I awoke to the sound of Kunez knawing on a piece of bread. He noticed me staring and decided to wake up everyone.
Once everyone was awake we packed up and left. I slung my gun over my shoulder and was suprised at the lack of Germans in the streets. I shouldn't of said that because minutes later we we're In a gun fight. The Germans we're outnumbered but they could fight.
It was down to the last German the last bullet he fired went straight through Petrenko's skull.
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Historical FictionIn War torn Russia (USSR) a young soldier and his squad fight the German army to retake Stalingrad
