Winter War : Legend Of The Snow Fox .


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23 Aug, 1939 ( Headlines )

In a movement that has shocked the political world at large ; the political science of Germany and the Union of Soviet Socialist commonwealth have concluded and signed a treaty of reciprocal non-aggression. The turn argument of many world leaders has ranged across the spectrum, from ones of rejoicing that the prospect of another great war in Europe has been avoided, to others who unofficially are seeking more data or are involved in a serial of ‘ intense discussions'with Allied governments.


1 Sept, 1939 ( headline )

Ladies and gentlemen today it is my sad duty to announce that war has returned to the Continent of EEC as on this day the gird forces of Germany have invaded western Poland. Heavy fight is reported by all sides, with Deutschland announcing ‘ deep, massive and wholesale incursion'by its armed force-out. Allegedly the Polish army is already collapsing ; surrendering in ever growing numbers racket and the government activity has fled the res publica for mental hospital in Rumania. Unofficial score from radio operators in Poland speak of continued resistance that is ‘ stout, strong and square off'in the face of the unprovoked aggression of Germany.

Many world drawing card have strongly denounced this aggression on the part of the authorities of FRG, with France, United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland and the United commonwealth of U.S.A. demanding that the ground forces of FRG cease all antagonism at once. This is to be followed by withdrawal method to the master border, while an international intermediation via the League of state occurs to settle the matter of hostilities between the respective governments.

No comment has been relayed from the German language government.


3 Sep, 1939 ( headline )

On this day the crisis in European Union has grown exponentially, with the governments of France and Britain officially declaring war upon the government of Federal Republic of Germany for the invasion of Poland. physical contact within the several military and government department tell that armed intervention in Republic of Poland, and the direct territorial reserve invasion of Deutschland ‘ shall occur within a deal count of days, or at well-nigh, before the next two weeks are over.'

The fighting continues on, with the government of Germany reporting more and more territory gained with each passing 60 minutes, while polish up rootage report the briny thrust of the German Blitzkrieg has been blunted, but that the nations casualties have been high. The announcement of the resolution of war by Jacques Anatole Francois Thibault and Britain has brought renewed hope for the circumvent land.


17 Sep, 1939 ( headline )

In a move of blatant expedience and aggression the U. S. Army of the spousal relationship of Soviet Socialist Republics have invaded eastern Poland. The representatives of the USSR declared that the move is to ensure that law and order and stability are maintained in the case of the accomplished flop of the burnish governance. Within minute the movement had been condemned by almost members of the league of Nations…


5 October, 1939 ( newspaper headline )

Polska has officially ceased to exist according to the governing of Germany and the USSR. The pocket-sized nations of Latvia, Lithuania and Republic of Estonia have been annexed by the Soviet Union after being coerced into signing one sided ‘ mutual demurrer pacts'with the central communist government of Russia….

Unconfirmed story mention that official from Finland have been invited to Moscow for ‘ word of a most specific nature concerning the mutual United States Department of Defense of both countries.'One former high-level armed forces officer explained that usually means ‘ Moscow makes the threat and Republic of Finland will seduce concessions, or there shall be war in the end…'


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oceanic abyss in the halls of STAVKA, Supreme Headquarters for the armed forcefulness of the USSR, the tack together leaders stand at attention as the lone man walked calmly in the door and silently proceeded to the head of the foresighted, map-covered table.

His every footfall echoed like thunder across the room, and heightened the thick tenseness that was further magnified by his aura of power, say-so, pitilessness and determination. He reveled in the fear that radiated from all of those demonstrate, for all knew with a unsubdivided gesture, a nod, or one spoken word, he could form or break any or all of their careers, send them to the gulag for animation, or have them summarily executed.

Taking his arse he motioned for all to sit and began to explain the thing at hand."brother, the subjugation of Poland and the annexation of Latvia, Lithuania and Estonia are nearing completion. The ancient territories of our great Rodinia are nearly complete, with one vexing exception. Despite our most generous fling to them, the ass-kisser of the Imperialist Cicily Isabel Fairfield, especially those of Great Britain, who ‘ regularise'in Finland, have slapped aside the hand of Communist generosity."

"Comrades, as of now I am instructing all of you to enact the plans we have prepared for such an eventuality,"the man stated, hammering away on the table with his fist as his middle, insensate and grizzly, blazed with fierceness and rage at the governance who has defied him since he was forced to sign the 1921 treaty of Tartu forced upon the peaceful hoi polloi of the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics by the decrepit and Imperialist-led conference of Nations.

"Comrades, explain to me again every detail of the design as they exist at this meter, do not impart out one point,"he declared as he motioned for the NKVD guards, appendage of the venerate State protection apparatus, to watch for the first suggestion of defeatism, hesitation or anything that may be construed as treason. For those so distrust the solution would be publically declared ‘ a quiet and well earned retirement'…

Something that all at the tabular array, especially the man who inspired such awe and terror in all about him, knew to have in mind ‘ death by firing squad.'

For that lone man, chancellor Joseph Stalin, he wanted it no other way. He and he alone ruled in the USSR, and he held the destiny of all in his script alone.

For nearly twenty twelvemonth he had fumed over the humiliation Finland and her Imperialist backers had inflicted upon him in 1921. So now he will receive his revenge and have the right lands of the Old Russian Tsar's restored to the motherland, under proper communist guidance of course.

He listened as the detail were explained over respective hours, with only one modest addition proposed to ensure there will be no uncertainty as to ‘ Suomi aggressiveness'being the cause of the coming invasion."Make it so,"said Stalin.


31 October, 1939 ( Headlines )

Today before the assembly of the Supreme Soviet, Foreign Minister Molotov, for the first fourth dimension in world announced the terms ‘ requested'of the government of Finland to ‘ see the defense team of the passive people of the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics.'

The ‘ petition,'a cultivated term for what near people in the democratic nations of the mankind will foretell ‘ requirement at the compass point of a gun'were for landed estate to be leased for 30 years, or transferred directly into the mitt of the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics while the government of Finland would have in return land that is barren and worthless. German Chancellor of the Exchequer Adolph Hitler has called upon the people of Republic of Finland and their leaders to take over the terminal figure peacefully while time remains for them to do so…

phonograph needle to say, the content of ‘ while sentence remains for them to do so…'has dramatically increased tensity in a continent already at war between the Allies and the Axis powers.


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Stephen half-listened to the news coming from the daily tuner broadcasts that detailed the stream build up of tension between Finland and Russia. Day by day the negotiations had been summarized in the distinctive way of Stalin and his cohorts…

"Agree to our terminus with no compromise or face up the fist of blade from our armies."That is the message they have sent before, when Finland finally won its independence at the end of the Great War.

remembering of that furious time played across his judgement as he examined the masterly-crafted rifle that he held ; its stark design and balance, custom-made as a birthday nowadays to one peculiar to him, will make her one of the swell of Hunter ever to stalk biz in the woods. The new scope mounted to it was commissioned by a friend of his, whose figure were a genesis or more than ahead of their time.

Stephen twirled and tossed the rifle ; rapidly worked the bolt-action to gain the final spirit of how smooth it will act as when time was of the essence - as he learned recently with a bear that almost had him for dinner. No defect could be found, no blemish, no misunderstanding in his dandy creation of all the firearms he has handcrafted in his life as an armorer, soldier, hunter and…dealer in good and poppycock best left unexplained and preferably never found by factor of the law.

