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	Red Revolution 2: Lenin's Revenge	253 dagen geleden
	A sneak peak to another Red Revolution title that's in the works, this time, it's Red Revolution 2: Lenin's Revenge. Red Revolution 2: Lenin’s Revenge. Moscow, Soviet Socialist Republic: 2310. Monday, September 19th. General Sokholov fired. His pistol was beginning to heat up with the amount of bullets he was firing. He was holding the line; he was giving Lenin a chance to run. It was just him and five troops inside the Kremlin corridor. Lenin had run outside of the Kremlin, but had been forced back into it by American soldiers. Now, Lenin was hopefully on an underground train to Siberia. He could have been dead, Sokholov had no idea, but he had to give Lenin space to run, else the resistance would crumble. The invasion had lasted about 30 minutes. Moscow was already beleaguered, and Korean troops had taken the dockyards in Vladivostok. An American column was moving up from Georgia, using the ‘shock and awe’ tactics that they had stolen from the German ‘Blitzkrieg’. American troops were at the other end of the corridor; Sokholov and his defenders were hiding in doorways, and firing down at them. The wallpaper had been wrecked by the bullets. A pity, as it had been a lovely print. The lights were smashed; the walls were peppered with holes. The lethal exchange of bullets went on, Sokholov hitting an American square between the eyes. One of his soldiers took a shot in the stomach, and fell to his knees. Sokholov tried to support him, but the soldier had slipped out of the protective arch of the doorway, exposing himself to the American bullets. Suddenly, gunfire erupted behind them. “We’re surrounded!” yelled a soldier, seconds before a bullet tore his face open. Sokholov groaned. He only had three soldiers left over, and the odds were stacked so high against him, they could have reached the moon. He still fired, he hoped Lenin would escape. If he didn’t, the SSR had no hope. Admiral Stalin had made a run for it after Lenin had left his office. God alone knew where he was. Sokholov pitied Nikolai and Katerina; they had each other, and it would be terrible if one were to die. Sokholov; he had no-one. He was alone. Yuri.... Yuri could make an escape either way. He excelled at covert operations, and was probably hopping the border out of Moscow as Sokholov fired. There was just Sokholov and one man left now. “Soldier!” Sokholov asked, “What’s your name?” “Deripaska, Comrade!” came the reply. “Comrade Deripaska, would you like to die a very noble death?” Sokholov asked. “I’d rather not die a death at all, Comrade!” joked Deripaska, “but I suppose the odds are way against us...” “I was just thinking that. Heh... Funny how things can pan out. Tell me, is your life flashing before your eyes as well?” “Yes. That’s not a good sign, isn’t it?” asked Deripaska as a grenade landed by their feet.
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