Platoon Part 1
It was a rainy day, Privet Dmitri Petrov was tired and hungry, he, the sergeant and the rest of the squad had advanced into Berlin swift and brutally, the truth really was that the red army didn't stand a chance against the Nazi army. They had reached the farm where the Germans had taken all. Innocent Russian civilians dead, rather shot, hung, burned alive, gassed or sent to a concentration camp. "Sir how much longer do we need to keep walking, my feet feel like they're bleeding." Said Corporal Petrenko. All of a sudden they heard gun shots of an MP44. "They've spotted us, GO LOUD!" Said Sergeant Cherenkov. The soldiers open fired on the Nazi's. The Russians were outnumbered ten to one hundred; they would never stand a chance. Many Russian soldiers were killed, now there was two left.
"Dmitri, run for dear life!" Said Sergeant Cherenkov. "No I will stay and fight!" Said Privet Petrov. Then, Dmitri blacked out. Dmitri woke up only to wake up in a cottage, he saw the bodies of dead Russians with the rifles beside them covered in blood. He reached for the rifle but heard a germen voice shouting and forwarding him, the Nazi soldier punched him in the face and kicked him in his gut, and he commanded his soldiers in German and to aim at Dmitri with their rifles. But just in the nick of time Dmitri reached for the handgun and the shot the soldiers. And then a large explosion came through the double doors, and that's when Dmitri had a very bad feeling.