Krichtenberg, Altirustzkan. Early morning, 24 February 2026
In the northern regions, dawn came early. As soon as the bombers withdrew from the city, the warm rays of dawn gradually appeared in the east. In the stillness of the morning, a few towering columns of black smoke rose from the Pankortz district of Weissensezft. Above the low-lying clouds, it was difficult to distinguish the dim morning light from the bright flames of a destroyed Krichtenberg Berlin. As the smoke slowly cleared over the ruins, the most bombed city in Altirustzkan loomed, bleak and eerie. The entire city was black with ash, pockmarked with thousands of craters and dotted with twisted columns from collapsed buildings. The streets were littered with wooden boxes and body bags. Blood stained the sky.
Entire apartment blocks were wiped out, and in the heart of the capital, entire areas were completely wiped out, nothing left. In that wasteland, what had once been avenues and streets were now rough tracks, winding through mountains of rubble and broken glass. Roofless, windowless buildings, their interiors completely destroyed, gaped at the sky. After the raid, a rain of ash fell, covering the ruins, and in the canyons of brick and steel, only dust was flying. Dust swirled along the extension of the A1, the famous trees now bare, with buds withered on the branches. Only a few banks, libraries and luxury shops on this famous avenue were undamaged. But at the western end of the street, Krichtenberg's most famous landmark, the Branderkow Gate, which was eight stories high, still stood on its 12 giant Dorickz columns, despite being riddled with bomb fragments. At the massive Reichstag, where the Parliament met, on the ruined roof above the entrance gate with six columns, overlooking the sea of rubble that was threatening to engulf the building, were the clear black letters: – For the people of Altirustzkan!
Somewhere to the south of the city, the Bemeroth base, which was considered the command center for the army's counterattack, was now completely leveled. The train stations that transported soldiers to the battlefield were even reduced to ruins. Tens of thousands of recruits were wiped out before they could even see the battlefield, and the human losses were staggering. The hospital had to withstand the shock waves while also receiving hundreds of mangled corpses. The refugee deaths were also rampant, to the point where it was impossible to handle. The reinforcements that had just arrived were immediately sent to the front, dying in large numbers. Food and ammunition were also running out. It seemed that all the despair and death were pouring in here.
"Everyone. Let's go, hurry up. There's not much time left. Those barbarians might be secretly attacking there." – A loud voice echoed throughout the shelter
With the remaining light, I and many other teammates slowly walked out of the bomb shelter after the enemy's artillery attack had passed. All that remained were the ruins of a mighty empire. The dead lay scattered on the streets, blood flowing profusely. The alarm sirens blared loudly, drowning out the screams for help, the cries of pain and despair. Witnessing this scene that only appeared in apocalyptic movies, we rookies could only stand there in horror, our faces drained of color. A few screams began to rise.
"Oh my God. It's horrible…"
"Blood… it's blood!"
Everyone looked terrified, lost in despair as they watched their blood brothers being crushed by bombs and sacrificed. I stood there, like a lost soul. It was not until a fireman from afar called out that I came to my senses. He looked disgusting with his ragged clothes, covered in blood and mud. His skin was even calloused, with bruises that had long rotted and turned black. In a hoarse voice, he tried to urge us:
"Hey! Guys! Come out here and help us. I'm exhausted. Damn the Kuznetskozhyans."
A few soldiers and I ran over. It was a 14-year-old refugee boy, who was being crushed by a rock, bleeding profusely. I grabbed the rock tightly and used all my strength to flip it over. My arm muscles hurt so much that they felt like they were about to break. I gritted my teeth and screamed in pain. We barely managed to lift it off the boy, but it was too late. He died before we could save him. His body gradually turned cold, covered with scratches and bruises, blood and flesh blurred. I was shocked, sitting there in utter confusion. Everything was crazy and chaotic. Had war made this place so desolate and deadly? How terrifying!
