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HMOFA win great again! Soldier of Free Earth Movement (Polish Branch, Home Army) Author: @Powstaniec2030

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Inspired by the work of @0nji_, I created my own "history feels". In this case, it's based on the story I'm writing, @Powstaniec2030, which is based on the universe created by @JayK_AND.

[Powstaniec 2030/The Only Righteous One @Powstaniec2030]

[WARNING: THERE IS LOTS OF CURSING AND DESCRIPTIONS OF BRUTALITY.]
After receiving his title and promotion, Robert felt proud of himself. Now he waited for the signal to fight, waited impatiently. He had a few days off after the training, wandered around the bunker, talked with others. He felt that he’d found a few comrades here who shared his thoughts and needs. With great eagerness, Robert went for a smoke; the smoking room was unofficial. You weren’t allowed to smoke in the bunker for many reasons, but everyone always had the urge to light up, even for a moment, and outside wasn’t always safe. The place was practically empty, with no equipment, just ashtrays and chairs. Robert sat down, took out a pack of cigarettes and his Zippo. He lit one, inhaled deeply, and for a moment remembered the words of the sergeant lady, but he quickly pushed those thoughts away. She was still the enemy, no matter what she had done. Eventually, someone else entered the smoking room, a man whose face looked carved from stone, clearly unshaven for a long time. His gaze alone looked like it could kill. He sat down on a chair with a loud thud. He was huge, even bigger than Robert. The man pulled out his cigarettes but couldn’t find a lighter. He muttered under his breath: “Blyat.” Robert immediately lifted his head. That wasn’t the usual “blyat”. It was “blyat” with a heavy Russian accent. Robert nudged the man, and the man turned toward him. Robert handed him his lighter. The man instantly took it into his hands.
“Spasiba,”
he said in a thick Russian accent.
“You’re Russian?”
The man looked at him. He didn’t feel like admitting it and stayed silent.
Robert didn’t give up.
“I asked you a question. Are you Russian?”
The man finally sighed in irritation.
“Da. Ja Rusek. And what of it?”
He said it in a strong Russian accent, though speaking Polish fluently.
“What are you doing here? What’s your name?”
Robert looked at him, genuinely curious about his story.
The man looked back, this was the first person here who actually wanted to talk to him. Few people liked speaking to Russians, especially in Poland. Poles and Russians shared a heavy, painful history. But he didn’t see hostility in Robert. Finally, he gathered his courage.
“I’m ‘White’but you can call me Ivan.”
Robert raised an eyebrow.
He seemed to understand the meaning of that nickname.
“White? Like the soldiers after the fall of the Russian Empire? The Whites… who fought the Reds, the communists, during the October Revolution?”
“Da. I don’t like communists.”
“Why?”
Robert continued questioning him. He sensed something deeper.
“Because I hate them. Worse than Eckzahn. NKVD killed my grandfather. He didn’t want to give them his food, because it would have meant death for him and his family.”
“Alright… but what are you doing here? FEM has no forces in Russia?”
“Supposedly they do. But they’re communists. They wave FEM banners, but in truth, they cling to the hammer and sickle. Along with the USSR flag. They want the USSR back, its damn power. You know what they told me when I refused to join?”
Ivan’s voice grew so harsh that he sounded like he’d rather shoot communists than wolves.
“I can imagine.”
“That I’m not a patriot, blyat. That a true patriot follows socialism. That that is the real Russia.”
“Alright. But what are you doing here, then?”
Ivan sighed heavily again.
Robert could almost feel his pain.
“I lived in Chernikovo. Not far from Smolensk. Small village, nothing special. I farmed the land. After the invasion, I kept farming, living somewhat peacefully. Later I learned that beyond the Urals, Eckzahn had taken over a huge part of Russia. That hurt. Someone literally took a piece of my country. But I didn’t dwell on it, I kept working in the fields.”
Tears suddenly streamed down Ivan’s face.
“One day… I went to the field to look for food. Even two potatoes, anything so my Ludmilka would have something to eat. I found something… I don’t even remember what. I came home. And that’s what broke me. I didn’t hear my Ludmilka, she always greeted me when I came back. I entered our room. At first, I saw a puddle of blood. I already knew, but my mind kept trying to convince me I was mistaken. I walked further and saw her. Her clothes were torn apart… They raped her… and killed her. While I wasn’t home.”
His voice trembled.
“Moments later some Eckzahn soldier barged in. Told me to hand over the food or I’d end up like her. I gave him everything. As thanks, he slammed the rifle butt into my face. I fell next to her. Hours later I woke up. There was no one. Absolutely no one. I cried for a good hour, then buried her in the field. That’s when I swore revenge. That I’d kill every bastard wearing the Eckzahn uniform.For Ludmila. For my beloved Ludmilka. When I refused the communists, they told me I could go to any FEM force, the closest one was in Poland. So I packed and headed west.”
Robert was shocked. He didn’t know what to say. He simply took a drag from his cigarette and exhaled slowly.
“You walked all those kilometers just to get here?”
“Da. For Ludmilka.”
“Ludmilka? She was your wife?”
“Da.”
Robert lowered his head. He felt Ivan’s pain and hatred.
“I’m sorry, Ivan. Truly sorry.”
Ivan didn’t respond.
After a moment, Robert added:
“By the way, I’m Sroka. But if you want, you can call me Robert.”

