Zeleban

I don't care about my authority on this forum. It is much more important that the participants of this forum are not captive of their own echo chamber about the “bad” residents of Crimea and the Donetsk regions and the “good” residents of the rest of Ukraine. After Russian troops occupy a territory, FSB units arrive at that territory and identify the most anti-Russian residents of the area based on their activities on the Internet. After which torture, persecution and execution of such persons begin. The rest of the residents are well aware of the cruelty of the Russians and do not dare to oppose them. This is how it was in Donetsk, this is how it was in Kherson, this is how it will be in other European cities after the fall of Ukraine

What I can find online about the 2010 elections at least tends to describe it as a successful democratic election - international observers and all  not finding anything too untoward unlike his previous attempt  back in 2004  . What happened after the election and the direction that Yanukovych took Ukraine - leading up to the events of 2014 is another matter . He was however the democratically elected President of Ukraine at the time .

Anyway, after some time, the company commander appeared and announced "Snake get ready, you're going to evacuate." At that moment, I was naked from the waist, grabbed the rifle and jumped out after the commander into the yard. Of course, I did not know that "buses" no longer go to the village.
From the moment I arrived for dressing after the injury, about five hours had passed at that moment. For most of this time, I directly directed the battle based on my knowledge of the terrain and people. I am sure that I am not unique in this regard, but I have not yet met more such fools in the National Guard.
It was snowing lightly. A drone lit up overhead and a tank started shooting at us. Positioned across the street behind the house, a detachment of the 1st platoon, which came as reinforcements with the company commander, was sitting there. The battalion was completely involved in this meat grinder. I leaned against the wall and began to just howl from the cold. I asked for foil from the company commander's first aid kit. He didn't find it. Ryzyk, the squad commander, began to look in his first-aid kit - it was also empty. At the same time, a tank was constantly shooting at us. Running around, he found a foil from one of the fighters, in which I happily wrapped myself.
The company commander began to tell how to go to the evacuation: "You will go to the river. You will go over her. There will be a cemetery, you go further. There you will see a bridge. You pass There, across the field, there will be an evacuee waiting at the landing.”
I don't even speak anymore, I nod and start to leave. Passing by the cemetery, I meet Horko, who was leading another squad. He asks "-How is it here? "- bloody hell. I left, I don't have the strength to talk anymore. Sorry." In the background there was a crescendo of battle sounds. The battle raged around the entire perimeter of the village. I thought about going across the river a couple of times, but the ice didn't seem reliable, and I could see water in some places. The temperature rose abnormally after the frost.
When I reached the bridge, I almost screamed. It was two rails on which one board was lying, and the handrail was broken and it was impossible to lean on it. Stepping slowly, gathering with each step, I will be late on this wonderful trail. Somewhere in the middle, the rifle pulled me to the river, and there was a desire to just let it go, but in my head flashed either fall with the weapon, or get out.
Catching my balance in the middle of this bridge, I went on. The field was flat as a pancake and covered with snow. There was no sign of where to go, so I just walked at random, hoping that it was a bunch of trees and the ****ing line of trees that the company told me about.

When I arrived at the evacuation point, of course no one was waiting for me there. I was already tired of wondering at that moment, so after climbing into the ditch, I wrapped myself tighter in the foil and sat down, staring into the void. After some time, the Nine armored personnel carrier arrived, stopping two hundred meters away, and the fighters immediately began to fall out. Realizing that it's not my evak mobile,
i staggered towards the armored personnel carrier, trying to somehow wave my hand, because I no longer had the strength to shout anything. These were additional soldiers of the 9th company, compared to the company commander, he asked how I was, I just shook my head and climbed into the armored personnel carrier. The armored personnel carrier roared and flew away. The gunner carefully took the rifle from me, proving that I would not be allowed in the hospital with a weapon.
I grimaced at every bump, but in the middle, a puppy's joy was growing. LIVE. I ****ED OUT ALIVE. The armored personnel carrier flew to Vasylkivka and I fell out near the medical post. The driver-mechanic ran up to me and with a joyful cry "Snake, I'm so glad you're alive." He slapped me on the shot shoulder blade. Moaning dully and not responding, I went to the medical center at his apology. My participation in the battle for Soledar ended there.
Explanation to the map:
Ш - the area where the Archeologist's fighters are concentrated
Д - the district where the neighboring forces retreated and entrenched themselves
E - some district was also held by our forces
Г - point G
П - point P
Ж - point J
+ - medical center
КОНТРАТАКА КРАКЕНА - Kraken unit counterattack
ЕВАКУАЦІЙНИЙ ШЛЯХ - Evacuation path

Residents of the Donetsk and Lugansk regions consider themselves Russian no more than residents of the Kharkov and Zaporozhye or Odessa regions. Think back to 2014. The flags of Russia and the Kharkov People's Republic hung over Kharkov at that time, and the Kharkov City Hall was captured by pro-Russian militants. Nevertheless, in 2014, security forces were able to crush the protests in Kharkov.
I assure you that the residents of the Russian-occupied Donetsk and Lugansk regions have no more desire to fight against Ukraine than the residents of the Dnepropetrovsk or Nikolaev regions under Ukrainian rule. In the Donetsk and Luhansk regions, from 2014 to this day, the same guerrilla war has been waged as in the Zaporozhye or Kherson regions. Look at the number of people executed in the DPR for treason.
It’s just that Putin has all the necessary mechanisms in the territory under his control to force anyone to do anything. 

Anyway, after some time, the company commander appeared and announced "Snake get ready, you're going to evacuate." At that moment, I was naked from the waist, grabbed the rifle and jumped out after the commander into the yard. Of course, I did not know that "buses" no longer go to the village.
From the moment I arrived for dressing after the injury, about five hours had passed at that moment. For most of this time, I directly directed the battle based on my knowledge of the terrain and people. I am sure that I am not unique in this regard, but I have not yet met more such fools in the National Guard.
It was snowing lightly. A drone lit up overhead and a tank started shooting at us. Positioned across the street behind the house, a detachment of the 1st platoon, which came as reinforcements with the company commander, was sitting there. The battalion was completely involved in this meat grinder. I leaned against the wall and began to just howl from the cold. I asked for foil from the company commander's first aid kit. He didn't find it. Ryzyk, the squad commander, began to look in his first-aid kit - it was also empty. At the same time, a tank was constantly shooting at us. Running around, he found a foil from one of the fighters, in which I happily wrapped myself.
The company commander began to tell how to go to the evacuation: "You will go to the river. You will go over her. There will be a cemetery, you go further. There you will see a bridge. You pass There, across the field, there will be an evacuee waiting at the landing.”
I don't even speak anymore, I nod and start to leave. Passing by the cemetery, I meet Horko, who was leading another squad. He asks "-How is it here? "- bloody hell. I left, I don't have the strength to talk anymore. Sorry." In the background there was a crescendo of battle sounds. The battle raged around the entire perimeter of the village. I thought about going across the river a couple of times, but the ice didn't seem reliable, and I could see water in some places. The temperature rose abnormally after the frost.
When I reached the bridge, I almost screamed. It was two rails on which one board was lying, and the handrail was broken and it was impossible to lean on it. Stepping slowly, gathering with each step, I will be late on this wonderful trail. Somewhere in the middle, the rifle pulled me to the river, and there was a desire to just let it go, but in my head flashed either fall with the weapon, or get out.
Catching my balance in the middle of this bridge, I went on. The field was flat as a pancake and covered with snow. There was no sign of where to go, so I just walked at random, hoping that it was a bunch of trees and the ****ing line of trees that the company told me about.

