State/Empire border. A strategic strike force from the State military, along with four of their most advanced tanks, were sneaking into the Empire. A platoon and it's Sargent were walking on high alert, they had just entered enemy territory. "Here we go, boys! We're in the Empire now, so keep you eyes open!" He warned his men. "Our job is to get in, knock out their power, and get out." A few explosions could be heard from afar. "Sarge, what's that sound?" One of the soldiers asked. "It must be tanks firing, a conflict somewhere." The Sargent responded, the metal from their own tanks groaned as they crawled along. "But sir, we should be the only soldiers for miles! How could there be a conflict?" The Sarge stopped in deep thought then a horrified look came across his face. "Move!" The leader began to shout as he sprinted. "Move!" WZZZ, BOOM! "Artillery!" The entire platoon began to move faster, the men running but the tanks having trouble accelerating. WZZZ, BOOM! Five men disappeared. WZZZ, BOOM! A tanks was hit, dead on. The barrage continued until there was only a dozen men left., and the tanks were reduced to chunks of metal. The Sargent was still alive, but with a piece of shrapnel stuck in his arm. "Men... rally!" Only the few men left group came to him. "We have to... retreat..." BANG! A shot rang out, and one of the men limply fell. "Empire sniper! Cover!" The men tried to hide, a few behind what used to be tanks. BANG, BANG! Two more men fell. "Sarge, were are they!?" It sounded like shots were coming from all directions. BANG! The Sargent was hit. He fell to the ground, everything extremely blurry. He heard more shots, and more of his men falling to the ground. Then, when all went quiet, he could barely make out a large, bulky figure walking toward him holding a long, metallic weapon. From what the Sargent could see, the large man grinned, pulled out a foreign handgun and said, "Do svidonia, comrade!" BANG!
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