Robert extended his hand. Ivan looked at him, for the first time, someone actually wanted to be his friend. He shook Robert’s hand firmly.
“I promise we’ll throw those sick fucks into their graves.”
Ivan laughed.
“Oh da. Oh da. We’ll kill them all, Sroka. They’ll remember us. Looks like we share the same goal.”
Both men laughed. They had found kindred spirits. They exchanged stories, jokes, thoughts about politics, old grievances between their countries, and even laughed about absurdities. After about ten minutes, the general entered, he’d heard them laughing. He looked at them with a gaze that could kill them for smoking here, but he let it slide; he knew this fight was unwinnable. Finally, he looked at them seriously, as if he were about to announce their wedding.
“Gentlemen. This is not the time for jokes. In forty minutes there will be a briefing before the mission. White and Sroka, you are to report in. You’ve been selected to take part in the operation.”
He said it with such calm certainty, as if he had won the lottery and didn’t care to brag about it.
Ivan and Robert immediately straightened up and saluted.
The general simply nodded and walked away.
The boys glanced at each other until Robert finally spoke:
“Fuck… this is my first operation.”
Ivan looked at him, snorted a laugh, and added with his thick Russian accent:
“Blyat! This is my seventh operation since I got here. They must really trust me… or they just want me dead.”
Both even laughed. After forty minutes, Robert and Ivan entered the briefing room. The atmosphere was tense and serious. Sikorski looked at everyone with his harsh, cold stare, checking if all were present. He quietly counted heads. There were fifty of them. After confirming the numbers, General Sikorski finally spoke in a stern, sharp, war-hardened voice:
“Everyone here? Good. Attention, soldiers!”
Everyone stood and shouted:
“Attention, General!”
After that, everyone sat. Robert carefully observed the room. The general walked to an old projector from the 80s.
„Alright, gentlemen, time to be serious. There’s no room for jokes here. Let’s begin. Eckzahn has been holding four of our people for some time, codenames ‘Zosia’, ‘Premier’, ‘Chimera’ and, most importantly, our politician ‘Kaczor’. Our intelligence reports certain movements from the EDA and Eckzahn. They confirm that tomorrow morning a convoy with prisoners will leave the prison in Warsaw. They aren’t entirely sure, but they strongly suspect our VIPs will be on board. They’ll be passing through the village of Żukowo. There’s an old stone bridge there. Now comes the role of our sappers. You will plant explosives to blow the bridge — but first you must fell a tree to force the convoy to stop on the bridge. The assault group, after the bridge explosion, will strike the vehicles to rescue the hostages. Now the most important part: they will definitely return fire. That’s why the assault group will be led by Sergeant Rytka, codename ‘Boss’.”
The sergeant stood and gave a short greeting. The general continued:
“You must, I repeat, you must attack decisively and quickly. Intelligence reports that besides the EDA soldiers, there will be three Eckzahn soldiers in the convoy. And that’s a fuck-ton. There is no room for mistakes. If they refuse to surrender, you are to wipe them out. That is why the sergeant will command you, and you will also have support from one of the best trained by GROM themselves, Sroka. Gentlemen, Poland has not yet perished. Long live Poland! Dismissed! Everyone report to the armorer and pick up ammunition and weapons. In one hour you are to be ready and formed up. You will depart for the hotspot!”