When I arrived at the evacuation point, of course no one was waiting for me there. I was already tired of wondering at that moment, so after climbing into the ditch, I wrapped myself tighter in the foil and sat down, staring into the void. After some time, the Nine armored personnel carrier arrived, stopping two hundred meters away, and the fighters immediately began to fall out. Realizing that it's not my evak mobile,
i staggered towards the armored personnel carrier, trying to somehow wave my hand, because I no longer had the strength to shout anything. These were additional soldiers of the 9th company, compared to the company commander, he asked how I was, I just shook my head and climbed into the armored personnel carrier. The armored personnel carrier roared and flew away. The gunner carefully took the rifle from me, proving that I would not be allowed in the hospital with a weapon.
I grimaced at every bump, but in the middle, a puppy's joy was growing. LIVE. I ****ED OUT ALIVE. The armored personnel carrier flew to Vasylkivka and I fell out near the medical post. The driver-mechanic ran up to me and with a joyful cry "Snake, I'm so glad you're alive." He slapped me on the shot shoulder blade. Moaning dully and not responding, I went to the medical center at his apology. My participation in the battle for Soledar ended there.
Explanation to the map:
Ш - the area where the Archeologist's fighters are concentrated
Д - the district where the neighboring forces retreated and entrenched themselves
E - some district was also held by our forces
Г - point G
П - point P
Ж - point J
+ - medical center
КОНТРАТАКА КРАКЕНА - Kraken unit counterattack
ЕВАКУАЦІЙНИЙ ШЛЯХ - Evacuation path

At one point, Leo reports from point J that an assault group has attacked them from the graveyard. Exactly the same route as we took at night. It was 15-30 meters to the house. I give the order from point P to move forward to the crew of Myrny with PKM and Murah, who has already pulled into the street. With table fire, they will turn all bad Russians into good ones in a couple of minutes. At some point, a shot comes from Leo, stop shooting, you're just shooting at us. Costs of flanking fire.
They contact me from the headquarters, by radio. They say repeat what points your people are standing on. I break down: "I ****ing call everything by points (not J and P, but those names of points that are encrypted at the headquarters). Why don't you just follow my explanations. I'm a ****ing platoon commander and I've been shot."
Then there remains the most insane task of dragging the wounded across the rail. On the one hand, next to the crossing point, I give the order to take the position of a duo with PKM Myrny and Sokol. From our side, I ask to take the position of a couple of Archaeologist people. In case of bad situations, for crossfire. Jackson appoints those who will carry the seriously wounded. The first to cross are those who can walk without help. Little by little, the medical center begins to fill up with my wounded soldiers and Poltava boys. By that time, I was almost speechless. The voice was broken into a hoarse voice. The bandage was pressing on the artery on the neck and on the broken bones, and painkillers no longer helped, but I didn't want to drink anymore in order not to lose concentration. I scraped my feet on the floor in pain.
Jackson came with the last wounded. I report to the company commander that everyone has been taken out - take them away. We
sat down with Jackson to talk. I say if the company commander demands to hold on again, take the people to the railway. It will no longer be possible to hold this position, we have neither ammunition nor water. Moreover, the counterattack failed. As it will later become known, the Raccoon car will be hit with an ATGM when it tries to drive away. Delivery of supplies by road will no longer be available. I remember trying to say something in support of Jurist, but he didn't understand where he was at all. It seems he was shot in the stomach. I thought he was going to die.

I asked the guys for an energy drink, opened the map on my phone. Well, you know with points. The military will understand. I took the radio and started moving my units. I contacted Muraha (point A) and gave him an order to take everything with him to the maximum. At that moment, the commander of the Poltava platoon standing at point G approached me and asked for help to take away 200 (killed). Okay. Take off, cooperate at point A and move to point C.
When taking out 200 on these guys hits with SPG. Tom died from a shrapnel in the head. Tom was another conscript, but he volunteered to help himself. It was he who had previously shot with an ATGM. He showed no fear at all in this meat grinder. This is for those who consider themselves not born for war...
Cook received shrapnel in the lung, and Johny in the back. Another Poltava guy also died here. Two more 200 and two 300...
Having settled on point C, and giving the boys a little rest. I start telling them how to move. A typical situation is the topographic cretinism of subordinates. Knowing the area well, I begin to describe the route, indicating where to go to the gardens and which houses to pass. When they are removed from the point, I demand that they walk through the gardens on the inner side and not go outside. I am hoarse, demanding to obey my orders exactly.
The group slowly goes down. Positions at point A are immediately occupied by the bastards and they start shooting at us. With a light firefight, everyone reaches and pulls into the street between points J and P.
Meanwhile, with the help of a rope, Jackson pulls Juryst and the shot man from Poltava out of the field and places the rest of the group of evacuees. In the middle of all this, Leo reports that he sees a group of bastards near the depot. He works on them, roasting three of them. For some reason, at that moment I thought that it was these guys who shot me...

I give the order to depart from point B. Also leading them through the gardens, I shout and curse into the radio, correcting and clarifying the buildings along the route. If you think of turning your forces from a square to a line in an organized way in the middle of a battle, it's easy - go to hell.

