"Then he will charge on foot, he's done it before," Popov replied.
"Sukabule!" Pavlov cursed again.
Popov: "Think positively, maybe they'll rush straight into the Melania Capital?"
"He left with the Guard First Heavy Breakthrough Tank Regiment; even if the path is clear, it will be already deep into the night by the time they reach the river!"
Popov: "Isn't that just perfect?"
Pavlov stopped and looked at Popov.
Popov: "Right?"
Pavlov pressed his lips together and slammed the receiver onto the phone.
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The First Division of the Melania People's Army was resting.
Sergeant Jeduski sat down next to his friend, Corporal Zambrowski, and said, "How are you feeling?"
"Terrible. Look at our hometown, what has it become?"
At this moment, even the quartermaster came over with a backpack: "Bullets are being issued, twenty rounds each."
Jeduski shouted: "How come only 20 rounds, not even enough to fill a magazine!"