A haggard old officer stood up from the rubble, using all his strength to continue his unfinished propaganda. It seemed like no one was listening to that nonsense anymore. Because we were all too tired of being bombed by the enemy day and night.
"Comrades, the barbarians of the Eastern Kingdom of Kuznetskozhyan are preparing to launch a new attack on the city. Currently, all supply lines have been cut off, with less than 50,000 people left to fight while the enemy has more than 200,000 soldiers. Despite the huge difference, I hope each of us will do our best to hold on to this place. We need to kick them out of this place and win a decisive victory!" After saying that, he slowly walked to a corner of the street, took his battered figure, and used the pistol in his pocket to blow his own skull, freeing himself from this hell. A gunshot rang out, ending a short life. Two guards quickly carried his body to burn it, then walked towards me. They were very violent and vicious, directly grabbing me by the neck and throwing me straight into the marching army like nothing more than an inanimate object. They even cursed and cursed at me.
"Get out of my sight! You little brat!"
"Take place in line if you want to live! You're in unit 92, right? Oh, I forgot, they're all dead. Well, go back to company 96, kid!"
I was pushed into a soldier and both of us fell flat on the ground. Mud and dirt stuck to our clothes. Seeing that, I panicked and ran over to help the other person up, a little confused, asking:
"Excuse me! Are you okay? Let me help you up. Sorry for bumping into you."
I looked at the badge pinned to her chest. It turned out that she was a female marksman. She was quite short compared to us, only about 1m69. That girl had platinum hair, neatly tied behind her head. A delicate face, with deep blue eyes like an ocean, beautiful and mysterious, making me unconsciously drawn into those eyes.
The strange girl stood there, staring at me, as if she had recognized something. I also found her very familiar, as if we had met before. How strange. It seemed that after she had calmed down, the girl replied to me:
"It's okay, I can take care of myself. And who are you? I just saw those policemen beating you up, it looked so brutal." – She smiled and asked me.
I lowered my voice:
"I'm Klaus Polskarov, a member of the 92nd platoon of the 7th Guards Corps. But they all died, I'm the only survivor left. Nice to meet you."
"Ilaina Ilytasivich Kilova. Nice to meet you."
Ilaina simply introduced herself and asked me:
"Are you also Kuznetskozhyan?"
"Half. My father is Kuznetskozhyan and my mother is Altirustzkan."
After a while of talking, Ilaina and I found that we had a lot in common and felt very familiar with each other like old friends. I learned that she was a sniper of Kuznetskozhyan who had deserted to Altirustzkan because she realized the meaninglessness of this war. While we were busy getting to know our new friend, a high-ranking officer, who seemed to be a platoon leader, suddenly came over and asked:
"What are you two doing? Hurry up, those Kuznetskozhyan bastards have crossed the outskirts, why are you still standing there?" – After saying that, he looked at us meaningfully, the corners of his mouth curved up a little – "You're a new soldier, right? Welcome to hell on earth."
I helped Ilaina up and together we caught up with the new platoon. We passed by 73 Neistalyat Street, the beautiful little palace that had been the official residence of the former Altirustzkan prime ministers, completely burned down inside. This palace was once described as a mini paradise. But now, the exquisite architecture, the beautiful decorations, and the sea goddess statues in the magnificent fountain in the front yard had been violently destroyed, falling into ruins, the only thing that seemed to be saved were the two twin statues of the Rhinert virgins on the roof, which was full of holes and leaning towards the rubble-filled courtyard, their heads missing.
A block away, building 77 was not much damaged, only slightly damaged. Bricks were piled up around this three-story U-shaped building. The yellow-brown paint was peeling in places, and the shining golden eagles with crosses on their claws, placed on the gates, were so badly scratched and chipped that they seemed to have lost their original majestic appearance.
The majestic balcony jutted out above, where a mad speech had once been delivered to the world. The Reichskanz, the office building of Chancellor Altirustzkan, still stood. Above Kurfurst, Krichtenberg's Fifth Avenue, the disfigured frames of the once splendid Memorial Church lay scattered.