I gathered my combat team and loaded them with ammunition, we are going to kill the enemy group in the area of the railroad tracks. We sneak along the street between points J and P. A man comes out of one of the houses, we briefly exchange words. He says that no one entered his street. Not bad. I say hide in the basement, because the business smells like ****. He hides back.
I send a couple of people to watch the railroad and send a couple forward to check the farthest house standing on a hill under the cover of a machine gun. The yard of the house is clean. We pull into the yard and begin to cover the sectors. The house is located on a hill and it controls the entrance to the railway line, as well as the entrance to the village. We sit down and start waiting.
Meanwhile, the Kraken's counterattack begins (Kraken - a separate intelligence and subversive unit of the Main Directorate of Intelligence of the Ministry of Defense of Ukraine). An artillery duel is taking place all around. The machine gun begins to work at point B. At this moment I receive a report - Jurist 300 (wounded). Appointing East as senior on the point, taking Jackson and Foma with me and going to inspect point J to understand the situation and appoint a new senior. Between the two points there is a street and a small wasteland with dry grass. While we are moving, the mortars are pinpointing the point with the bastards to fire at them.
After the situation with Muraha (was wounded by friendly fire before that), I swear at the mortars:
" - But you won't hit where you need to. Here, everyone is standing too close together." They are offended.
"- Let's see. Make me take back my words"
They put a shell right in the house with the bastards.
" - Oh ****, I take my words back."
We start moving across the field. Bullets whistle when we run over. The territory is shot, but it doesn't matter. Jurist
got a lot of shrapnel on his legs and his second number too. Both were bandaged. The Professor (another conscript) was sitting next to them, he supports the boys with a calm voice, and at the base he was usually the most intimidating...
I am appointing an evacuee group of the healthiest guys from Poltava. I take PKM myself. The plan is as simple as three pennies. At first I run across the wasteland, I with a machine gun and two samurai who came with me. Then we shoot so intensively that none of the scumbags even stick their noses out. The evacuee team is running and we are "riding into the sunset". What could have gone wrong?
 
 

Anyway, after some time, the company commander appeared and announced "Snake get ready, you're going to evacuate." At that moment, I was naked from the waist, grabbed the rifle and jumped out after the commander into the yard. Of course, I did not know that "buses" no longer go to the village.
From the moment I arrived for dressing after the injury, about five hours had passed at that moment. For most of this time, I directly directed the battle based on my knowledge of the terrain and people. I am sure that I am not unique in this regard, but I have not yet met more such fools in the National Guard.
It was snowing lightly. A drone lit up overhead and a tank started shooting at us. Positioned across the street behind the house, a detachment of the 1st platoon, which came as reinforcements with the company commander, was sitting there. The battalion was completely involved in this meat grinder. I leaned against the wall and began to just howl from the cold. I asked for foil from the company commander's first aid kit. He didn't find it. Ryzyk, the squad commander, began to look in his first-aid kit - it was also empty. At the same time, a tank was constantly shooting at us. Running around, he found a foil from one of the fighters, in which I happily wrapped myself.
The company commander began to tell how to go to the evacuation: "You will go to the river. You will go over her. There will be a cemetery, you go further. There you will see a bridge. You pass There, across the field, there will be an evacuee waiting at the landing.”
I don't even speak anymore, I nod and start to leave. Passing by the cemetery, I meet Horko, who was leading another squad. He asks "-How is it here? "- bloody hell. I left, I don't have the strength to talk anymore. Sorry." In the background there was a crescendo of battle sounds. The battle raged around the entire perimeter of the village. I thought about going across the river a couple of times, but the ice didn't seem reliable, and I could see water in some places. The temperature rose abnormally after the frost.
When I reached the bridge, I almost screamed. It was two rails on which one board was lying, and the handrail was broken and it was impossible to lean on it. Stepping slowly, gathering with each step, I will be late on this wonderful trail. Somewhere in the middle, the rifle pulled me to the river, and there was a desire to just let it go, but in my head flashed either fall with the weapon, or get out.
Catching my balance in the middle of this bridge, I went on. The field was flat as a pancake and covered with snow. There was no sign of where to go, so I just walked at random, hoping that it was a bunch of trees and the ****ing line of trees that the company told me about.

When I arrived at the evacuation point, of course no one was waiting for me there. I was already tired of wondering at that moment, so after climbing into the ditch, I wrapped myself tighter in the foil and sat down, staring into the void. After some time, the Nine armored personnel carrier arrived, stopping two hundred meters away, and the fighters immediately began to fall out. Realizing that it's not my evak mobile,
i staggered towards the armored personnel carrier, trying to somehow wave my hand, because I no longer had the strength to shout anything. These were additional soldiers of the 9th company, compared to the company commander, he asked how I was, I just shook my head and climbed into the armored personnel carrier. The armored personnel carrier roared and flew away. The gunner carefully took the rifle from me, proving that I would not be allowed in the hospital with a weapon.
I grimaced at every bump, but in the middle, a puppy's joy was growing. LIVE. I ****ED OUT ALIVE. The armored personnel carrier flew to Vasylkivka and I fell out near the medical post. The driver-mechanic ran up to me and with a joyful cry "Snake, I'm so glad you're alive." He slapped me on the shot shoulder blade. Moaning dully and not responding, I went to the medical center at his apology. My participation in the battle for Soledar ended there.
Explanation to the map:
Ш - the area where the Archeologist's fighters are concentrated
Д - the district where the neighboring forces retreated and entrenched themselves
E - some district was also held by our forces
Г - point G
П - point P
Ж - point J
+ - medical center
КОНТРАТАКА КРАКЕНА - Kraken unit counterattack
ЕВАКУАЦІЙНИЙ ШЛЯХ - Evacuation path

At one point, Leo reports from point J that an assault group has attacked them from the graveyard. Exactly the same route as we took at night. It was 15-30 meters to the house. I give the order from point P to move forward to the crew of Myrny with PKM and Murah, who has already pulled into the street. With table fire, they will turn all bad Russians into good ones in a couple of minutes. At some point, a shot comes from Leo, stop shooting, you're just shooting at us. Costs of flanking fire.
They contact me from the headquarters, by radio. They say repeat what points your people are standing on. I break down: "I ****ing call everything by points (not J and P, but those names of points that are encrypted at the headquarters). Why don't you just follow my explanations. I'm a ****ing platoon commander and I've been shot."
Then there remains the most insane task of dragging the wounded across the rail. On the one hand, next to the crossing point, I give the order to take the position of a duo with PKM Myrny and Sokol. From our side, I ask to take the position of a couple of Archaeologist people. In case of bad situations, for crossfire. Jackson appoints those who will carry the seriously wounded. The first to cross are those who can walk without help. Little by little, the medical center begins to fill up with my wounded soldiers and Poltava boys. By that time, I was almost speechless. The voice was broken into a hoarse voice. The bandage was pressing on the artery on the neck and on the broken bones, and painkillers no longer helped, but I didn't want to drink anymore in order not to lose concentration. I scraped my feet on the floor in pain.
Jackson came with the last wounded. I report to the company commander that everyone has been taken out - take them away. We
sat down with Jackson to talk. I say if the company commander demands to hold on again, take the people to the railway. It will no longer be possible to hold this position, we have neither ammunition nor water. Moreover, the counterattack failed. As it will later become known, the Raccoon car will be hit with an ATGM when it tries to drive away. Delivery of supplies by road will no longer be available. I remember trying to say something in support of Jurist, but he didn't understand where he was at all. It seems he was shot in the stomach. I thought he was going to die.

