Voloshna petrova

the Austrians launch gas open our trenches Voloshna shouts GASSSS GASSS! everyone runs to a crate filled with gas mask the gas canisters keep flying in everyone has they’re gas mask on except one woman don’t worry you can be a woman’s death battalion soldier or a normal infantry male you all have mosin nagants you are the tsars you climb over the trench and it’s a melee fight in the muddy and bloody wasteland the gas lingering and the bodies rotting