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... e last of them!". A soldier said. His deep voice cracked, since he had exhausted himself.
He was the soldier who was in charge of handling one of the many machine guns.
The captain he was referring to came out of the military battle tank, revealing a muscular, tall, sweaty guy. His neatly cut black hair was drained with his sweat.
His face was cold, and his gray eyes darkened as he stared at the damage that had been done to the city. Up to four skyscraper buildings that w ...
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