I asked the guys for an energy drink, opened the map on my phone. Well, you know with points. The military will understand. I took the radio and started moving my units. I contacted Muraha (point A) and gave him an order to take everything with him to the maximum. At that moment, the commander of the Poltava platoon standing at point G approached me and asked for help to take away 200 (killed). Okay. Take off, cooperate at point A and move to point C.
When taking out 200 on these guys hits with SPG. Tom died from a shrapnel in the head. Tom was another conscript, but he volunteered to help himself. It was he who had previously shot with an ATGM. He showed no fear at all in this meat grinder. This is for those who consider themselves not born for war...
Cook received shrapnel in the lung, and Johny in the back. Another Poltava guy also died here. Two more 200 and two 300...
Having settled on point C, and giving the boys a little rest. I start telling them how to move. A typical situation is the topographic cretinism of subordinates. Knowing the area well, I begin to describe the route, indicating where to go to the gardens and which houses to pass. When they are removed from the point, I demand that they walk through the gardens on the inner side and not go outside. I am hoarse, demanding to obey my orders exactly.
The group slowly goes down. Positions at point A are immediately occupied by the bastards and they start shooting at us. With a light firefight, everyone reaches and pulls into the street between points J and P.
Meanwhile, with the help of a rope, Jackson pulls Juryst and the shot man from Poltava out of the field and places the rest of the group of evacuees. In the middle of all this, Leo reports that he sees a group of bastards near the depot. He works on them, roasting three of them. For some reason, at that moment I thought that it was these guys who shot me...

I give the order to depart from point B. Also leading them through the gardens, I shout and curse into the radio, correcting and clarifying the buildings along the route. If you think of turning your forces from a square to a line in an organized way in the middle of a battle, it's easy - go to hell.

Anyway, after some time, the company commander appeared and announced "Snake get ready, you're going to evacuate." At that moment, I was naked from the waist, grabbed the rifle and jumped out after the commander into the yard. Of course, I did not know that "buses" no longer go to the village.
From the moment I arrived for dressing after the injury, about five hours had passed at that moment. For most of this time, I directly directed the battle based on my knowledge of the terrain and people. I am sure that I am not unique in this regard, but I have not yet met more such fools in the National Guard.
It was snowing lightly. A drone lit up overhead and a tank started shooting at us. Positioned across the street behind the house, a detachment of the 1st platoon, which came as reinforcements with the company commander, was sitting there. The battalion was completely involved in this meat grinder. I leaned against the wall and began to just howl from the cold. I asked for foil from the company commander's first aid kit. He didn't find it. Ryzyk, the squad commander, began to look in his first-aid kit - it was also empty. At the same time, a tank was constantly shooting at us. Running around, he found a foil from one of the fighters, in which I happily wrapped myself.
The company commander began to tell how to go to the evacuation: "You will go to the river. You will go over her. There will be a cemetery, you go further. There you will see a bridge. You pass There, across the field, there will be an evacuee waiting at the landing.”
I don't even speak anymore, I nod and start to leave. Passing by the cemetery, I meet Horko, who was leading another squad. He asks "-How is it here? "- bloody hell. I left, I don't have the strength to talk anymore. Sorry." In the background there was a crescendo of battle sounds. The battle raged around the entire perimeter of the village. I thought about going across the river a couple of times, but the ice didn't seem reliable, and I could see water in some places. The temperature rose abnormally after the frost.
When I reached the bridge, I almost screamed. It was two rails on which one board was lying, and the handrail was broken and it was impossible to lean on it. Stepping slowly, gathering with each step, I will be late on this wonderful trail. Somewhere in the middle, the rifle pulled me to the river, and there was a desire to just let it go, but in my head flashed either fall with the weapon, or get out.
Catching my balance in the middle of this bridge, I went on. The field was flat as a pancake and covered with snow. There was no sign of where to go, so I just walked at random, hoping that it was a bunch of trees and the ****ing line of trees that the company told me about.

When I arrived at the evacuation point, of course no one was waiting for me there. I was already tired of wondering at that moment, so after climbing into the ditch, I wrapped myself tighter in the foil and sat down, staring into the void. After some time, the Nine armored personnel carrier arrived, stopping two hundred meters away, and the fighters immediately began to fall out. Realizing that it's not my evak mobile,
i staggered towards the armored personnel carrier, trying to somehow wave my hand, because I no longer had the strength to shout anything. These were additional soldiers of the 9th company, compared to the company commander, he asked how I was, I just shook my head and climbed into the armored personnel carrier. The armored personnel carrier roared and flew away. The gunner carefully took the rifle from me, proving that I would not be allowed in the hospital with a weapon.
I grimaced at every bump, but in the middle, a puppy's joy was growing. LIVE. I ****ED OUT ALIVE. The armored personnel carrier flew to Vasylkivka and I fell out near the medical post. The driver-mechanic ran up to me and with a joyful cry "Snake, I'm so glad you're alive." He slapped me on the shot shoulder blade. Moaning dully and not responding, I went to the medical center at his apology. My participation in the battle for Soledar ended there.
Explanation to the map:
Ш - the area where the Archeologist's fighters are concentrated
Д - the district where the neighboring forces retreated and entrenched themselves
E - some district was also held by our forces
Г - point G
П - point P
Ж - point J
+ - medical center
КОНТРАТАКА КРАКЕНА - Kraken unit counterattack
ЕВАКУАЦІЙНИЙ ШЛЯХ - Evacuation path

I asked the guys for an energy drink, opened the map on my phone. Well, you know with points. The military will understand. I took the radio and started moving my units. I contacted Muraha (point A) and gave him an order to take everything with him to the maximum. At that moment, the commander of the Poltava platoon standing at point G approached me and asked for help to take away 200 (killed). Okay. Take off, cooperate at point A and move to point C.
When taking out 200 on these guys hits with SPG. Tom died from a shrapnel in the head. Tom was another conscript, but he volunteered to help himself. It was he who had previously shot with an ATGM. He showed no fear at all in this meat grinder. This is for those who consider themselves not born for war...
Cook received shrapnel in the lung, and Johny in the back. Another Poltava guy also died here. Two more 200 and two 300...
Having settled on point C, and giving the boys a little rest. I start telling them how to move. A typical situation is the topographic cretinism of subordinates. Knowing the area well, I begin to describe the route, indicating where to go to the gardens and which houses to pass. When they are removed from the point, I demand that they walk through the gardens on the inner side and not go outside. I am hoarse, demanding to obey my orders exactly.
The group slowly goes down. Positions at point A are immediately occupied by the bastards and they start shooting at us. With a light firefight, everyone reaches and pulls into the street between points J and P.
Meanwhile, with the help of a rope, Jackson pulls Juryst and the shot man from Poltava out of the field and places the rest of the group of evacuees. In the middle of all this, Leo reports that he sees a group of bastards near the depot. He works on them, roasting three of them. For some reason, at that moment I thought that it was these guys who shot me...