As we marched toward the death zone of the trenches that surrounded the capital, everyone wore an undisguised anxiety. The desolate landscape unfolded with each step we took. The land was vast and watery under the long, gloomy dawn. On the rough road there were stagnant puddles, funnel-shaped depressions that rippled in the early morning breeze. The trails that the soldiers and the night convoy had just traced, in the fields that were now bare, full of hidden bomb craters containing stagnant water, shone like steel rails in the pale light.
Each pile of mud, here and there were broken stakes stuck out, broken X-shaped supports, bundles of steel wire twisted together into bushes, mudflats and puddles that made the ground look like a cloth, some places were floating, some were sinking. It wasn't raining, but everything was wet, dripping, as if drenched or soaked, and even the pale light seemed to be flowing away.
"So slimy and sticky..." – Ilaina furrowed her pretty eyebrows, her face full of hatred and fear.
That's right, she was a girl after all, I held out my hand to her and said:
"Come on, Ilaina, let me help you down."
I slowly jumped down into the trench and then gently helped Ilaina down. Damn it! As soon as I saw the scene below, my stomach churned, suppressing the feeling of nausea, I took a step forward. The stinking mud stuck to our leather boots, making it difficult to walk. In addition to the stench of corpses and blood, here we also witnessed the most bloody and deadly clashes today. I gritted my teeth, trying to slap away the remaining water in my boots but it was useless, I had no choice but to let it soak into my skin.
Ilaina said to me:
"Thank you. This place is really bad, just like what people say."
Taking out her sniper rifle, Ilaina skillfully placed it on the gun rack, pointing straight ahead. I didn't have time either, quickly took out the Mark 18 to check it again. The same went for the others, some of them even took the opportunity to get to know each other since the original members were all dead, we were just a bunch of random people thrown in for the sake of it.
"Ilaina, have you killed any Kuznetskozhyan soldiers since you joined the army?"
"No. This is my first time in real combat. Normally, I just stand far away and learn how to fire to support infantry, not shoot at close range like this. What about you?"
"We're the same. I haven't even finished learning the theory. All the skills come from games." – I shrugged and replied.
Ilaina's eyes stopped on me for a few seconds as if considering the truth of my words, then turned back to her half-prepared gun, she asked me:
"Then why did they push you out to this deadly place? Doesn't everyone who goes to the battlefield have to be thoroughly trained?"
"No, actually we just finished learning how to use guns, not much progress. All the elites are dead, now we're just burning the reserve volunteers-"
Before I could finish my sentence, the sound of a fighter jet engine suddenly echoed from afar. Just a few seconds later, a Su-27 Flanker with a red star painted on its body flew over our heads. It was so huge, it seemed to block my vision, the plane disappeared at the speed of sound. I saw the enemy fighters flying over our heads at breakneck speed, they suddenly dropped tens of thousands of tons of deadly bombs. In just a moment of shock, the vehicle carrying reinforcements behind us suddenly exploded into hundreds of pieces. I panicked, didn't have time to think much, and hurriedly hugged Ilaina and lay down on the ground, avoiding being hit by the bomb fragments.
The rocks and dirt fell like rain, even blood was on them. A huge fire broke out, followed by a plume of black smoke. I held Ilaina tightly and lay motionless, the enemy's bombs and bullets swept over our heads like a hurricane, drowning out the painful screams, cries, and groans of my comrades. They were hit by the hot bullets, their bodies blown away, or were hit by large pieces of broken rock. In the chaos, someone shouted:
"GET OUT OF THE HELL! IT'S A FIGHTER PLANE!"
Then another series of bombs exploded. The air seemed to be sucked clean, the smell of smoke and blood rushed straight into my nose. Ilaina next to me coughed continuously, and had to sit up to catch her breath. At that moment, countless phosphorus bombs fell. She stood there, stunned, unable to react to the impending disaster. My heart stopped beating, my pupils contracted:
"ILAINA! GET OUT OF THE WAY!!"
