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Italian doors open
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A man curses, silently surveying the trenches he has been installed. This has been all he has known for more than 5 years, yet for some reason he didn't felt like it was wasted time. The man smilled, looking towards his nearby partner, a built woman polishing some guns. This was the last he saw.
In an instant, the trench was blown up, and silent followed... then another one... and another one... one by one, the doors of Italy were opening.

[i]"Marshal! Marshal!"[/i] a soldier entered screaming to the tent

[i]"Pull yourself together, soldier!"[/i] Petro Colombo scoffed [i]"explained yourself!"[/i]

[i]"The trenches in the north! they are blowing up! our lines are being opened as we speak!"[/i] the soldier exclaimed

[i]"Those cursed germans!"[/i] Petro Colombo cursed [i]"If only those weak potilicians would allow us to plow them! Send the alpha tanks to Lugano! those damn swiss will feel sorry for ever siding with the germans in greater germania!"[/i] Petro Colombo said wrathful

[i]"Yes sir! Tank brigade, prepare to depart as shortly as possible!"[/i] A captain ordered troops around

[i]"Sir, you do know this goes against..."[/i] a general started

[i]"TO HELL WITH THE COUNCIL! WE WILL BURN LUGANO TO A CRISP! we will avenge Milan..."[/i] Petro Colombo screamed and then said sadly

[i]"... yes, sir"[/i] the general stoop up [i]"Ready a tank captain. I will go to the front line"[/i]

[i]"Aye sir"[/i] the captain said going out

Petro stood at the edge of his tent, his face towards the barely visible mountains, his back towards all the nearby cities.

[i]"Never another Milan..."[/i] Petro though for himself.