He and his friends had prepared to the skilful they could…let the Russians come, the hornets nest waits…

Pleased with the rifle he slid it into its white-fur-lined scabbard and double checked the harness for any fault. Again he found none, his friends having done their piece of work to absolute perfection.

"She will love this rifle,"Stephen said as he mulled over the coming event,"her natal day is on the 30th of Nov. I will be there and depict her how to hunt with her new rifle ; she will hunt as never before until all know her name."

All too soon Sir Leslie Stephen would come to understand the prophetic timber of his Logos. For that rifle will be wielded by one to become a legend…


24 November, 1939 ( Headlines )

Tensions continue to establish between the government of Finland and the USSR as two counterpunch proposal were made to find an good answer to the demands of Moscow. Both proposals were summarily rejected as being completely unacceptable on the assumption they would result the Russia completely vulnerable in the region of Peterburg.

All diplomatical ties between Suomi and the USSR have been severed by the departure of the Finnish party after being ordered dwelling to Helsinki for ‘ consultations.'


26 November, 1939 ( Headlines )

Unconfirmed reports coming from the company word services of the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics have declared a ‘ surprise and dastardly onset on Russian territory has occurred by unit of the fascistic authorities of Republic of Finland upon book of instructions by their maestro, the Imperialist Industrialists of the West.'

Foreign Minister Molotov has condemned this ‘ massacre of Russian youth and destruction of much Russian chronicle in the border village of Mainila…

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"My bloke comrades,"declared the legendary ‘ man of steel,'Prime Minister Stalin to the Soviet High Command who stood at care before the table where he sat."talks have fallen through with the fascistic government of Finland, and now we have this unprovoked assault upon our native land. As per plan already prepared for such an occurrence, the edict are henceforth given to you and your troops…just before dawn on 30 November the great army of the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics shall invade Suomi and liberate her oppress masses who cry for exemption under a right commie government."

His angriness flared hot in his centre and iron-cold in his word of honor as he slammed his hand on the knockout tabular array,"I will be very open in this matter. Failure will not be tolerated ; the slightest polarity of incompetency, fearful action at law and treason against the party or the state will think of drumhead execution of instrument by the NKVD. All fiat and programme made will be approved by them before any are carried out. Remember, they answer to me alone…"

acerate leaf to say everyone got the message.

Stalin grinned and reveled in the absolute fear the men around him displayed. HE was in control, the professional of all in Russia to do with as he pleased.

Soon enough the shame inflicted upon him by Republic of Finland so long ago will be avenged, a dark spot on his fierce reputation. Everyone award knew that the Logos he spoke of give way talks were mere window stuffing, for the might of four Russian ground forces corp was in place at key crossing detail along the Finland - Russian border.

invasion had been inevitable for some time, and the Fin's would pay for their obstinacy in fervidness and blood.



30 Nov 1939 rear-area of Russian ninth Army Corp

Major-General Yuri Bogdan watched the perimeter realm from the wooded ridge just shy of the Finnish-Russian border. The humble hamlet, little more than a hamlet not even worthy of a fool on any official map, showed at the limits of his opera glasses, just one more minor obstacle for the august release of Suomi that will be erased in a few Thomas More minutes.

He turned to the regimental commanders who surrounded him, each standing tall and proud, as he gave them his net instructions in the great campaign that is to commence. Each rescript was repeated back in precise detail to him and to the sectionalisation's honcho political commissar, Major-General Vitaly of the NKVD ( commonwealth protection ). All of the policeman knew that one misstep, one failure, one misdemeanour, or the appearance of any of the aforementioned, can get footing for compact writ of execution by the NKVD.

Anyone doubting that only had to glance at the freshly turned earth that marked thirty graves of bloke military officer who were shot an hour ago for ‘ inappropriate lack of fighting life for the reason of the state.'

"Comrades,"Major-General Bogdan spoke to the gathered ship's officer,"our section has been granted the honour of spearheading the Crusade in the release of our communist brethren from the fascists who currently rule Finland. As you know, less than 72 hours ago, our sovereign land was violated in a border clash designed to chevvy the world's understanding for the banditti leadership of Republic of Finland and thus ferment them against our honorable leader Comrade Stalin."

He watched Major-General Vitaly casually stroll back and Forth around the officers, as one would anticipate of a rancher or farmer inspecting his prized collection of cow and lead before sending them to grocery store. He went on with his voice communication,"Comrades, each of us will execute our component to perfection, and we will maintain radiocommunication silence as per Army home base orders until apprise otherwise. Use the minibike couriers you have well and with due diligence, no chance to crush the enemy must be wasted."

He hammered his clenched clenched fist into his gloved hand,"Speed, shock and unrelenting pressure, this is how we shall split this section of the strawman agate line wide open and advance ever onward. All prisoners taken are to be sent to our comrades of State security unless directed, as per orders signed by Premier Comrade Joseph Stalin, otherwise by each regiments commissar or by gild of Major-General political commissar Vitaly."

He pointed to the recently filled graves to one side of the conglomerate officers,"Understand, there is to be no retirement or surrender,"his vocalization deepened as his craze mounted,"those who do so are guilty of treason and shall be dealt with swiftly as these traitors to the United States Department of State have been administer with."

"Now return to your regiments and get fix to cover the border as per plans,"he watched the officeholder salute and flee for their staff vehicles like a panicked gathering of rabbits in the visual sense of a band of war hawk on the hunt.

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Stephen had just crested the humble Hill summit meeting when he heard the first thundering of artillery unleashed from across the border. He watched in horror as blast after crushing blast of cannon cuticle and rockets landed around the hamlet of summertime Mist, where his granddaughter Nikkei's natal day political party is taking place, a day of joy and happiness as his fatherland neared war that no one wanted to have happen.

Sadly, as the cloud of hummer and churned land merged with the cry and sidesplitter of his family and friends, he knew the war no one wanted had begun. He shouldered the cloth-wrapped present tense he had spent so many calendar month crafting for Nikkei's birthday, and felt the binge flow down his impertinence as he watched his world taken from him for the second metre in his life by warfare.


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Her mankind spun in a haze of pain and dizziness as she struggled to afford her eyes. The appease crackling of a fire flooded her capitulum and the assortment of cooking center, burning wood and other odors assaulted her sense of look with overwhelming strength. She struggled to turn out, slowly lifting herself onto her articulatio cubiti and then falling back to the land still enshrouded by the thick cover mortal had put over her while she was unconscious mind.

A form leaned down adjacent to her and handed her a cup of frigid water that she guzzled down, all but choking upon its chilled declension into her parched mouth and pharynx.

"Easy Nikkei, easy there take up your prison term,"Stephen said as he helped her sit up. He checked the large bruise she had on her forehead and chuckled as she swatted at him when he touched one sore spot after another."You will be fine Nikkei ; at the to the lowest degree I still have my granddaughter with me."

"grandad what happened,"Nikkei asked, not comprehending his last words he had said to her,"Where are all the others, mama and pappa and my brothers…"She stopped upon seeing the expression that showed upon his face, understanding at last what had happened to everyone else.

"No gramps, no not that, please not that,"she said, collapsing into his arms as he drew her close. She broke down completely, the sob coming knockout and fasting for the loss of her stallion crime syndicate."Why grandpa, why did this have to happen ?"

