Chapter 75: Turning My Broken Body into Blazing Fire (Supplementary Update 48/84)

43 Krugan Street, 1930 hours.

The number of elderly seated in the waiting room was growing.

The radio no longer broadcast from the distant capital, but rather the wireless communications of Antean pilots in the air.

"I strafed a half-track vehicle!"

"Damn, my bomb doesn't seem to have broken the enemy's resistance at the Post Office!"

"Where's the Post Office? I've still got bombs!"

Old man Dudayev yelled, "The Post Office is that red building! Ah! This is killing me!"

Aunt Luna looked at the old man, "I say, us old gals are huddled around the radio because we're women; isn't it improper for a man like you to stick with us? You should be participating in the uprising!"

Dudayev swore, "I'm ninety years old! I limp when I walk! It takes me thirty minutes to get to the street to buy some booze, shuffling every step! What about you? Able-bodied enough to hop and skip, why don't you join? The Church always says women make up half the sky!"