With those words, fifty AK soldiers ran out of the room. Every second counted. Robert and Ivan barely managed to squeeze into the line. Robert was next. The Gunsmith looked at him again with that same smile and that same damn music in the background. He looked at Robert and added:
“Don’t forget your balaclava.”
Robert was seriously irritated with this guy.
“Are you giving me ammo or fucking advice?”
The Gunsmith just laughed. He began handing him his AR-15 magazines and something else, and that was no ordinary item. It was a classic M9 pistol… but not just any M9. It was a silver M9. Robert stared at the pistol in shock, then at the Gunsmith. He didn’t question where it came from — he knew the man wouldn’t tell him anyway. He noticed something else: this wasn’t standard NATO 5.56×45 ammunition. It was armor-piercing, he could tell from the black tip of the bullet. Robert had to ask:
“Why the hell am I getting armor-piercing rounds?”
“You see, Sroka, it’s hard to penetrate those Eckzahn suits with standard ammo. We don’t have much of this stuff. Only those recognized in battle or trained by GROM get priority. Meaning someone like you, Sroka. And the M9? You got it because I forgot to give it to you earlier. Every GROM soldier gets an ‘ultimate weapon.’ And you don’t want to know what kind of shit the colonel gave me for forgetting. Sroka, I have a request.”
Robert looked at him.
“What request?”
The Gunsmith smiled wickedly.
“Kill one wolf for me. For the M9. Pretty good deal, right?”
For the first time, Robert didn’t feel irritated by the man, he actually smiled.
“Consider it done.”
“I knew you’d say that. Now get the hell out, we’re chatting and everyone else is waiting.”
The Gunsmith smiled again and waved his hand. Robert stepped away from the stall. He quickly went to get dressed. He put on the black fleece, black pants, black helmet, and even that balaclava. He put all his gear on, loaded magazines into the pouches, holstered the M9. He put on his armbands: the blue one, FEM colors on his left arm, and the white-and-red one on his right. He knew it should be the other way around, but he felt that the Polish flag belonged on the hand that held his rifle.He walked out to the group. Sergeant “Boss” was already waiting for them. He walked up to Sroka and said:
“Alright, Sroka, today will be your first blood. Show us what GROM taught you. Don’t fuck this up.”