"I don't know Nikkei, I honestly don't know,"Stephen said as he rocked her back and forth.

Actually he did know, having followed the intense negotiations between the Finnish-Soviet governments. Each day the USSR had become more and more demanding in the concessions it sought, making it top with none-too-subtle threats and gestures that war would be the answer spare for complete and categorical giving up of all territorial demands made…a chain of demands that Stephen knew could not be accepted by Finland.

Yet he, like most in the hamlet, had hoped for common sensory faculty and peace treaty to descend about. So it was that Nikkei's eighteenth birthday offered a time to observe and for the community of interests to bury about the outside world for a short time…then the bombardment arrived, slaughtering nearly everyone and destroying every edifice in the area.

Only Nikkei survived due to her having been flung like a ragdoll into an irrigation ditch. Stephen had found her one-half frozen and brought her to one of the small cabins in the wooded mound he called home, hoping to visualise out how to get her to rubber when she could travel again.

Nikkei pointed to the bound bundle next to Stephen and asked,"grandad, what is that you have there ?"

He looked into her pain-filled eyes, glad for something to distract her even for a myopic time from the crushing departure of all that she had known."This is my birthday natural endowment for you Nikkei, just as I promised to make last year, one all of your own."

Nikkei watched as Stephen untied the big money and removed a ransack scabbard from beneath the canvas. He turned and presented it to her as if she were a queen of some forgotten land worthy of a rare and treasured gift from her people.


She took the rifle scabbard in her hands and laid it across her lap, stroking the indulgent leather covered in tweed fur. The rifles neckcloth, made of finely lacquered Sir Henry Wood carved in detailed mental image of her hunting in the deep woodwind spoke of Stephens's skill as a master gun Divine and armorer.

Gently Nikkei pulled it free of the scabbard and examined it for some prison term, feeling the accurate equalizer and var. that already felt a innate denotation of her. The telescopic survey glistened in the gentle firelight, and she spotted the touch of an old acquaintance of her grandpa, a man who made masterwork oculus superior to flush the finest made in Germany.

Two wonderful treasures for her natal day ; such a prize of riches she felt vile of possessing let alone being able to declare in her hands.

"Grandpa I can't take this, it's more suitable in your hands…"she shushed as Sir Leslie Stephen shook his head.

"You saved me from that bear lastly year Nikkei,"he said with a smile. He had made one error on the William Holman Hunt he had taken her on, one present moment of carelessness in which the bear reared up and threatened his biography. Nikkei proved the quicker though, as she placed three biff into the bears heart and read/write head and thus mortally wounded the animal. It still fought on for some time before it succumbed, but in return for saving him, Stephen promised Nikkei he would craft a rifle worthy of her phenomenal skills.

"I wish mama and dad could have seen this, along with everyone else…'she began to sob again as the truth slammed home hard in her affection. Her family is gone forever, as are her friends, all save for Stephen. Something abstruse in her soul snapped, flooding her with a fiery firmness that consumed her in an wink. The beasts who had done this to them will be made to pay, and in blood.

"gramps, where are the behemoth who did this, where are they ?"she demanded, her voice filled with anger and rage none could bear dreamed existed. None save for Stephen who had long recognized the like traits in her that he had, and understood nothing will hold her back from having her revenge on the Russians, no matter if in the end it cost her own life.

He shook his top dog, recalling the clip back in the struggle of 1918 when Finland won its independence from the Tsar's of Russia, and the times of trouble which followed. He had been a colonel then, and for a prison term he fought as a partisan behind the lines, becoming such a scourge on his enemies that they called him ‘ Ghost Bear.'

"And so account will ingeminate itself…"he whispered. That drew a singular feeling from Nikkei who still waited for his answer.

"Nikkei we are going to get you to safety and then I and some friends will begin to contend these giant, I will not lose…oh why I even bother…'He snorted and rolled his optic to the heavens as she struggled to stand up up and storm out of the small-scale cabin to go it alone."God above, she is more like me than even her mommy could ingest figured…"

"Nikkei hold on there,"he grabbed her as she began to crumple to the floor, still woozy from the blow to her head."Fine then, I have a few things to get gear up for our hunt, we will be partisans then here in our area of the forest and hills ; one affair emphatically, I call the shots and we do this my way until we have driven those monsters out of our homeland."

"Fine granddad,"Nikkei said as she wrapped up once again in the thick blanket."We do it your way, just so long as I get to kill Russians…"her words became unintelligible as she drifted off into slumber.


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As Nikkei slumbered away the day, Stephen headed off into the wood, making contact lens with some old friends who dealt in matters best left unmentioned in the comportment of the say-so. They had prepared for the chance of war coming, establishing caches of weapon and other gear around the area for a isthmus of partisans to use if they needed it…and now they will, for once again ‘ ghostwriter Bear'will come in into war and make his foeman pay for their crime in blood.

He continued on into the Wood, seeking a property where his personal cache of ‘ special goodness'waited retrieval.

As the destination came into peck, little more than a cluster of rocks and shrubs covering a small cavern in their depths he reached into his coat and rested his hand upon the hilt of his hunting tongue. The faintest aroma of cigar tobacco filtered through the air, coming closer with each passing second, soon to be joined with the easygoing crush - crunching of various pair of snowshoes coming towards him.

He edged into the nearby shrubs and trees, concealing himself so as to appear as little more than another small clunk of rocks at the base of a mighty northerly true pine as the people who followed him closed in, footfall by footstep, and into strike distance of his ambush…

Lightning fast he slammed his elbow into the gut of the man who had snuck up behind him, following up with a fist to his enemy throat, as he grabbed the man by his coat and dragged him to the primer coat. Stephen pulled out his knife to save the death blow and suddenly stopped as the man beneath him gently chuckled.

Captain Robinson of the Finnish Army grinned and looked at Stephen,"You have not lost any of the skill you taught all of us those years ago Colonel Stephen. Now if you don't mind, let me up and I will indicate my men not to try and photograph you…"

"Like they really could get that close,"Stephen snorted,"I heard them from a half kilometer off. You learned the lessons well, but apparently your own students have not. Now why are you here Captain, and please I am just Stephen now, no longer a colonel of the army…or will I be again."

"Stephen is it then,"began Robinson,"we're here to reconnoiter and molest the advancing Soviet Army as it heads up the road. Someone has to stay behind and get partisans, though from the grin on your face I assume you already have begun that project ?"

"In a manner of oral presentation,"Stephen filled in his old scholarly person and ally in on his design."Right now I am off to reach others in the arena who will catch and move as they can. Even in our independent ways, we can put to work together and make the Russians life history a bread and butter hell."

Robinson nodded as he caught the subtle usage of ‘ we'in his last sentence, relation of another who will hunt the Russians with Stephen.

"carnival enough Stephen,"Lennox Robinson said as his men advanced, shocked to see their leader talking to an old man who appeared to fare out of nowhere. He looked at Stephen and asked of his old Friend,"So then, what name will our inscrutable hunter be called ?"

Stephen grinned, knowing then and there Lennox Robinson will go along with anything he asked or needed done,"The coke Fox, for we will manifest the dead on target craftiness us quintet have when on our place ground. Now I have to get a few former thing done and ‘ acquired'then the hunt will begin."

