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A wave of bullets streaked above Michaels head. In fact the whole area was being peppered with small arms fire. “Well I guess I should surrender no use of them wasting all that ammo on poor ol’ Sgt. Michaels” He said aloud. ‘In fact he did not want them to call in the arty’. He quickly pulled off his left boot, removed the off white sock, attached it to a stick and waved it.
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The 3rd Battle Group had begun their attack, firing in the general direction of the Russians. The Russians however, had already sighted the ground and accurate fire was being directed at the NATO troops. They were suffering heavy losses, when suddenly it stopped. “Did the Ruskies run outta ammo?” Rochester asked almost wishing it were true. Then their radio ordered them to cease fire as well. “It would appear that an end of hostilities has occurred” General Wolfe said sadly. “Why the long face Karl? It’s over!” Rochester asked. “Because the Russians won and my homeland is no more.” Mine as well.” Said the Frenchman who looked disgustingly towards the Russians whom where singing, dancing and drinking.
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Two Russian sentries approached Michaels position, rifles at the hip. When they finally found him he had cleared the rifle, put his grenades (Russian ones he had “found”) 10 meters away and had his hands on his head. “Get up; we take you to POW compound.” A young kid said, admiring the K98. “Kay.” Michaels replied.
“Why you look sad?” The kid said, holding the Mauser in his left hand, the AK in his right. “The war is over, you go home!” “What?” Exclaimed Michaels. “Yes war over.”
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Russia and the other countries were tired of losing their men (and women) to bullets, bombs, shells, missiles and the occasional bayonet. So NATO signed a treaty allowing the Western part of Germany to exist independently. France kept all of her territory as well. Africa remained as it was, meaning that the land that the allies currently occupied remained allied territory same went for Russia and of course the GLA. No one could deal with them effectively. England never had been invaded so she remained independent.
Lt. General Kirkov returned to Moscow as the Defence minister’s aid, replacing Grishin who had been shot by a Canadian Sergeant with a German WWII rifle. ‘How odd he thought to himself, maybe I should send him a thank you note.’
Finally the Red Storm had passed. Or had it?
Credits removed cause I felt like it.
Edited by General Kirkov, 26 August 2008 - 19:28.