I give the order to depart from point B. Also leading them through the gardens, I shout and curse into the radio, correcting and clarifying the buildings along the route. If you think of turning your forces from a square to a line in an organized way in the middle of a battle, it's easy - go to hell.

Disappearing among the buildings, sitting down so that his back was covered by the building and placing his rifle in front of him, he began to wait. After some time, the guys came after me and took me to a nearby street where they set up a medical center. The doc (not the guy who gathered from the point without warning) kindly gave me a new tamponade, began to take painkillers, and put a bandage on top. At that moment, it became clear over the radio that the counterattack had failed. After being kicked, the boys from Kraken retreated.
At this time, position A began to be destroyed by direct fire. Two 300. After some time, one 200. a boy from Poltava was hit in the neck by a fragment. The boys asked to retreat.
The company commander yelled for them to mount lower. So that you understand, from point A down to point J there was just a slope, and the houses were already destroyed - without trenches, it was already real madness.
In the meantime, an armored personnel carrier "Nine" flew into Sil, it will be the last armored personnel carrier that will be able to ride here. Jackson tried to explain to the company commander that there was nothing there. Do not neglect personal reconnaissance. Maviks and maps do not help, if you have not walked in this area.
Realizing that a little more and it will most likely turn into an unorganized retreat. I took a deep breath, grimacing in pain. I took the walkie-talkie and told the company commander:
"There is no position there. It will not be possible to gain a foothold and hold on to that point. I take all the responsibility on myself, we align on J-P Street.” Came out on the walkie-talkie on Nine "Evacuation minus. I'm staying.”
 
Video - "It's my turn to be holed. This is Doc, he's stitching me up.."

We run across the field to the first house. We sit down and start knocking in the direction of the bastards. The Evac group starts moving across the field.
This is where the battle for the Darwin Award begins. The guys with the wounded man went to the center of the wasteland and stopped standing at full height. The field itself is fifty meters long. I shout to them to get out of there quickly, they do not hear. At that moment, a fragment flies into Foma's hand and slightly scratches Jackson. At the same time, I rush to the evacuation group.
I run up, grab the Jurist and start dragging them along the way, I wonder what the hell you stopped here. They cry because they are tired. **** fifty meters.
We take a couple of steps and the most tearful person is hit by a machine gun. We fell. I am trying to drag Jurist further. He is a heavy boar.
A bullet flies into his leg. He is almost unresponsive. The next one hits me in the chest. I laugh in my mind. The armor withstood the impact. After a couple of seconds, I get hit in the back. Takes the breath away. I feel how the back is filled with blood. I try to reach with my hand. It doesn't work. The first thought pierced the lungs and it looks like I will die here in the ****ing grass. It gets dark in the eyes. I broadcast into the radio melodramatically - "I'm 300. That's all." And I lose consciousness.
After a while, I hear Jackson calling me. When I give it, I say that I have come to my senses, he shouts "- Can you crawl?" I start crawling all over the grass like a ****ing cobra. I draw my rifle all the time. It seemed an absolute farce to drop a rifle on the battlefield. In the background, Jackson is shooting with a PKM. Everything is exploding and gunshots ring out. Valhalla brand concert.
Crawling out, I say cut off the clothes. I see a small hole in my shoulder. It begins to flow from the back. There is a finger-sized hole in the scapula. The sensations were surprisingly pleasant. It reminded me of opening a tap with hot water. With one difference - my life was leaking out of me.
The bullet partially damaged the shoulder joint. She broke the acromial bone, partially dislocated her collarbone, drilled fifteen centimeters into the flesh and came out with a broken shoulder blade behind. High.

I give instructions to Jackson, don't go there (while he tampons me with a bandage). Find a rope and use it to pull the boys out. You are in charge now, and I was late for the evacuation. When I go outside, it starts to whistle. I pretend that the house is behind me and start to crawl through the houses in the direction where the railroad will be shorter. I took the rifle off the safety so that they would at least shoot in the direction of the scumbags and let them kill me so that I would not be taken prisoner.
The point where the Archaeologist's boys are supposed to meet me is just behind the building where a group of Russians was climbing in the morning. **** I start jumping over the railway sleepers. Every step causes such pain that it seems now I will lose consciousness. Towards the end, the bullets start whistling again, but I quickly hide behind the building.
"Varta" goes to the meeting. That's what I was thinking, the evacuation came quickly for me. I won't lie, my pants were full of joy. My surprise was all the greater when she drove past me.

I gathered my combat team and loaded them with ammunition, we are going to kill the enemy group in the area of the railroad tracks. We sneak along the street between points J and P. A man comes out of one of the houses, we briefly exchange words. He says that no one entered his street. Not bad. I say hide in the basement, because the business smells like ****. He hides back.
I send a couple of people to watch the railroad and send a couple forward to check the farthest house standing on a hill under the cover of a machine gun. The yard of the house is clean. We pull into the yard and begin to cover the sectors. The house is located on a hill and it controls the entrance to the railway line, as well as the entrance to the village. We sit down and start waiting.
Meanwhile, the Kraken's counterattack begins (Kraken - a separate intelligence and subversive unit of the Main Directorate of Intelligence of the Ministry of Defense of Ukraine). An artillery duel is taking place all around. The machine gun begins to work at point B. At this moment I receive a report - Jurist 300 (wounded). Appointing East as senior on the point, taking Jackson and Foma with me and going to inspect point J to understand the situation and appoint a new senior. Between the two points there is a street and a small wasteland with dry grass. While we are moving, the mortars are pinpointing the point with the bastards to fire at them.
After the situation with Muraha (was wounded by friendly fire before that), I swear at the mortars:
" - But you won't hit where you need to. Here, everyone is standing too close together." They are offended.
"- Let's see. Make me take back my words"
They put a shell right in the house with the bastards.
" - Oh ****, I take my words back."
We start moving across the field. Bullets whistle when we run over. The territory is shot, but it doesn't matter. Jurist
got a lot of shrapnel on his legs and his second number too. Both were bandaged. The Professor (another conscript) was sitting next to them, he supports the boys with a calm voice, and at the base he was usually the most intimidating...
I am appointing an evacuee group of the healthiest guys from Poltava. I take PKM myself. The plan is as simple as three pennies. At first I run across the wasteland, I with a machine gun and two samurai who came with me. Then we shoot so intensively that none of the scumbags even stick their noses out. The evacuee team is running and we are "riding into the sunset". What could have gone wrong?
 