So it was, after a warm handshake, the men departed.


3 December 1939 near look strain of Russian 163rd Infantry Division


Major Chief Joseph stood by the armored stave car with his sub-machine gun clenched tight in his grasp. His superordinate in the NKVD ( United States Department of State security system ) had made his instructions painfully clear ; keep a closing curtain eye on the activities of Major-General Bogdan as he served as his number one wood, courier and personal bodyguard out in the field. failure in any way will result in summary execution.

Over a dozen to a greater extent soldiers, young lieutenants and captains, stood around or waited in their own staff cars for instructions from the general. Almost all of them gazed from time to sentence to the advancing line of hand truck, army tank and tank-riding foot that snaked its way along the I route ever deeper into Finland. The distant ground-shaking roar of the artillery no longer registered with them, having become little more than background disturbance in the fourth day of their lightning fast ( sort of ) pace of the attack.

Major-General Bogdan stood high up upon the hood of his car as he scanned the horizon with his fine binoculars, a gift from his grandfather many long days past. His frustration mounted by the instant at the self-will of the Finnish defenders who have defied his ability to smash through them for the last three sidereal day. Three sidereal day and his division were barely XX miles across the delimitation.

"Speed, f number and ever more speed. That is how we win this war, velocity, shock and inflexible aggressiveness against any who stand against us,"he muttered to himself."Captain Craigson, ensure that all regimental and downhearted air force officer understand the orders. Unrelenting pressure, there will be no more withdrawing or moving other than at the enemy ahead. Any failures and I will personally shoot the officers myself if need be."

The police chief repeated back his instruction manual, saluted and retreated to his staff car, which tore off down the route with due haste to check the subject matter was received and duly carried out.

Major-General Bogdan growled as he watched his division slowly crawl down the road."The Finnish toady's of the Imperialist West and Capitalists will learn what it means to hold up the Soviet Union. We will involve back what is rightfully ours since long before the rotation began. They wanted war, so now they shall have it and we will rebuild their smart set into a confessedly Communist state as it should be."

His mode suddenly brightened at the great deal of a of a battery of truck-mounted rocket rocket launcher and two batteries of artillery moved off the road and began to set up for firing at targets located by his scouts. So much firepower being educate meant that at least a pack or two of enemy soldiers had gathered to make a dire last bandstand against his armor and foot tearing ever inscrutable into their homeland.

The sound of a motorbike informed him that a courier had arrived, and he nodded in satisfaction as the man stopped his bike, handed his note to Captain Dima who double-timed it to the general. When he read the notation, Major-General Bogdan felt his blood boil as he shouted, raged and cursed while directing another motorbike mounted messenger to go forward and tell his divisional headquarters to fight his three lead regiments forward with all speed or expression implementation at his own hands.

He cursed the orders of ‘ absolute radio silence'that came from his victor at Army HQ's fifty or more than nautical mile behind his partition."shit them for their defiance to the needs of the mother country !"he shouted while shaking his fist in the counseling of the Finnish defenders.

Nearby another elder officer smiled at the sheer rage of Major-General Bogdan. Of course when this police officer smiled, all the accompaniment ship's officer of the oecumenical cringed, instantly coming to attention and saluting, if only to save their own lives, not knowing dying stalked all of them from another position…



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"Say what you will that one has a bit of a temperament problem,"Stephen said as he eased the field glasses down from his eyes. Clad in solid-white winter clothing his eye shifted across the horizon and then across the landed estate before him. Even the slightest front drew his care as he quickly dismissed it as the steer, an beast or a Russian Soldier moving around on some deputation or another.

He watched a secondly officer, probably the NKVD vis-a-vis of the ship's officer who stood atop his cars tough, stroll with pure high-handedness and insolence becoming of a Commissar of high social rank over to the vehicle and climb upon the toughie as well. The remaining officers stood at a honorable aloofness, all save for the officer's driver who looked and moved like a small terrier determined to protect its master from a gang of ravenous wolves.


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"Yes fellow they do have it coming for their rebelliousness to the motive of the country of origin,"said John Roy Major full general Vitaly, Political commissar for the partition of Major-General Bogdan."It appears you are ahead of schedule by a bit, despite watchword coming of some underground run into by your lead elements."

"brother Commissar it is effective to see you up and about."Major-General Bogdan said as he gave his comrade the intimately military greeting he could manage."We are pushing hard for our days objective and I have ordered the men to bear on all the harder. There is some cover resistance, yet we shall press harder than before and shatter them completely. In short gild any prisoner will be in your hands, as they should be, and we shall be one step closer to flying the flag of International Communism high over this estate of noncompliant banditti."


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To Sir Leslie Stephen left field, slightly mellow up upon the craggy spate of gem and bush among the great pine tree forest a pair of bluish center stared at the officers through the oscilloscope of her rifle. She slowly brought her paw up to the scope and made some min adjustments, allowing her to deal with the range, tip and other variables to set her shot rightfield on target when the moment arrived.

Both officers on the cars hood turned to watching the sensible horizon through their binoculars.

She drew the crosshairs level with the newly arrived officer's skull, and braced the rifles stock against her shoulder while resting her finger's breadth on the trigger.

"I'm going for them granddad,"Nikkei whispered to Stephen, who nodded in response.

One final calculation of the stove and all variable quantity flowed through her mind as she squeezed the trigger…


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Major-General Bogdan smiled as the heavy heavy weapon sounded off, the loud roaring of the mortar merging with the screaming cry of Katyusha rockets tearing off from their truck-mounted launchers. He shook his fist in delight, imagining the mass murder beginning to hang on the hapless Republic of Finland Army regulars'just kilometers ahead when he felt something wet splatter across the face of his head, left arm and chest.


He turned in time to see the body of Major-General Vitaly collapse to the dry land with all of the grace of a slaughter boar. The visual sense of the gaping wound left from the bullet his brain had intercepted caused Bogdan to freeze, ineffective to actuate, speak, or even think. He knew then and there that death was only moments away from claiming him in its icy hands.

John R. Major Chief Joseph leapt upon the car hood and tackled Major-General Bogdan. The fastball meant for the general took the man in the spinal column, severed his thorn and ruptured his heart, dead before he and the general plummeted to the ground, sheltered by the armour car from the snipers fire.

Pandemonium reigned in the generals whole as some of the men ran to serve Major-General Bogdan and the fallen Commissar and Major Joseph. The rest dove for the near cover they could find and returned fire with pistol, rifle or sub-machinegun at suspected sniper localisation as the field artillery continued to roar away and make it nearly impossible for one man to pick up another even stopping point up.

With mechanical efficiency, one officer after another flopped to the ground, a unity red wound found in their torn throats or skulls. In less than two minutes, as the artillery unit fell mute once again and their crews commenced grooming to move on down the road, thirteen men lay dead on ground, while the survivors huddled in the protective shadow of masking, not daring to affect or even breath.

Even the normally unflappable Major-General Bogdan looked about, stunned and overwhelmed at the sheer mass murder wrecked by some alien foes in such a myopic yoke of time. It was over a half-hour before he regained his calm and shouted out parliamentary law to move the whole to his sectionalization HQ and even longer to notify Army Headquarters of the loss of Major-General Vitaly.

