A - Choose Position, Mouse - Attack, G - Grenade, T - Grenade Launcher.
The streets stretch ahead, cracked and lifeless under ashen skies—every shattered storefront and abandoned vehicle a testament to the chaos devouring the city. Your boots crunch over debris as you move, the weight of a rifle anchored in your grip, its metal cold and unyielding against your palms. Gunfire rips through the silence in sudden, staccato bursts; muzzle flashes ignite shadows, each shot echoing off crumbling concrete. Artillery thunders in the distance, shaking the ground beneath you, while plumes of fire erupt from collapsing buildings, heat searing your face even blocks away. Smoke stings your eyes, thick with the tang of burning steel and explosives. This is war in its rawest form—unforgiving, immense, a maelstrom of destruction where every corner turned could be your last, and every trigger pulled carves another scar into the world.
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