 

Anyway, after some time, the company commander appeared and announced "Snake get ready, you're going to evacuate." At that moment, I was naked from the waist, grabbed the rifle and jumped out after the commander into the yard. Of course, I did not know that "buses" no longer go to the village.
From the moment I arrived for dressing after the injury, about five hours had passed at that moment. For most of this time, I directly directed the battle based on my knowledge of the terrain and people. I am sure that I am not unique in this regard, but I have not yet met more such fools in the National Guard.
It was snowing lightly. A drone lit up overhead and a tank started shooting at us. Positioned across the street behind the house, a detachment of the 1st platoon, which came as reinforcements with the company commander, was sitting there. The battalion was completely involved in this meat grinder. I leaned against the wall and began to just howl from the cold. I asked for foil from the company commander's first aid kit. He didn't find it. Ryzyk, the squad commander, began to look in his first-aid kit - it was also empty. At the same time, a tank was constantly shooting at us. Running around, he found a foil from one of the fighters, in which I happily wrapped myself.
The company commander began to tell how to go to the evacuation: "You will go to the river. You will go over her. There will be a cemetery, you go further. There you will see a bridge. You pass There, across the field, there will be an evacuee waiting at the landing.”
I don't even speak anymore, I nod and start to leave. Passing by the cemetery, I meet Horko, who was leading another squad. He asks "-How is it here? "- bloody hell. I left, I don't have the strength to talk anymore. Sorry." In the background there was a crescendo of battle sounds. The battle raged around the entire perimeter of the village. I thought about going across the river a couple of times, but the ice didn't seem reliable, and I could see water in some places. The temperature rose abnormally after the frost.
When I reached the bridge, I almost screamed. It was two rails on which one board was lying, and the handrail was broken and it was impossible to lean on it. Stepping slowly, gathering with each step, I will be late on this wonderful trail. Somewhere in the middle, the rifle pulled me to the river, and there was a desire to just let it go, but in my head flashed either fall with the weapon, or get out.
Catching my balance in the middle of this bridge, I went on. The field was flat as a pancake and covered with snow. There was no sign of where to go, so I just walked at random, hoping that it was a bunch of trees and the ****ing line of trees that the company told me about.

When I arrived at the evacuation point, of course no one was waiting for me there. I was already tired of wondering at that moment, so after climbing into the ditch, I wrapped myself tighter in the foil and sat down, staring into the void. After some time, the Nine armored personnel carrier arrived, stopping two hundred meters away, and the fighters immediately began to fall out. Realizing that it's not my evak mobile,
i staggered towards the armored personnel carrier, trying to somehow wave my hand, because I no longer had the strength to shout anything. These were additional soldiers of the 9th company, compared to the company commander, he asked how I was, I just shook my head and climbed into the armored personnel carrier. The armored personnel carrier roared and flew away. The gunner carefully took the rifle from me, proving that I would not be allowed in the hospital with a weapon.
I grimaced at every bump, but in the middle, a puppy's joy was growing. LIVE. I ****ED OUT ALIVE. The armored personnel carrier flew to Vasylkivka and I fell out near the medical post. The driver-mechanic ran up to me and with a joyful cry "Snake, I'm so glad you're alive." He slapped me on the shot shoulder blade. Moaning dully and not responding, I went to the medical center at his apology. My participation in the battle for Soledar ended there.
Explanation to the map:
Ш - the area where the Archeologist's fighters are concentrated
Д - the district where the neighboring forces retreated and entrenched themselves
E - some district was also held by our forces
Г - point G
П - point P
Ж - point J
+ - medical center
КОНТРАТАКА КРАКЕНА - Kraken unit counterattack
ЕВАКУАЦІЙНИЙ ШЛЯХ - Evacuation path

At one point, Leo reports from point J that an assault group has attacked them from the graveyard. Exactly the same route as we took at night. It was 15-30 meters to the house. I give the order from point P to move forward to the crew of Myrny with PKM and Murah, who has already pulled into the street. With table fire, they will turn all bad Russians into good ones in a couple of minutes. At some point, a shot comes from Leo, stop shooting, you're just shooting at us. Costs of flanking fire.
They contact me from the headquarters, by radio. They say repeat what points your people are standing on. I break down: "I ****ing call everything by points (not J and P, but those names of points that are encrypted at the headquarters). Why don't you just follow my explanations. I'm a ****ing platoon commander and I've been shot."
Then there remains the most insane task of dragging the wounded across the rail. On the one hand, next to the crossing point, I give the order to take the position of a duo with PKM Myrny and Sokol. From our side, I ask to take the position of a couple of Archaeologist people. In case of bad situations, for crossfire. Jackson appoints those who will carry the seriously wounded. The first to cross are those who can walk without help. Little by little, the medical center begins to fill up with my wounded soldiers and Poltava boys. By that time, I was almost speechless. The voice was broken into a hoarse voice. The bandage was pressing on the artery on the neck and on the broken bones, and painkillers no longer helped, but I didn't want to drink anymore in order not to lose concentration. I scraped my feet on the floor in pain.
Jackson came with the last wounded. I report to the company commander that everyone has been taken out - take them away. We
sat down with Jackson to talk. I say if the company commander demands to hold on again, take the people to the railway. It will no longer be possible to hold this position, we have neither ammunition nor water. Moreover, the counterattack failed. As it will later become known, the Raccoon car will be hit with an ATGM when it tries to drive away. Delivery of supplies by road will no longer be available. I remember trying to say something in support of Jurist, but he didn't understand where he was at all. It seems he was shot in the stomach. I thought he was going to die.

I asked the guys for an energy drink, opened the map on my phone. Well, you know with points. The military will understand. I took the radio and started moving my units. I contacted Muraha (point A) and gave him an order to take everything with him to the maximum. At that moment, the commander of the Poltava platoon standing at point G approached me and asked for help to take away 200 (killed). Okay. Take off, cooperate at point A and move to point C.
When taking out 200 on these guys hits with SPG. Tom died from a shrapnel in the head. Tom was another conscript, but he volunteered to help himself. It was he who had previously shot with an ATGM. He showed no fear at all in this meat grinder. This is for those who consider themselves not born for war...
Cook received shrapnel in the lung, and Johny in the back. Another Poltava guy also died here. Two more 200 and two 300...
Having settled on point C, and giving the boys a little rest. I start telling them how to move. A typical situation is the topographic cretinism of subordinates. Knowing the area well, I begin to describe the route, indicating where to go to the gardens and which houses to pass. When they are removed from the point, I demand that they walk through the gardens on the inner side and not go outside. I am hoarse, demanding to obey my orders exactly.
The group slowly goes down. Positions at point A are immediately occupied by the bastards and they start shooting at us. With a light firefight, everyone reaches and pulls into the street between points J and P.
Meanwhile, with the help of a rope, Jackson pulls Juryst and the shot man from Poltava out of the field and places the rest of the group of evacuees. In the middle of all this, Leo reports that he sees a group of bastards near the depot. He works on them, roasting three of them. For some reason, at that moment I thought that it was these guys who shot me...