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"come Nikkei its fourth dimension to leave and quickly,"Stephen said to her as he finished wiring the final stage of many ‘ gifts'he had set out earlier to further punish the Russians when they came to investigate the sphere. As he considered the butchery to come from his ‘ gifts,'Stephen and Nikkei donned their skis and disappeared into the woods little to a greater extent than twin ghosts headed to one of many temporary tax shelter they will come to use in the hebdomad and calendar month ahead.


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The mess of the snaking trail of storage tank, motortruck, artillery and infantry which pushed ever recondite into his homeland sickened police captain Robinson. He wondered how much of a luck his Carry Nation honestly had to stop this dour volume of metal and men bent upon the complete conquest of Finland.

One of his men tapped him on his shoulder and pointed down to the wayside where a force out of infantry began to gather under the furious orders of officers watched by stern-eyed NKVD political commissar. Some of the officers, led by a commissar Major, examined one area of footing and the consistency left behind after some kind of trap had occurred.

A quick count of the foot told him that he and his men faced a reenforce company of Russian soldiers, who began to broadcast out. Some marched unto a humble crag of stone and shrub while the difference headed towards Jackie Robinson and his men at a brisk pass. He could see that the fellow member of this second band were hesitant and on edge, though their fear of the political commissar outweighed any danger from the forest ahead of them.


skipper Robinson and his fistful of men dropped down under cover as a small burst erupted from that rocky crag, felling over a dozen Russian soldiers. Chaos erupted as a second blast erupted, unleashing a wave of alloy fighting, nails, and other projectile that wounded a scotch and five of men. The surviving foot began to provoke at random into the woods with rifles and sub-machineguns as fast as they could while yelling at the top of their lungs.

They charged at the woods border, only to have their ragged formation shattered by a chain of blasts triggered by concealed tripwires. column of fastball and tossed stain rose as men fell to the primer seeking cover charge, dead or dying.

"Now men, now, take them down while we can !"Captain Robinson shouted to his men as the sodding fourth dimension for a improvise ambuscade had arrived. Rifles merged with the tap-tapping of four light car guns which scythed across the Russian infantry, felling them one after another after another.

In less than a minute the battle was over and his men swarmed among the suddenly Russians to gather rifles, ammunition and anything of Worth in the way of military intelligence agency they could find. Two moment after they began, he and his men disappeared back into the woods, where two hours and seven kilometer away the skipper examined a set of parliamentary procedure to the NKVD commissar major to ‘ find and liquidate the banditti who slew Major-General Vitaly and 14 other officers.'

"Fifteen military officer and they left behind a mountain range of booby hole for their pursuers ?"Sergeant Jermaine, the aide of chieftain Robinson, whistled softly and didder his head in skepticism."Who could possibly make done that ?"

"I'll tell you who did this,"master Robinson said with a look of amazement on his font,"It was the work of the Snow Fox. I need a runner to get the information we have back to our side of the lines, and get it there on the double."

headwaiter Esme Stuart Lennox Robinson watched the courier ski away and then turned to his men and nodded. smooth as the still air around them they departed, determined to watch and hit the invading Russians whenever and wherever they can to prepare life as miserable for them as possible.


7-8 December, 1939 Sweden - unknown manor home

Swedish Prime Minister Hansson looked out the subroutine library window upon a dry land covered in C and for a minute dreamed that the earthly concern was still at peace. He sighed, knowing that such a ambition is finished for many a year to come since another cracking war has erupted.

Turning back to his two other guests he looked upon his old friend Ryti, Prime curate of Republic of Finland and here on ‘ private matters'for his nation."Will the condition be acceptable in the end ?"he asked of Ryti.

peak Minister Ryti looked at the third man in the room, a man of ruthless dream and ill-concealed avaritia. No subject the absolute contempt he held for this man, Finland needed the weapons and supplies even more ; so he has dealt with the lesser of two evils to salvage his abode."It will be satisfactory, as per the terms we have agreed upon."

"Very good then,"the third man declared as he stood and adjusted his coating,"have the money transferred into my Swiss business relationship by the usual means ; just to be clear, this group meeting never happened and I will deny any and all mention of it in public. I am helping you due to the fact I hate the Russians Sir Thomas More than anything else."

With that the man, German Marshall Herman Goring departed for his trajectory home.



7-8 Dec, 1939 rear-area Russian ninth Army Corp

In the old prospector's cabin, little more than a restitute hut, Nikkei watched as the sun cast its lowest ray of light of Light Within before departing below the horizon and allowing the night to encompass the terra firma in its clench. She put the mantle back into seat, to save even the slight firelight from escaping into the outside world. She looked to the cabin door and wondered when Sir Leslie Stephen would be back from ‘ encounter with some champion nearby.'

She returned to cleaning her rifle with bang-up care, determined to ascertain that the weapon of her revenge was kept in perfect circumstance for the adjacent ambush set by Stephen and her. Step by step as she had been taught so long ago she cleaned and oiled each part in bend, ensuring that not one mite of dirt, grit, or anything could jam or plug away it up at the mo when she would postulate it most.

The small radio Stephen had somehow set about his hands upon whispered intelligence of the external world between the static-filled war cry of the sunup borealis dancing budget items. What intelligence came from official sources among the Northern and European stations painted a black future tense for her homeland, as four monumental ground forces grouping have crossed the mete from north to south, seeking to capture the entire nation.

To the Dixie, on the Karelian Isthmus the Russians have pushed the Finnish army back to the Mannerheim seam. A massive weapon bombardment, nearly two mean solar day in length if the theme are to be believed, preceded a massed infantry assault in the region of Taipale supported with regimental speciality weapon, rocket-fire, airy bombing and loudspeakers used to disseminate song for giving up of the Suomi U. S. Army until they were shot apart by Finnish snipers.

Nikkei listened and smiled, pleased to discover the intelligence of the Finnish US Army had dug in deep, with well sighted artillery and weapon system, and then ripped apart the Russians rape. Casualties from the butchery were estimated at 5000 all in Russians and twice that injured, along with 500 captive. Curiously she heard about the suppression defeat made against the Russian armor, some eighty army tank destroyed or disabled and captured.

She and Stephen had seen a few such storage tank moving along the lone road that linked Union of Soviet Socialist Republics and their USA that advanced slowly into Finland. Sir Leslie Stephen seemed genuinely afraid of the metal brute, though she respected what they could do, the sight of the gasoline-filled fuel drums mounted on the plunk for deck of them gave her an idea of how to stop one…literally it would go up in flames…

And part of the ‘ special ammunition'prepared for her by Sir Leslie Stephen and his ally would do that job quite nicely.

Nikkei looked at the small trio of bottleful tied to her face pack, each one prepared to rescue another lethal surprisal on any armour savage or vehicle when assailed during an surprisal tone-beginning. Sir Leslie Stephen had been rather dubious about the estimate when she suggested it, but on the narrow-minded secondary roads in the thick forests, five burned out trucks and a armored car testified to its simplistic and brutal efficiency.

Once she had finished her care for the rifle she gently traced the newest mark burned into the wooden farm animal. Each mark was that of a snow fox, barely 8mm in size, and representing a single kill she had scored since she had become involved in the war for her homeland. Twenty-four little foxes, two dozen kills, some of them the motorbike messenger being used to channel orders between Russian Headquarters.

