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'Sergei Dmitrievich, I know we have to also destroy the butchery? I was hoping for a nice dinner under the stars!'

'Mikhail Nikitich, in the story we are to make the communists burn all the buildings down as a thing of the bourgeiousie.'

'Can we at least take calves?'

'No. Konstantin Feodorovich said the refugees from the town must starve, their foodstuffs burned along with their homes.'

'Oh very well. It is a difficult duty we face Sergei.'

'I understand. But such is necessary. Battlegroup Vaghner will be doing similar acts on the communist front.'

'I am aware. Let's get this over, we have to leave before the artillery crossfire begins, the sides will charge at each other. It will be quite humourous when they fall upon the bear-traps we left behind!'

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With that the two soldiers marched off. They were dressed in communist garb, the red star and every other marker about their person. They wore balaclavas or bandanas with goggles, and dyed what little of their skin was exposed to view to be coloured more akin to typical Mingans and Quin. Their task was a complex one, but they were Khiberian riflemen and prepared for any sort of task. Their collective job here was to set up a false flag attack upon the republicans and communists for either to think that they were betrayed. They had gotten south on the Brass Engines and now they were doing their work. At similar times various villages, military outposts, and ordinary people passing on roads would be assaulted, dozens of silent shots preceding louder volleys, and ideological screams be they communist towards the republicans, or capitalist towards the reds. To finalize the action, a series of rockets - crude things that were little more than fireworks that would probably inflict little to no casualties but effective for their purpose - would be deployed on the closest approximation the Khaganate knew for both parties control of ideology. The missiles would fly to either side, the direction obvious. Combined with reports of various raids and attacks from the soon to be enemies, they had little uncertainty that hostilities would begin. In the new ideological struggle they were fully aware that thousands, maybe millions would die.... 


....But why should they care? 


So they burned the last village in their allotted time frame, and ran north. Just as they stealthily returned back to their side's lines they would hear the first rockets flying side to side, igniting the sparks of a new war....


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In the North, the Khagan himself was going to lead, unlike the South-front where he delegated the task to Lord-Militant and Lord-Intellectual. Long had his army been marching, but neither horse nor man tired fed a constant supply of what Lord-Scientific called "Perkozine." Yet another thing conjured up in the mad-labs of Kuorno, it was hastily tested on captured enemy foreigners, who after showing satisfactory results were slowly run across a sawmill's spinning blade over the span of hours.

With him, the Bronzen horde marched to the enemy.

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