He didn’t sound strict, more encouraging. Like he wanted Sroka to kick their asses.
Everyone moved out toward the village. They arrived just before sunset. The sappers immediately started mining the bridge with improvised explosives. “Boss” signaled for everyone to hide in the bushes. Pure guerilla style, like in 1944. Meanwhile, under cover of night, they began cutting the tree so that it would fall right before the convoy arrived. No one slept that night, literally no one. Robert felt the stress eating at him; everyone did, because this wasn’t a fight against random nobodies. But Robert didn’t let it get to him, he focused entirely on the mission. He even met two brothers sitting beside him, Tomek and Paweł. Those were their real names. They said they joined FEM because they saw their father die in the ruins of a collapsing building, and he had been a firefighter. They wanted the same thing Ivan wanted, revenge. Robert was fully focused, waiting for the VIP vehicles. They could have passed earlier, even at night. Morning came. 7:55. They heard engines roaring. Their sniper, “Małpka”—the Boss’s best man—spoke through the radio:
“Attention, transport incoming. Two Hammers and a prison VAN.”
“Boss” added quietly:
“Everyone shut up now! Sit still and wait for my signal. Drop the tree.”
The tree crashed onto the asphalt, blocking the bridge right in front of the first vehicle. Everything stood exactly as planned. The VAN stopped dead center on the bridge. The sappers didn’t wait, they detonated the charges. The explosion was powerful enough to collapse the entire stone bridge. All vehicles plunged straight into the shallow river. All the EDA soldiers panicked as they crawled out, while the Eckzahn soldiers stepped out calmly. Both units knew it was an ambush—they just didn’t know from where. Finally “Boss” shouted:
“Jeszcze Polska nie zginęła, skurwysyny!” (Poland is not yet lost, motherfuckers!)
That was the signal.
Everyone opened fire on the exposed enemy, they had them right in the open. Bullets tore through the EDA soldiers from the first vehicle since they were the most exposed. Very quickly the Eckzahn troops recovered and took cover, followed by the remaining EDA troops. Their commander yelled for them to shoot, and the panicked EDA soldiers started firing blindly, hitting nothing. For the Home Army soldiers it was poetry, they pushed forward. Until one EDA soldier had an idea. He climbed into the Hammer to reach the machine-gun turret. Every AK soldier dropped to the ground. This was no joke now, especially since the Eckzahn soldiers started firing too, killing 10 men almost instantly. Fifty Home Army fighters became forty. “Boss” didn’t hesitate and yelled:
“Krzychu! You got grenades?!”
Krzychu only smiled, and from behind his back, like a child, pulled out an RPG-7. He loaded the rocket and waited for the signal.
“No to, pokaż tym kurwą jebanym!” (Well then show these fucking whores!)
Krzychu didn’t hesitate even for a second. He fired. The EDA soldier realized too late that someone was aiming an RPG at him. The rocket struck the Hammer and exploded instantly. The Home Army soldiers erupted in cheers, pure joy. But that joy vanished just as fast when they remembered who was still shooting at them. The EDA soldiers near the blast were thrown to the ground. One Eckzahn soldier tried to pull an EDA man to safety. Robert didn’t think long, he aimed, sighted directly at the head. He knew that was the armor’s weak point. The wolf looked at him, as if he knew he was about to die. Robert pulled the trigger. The rifle kicked with a sharp bang. The bullet hit exactly where he wanted, right in the head. The wolf dropped, blood spraying as he hit the ground. Ivan, Paweł, and Tomek were right there and saw what Robert had just done. They were in shock, and extremely pleased. Paweł even shouted:
“To był prze kurwaaa piękny strzał!” (That was a fucking beautiful shot!)
And Ivan added, in his thick Russian accent:
„Koniec trasy, dziwko!” (End of the road, bitch!)
It was pure war-born joy, they celebrated as if Robert had won Olympic gold. Tomek, overwhelmed, forgot himself, he stood up, straightened, and started firing his AK-74 like it was an RPD, forgetting he had only a 30-round mag, not a 200-round belt. When he ran dry, an Eckzahn soldier didn’t wait, he shot immediately. A blaster bolt pierced Tomek clean through the stomach, right before Paweł’s eyes. Paweł saw exactly who killed him. Tomek collapsed, coughing blood, begging Paweł, saying he wanted to go home, wanted his mother. Paweł tried to save him, tried to reassure him, but there was no saving him. Tomek died moments later in Paweł’s arms. Paweł, covered in his brother’s blood, began to cry, grit his teeth, and snapped completely. He screamed:
“Was wszystkich pozabijam! (I’ll kill you all!)”
Paweł fired with such fury and accuracy that no one could stop him. Something inside him shattered. The AK soldiers did not stop shooting either, they kept fighting. They nearly wiped out the entire EDA squad. One surviving EDA soldier finally begged the last two remaining Eckzahn troops that they had to surrender, that they were beaten. The wolf didn’t like it, but seeing his dead comrade, he agreed. One EDA soldier raised his hands, shouting he surrendered. Others followed. The AK stopped firing but stayed alert for the wolves, it could be a trick. They moved closer to the vehicles when two wolves finally emerged with their hands up. “Boss” didn’t hesitate:
“Cuff them! On their knees. The rest, check the VAN.”
AK soldiers began taking prisoners. Robert and Ivan ran to the VAN, opened the door, and found their VIPs. Robert shouted:
“Boss! We’ve got them! They’re here!”
All four were starved and terrified, but relieved to see AK troops. Robert and Ivan helped them out. Robert then noticed Paweł rushing toward the Eckzahn prisoners with murderous fury, as if he wanted to tear them apart with his bare hands. Robert moved to intercept him. Paweł shouted at the wolves:
“Tak cię matka uczyła, skurwysynu ty!” (That’s what your mother taught you, you son of a bitch!)
It echoed. Even though the Eckzahn soldier didn’t know his language—he understood the hatred. Robert stopped him. Paweł tried to push past, but Robert wouldn’t let him go. Paweł even began shoving and yelling at him:
“Sroka, kurwa! Puść mnie! Zajebie go! Zajebie go! Rozumiesz!? Zabiję go! Rozerwę go! Zrobię z niego kurwa futro!” (Sroka, you bastard! Let me go! I'll kill him! I'll kill him! Do you understand?! I'll murder him! I'll tear him apart! I'll make a fucking fur coat out of him!)
Paweł screamed through sobs. Robert held him tight.
“No, kurwa, no! Enough! Enough killing! Paweł, do you understand!? Enough! This won’t bring him back! Killing him won’t fix anything!”
Paweł tried to punch Robert.
“You’re defending them, you traitor!?”
Finally the sergeant intervened:
“Paweł! Enough! Sroka’s right! Killing a prisoner won’t help you. I’m sorry for your loss, but nothing good will come from this. Paweł, go cool off. That’s not a request, that’s an order.”
Paweł let go of Robert and collapsed to the ground, sobbing. He walked away, sat on a rock, and cried even harder. Ivan helped Robert up and said bluntly:
“Sroka… if I were you, I’d have let him do it.”
Robert replied emotionally:
“You know what, Ivan? Fuck you. What would that accomplish? Killing someone only makes everything worse. He’d fall even deeper into hatred and madness.”
Ivan muttered something in Russian and walked away, but inside he knew Robert was right. After a moment, the sergeant approached.
“Good job, kid. GROM did teach you something. And good job stopping Paweł. You’ve got a good heart, Sroka. I would’ve stepped in if he started beating that wolf, but it might’ve been too late. Sometimes you have to let people do horrible things… but maybe you’re right. Maybe Paweł would’ve lost himself completely. And we already lost too many good boys today.”
Robert lowered his eyes.
“How many?”
“Fifteen, Sroka. Fifteen.”
Robert felt a sting in his chest. Even though he didn’t know them, he felt the loss. And that had been three Eckzahn soldiers and a small EDA detachment. What if there had been ten? Or a hundred? Absolute massacre. After 30 minutes everyone was ready. The prisoners were stripped of gear, the hostages recovered, the wounded and the dead secured. They headed back to base. When they returned to the bunker, the entire place screamed at the Eckzahn prisoners like at fresh meat entering a prison. They were thrown into cells with the others, together with EDA soldiers. Robert had enough for the day. The battle drained him. But he had the sick satisfaction of killing at least one, one less monster walking this planet. Twisted satisfaction, but still satisfaction. He even bragged to the Gunsmith, who was proud of him. From that moment on, Robert and Ivan were assigned to more operations, big and small, their combined effectiveness was high. They spent a lot of time together. To Robert, Ivan was like a second brother. And to Ivan, Robert was the same. They were true brothers-in-arms and nothing could change that.

