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Thor was sweaty in his chemical suit, the gas mask sticking sticky rubber to his sweaty face. In the heat in the sandy dust, he fled with a hundred North Carthian soldiers to the cars parked about a kilometer away. Inexperience played a good joke on him. Experienced soldiers, it turned out, unscrewed filters and glass eyeglasses from gas masks so as not to overstrain in training. Now it was difficult to vouch for their future. Why are there filters, many in chemical bags instead of rubber suits turned out to be all sorts of crap - canned food, shaving gels, warm socks ... Now this frightened herd was running towards a convoy of cars in order to evacuate from the affected area.

Thor had been riding with the North Carthian army along the foothills of the Dersky Range for two months now. Tomorrow he was supposed to get to the Atau pass, where a film crew was already waiting for him to film the offensive in the mountains. Thor was supposed to get to Atau together with artillerymen - a gro
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