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>"It's a long way to Cloudsbury! It's a long way to go!"
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>In the middle of the combat somepony, running forward towards the rain of lead, was singing no matter what.
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>This song, almost a cry, was...strange to hear among the explosions and gunshots. But this soldier continued to gallop, emptying one mag after another, before the Shorty sent him flying.
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>You've always hated the Shorties. Their crews can turn them around quickly, they're firing some twenty shells per minute and they're really hard to down.
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>Well, now the entire company is attacking and the fire will definitely be pretty dense.
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>You jump into a crater left by a heavy shell and climb on the side of it - that'll get you enough vision but will mostly protect you from the smart butts in the trenches to the front. Which Red doesn't want an award?
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>A-a-a-and the SAV goes rolling over the trench you've been peacefully lying in just a half an hour ago. Its main gun pops out a 110-millimeter high-explosive that blows up a dozen of enemy rifleponies. This attack definitely is gonna be successful.
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>You see a pegasus approaching the attackers from behind, aiming at Reds' personnel carrier that has been slowing the advance with its two machine guns.
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>Poof!
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>Pegasus flies through the cloud of smoke, then turns around: she doesn't have to worry about anything - the missile is a homing one, so it'll...
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>BOOM! and the carrier explodes, creating a rain of burnt metallic parts. You somewhat feel sorry for the crew chaps.
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>Well, now it's safer, so time to move on. You grab your trusty assault rifle with telekinesis and stick your head out of the crater.
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>Enemy unit is decimated, so if you run quick here...you start to sprint towards the trench.
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>Suddenly, an enemy soldier runs in from the right, then notices you and starts to aim his rifle.
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>Sorry, fella. You or me, nothing personal.
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>Pom! Pom! Pom! Pom!
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>Four bullets are enough to deal with him. It isn't the best choice, but come on, it's a combat!
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>You rapidly run to the this half-ditch, avoiding the wood stakes entangled in barbed wire.
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>Huh, you're finally there. About a hundred feet from you another pony jumps in and quickly guns down the resisting red.
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>But battle carries on! There's two more trench lines to capture and probably enemy had drawn some fresh reserves here to repel. Though with this support you'll get it done.
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>Enjoying a minute of relative quietness, you check your RS-31. Mag's almost full, and the mechanism seems to be alright.
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>Yeah, the RS-31 assault rifle, main armament of the Equestrian Royal Land Forces. Chambered for .32 cartridge and with 30-round mags, it can knock anypony off his hooves.
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