway. He and Nostrov turned back and began to run ending up outside of the trench to watch and take advantage of the screaming and blind rebel forces. The two's guns blared out shrieks of bullets as the rebels fell dead, the living falling over their comrades to be executed later. Darinsky ducked down behind the wall after waving Voloda and the unit over. The unit sat behind the wall for a second to regain themselves then stood to face a charging crowd of rebel's.

"dear god...." Oleg let out along with a shocked sigh.

"OPEN FIRE!!!." Voloda yelled and the unit didn't waist any time following the order.

"See Nostrov, this is what I was talking about. Their suicidal, and for what? They get nothing more than a peasant except the freedom to kill. Is that worth being treated like a dog." Viktor shouted over the gunfire.

"Now is not the time for a phylisophical conversasion Viktor, just kill them then we may talk." Nostrov shouted back and the talking was over, the killing begun.

The muzzle blasts could draw a perfect line by the unit as they opened up on the charging crowd mowing them down. The rebel charnge neared closer and the returning fire was getting more accurate, Nostrov began to feel a pain in his gut as though something bad were about to happen. At that moment a bullet pierced Voloda through upper right shoulder, the one his gun rested on, that which fell to the ground along with droplets of blood. Another bullet flew into his check spewing blood forward as he was pushed back from the force of the bullet and he fell to his back coughing blood.

"Voloda, someone help him." Nostrov cried out as he fired his weapon.

"If we help him we'll all end up like that, better one for the cause then us all for nothing." Darinsky replied with the sound of Voloda choking out air making Nostrov cringe on every gasp.

"Voloda, hold in there. Dont die, keep your eyes open. Dont die Voloda, dont die." Oleg yelled over the gunfire as the loud gasp of air signaled Voloda's passing.

"MOTHERFUCKERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!." The unit yelled in what seemed to be unison, Oleg standing fully erect began to line down the rebel group who were by now only 17 feet from the wall and there comrades former position.

The guns heated the air as they rapidly fired making it hard to even hold them. The barrels were smoking they were so hot but the bullets persisted and the unit would not give up. Finally the rebel group had pushed to the wall, at the same time the unit had pulled back into the trenches as the rebel's jumped down to join them. The fight had become close combat, Nostrov was knocked over by a rebel who landed right infront of him. He sliped out his blade and jammed it into the rebel's leg sending the man to the ground, pulling the blade out he crawled on top of the rebel and stuck it into his chest then twisted it.

Around Nostrov, Oleg had begun beating people down with his RPK then finding a safe spot reloaded and afterword went into a hand to hand fight with a rebel who had dropped his gun. Darinsky had been shooting the rebels as they jumped the wall leaving piles of bodies in the trench, he was screaming in anger as a rebel jumped right above him and he turned to jam his barrel into the rebels gut. The rebel's eyes went wide and Darinsky's went narrow as he fired several shots spewing blood spatter out from the mans back and into the air.

Nostrov had pulled a pistol from a dead rebel and begun firing it into the invading crowd. It was beginning to become very crowded in the trench with bodies, three of which out of the other thirty or so were red militia soldiers. Finally after killing so many the rebels began to stop jumping into the trench, now they had lined up behind the wall and were preparing to clear out the trench with gunfire.

Oleg had decided to clear the trench as well and yelling for his unit to get down he opened up with his RPK from one side of the trench to the other killing any rebel who did not lay down after seeing the unit fall to there stomaches. Oleg began to walk forward as the unit stood up one by one to realize the rebels were no longer coming.

"I dont trust this, they just suddenly stopped." Darinsky remarked.

The rebels whispered among themselves then nodded to each other and stood to begin the slaughter.

"FUCK!!!" Nostrov yelled seeing the rebels stand up guns aimed into the trench. He dove forward into the pile of rebel bodies and turned one over to use as a shield.

The unit followed Nostrov's example and scattered for a body to protect themselves with. Oleg had laid down among the five rebels he killed and pushed one infront of himself just in time to protect from a volly of shells. Darinsky though had already escaped back out of the trench along with two other soldiers. They had made decided to take the rebel's MG which was perched in a perfect view of the rebel's position. One soldier had unclipped a grenade and tossed it out toward the rebel line, in that time the other with Darinsky had marched to the MG and mounted it. The soldier held the bullet chain and Darinsky began to fire in a line down the rebel force. They slowly fell being ripped apart by the MG and it's deadly accuracy and bullet caliber.

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