My body reflexively hugged Ilaina in fear, using two or three big steps to quickly bring the two of us to hide in a corner of the trench. Then the ground was immediately plowed up and roared, as if it wanted to tear the sky apart. The heat of death blew past me, it seemed like something had brushed past my arm, causing my arm to ache as if it was crippled, but it did nothing but hold onto Ilaina's small body, using my own body to shield her, preventing her from dying. I felt Ilaina's hand tighten on my shirt, she was also opening her mouth to breathe out with difficulty. The sound of bombs and artillery outside continued to ring out, my body was as tense as a bowstring, drops of sweat ran down my face, I closed my eyes tightly. The arms hugging Ilaina became even stronger, I was very worried about her, I myself did not know why, I realized that my feelings towards Ilaina were very strange but in this situation I did not have the mood to think about it so I put this problem behind my mind. Pray to God above to let us both be safe and sound. The two of us hugged each other like that during the entire time of the enemy's bombardment.
After the series of earth-shattering noises ended, the usual silence returned. After going through those near-death moments, I was exhausted and lay on the ground. I was panting, my breathing was rapid, a little dazed from the recent event. Fear enveloped me, noticing that Ilaina did not move. I gritted my teeth, trying to use some strength to shake her awake.
"Ilaina. Are you okay? Are you hurt?!"
Ilaina's lifeless eyes gradually condensed and looked at my face, her blue pupils seemed to flash with panic, as if regaining her composure, she said to me:
"Klaus! You look so exhausted, your skin is all burned. Come on, let's get out of here. It's so chaotic."
I covered one of my arms with my hand, mumbling in response while blood was still dripping out. She helped me through the meters of trench that had been torn up by artillery shells. The others were busy filling up the giant hole in the front line filled with stagnant water. At that moment, the siren suddenly sounded signaling a new artillery barrage.
"Hide! The enemy's 155mm artillery."
A shell suddenly fell into the trench, exploding right before Ilaina and me. It sent everything around including our comrades flying high into the sky, tearing their bodies into hundreds of pieces, a few drops of blood splashed onto my face but I didn't have the heart to wipe them away. We could only watch as each piece of their flesh was covered in dust without being able to do anything, truly meaning to die without a whole body.
Knowing that the battlefield was so fierce and horrifying, I still couldn't suppress the feeling of nausea in my stomach, my face turned pale and green, I just wanted to get used to this situation quickly, otherwise I would die on the battlefield not from being shot or exploded but from being shocked or disgusted by these kinds of scenes.
As soon as the dust cleared, on the ground where the two of us stood, there was a hole with flesh and blood splattered everywhere, leaving behind a muddy ground full of mixed flesh and blood that people could no longer recognize that it was a human being before. And the only thing left that distinguished them from the dirt and rocks was the hat they wore and their tattered uniforms.
Arriving at a section of the trench, Ilaina gently let me sit down to rest. She brushed my sweaty platinum hair back, I felt Ilaina's gaze soften like a calm blue lake with a gentle breeze, she looked at me and said:
"You stay here and rest for a bit, I'll go get the rescue supplies."
Suddenly I felt like I was a burden to Ilaina:
"You don't need to care about me like that, just leave me here."
She looked at me with disapproval, and replied:
"No, I can't let you die here. Just wait."
Watching Ilaina turn around and leave me with a back that was getting farther and farther away, I could only helplessly sit there, holding tightly onto my arm that was bleeding profusely in pain. Everyone in the trenches was busy taking turns carrying ammunition boxes to the 12.7mm machine gun nests along the battlefield.
Ilaina returned shortly after with a bunch of different medical supplies. She approached me, hurriedly wrapped the burns with bandages and applied ice to them. When she was done, Ilaina took out some painkillers and gave me a temporary injection. After a moment, my hand felt a little less painful. Ilaina sat down next to me:
"Klaus, that's it, I've finished treating the wound, you'll need to rest for it to heal."- Saying that, she took out a bun from her pocket- "Hey! I brought some food. Want to try it?"