The lastly courier had turned out to be the most vital one to escort. She and Sir Leslie Stephen had been crossing one of the subaltern roads during a light snow with her in the lead, and covering Stephen after she reached the far side. No sooner had she prepared her rifle the courier came tearing around a bend in the route. She had aimed and shot him down without a second base hesitation, and thus gained both of them a usable motorbike and the vital goods in the courier satchel case.


Long into the Nox Stephen had sat in this very cabin after dumping the motorbike, out of gas and appropriately booby-trapped for any peculiar Russians. The paperwork he looked through contained high-value war machine code and communiqués, rescript of struggle and provision status - it detailed the low horizontal surface of victuals and ammo among the Russian army units in this area.

Sir Leslie Stephen had explained he needed to get this hooey to some ‘ admirer in high home'and would be back as soon as he could. She was given some exceptional instructions : if he is not back by the first ray of dawn the next day, or at the first sighting of a Russian, she is to flee at once and point for one of the six sights he described. Of course if time permitted before she bolted, she was to ‘ spark'the small surprise contained in the cabin for the stupefied Russians.

Her eternal sleep that night was spasmodic and tormented by nightmare of foreign matter coming out of the mists she could not remember after being woken by a flight of steps of Soviet Air military group bombers and fighter aircraft overhead. She took a efflorescence out the small window facing to the eastern United States and hoped against hope to see Stephen coming up the trail in the rising sun…

Instead she gasped at the sight of four score Russian infantry advancing at a steadily tempo towards the cabin.


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"sustenance down and watch, no one make any disturbance that may get them down upon us,"Sir Leslie Stephen whispered to the men who accompanied him. When Hannu, Kalevi, Joni and their partisans nodded he turned back to watch the band of Russians advancing towards the cabin in which Nikkei sheltered. He could only implore she had already fled for one of the other meeting places and will wait there for him.

Meter by cadence the soldiers advanced and spread out to encircle the cabin under the iron-hard regard of the units'commissar. If anyone remained inside the cabin there will be no hazard for them to break loose, and the supplies needed by the partisans will probably be found as well…


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Nikkei quickly tossed on her great pelage, slipped on her pack and rifle scabbard, and prayed as never before in her life as she struck a match and held it to the distance of fuse-cord leading to Stephens minuscule surprisal for the fast approaching Russians.

Once the cord started to whoosh and burn off, she dropped it to the ground and fled the cabin, cleared the diminished ridge behind it and commenced a zig run for prophylactic. She used every feature of the terrain and forest to give her any masking, anything to keep her from being seen by the advancing Russians. When she finally stopped and plopped down behind a cluster of tree she silently cursed at having left her set of skis back in the cabin.

"At to the lowest degree I didn't forget my snowshoes,"she said. Nikkei looked back at the minor rooftree running behind the cabin and decided that she had to get her skis if possible, rules of order or no orders from her grandpa.

She moved as silent as a ghost and with the grace of a deer across the land. Her skill in doing so had been perfected over long years of hunt and practice with Stephen, and on occasion when he travelled to make a purchase or fix a deal that was best left unexplained to anyone else, especially someone connected to the law of the land.


Just shy of the crest she stopped, eased her rifle from its scabbard and checked her pouch to see to it the extra magazines were gear up if she needed them. m by beat she slowly and cautiously eased her way to the crest of the ridge, propped herself up on her articulatio cubiti and gazed upon the Russians below who had just arrived at the old cabin.

She softly cursed at the fact of Stephen surprise for the Russians had not yet gone off, and wondered what had gone wrong with it. Then and there she knew her skis are history as there are far too many Russian soldiers to fight…


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Stephen pulled back behind the shelter of the tree as he reloaded his Finnish KP-31 sub-machinegun, and sent out a barrage of nemesis and vilification so blasphemous the land should feature melted away. A bullet tore a chunk out of the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree mere centimeters from his facial expression as he exposed himself again, bringing up the Elihu Thomson and fired off short salvo into the still advancing mass of Russian infantry.

minute before Hannu and Kalevi had nearly moved their men into position to bring down the Russians who encroached on the old cabin. Though risky, they have to strike at their foe, the supplies cached away beneath the cabins floorboard are needed by the local partisan military force.

Sir Leslie Stephen and Joni, along with a twelve other partisans stayed back to procure their escape route if the battle turned against them…only to be surprised by the sudden arrival of two Russian infantry caller, roughly 300 men totality. Instantly Stephen ordered his men to the cover charge of the trees and to enkindle on the advancing forces.

Roughly XL or More Russians fell to the offset barrage of small arms ardour as two light machine guns scythed across them like a harvester in a wheat theater of operations. hired hand grenades added to the carnage being wrought as blast after flesh-rending good time shattered the lead Russians morale, sending them howling back down the trail…

Only to be systematically shot down by their Political political commissar who called them cowards and deserters.

Needless to say, the surviving solders suddenly became motivated to turn around and take up their luck with the Finnish partisans.

Stephen reloaded his Republic of Finland three More clip before his ammo was exhausted and he cursed as the Russians continued to advance at a very timid pace. His pistols came out and he moved from concealment to cover, hunting the Russians. The first one emerged into his heap and became the outset target he took…

In a hustle of motion Stephen cut down one Russian soldier after another as he moved among them, each of his Lahti pistols becoming an elongation of him. One shot, one killing, the Saami pattern delivered with calm air preciseness. A cluster of Russian solders charged at him from the Ellen Price Wood as he calmly reloaded his pistols, grinned and one after another, and thus reaped a harvest time of death on his foes.

Despite his herculean effort, the fight turned against the partisans.

m by meter they had to yield undercoat, pushed back by the sheer exercising weight of numbers that inevitably benefited the Russians. Their enemy kept on coming out of the Natalie Wood, an unending shower of angry enemy determined to stamp out their persecutor, even as the dead mounted in heap upon fallen flock of shattered flesh and bone.


He hoped Hannu and Kalevi had enough sentiency to scrub up the ambush and get their men to safety. As even more Russians advanced up the footpath to reward the shattered units fighting the partisan, Stephen knew in his marrow that he will not be leaving this fight alive…

He prayed for Nikkei, that she has fled and gotten to guard, and that his sins of being a smuggler of arms and early semi-illegal goods could be forgiven when he stood before the sound judgement commode of God. He did not beg for a miracle, knowing that such is beyond his destiny to deserve…

Though that is exactly what happened…


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Nikkei watched as a trio of officers ran around and shouted orders at their men to hurry off to conjoin the fight down the trail. None of the soldiers seemed willing to guide that way, having come to respect and fear the skill of their implacable foe ; not even with the sheer weight of number on their English could the policeman make them postulate the first footfall back down the trail.

One ship's officer, a commissar if she understood his rank correctly, argued with the former two, who appeared to be commissars as well, about the motive to seize the cabin and any supply that remained within it. After that, they could then go and join their comrades in the hotness of battle.

Having decided enough is enough she raised her rifle, braced the stock against her shoulder joint and aimed at the talkative commissar. The counter of her rifle was smothered by the intense gunfire from the woods, but she saw the commissar plummet to the solid ground, his skull having stopped the bullet.

The other commissar looked at their fallen fellow with wide-eyed expressions of fear and electric shock in equate measure. Within five seconds both of them joined their comrade on the ground, dead before they hit the earth.

