flesh and blood

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The base shook as the german artillery hammered the building, mikhiel sood up and took out his tokarev pistol, shooting a german running towards him, he coughed from the debris in the air and looked around, grabbing his ppsh and looking around, his comrade dimitri was on the ground and had a german on top of him, he kicked the german off of him and shot him with a three second burst from his smg, he was too late his comrade was dead and most of his other men were dead as well.

Mikhiel killed three more nazis in hand to hand combat, he took his knife on the of the three and wrenched it from the bottom of his jaw to the base of his neck, he would make sure he would kill these rats for attacking his base.

He cleared the building and readied himself for a charge as germans amassed outside the building, he took a dp 28 and reloaded his ppsh and when he could see the germans were in range of his explosives he set them off and opened fire. he dropped many of the germans and after a short fight they retreated, he went around and carried the bodies of his men outside and dug many graves and took their dog tags and buried them, it was dawn when he finished and he went back inside and for once in many years he started to cry like a child as he punched a wall, cursing out stalin and the germans for bringing this war to his homeland. it was unfair they had not wanted a war and mikhiel was forced to join the army for his family, he screamed and put his pistol to his head and pulled the trigger, it was empty so he threw it to the ground and he fell to his knees, still crying then he curled up into a ball and cried until he fell asleep, soaked in the blood of his friends and enemies.

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