She held out the bun in front of me, it looked quite fresh but since there was only one, I refused. How could I accept food from a petite girl like her when we were both equally hungry? It was not manly at all.
"Well, you just eat. I'm not that hungry. People like you need it."
"Never mind, you'll split half, I'll split half."
Even though I said that, Ilaina still smiled and gave me half of her bun. Looking at the five slender white fingers that had just handed over the food, I silently accepted half of the bun. The bun had a soft white skin, and inside there were some meat noodles that I hadn't eaten for a long time. Not forcing myself anymore, I devoured the bun, finishing it in half a minute.
It had been a long time since I had eaten such a delicious meal. Most of us had to fight in a state of near starvation. The food was all expired food, moldy bread and river water, some units even had to use sewage water and animal corpses for food. I let out a satisfied sigh, Ilaina saw that and pinched my ear, her eyes like two sapphires narrowed, smiling and saying:
"Now who says they're not hungry? Want to eat more so I can steal it."
"What did you say? This is stolen food. I admit you're really good. It's not easy to steal here, if you get caught, it's all over."- I was quite surprised by this, a little admiring and a little worried.
Ilaina grinned:
"That's too much praise, I do this all the time at home."
Suddenly, a sound that shook the heavens and earth rang out, immediately after that, a series of bunkers we had built suddenly exploded, erupting in flames. Then tens of thousands of 30mm bullets rushed into the flash flood.
Crack! Crack! Bang!
The sound of rifles and cannons exploded immediately. Above our heads, everywhere bullets exploded, or loudly in long bursts of machine guns or single shots. That dark and fiery storm never, never stopped. People were buried at the bottom of an eternal battlefield. But like the ticking of the clocks hanging in our houses in the past, in the almost legendary past, here people only heard the sound of gunfire when they paid attention.
Before they could recover from their shock, on the vast steppe, two Kuznetskozhyan T-72-72 main battle tanks suddenly appeared, entered the battlefield, and fired an armor-piercing shell into our bunker. Everything happened in the blink of an eye. After the tank cannons blew out the hot smoke of hell, the whole sky was in chaos, the trench was filled with dust and smoke.
Ilaina and I quickly returned to our defensive positions. Holding the dirty Mark-18 automatic rifle with blood stains on it, I shakily pointed it forward, where the Kuznetskozhyan army was rampaging. I couldn't help but curse when I saw the approaching soldiers clearly.
"Damn it! It's the famous 82nd Shock Corps... Are you ready? Ilaina."
She replied to me with a calm expression mixed with a hint of mischief, as if the last syllable raised her voice a little:
"It's done, it's finally time to fight, heh~"
Hundreds, thousands of Kuznetskozhyan soldiers wearing body armor, holding AK-74 rifles with long bayonets, rushed forward like flying arrows. They shouted, brandishing their weapons, just like gods preparing to purge all of humanity. The sound of their footsteps was so strong that the ground could not help but shake.
Looking at the group of people rushing towards me, I could not keep calm, my nerves tensed up and I reflexively pulled the trigger with my brothers. One gunshot, then two, three, then a hundred gunshots rang out at the same time. The Kuznetskozhyan assault soldiers were hit by bullets one after another, falling to the ground one after another. The machine guns behind them also started firing wildly. The enemy fell like fallen straw. But it seemed that was not enough, despite our rain of bullets, the Kuznetskozhyan troops with fierce determination still charged forward, determined to fight to the end. With the roar of a well-trained army, they had broken through our defensive barrier.
An enemy soldier jumped onto a sandbag and used his close combat weapon, a Cossack sword, to slash down, hitting dozens of people in the face in an instant. The sound of the sword slashing rang out, followed by the miserable screams of the Altirustzkan soldier, he pulled out his assault rifle, fired and killed countless people from the Altirustzkan army.
