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- Oct 18, 2016
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- Greznjev
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- Axel
The satanist where weakened. Herman smiled, watching the flag of the new nation slowly make it's way up the pole in front of the church. Those Goths and the pagans in the east where rebelling and the satanist government just sat there? Truly, this must be christ's darkest hour.
They'd prepared for months. Weapons, ammo, food, uniforms, everything. Now, with the great christian banner being raised, now the time had finally come. He shed a tear as it reached the top, shouldering his rifle along with the others. Soon the satanists and pagans would feel the wrath of the Holy German kingdom, the wrath of god himsef.
The men climbed into the truck, Herman mounting the machine gun as they drove towards Waldorf, the nearest village. On the way he passed several several trucks full of soldiers and even an artillery piece. This would truly be a glorious conquest.
As the jeep entered the outskirts of the town, Herman cocked the mounted gun. The group began singing a hymn as they turned towards the town square. They didn't even bother to check the roofs.
The others in the car yelled as Herman fell of the back of the truck, his face nearly rendered unrecognizeable by a singke bullet. The driver slammed on the brakes, the vehicle coming to a screeching halt as the men got down behind it. One of them looked over at Herman, still lying on the street. He would be the first casualty of the coming war, but certainly not the last.
They'd prepared for months. Weapons, ammo, food, uniforms, everything. Now, with the great christian banner being raised, now the time had finally come. He shed a tear as it reached the top, shouldering his rifle along with the others. Soon the satanists and pagans would feel the wrath of the Holy German kingdom, the wrath of god himsef.
The men climbed into the truck, Herman mounting the machine gun as they drove towards Waldorf, the nearest village. On the way he passed several several trucks full of soldiers and even an artillery piece. This would truly be a glorious conquest.
As the jeep entered the outskirts of the town, Herman cocked the mounted gun. The group began singing a hymn as they turned towards the town square. They didn't even bother to check the roofs.
The others in the car yelled as Herman fell of the back of the truck, his face nearly rendered unrecognizeable by a singke bullet. The driver slammed on the brakes, the vehicle coming to a screeching halt as the men got down behind it. One of them looked over at Herman, still lying on the street. He would be the first casualty of the coming war, but certainly not the last.