Ethel: "All combat personnel, construct defensive fortifications on the spot. Completely halt the coalition forces of those welding-torch guys, and let those bastards rot away inside their turtle shells."
Renoir: "All units, execute the predetermined plan and gradually seize all objective positions. Let them know who they are messing with."
The battle erupted in the early morning. With the destruction of Renoir's final trump card—the nuclear bomb—they had completely lost their last retreat. Now, only a fight to the death could buy them a glimmer of survival.
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