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... m, its six menacing machine guns whirling menacingly. They belched out fiery streams of death, reminiscent of a merciless harvester, relentlessly mowing down the abhorrent creatures that seemed to materialize endlessly from the enveloping fog. Occasionally, stray bullets would whizz out of the dense veil, striking the spider walker’s thick armor and the strategically placed sandbag barricades.
Among these monstrous adversaries were grotesque parodies of soldiers, their forms encased in h ...
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