"Hold fire," Marek whispered into his headset. Across the digital expanse, three of his friends—scattered across different time zones but united in this frozen hellscape—waited for his signal.
"Fix bayonets," Marek commanded, his voice steady despite the chaos. "We hold this point until the last man." Call to Arms Gates of Hell Ostfront online
"T-34 approaching the crossroads," chirped Sokolov, the squad’s scout. "I’ve got a clear line for a satchel charge if you can distract them." "Hold fire," Marek whispered into his headset
He watched as Sokolov’s infantryman darted from the shadows. In the top-down tactical view, it looked like a dance. Sokolov lunged, planted the explosive on the rear deck of the T-34, and rolled into a ditch. " Marek commanded