Simon started shooting.
"Our end has come." Alessandro looked at Vusic: "I'll save the last incendiary for myself."
After saying that, he opened his coat to show his commissar the incendiary on his chest. His commissar laughed heartily and opened his own coat, revealing a bag of grenades with four anti-chariot grenades neatly lined up: "I picked a big one for myself; see those Chaos war machines? I'm going to drag one down to be my coffin."
"Damn it, Comrade Vusic, where did you get so many big ones?" Alessandro was a bit envious.
"You wouldn't understand, Comrade Alessandro, it'll be my little secret." Vusic said proudly as he turned to leave: "I'm heading to the trenches with the chariots, watch me put on a fireworks show, kid."
"Go to hell, you old dog." Alessandro cursed, tears in his eyes.
We're all going to die, facing despair, facing endless enemies, with friendly forces on both sides either trapped or already overrun.
We are a lone army, Alessandro.