I give the order to depart from point B. Also leading them through the gardens, I shout and curse into the radio, correcting and clarifying the buildings along the route. If you think of turning your forces from a square to a line in an organized way in the middle of a battle, it's easy - go to hell.

We run across the field to the first house. We sit down and start knocking in the direction of the bastards. The Evac group starts moving across the field.
This is where the battle for the Darwin Award begins. The guys with the wounded man went to the center of the wasteland and stopped standing at full height. The field itself is fifty meters long. I shout to them to get out of there quickly, they do not hear. At that moment, a fragment flies into Foma's hand and slightly scratches Jackson. At the same time, I rush to the evacuation group.
I run up, grab the Jurist and start dragging them along the way, I wonder what the hell you stopped here. They cry because they are tired. **** fifty meters.
We take a couple of steps and the most tearful person is hit by a machine gun. We fell. I am trying to drag Jurist further. He is a heavy boar.
A bullet flies into his leg. He is almost unresponsive. The next one hits me in the chest. I laugh in my mind. The armor withstood the impact. After a couple of seconds, I get hit in the back. Takes the breath away. I feel how the back is filled with blood. I try to reach with my hand. It doesn't work. The first thought pierced the lungs and it looks like I will die here in the ****ing grass. It gets dark in the eyes. I broadcast into the radio melodramatically - "I'm 300. That's all." And I lose consciousness.
After a while, I hear Jackson calling me. When I give it, I say that I have come to my senses, he shouts "- Can you crawl?" I start crawling all over the grass like a ****ing cobra. I draw my rifle all the time. It seemed an absolute farce to drop a rifle on the battlefield. In the background, Jackson is shooting with a PKM. Everything is exploding and gunshots ring out. Valhalla brand concert.
Crawling out, I say cut off the clothes. I see a small hole in my shoulder. It begins to flow from the back. There is a finger-sized hole in the scapula. The sensations were surprisingly pleasant. It reminded me of opening a tap with hot water. With one difference - my life was leaking out of me.
The bullet partially damaged the shoulder joint. She broke the acromial bone, partially dislocated her collarbone, drilled fifteen centimeters into the flesh and came out with a broken shoulder blade behind. High.

I give instructions to Jackson, don't go there (while he tampons me with a bandage). Find a rope and use it to pull the boys out. You are in charge now, and I was late for the evacuation. When I go outside, it starts to whistle. I pretend that the house is behind me and start to crawl through the houses in the direction where the railroad will be shorter. I took the rifle off the safety so that they would at least shoot in the direction of the scumbags and let them kill me so that I would not be taken prisoner.
The point where the Archaeologist's boys are supposed to meet me is just behind the building where a group of Russians was climbing in the morning. **** I start jumping over the railway sleepers. Every step causes such pain that it seems now I will lose consciousness. Towards the end, the bullets start whistling again, but I quickly hide behind the building.
"Varta" goes to the meeting. That's what I was thinking, the evacuation came quickly for me. I won't lie, my pants were full of joy. My surprise was all the greater when she drove past me.

I gathered my combat team and loaded them with ammunition, we are going to kill the enemy group in the area of the railroad tracks. We sneak along the street between points J and P. A man comes out of one of the houses, we briefly exchange words. He says that no one entered his street. Not bad. I say hide in the basement, because the business smells like ****. He hides back.
I send a couple of people to watch the railroad and send a couple forward to check the farthest house standing on a hill under the cover of a machine gun. The yard of the house is clean. We pull into the yard and begin to cover the sectors. The house is located on a hill and it controls the entrance to the railway line, as well as the entrance to the village. We sit down and start waiting.
Meanwhile, the Kraken's counterattack begins (Kraken - a separate intelligence and subversive unit of the Main Directorate of Intelligence of the Ministry of Defense of Ukraine). An artillery duel is taking place all around. The machine gun begins to work at point B. At this moment I receive a report - Jurist 300 (wounded). Appointing East as senior on the point, taking Jackson and Foma with me and going to inspect point J to understand the situation and appoint a new senior. Between the two points there is a street and a small wasteland with dry grass. While we are moving, the mortars are pinpointing the point with the bastards to fire at them.
After the situation with Muraha (was wounded by friendly fire before that), I swear at the mortars:
" - But you won't hit where you need to. Here, everyone is standing too close together." They are offended.
"- Let's see. Make me take back my words"
They put a shell right in the house with the bastards.
" - Oh ****, I take my words back."
We start moving across the field. Bullets whistle when we run over. The territory is shot, but it doesn't matter. Jurist
got a lot of shrapnel on his legs and his second number too. Both were bandaged. The Professor (another conscript) was sitting next to them, he supports the boys with a calm voice, and at the base he was usually the most intimidating...
I am appointing an evacuee group of the healthiest guys from Poltava. I take PKM myself. The plan is as simple as three pennies. At first I run across the wasteland, I with a machine gun and two samurai who came with me. Then we shoot so intensively that none of the scumbags even stick their noses out. The evacuee team is running and we are "riding into the sunset". What could have gone wrong?
 
 

Disappearing among the buildings, sitting down so that his back was covered by the building and placing his rifle in front of him, he began to wait. After some time, the guys came after me and took me to a nearby street where they set up a medical center. The doc (not the guy who gathered from the point without warning) kindly gave me a new tamponade, began to take painkillers, and put a bandage on top. At that moment, it became clear over the radio that the counterattack had failed. After being kicked, the boys from Kraken retreated.
At this time, position A began to be destroyed by direct fire. Two 300. After some time, one 200. a boy from Poltava was hit in the neck by a fragment. The boys asked to retreat.
The company commander yelled for them to mount lower. So that you understand, from point A down to point J there was just a slope, and the houses were already destroyed - without trenches, it was already real madness.
In the meantime, an armored personnel carrier "Nine" flew into Sil, it will be the last armored personnel carrier that will be able to ride here. Jackson tried to explain to the company commander that there was nothing there. Do not neglect personal reconnaissance. Maviks and maps do not help, if you have not walked in this area.
Realizing that a little more and it will most likely turn into an unorganized retreat. I took a deep breath, grimacing in pain. I took the walkie-talkie and told the company commander:
"There is no position there. It will not be possible to gain a foothold and hold on to that point. I take all the responsibility on myself, we align on J-P Street.” Came out on the walkie-talkie on Nine "Evacuation minus. I'm staying.”
 