I tried to stay calm, loaded a new magazine, pulled the pin, and turned around to shoot him dead before his eyes and the barrel of the gun swept over me. When the guy fell to the ground with a hole in his head, I suddenly heard the sound of wind tearing right behind me, I turned around and saw the fierce face of someone from Kuznetskozhyan using a knife with a bloody groove that was about to pierce my brain. It was really over. Suddenly a gunshot rang out for only a moment, causing the guy's head to explode, blood splattered everywhere. That red substance seemed to cover most of my face, the strong fishy smell rushed into my nose, making me regain my composure after that heart-stopping incident.
I reached out to wipe the blood off my face, but it seemed that action only made my face dirtier. At that moment a towel was brought before me, I raised my eyes and met Ilaina's curved peach blossom eyes, a slight smile hung on her lips as she opened her mouth:
"How is it? Is my shooting technique okay?"
I took Ilaina's handkerchief. Thinking back to the scene just now made me shiver a little.
"Nice shot!"
Her smile became deeper, happily saying:
"You owe me a life."
We quickly returned to the battle, the situation was getting worse, screams and the sound of bombs and bullets rang out continuously from all sides. The Kuznetskozhyan army seemed to be endless, more and more were pouring in. In contrast to Kuznetskozhyan who was showing off his arrogance, Altirustzkan was suddenly attacked by a large number and could not fight back, the reinforcements were nowhere to be seen, causing the balance of the disadvantage to tilt completely in their favor.
Although the disadvantage was as clear as black ink on white paper, no matter who we were, we would not give up.
After learning from experience, I used the gun with only one bullet left in my hand to accurately shoot and kill a Kuznetskozhyan who was trying to approach me from behind. I took away his rifle and did not forget to kick him back in the opposite direction, tripping the other two guys on his team. I took the opportunity when the two guys who were tripped had not yet reacted and quickly pulled the trigger and shot, killing them.
My team seemed to be a bit more stable, Ilaina and I went to support the other team. A Kuznetskozhyan nearby was also accidentally blocked by us. He was terrified and opened fire blindly. I retreated and pulled Ilaina to dodge, waiting for him to use all his strength to miss and scream, then used the gun to fire three consecutive shots. Three bullets pierced his chest, he fell backwards, still holding the rifle and the sharp bayonet.
I lowered my eyes to look at the person who had just fallen on the ground. Surely a young man like me, still has a future ahead of him. Maybe someone's relatives, maybe someone's friends, those people may still be waiting for him to come home, they wait for him but only wait for a news that he has left this world forever, died on the front line. But guns and bullets do not know how to love. In war, only the strong have the right to survive and no matter who fired the bullet, it is not righteous.
Under the enemy's continuous bullets, more than half of my comrades were buried, died painfully. But no one stopped, no one retreated, we could not let the enemy invade any further. It was better to sacrifice everything than to let the nation's right to self-determination fall into the hands of the enemy. The defense line must be maintained at all costs, even if it means death.
The enemy was still firing fiercely, to the point that I didn't dare to stick my head out even a little bit, but I tried to adjust my breathing, mentally preparing myself to be hit and die. If I died, it wouldn't matter, because at least I had protected the country, had successfully fulfilled the last wishes of thousands of heroes who had gone before me.
"Die! Invaders!"
I stuck my head out of the trench, my hand tightly gripping the rifle. I fired forward like a wild beast, desperately destroying its prey, regardless of the dangers in front of me. The barrel of the gun gradually heated up. As soon as I ran out of bullets, I ran away, moving to another bunker. Suddenly a tank's hollow-charged shell flew past me, crashing into the battle line behind, killing a few new recruits who were there. I couldn't help but curse:
"Damn it! Can someone handle those T-72s?!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a T-72 suddenly blew up its turret and was engulfed in flames. It turned out that reinforcements had arrived, bringing hope to those who were on the verge of exhaustion. They brought with them a lot of giant metal monsters. Those were the steel arrows of Altirustzkan – the M1 Abrams tank. The T-72 saw this and could only retreat.