Her world became a fuzz of motion as she steadily carried out the up-back, forward-down palm-sweep of the rifle bolt which chambered round after unit of ammunition as one Russian after another was targeted and died when she gave a gentle squeeze on the trigger.

Some fled into the woods, determined to learn their chances with the remaining commissars than face the deadly sniper now picking them off one by one. Shortly after the last entered the Mrs. Henry Wood, a furious cascade of gunfire cut them down as somebody terra incognita to Nikkei had arrived…

Thirty Russians sought tax shelter behind or within the cabin, one of them tossed Nikkei's shattered skis out the doorway with a string of curses. They began to force out away with exact stroke from rifle, pistol or their own sub-machineguns at the opposition in the woods.

Nikkei pulled a magazine from her pouch, freed the empty one from her rifle and slid the new one habitation. She chambered a round and looked down to see which one of the Russians will be her first victim….

Of course that happened to be the flash Stephens ‘ natural endowment'to the Russians went off, several sticks of dynamite secured to over thirty jerry-cans filled with gasolene concealed under and around the cabin. The blast reaped a massive harvest time of death, and left Nikkei not one living Russian to shoot.

Even Nikkei, partly shielded by the crest of the ridge, was flung away and she cursed as she and all of her cogwheel rolled downhill until a heavily tree assisted in stopping her. Clutching her bruised fountainhead with one hand, her rifle in the other, she cursed and charged back to the top of the ridge to see what else was going on…


She spotted the few remaining partisans down the trail combat to hold the Russians at the boundary of the Grant Wood, and knew if they were forced fully into the clearing behind them they would fall to the net man. The clattering of gunshot to her right indicated more enthusiast were even now engaged in a second death struggle against some other band of Russian troops.

For them she could do zero, but for the kickoff chemical group, and the man she cared for that fought like a demon for his men…she can help out in her own way…

She knelt down and braced her rifle, aimed…and commenced the second base cycle of dealing death this very day on the Russians down the trail…


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Stephen grinned like a banshee tearing across the Moor as the thundering return from the detonated ‘ natural endowment'in the cabin carried out to the horizon. He knew then and there Nikkei had fled the cabin and even now was on her way to safety.

He dropped to one stifle, partially concealed by a great rock music, and commenced to enkindle both pistols at the howling Russians that charged out of the woods. His personnel of partisans was down to him and four others, and surrounded by their enemy whom they knew would show no mercy…the sudden gunfire deeper in the woodwind instrument indicated that Hannu and Kalevi had engaged a orotund Russian party with their men, and told him they confronted a reinforced multitude or a full regiment of infantry.

Click-click…

Stephen howled as his pistols emptied and drew out his hunting tongue and pounced upon the nighest Russian, ending his life in one Sceloporus occidentalis throw. His articulatio cubiti slammed into the next soldier coming up behind him, followed by a knife thrust to the gut ; then three more Russians closed on him, rifles leveled and centre showing that they did not intend to ingest him as a prisoner.

"Come on you bastard click !"Sir Leslie Stephen shouted in Russian, prepared to take at least one of them with him…

Then one soldier lurched backward as his chest exploded in a jet of red mist, drained before he hit the priming coat. The two others turned and fled, discarding their rifles, only to die in twist as a precisely placed clout intercepted their skulls.

He watched, absolutely flabbergasted, as one Russian soldier after another died as they turned to flee or showed themselves for a moment from any cover they could find.

"Joni,"Stephen bellowed out as his old friend came into muckle, stemma streaming down his leg."God man how many of us are left ?"

"You and me Sir Leslie Stephen,"Joni said as he handed two full-magazines to Sir Leslie Stephen for his Suomi sub-machinegun."I am amercement, let's go and see what we can do for Hannu and Kalevi…"Both men startled at the audio of automatic small arms fire and light machineguns began to play in the Grant Wood, to be followed by windlessness so profound it all but screamed at them.


Within three second a striation of heavily armed men accompanied by the partisans emerged out of the woods and met with Sir Leslie Stephen and Joni.

"Stephen we keep meeting in the craziest of places,"police chief Sugar Ray Robinson said to his old mentor,"for once I'm glad I could revert the favor of you saving my tail on our hunting trips. Though it looks like your battle went well enough given how badly your partisans were outnumbered…"

Stephen ignored him as the butcher bill was delivered by Joni after determining the final reckoning of the battle : twenty dollar bill survivor with six of them injured, thirty-seven dead, which included Hannu and Kalevi. The Russian dead were beyond count at this pointedness.

Stephen ordered his men to take whatever coat of arms, ammunition or supplies they needed from the Russians and to get together the soundbox of their fallen. He set an iron-hard deadline of ten instant for this to be done before they would leave and move around arduous across the trails in the antediluvian woods.

"Joni, you take the lead and get the men to safety. Use what we already have cached and hit the Russians as you can. Usual means for contacting me when it's needed and pass the Word of God on to the others about what happened here,"Stephen told his old friend.

"Hang on a minute Stephen,"Captain Robinson said and ordered twenty of his men to go with Joni and the few remaining enthusiast."I know I should not divide my men up like this, but you guy are fighting for Finland as we are. This way, our heavier weapon system can assist with making the Russian bear bleed for all we can get out of his hide…"

Sir Leslie Stephen, Joni and Sir Robert Robinson turned to the audio of a soldier shouting out an order that instantly ended in a plaint of pain and mewling of a neonate kitten. They watched a young ma'am, rifle still in deal, calmly walk over to the old man as she muttered about ‘ soldiers who need to learn some mode before grabbing a lady that way.'

Robinson shook his head as Stephen uncharacteristically rushed over and embraced the cleaning lady in a deport hug, whirling her around and around as she called for him to cease embarrassing her in nominal head of the other men.

"Who is that with Stephen ?"Robinson asked Joni."I did not think there were any women among the partizan in this realm ?"

Joni just chuckled and shook his heading,"The wide-cut chronicle is Stephens to tell apart, but you have seen the handwork of the Snow Fox first hand."He pointed to the many fallen Russians taken down by Nikkei."Oh and your man who dared to grab her should be alright, his chestnuts will be OK despite the quelling charge she gave them."

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"gramps I forgot my skis after lighting the fuse,"Nikkei said. She dreaded the scolding she had coming for disobeying his orders."I was waiting for the Russians to will and then…boom !"she motioned with her custody, pantomiming an explosion while a sheepish grin grew on her face.

"Oh and then I spotted the Russians running in your management after I took down those three political commissar idiots that tried to rescript their troops around like fierce little terriers,"she said as Stephen and her get together Robinson and Joni.


"terzetto commissars, she took down three of the Russian commissars ?"Jack Roosevelt Robinson asked, and then he whistled when Nikkei tossed the come down commissar hats over to him, ample substantiation of her claim.

"Three commissar from a total of 30 Russians I took down. Though the political commissar are a waste material of a good bullet, easily to just thresh about a grenade or something at them…"Nikkei mumbled as Stephen laughed and Joni and Captain Robinson just shook their heads.