Video - "It's my turn to be holed. This is Doc, he's stitching me up.."

Disappearing among the buildings, sitting down so that his back was covered by the building and placing his rifle in front of him, he began to wait. After some time, the guys came after me and took me to a nearby street where they set up a medical center. The doc (not the guy who gathered from the point without warning) kindly gave me a new tamponade, began to take painkillers, and put a bandage on top. At that moment, it became clear over the radio that the counterattack had failed. After being kicked, the boys from Kraken retreated.
At this time, position A began to be destroyed by direct fire. Two 300. After some time, one 200. a boy from Poltava was hit in the neck by a fragment. The boys asked to retreat.
The company commander yelled for them to mount lower. So that you understand, from point A down to point J there was just a slope, and the houses were already destroyed - without trenches, it was already real madness.
In the meantime, an armored personnel carrier "Nine" flew into Sil, it will be the last armored personnel carrier that will be able to ride here. Jackson tried to explain to the company commander that there was nothing there. Do not neglect personal reconnaissance. Maviks and maps do not help, if you have not walked in this area.
Realizing that a little more and it will most likely turn into an unorganized retreat. I took a deep breath, grimacing in pain. I took the walkie-talkie and told the company commander:
"There is no position there. It will not be possible to gain a foothold and hold on to that point. I take all the responsibility on myself, we align on J-P Street.” Came out on the walkie-talkie on Nine "Evacuation minus. I'm staying.”
 
Video - "It's my turn to be holed. This is Doc, he's stitching me up.."

We run across the field to the first house. We sit down and start knocking in the direction of the bastards. The Evac group starts moving across the field.
This is where the battle for the Darwin Award begins. The guys with the wounded man went to the center of the wasteland and stopped standing at full height. The field itself is fifty meters long. I shout to them to get out of there quickly, they do not hear. At that moment, a fragment flies into Foma's hand and slightly scratches Jackson. At the same time, I rush to the evacuation group.
I run up, grab the Jurist and start dragging them along the way, I wonder what the hell you stopped here. They cry because they are tired. **** fifty meters.
We take a couple of steps and the most tearful person is hit by a machine gun. We fell. I am trying to drag Jurist further. He is a heavy boar.
A bullet flies into his leg. He is almost unresponsive. The next one hits me in the chest. I laugh in my mind. The armor withstood the impact. After a couple of seconds, I get hit in the back. Takes the breath away. I feel how the back is filled with blood. I try to reach with my hand. It doesn't work. The first thought pierced the lungs and it looks like I will die here in the ****ing grass. It gets dark in the eyes. I broadcast into the radio melodramatically - "I'm 300. That's all." And I lose consciousness.
After a while, I hear Jackson calling me. When I give it, I say that I have come to my senses, he shouts "- Can you crawl?" I start crawling all over the grass like a ****ing cobra. I draw my rifle all the time. It seemed an absolute farce to drop a rifle on the battlefield. In the background, Jackson is shooting with a PKM. Everything is exploding and gunshots ring out. Valhalla brand concert.
Crawling out, I say cut off the clothes. I see a small hole in my shoulder. It begins to flow from the back. There is a finger-sized hole in the scapula. The sensations were surprisingly pleasant. It reminded me of opening a tap with hot water. With one difference - my life was leaking out of me.
The bullet partially damaged the shoulder joint. She broke the acromial bone, partially dislocated her collarbone, drilled fifteen centimeters into the flesh and came out with a broken shoulder blade behind. High.

I give instructions to Jackson, don't go there (while he tampons me with a bandage). Find a rope and use it to pull the boys out. You are in charge now, and I was late for the evacuation. When I go outside, it starts to whistle. I pretend that the house is behind me and start to crawl through the houses in the direction where the railroad will be shorter. I took the rifle off the safety so that they would at least shoot in the direction of the scumbags and let them kill me so that I would not be taken prisoner.
The point where the Archaeologist's boys are supposed to meet me is just behind the building where a group of Russians was climbing in the morning. **** I start jumping over the railway sleepers. Every step causes such pain that it seems now I will lose consciousness. Towards the end, the bullets start whistling again, but I quickly hide behind the building.
"Varta" goes to the meeting. That's what I was thinking, the evacuation came quickly for me. I won't lie, my pants were full of joy. My surprise was all the greater when she drove past me.

I gathered my combat team and loaded them with ammunition, we are going to kill the enemy group in the area of the railroad tracks. We sneak along the street between points J and P. A man comes out of one of the houses, we briefly exchange words. He says that no one entered his street. Not bad. I say hide in the basement, because the business smells like ****. He hides back.
I send a couple of people to watch the railroad and send a couple forward to check the farthest house standing on a hill under the cover of a machine gun. The yard of the house is clean. We pull into the yard and begin to cover the sectors. The house is located on a hill and it controls the entrance to the railway line, as well as the entrance to the village. We sit down and start waiting.
Meanwhile, the Kraken's counterattack begins (Kraken - a separate intelligence and subversive unit of the Main Directorate of Intelligence of the Ministry of Defense of Ukraine). An artillery duel is taking place all around. The machine gun begins to work at point B. At this moment I receive a report - Jurist 300 (wounded). Appointing East as senior on the point, taking Jackson and Foma with me and going to inspect point J to understand the situation and appoint a new senior. Between the two points there is a street and a small wasteland with dry grass. While we are moving, the mortars are pinpointing the point with the bastards to fire at them.
After the situation with Muraha (was wounded by friendly fire before that), I swear at the mortars:
" - But you won't hit where you need to. Here, everyone is standing too close together." They are offended.
"- Let's see. Make me take back my words"
They put a shell right in the house with the bastards.
" - Oh ****, I take my words back."
We start moving across the field. Bullets whistle when we run over. The territory is shot, but it doesn't matter. Jurist
got a lot of shrapnel on his legs and his second number too. Both were bandaged. The Professor (another conscript) was sitting next to them, he supports the boys with a calm voice, and at the base he was usually the most intimidating...
I am appointing an evacuee group of the healthiest guys from Poltava. I take PKM myself. The plan is as simple as three pennies. At first I run across the wasteland, I with a machine gun and two samurai who came with me. Then we shoot so intensively that none of the scumbags even stick their noses out. The evacuee team is running and we are "riding into the sunset". What could have gone wrong?