"Klaus, do you have any sniper bullets?" – Ilaina asked me, panting.
"I'm afraid not. I'll have to pick up someone else's." – I replied to her.
The two of us ran back to our unit's trench and found that everyone had been killed, their throats cut, and their bodies torn to pieces. I had no choice but to suppress the feelings that shouldn't be there at this moment, and together with Ilaina, whose complexion was even worse than mine, I quickly searched for ammunition around. Suddenly, some damn guy suddenly jumped out and pressed Ilaina down, intending to use a knife to finish her off. My heart suddenly skipped a beat, and the power erupted, kicking him several meters away. I gritted my teeth and used the bayonet on my gun to stab him straight in the stomach. Blood gushed out profusely, quickly spreading around.
My eyes followed the blood to his chest, and in a moment I saw the badge for the Altirustzkan Coalition Force soldier on his chest. My pupils immediately contracted, and I stood still. The blood on the ground had flowed to my feet, wetting my boots that I always tried to keep clean, but at this moment I didn't care about it anymore. My brain seemed empty and seemed to have a bunch of chaotic thoughts.
I pulled out my bayonet and looked at him writhing on the ground, his terrifying expression constantly changing. His eyes were wide open, staring at me, his dark pupils filled with fear and madness. His mouth stuttered a few words that I couldn't make out.
This guy was probably lucky enough to escape from the Kuznetskozhyans, but he had to witness the entire horrifying scene of his comrades being massacred. Perhaps because his psychology was too vulnerable or the surrounding environment was too harsh, his nerves were always in a state of tension and fear. The horrifying scene just now seemed to cut off his last ray of reason, forcing him to go crazy, his mind was unclear. Everywhere he looked, it was like he saw ghosts, unable to distinguish who was an enemy or a friend, so he treated everyone he met as an enemy and killed them.
In the end, he died from losing too much blood. I felt a little guilty, but that was quickly erased. On the battlefield, there must be people who live and people who die, if you hurt your people, you are the enemy. If you don't kill, you will be the one who dies.
"Klaus? What's wrong with you, are you okay? Klaus?"
I regained my composure after a few calls from Ilaina, facing her furrowed eyebrows and eyes filled with anxiety and worry that were about to spill out, I could only suppress my expression just now. Picking up the remaining bullets, I reassured Ilaina, who seemed to have not noticed what had happened earlier:
"It's okay, Ilaina, I'm fine. I was just a little absent-minded just now."
The Kuznetskozhyans nearby seemed to have discovered us, running towards us with all their might. The rallying cry made my nerves even more tense.
"This isn't good. Run! Hurry!"
Ilaina and I had no choice but to use all our strength to run. The enemy was chasing us fiercely, as if they wanted to eat us alive. We ran away together, finding every way to lose them. My heart was beating fast, everything was so scary.
Bang Bang Bang…!
Dozens of gunshots rang out, sweeping away the Kuznetskozhyans behind us. A man stepped out with a heavy machine gun in his hand. Like a savior, he said:
"You guys are safe, go quickly! I will deal with these bastards."
The two of us could only retreat to the rear because we had lost too much strength and were seriously injured while the others remained, holding on until the last man.
The enemy kept advancing, wave after wave like a black tide, wanting to drown the world in its bosom. Our machine guns fired continuously, bullets and fire rained down like a storm, fighting against the tsunamis coming from the land of Moswatov. Tens, a hundred, a thousand shadows advanced slowly but rolling, but terrifyingly. Intentionally stirring up fear, as if about to swallow an entire country.
The sound of bullets and fire whistled from the muzzles of both sides. Thinking was slow but acting was very fast, in just a moment human lives were just numbers on the record board. One by one, then half a company turned into cold corpses, lying down before the senseless bullets. No one knew when their turn would come, only crazy heads, blind eyes, guns sparking, shell casings falling randomly on their feet and a battlefield covered with corpses.