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@RoroRainDrop @da__nilkaz Daj kurwie MIODU!

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@Milnegake or maybe more than friends

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@BirdieCandles The new Detroit Become Human looks great

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@BonkolTV Niemożliwe My Summer Car 2

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@AzideHunter Aż ja po proszę o więcej szczegółów. Bardzo mnie to zainteresowało czemu to było aż tak gówniane XD
P.S. Domyślam się że chodzi o zasięg (lub jego brak) i gówniane materiały

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@JOH5NF3Z @JayK_AND In that case, I invite you to check out @Powstaniec2030 That’s where I’m writing a fanfic set in the Jayk universe.

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I was inspired by the work of @JayK_AND
I created the last Polish Radio announcement after Eckzahn's forces entered Warsaw in the style of the last announcement from September 1939. The voice you hear is entirely mine, just edited to sound like it's from the radio.

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@Lumic_4 @SparkyCZSK1 So give her Monster White now, lol

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@PaniczFrancuz @xkom_pl 3/3
Hit jest taki że ponownie napisałem dziś email a oni tu cytat „Obecnie jesteśmy na etapie weryfikacji tego, czy na magazyn dotarła dostawa egzemplarzy tego towaru planowana na dzień wczorajszy” X KURWA D

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@PaniczFrancuz @xkom_pl 1/3
Ha u mnie nie lepiej. 14.06 zamówiłem dwa kable do ładowania telefonu, informacja że paczka przyjdzie 17.06. Jak przyszedł ten dzień to napisałem do xkomu o co chodzi i gdzie jest moje zamówienie. Odpisali że nie mają jednego kabla i że przyjedzie 18.06.

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@PaniczFrancuz @xkom_pl 2/3
Jakie było moje zdziwienie że 18.06 też dalej nie wysłano mojego zamówienia. 19.06 dostaje SMS o treści że 22.06 to na pewno wyślą te zamówienia i chyba nie muszę wam spoilerować że tak się nie stało XD.

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@thepolandnews_ X KURWA D. Może jeszcze podwyżkę do tego? Taką najlepiej za 100 PLN miesięcznie?

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@bartosz_rfp

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@jakoschujowo

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@pathetic_12

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@nemutaru_

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@Diviously Sniping is good job mate

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FOX’S ARE MY FAVORITE!!!💞💞💞

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meanwhile, me in 2004

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The new chapter is now online
https://t.co/icMvPQ6QeO