Major General Timofei
Teodorovic
3rd Guards
Cavalry Division, Steel Wind
28 Iyunya 1947
We faced the Mongoose again… twice. We were marshaling our
troops, making repairs and recuperating from wounds received in the near endless
fighting out in the streets of what is quickly becoming one of the most
forsaken cities on this earth… Leboux. With only the moans of his abominable
zombies as warning, Ze Mongoose bore down on our position. We were quick to
react, shoving our shotguns into the faces of his men and setting their monkeys
and zombies ablaze with our sulphur jets. We let them know in no uncertain
terms that they would not defeat us as easily as they did last time. With rage
in our hearts, we drove them back and chased them into their hole; alas, we
acted hastily and were not able to take their location. Next time we, no I,
must make sure that I am level-headed at
all times, to ensure that mistakes are kept to a minimum.
We had just entered our base when an Axis plane zoomed
overhead, and our next battle had begun. It was the Battle Cross, and this time
the terrain and odds were in our favor. Even with their plane, we managed to
repel their forces. This is our home for now, and we will suffer no fool to
take it while we still draw breath.
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