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Ostnordia at War - chapter 3
Date: 10/30/2023, Categories: Fiction Blowjob First Time Incest Teen Male / Female Violence Author: Limnophile, Source: sexstories.com
... and looked ready to hold out against anything that might come their way. They even had heavy mortars and a pair of anti-aircraft guns. They relaxed and their cook made supper. Our sergeant decided that instead of knocking out another tank, they would use their last precious cannon shell in a better way. They aimed and waited for the perfect moment. When dinner was ready, the Russian cook had the soldiers line up. The first bowl was being filled as our cannon fired. Dozens were splattered with hot stew, as the huge soup kettle exploded. They had a cold, hungry, and sleepless night. Before our men skied out of the area, they sniped at the Russians until the sun started coming up, firing a single shot every minute or two to keep the enemy from getting any sleep. The Russians lost the burned-out tank and at least sixty men, for the price of abandoning a field gun that was out of ammunition anyway. I didn’t envy the ones who had to fix a broken tank track on a 30 below day, while our snipers might have been watching them. Great-grandmother’s sister married the sergeant later. That story always made me smile, no matter how bad my day was. I knew that eventually we lost. It was still very inspiring that with only 30,000 soldiers and fifty armored vehicles, we held out against their thousand tanks and half a million men for a year. Their brilliant strategy that finally defeated us? They sent another half million soldiers. Very, very Russian. Simple, wasteful, and ...
... crude; but it worked. Compared to most other nations the Russians can fight in Winter, but Ostnordians are born for it. If it were water instead of Winter, they were bears who could swim, but we were the sharks. - The recent war had been going on two weeks before we heard the Corporates were near our province. My family did the best we could to prepare. My Father Aatz and his co-workers used their saws and heavy equipment to destroy bridges and railroad tracks, in addition to blocking roads with large trees or rockslides. My siblings and I planned many ambush positions and escape routes, and got our supplies ready. Father was on his Logmeister, a tracked vehicle with claw and chainsaw arms on the front of it, cutting an ancient fir. We watched the huge tree fall across the road near our cabin as the first of the Corporate Army Inc. tanks came around the bend. Father tried driving the ponderously slow machine the few hundred meters home and the tank fired. The Logmeister disappeared in a cloud of smoke and flame. When the smoke cleared and we could see again, the machine was flaming rubble and he had vanished. The tank tried driving over the meter-thick tree trunk but got stuck. The two other tanks and several vehicles full of soldiers stopped behind it. Anika screamed as she took her rifle off the cabin wall and tried to run out to fight them, but Lars and I knew better. We grabbed her arms and dragged her away from the front door. There was no way a hunting ...