The city is covered in craters, toppled buildings, crumbled roads, and scattered vehicles. The whole mess is dotted with glass, debris, small fires, and bodies. Smoke and dust fill the air. Here, the defenders from the last of the Ivanov Clan entrench themselves, waiting and dreading a Petrovian attack.

Kevin and his dog Gretta, who he named after his dead mother, climbed the hill and sat in the bushes there, staring at the destruction below him. Suddenly he saw soldiers and a few vehicles running towards the craters and burned out buildings and suddenly the craters sprung to life with machine gun fire and soldiers fell on both sides. Kevin dropped and pulled out his rifle to watch the battle through the scope as Gretta lay near, ready to pounce on anything that stumbled upon Kevin in this vulnerable state.

Kevin was deciding whether to join the battle and on which side when suddenly Kevin heard Gretta growl and strike at something. He turned around to see one of the attackers standing there with his protective suit punctured by Gretta; knowing he was going to die, the Petrovian soldier fainted. "S**T! That looks like one of the soldiers down there, it looks like something stitched into his jacket as well. Petrovia? I don't recognize that word in Russian, it most be the name of their city-state or something." Kevin had just recently learned Russian, but he was already very good at speaking it. "Well, I guess a side has just been chosen for me." Kevin laid back down in the bushes and began firing at Petrovian soldiers that got too close to the machine gun nests and easily took out the drivers in the light weight vehicles.((This would just be a small advance party with mainly troops and maybe a few cars and such, but if this fails they would obviously send tanks and a few helicopters)) Soon the battle was over and the Petrovians retreated. Kevin walked down to the rest of the Ivanov clan and they cheered as they walked through his camp to their commander. "Thank you for helping us," he said "I am Peter, and without you we would have surely been slaughtered. We have ammo to spare for your rifle, and food that is clean, please join us in the bunker." "Thank you but no, I am a scout for the Confederate States of Alaska and am hear to gather information on the countries running rampant in old Siberia. If you could tell me all about the aspiring territories here as you know that would be great, I shall report to my superiors about it immediately, and I also suggest that you leave this area soon, because they'll be back with tanks and other armored vehicles." So Peter told him all about Petrovia and all the other clans here and Kevin reported it back through his satellite phone and before he left he gave Peter directions to where he could find the CSA.

Soon another wave of Petrovians came in: three full regiments of tanks. An RPG fired as the tanks approached, blowing off some armor bu doing little major damage. The tanks then began to fire naphalm shells, filling the area with smoke and fire. Trenches and foxholes were burning with formere defenders. Then, after a full two hours of constant bombardment, to finish the Ivanovians off, the tanks ran into the city, the tank machinegunners shooting down anything non-Petrovian they saw move.

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