"Granddaughter, do not chide yourself of a kill, after all you took down that divisional commissar a few mean solar day back…"he looked at maitre d' Jack Roosevelt Robinson and nodded to the man's unspoken question."Yes she took down that Major-General your intelligence source declared suddenly, now my beloved granddaughter has thirty more foxes to add to her list…"

Captain Jack Roosevelt Robinson was handed a message written by his radio operator Corporal Hanki. It was orders from the High control for the Finnish US Army. He just shook his heading in disbelief as to what it stated the grounds in dead Russians mute testimony to the belated intelligence service sent to him and the partisans…

…to all units detached on drumbeater activities and stalwart forces engaged within the area of ninth Red Army corporation. Reliable word has affirmed that a reserve regiment of the 163rd Infantry Division has been sent back from the forepart crease to secure the main Russian provision itinerary and to conduct anti-partisan patrols and sweep. Repeat, to all units…

"Well it appears this fine slice of word has come, as they say, too lilliputian and too late for our needs, as has become the normal anymore,"said captain Robinson as he showed the content to Sir Leslie Stephen, Joni and Nikkei who was surprised at his action.

"Nikkei, like it or not you are now a source of inspiration for the troops of the front line of reasoning, just like Sir Leslie Stephen, when Word of God of what all the drumbeater accomplished here this day."police captain Sugar Ray Robinson clasped her hands in his and gave them firm'shiver of thanks.

"Stephen we need to get going,"skipper Robinson said a mo later,"This regiment has been annihilated, but some survivor may give it to a nearby outpost or garrison and land down yet more trouble on our read/write head. We can not sustain a indorse engagement such as that."

As if to stress his point, a flying of Russian bombers passed smash at that detail instant, which caused everyone to plunk for cover on the off hazard they were being looked over. Nikkei watched the planes go on their way, all the fourth dimension holding her rifle skyward and wondering if she could take one down given the chance.

"Sir Leslie Stephen, you and your granddaughter are welcome to get with us,"Robinson said,"With the way she can shoot and your power to set an ambush…"He stopped when his old mentor held up a paw for secrecy. There will be no Thomas More discussion, Stephen and Nikkei will continue on their own, seeking to bleed the armies of the Red Bear as much as they can.

"Before we division let me give you some command and advice on how to block up the Russian tanks…"Stephen filled Sir Robert Robinson in on the tactic he and Nikkei had developed and the weaknesses on the armored beasts.

Captain Robinson looked at Nikkei with unsounded respect, which caused her to blush from head to toe from pure embarrassment. He turned back to Sir Leslie Stephen and thanked him, stating he will pass this news up the chain of command. With that the different mathematical group departed and headed out on their own elect paths.



10 December, 1939 Finland Supreme bid Headquarters


The men stood around the board as they examined the updated single-valued function and compared them to the latest ingress reputation and news gathered from spies, informants, radio set intercepts and the like. Couriers delivered their satchels of substance and requests while Aidoneus for the military leader gathered here stood silently by, prepared to reply any questions or handle any task they are assigned.

One man listened and mentally crunched all the selective information told to him by his subordinate, detail from scout troop movements and battalion position to logistics and promise relocation by the Russian invaders. He asked detail questions concerning the four invading Russian Army corp - the one-seventh, eighth, one-ninth and Fourteenth - and pondered the successes his soldiers had scored, particularly within the arena of the Ninth and the savage defeat a band of partisans had inflicted just two days past.

He perked up at the honorable mention of an old legend having returned to the airfield of battle, the Ghost Bear, and his new companion, a partisan leader known simply as the C Fox. One old Heron and a new poor boy bringing hope to the land and inspiring the Finnish troops who received a monumental encouragement to their morale and fighting spirit as word of the Russian defeat facing pages with the force of a lightning strike.

When he looked up at his subordinates he understood from their looks they waited his instructions. They wanted to strike back and expunge back hard, to deliver such a savage blow to the Russian bear that his screech will be heard around the world for century to come.

He tapped the map with his fingerbreadth, outlining his architectural plan for that component of the presence facing the Russian ninth Army Corp. Each man took annotation concerning his portion of the plan, and began to detail what he needed to do for the counterplay to issue forth ; they acknowledged the odds to be long for any real winner, yet it had to be done for the sake of their homeland.

"Colonel Siilasvuo,"Field marshall Mannerheim, commanding officer of the U. S. Army of Finland, said to the one he has selected to moderate the counterattack,"Retake Suomussalimi and dispose of the Russian 163rd Division, you fly out this hour and begin operations 24-hours from now."

Colonel Siilasvuo saluted and departed to hitch his planing machine and take in his plans as the others returned to the maps and made early operose option in the ongoing war.


10 December, 1939 163rd Russian infantry naval division Headquarters

Outside the hotel appropriated by Major-General Bogdan to be his air division headquarters a lone gunshot sent the precaution scuttling inside on the dual with weapon system drawn. Once they determined that their commander was safety they returned to their station, save for the two who dragged the corpse of Colonel Hussein, latterly commander of the destroyed 662nd foot Regiment.

"Gentlemen,"Major-General Bogdan declared to the ship's officer around him as he calmly placed his smoking side arm on his desk,"Let the disk show that Colonel Hussein has been found guilty by summary motor hotel martial of treachery and dereliction of duty and cowardice in the facial expression of the opposition, not to mention outright stupidity in the conduct of field operations."

All ship's officer save for the sadistic political commissar of the sectionalisation shook as he gazed upon each one in twist,"He has been executed by orders of STAVKA for his treason. All of you understand this, one failure, one pathetic attempt to excuse incompetency or treason and I will shoot you as well."


Major-General Bogdan left his desk a moment later and headed to check the up-to-the-minute write up from the front and to cook programme for the next attack upon the illogically unregenerate fivesome. He should already have smashed their front line, torn across the waist of Finland and bisected this fascist nation. His fury became manifest when he slammed his fist on a large table that shattered under that hammer-blow, and sent the man typing out order to scramble from his chairwoman in a do-or-die bid to stay alive.

Walking into the map elbow room he howled for one of his aides to attend, and once the senior pilot appeared, began to rattle off the order for the day concerning attack path and prison term, logistics and artillery unit fire program. Of grade, with so few forces left to him, especially after the 662nd foot Regiment was slaughtered, the planning did not down too a good deal time.

The only thing that really bothered him is invoice from the Finnish radio which spoke of the legendary man called the"trace Bear'is combat-ready in the region. His unit in the revolutionary war in which Republic of Finland broke itself gratis from the motherland of Russia, aided by the Fascist Imperialists of the decadent western demesne, had faced the man and his partisans.

No matter how hard they tried to catch him, no matter the bait used or murder summarily carried out, he had not only evaded them, but carried out a campaign of demolition that decimated nearly seven division. Many a mother threatened her insolent tyke with level of ‘ the Ghost Bear will descend and get you."

A messenger arrived at his English and declared that Major-General Zelenfsev, commandant of the 44th Infantry naval division will be arriving on the eventide of 15 Dec to ‘ discuss the current matter of the front lines.'

"Tell the Major-General I will be glad to discuss the reasons he has been cooling his heel for a week when he and his division is needed here,"Bogdan ordered,"and cook a billet for him to stick as well in the ship's officer rooms on the hotels top floor."


15-16 December, 1939 Rear-area Russian Ninth army Corp

serjeant-at-law Osip slowed his motorbike as he neared the following checkpoint, and grinned as the lone sentry waved for him to stop with one handwriting, and held high a bottleful of ‘ official company coffee'( which he knew imply hunky-dory Vodka ) in the early.

Once the bike stopped he turned off the motor and placed it next to the checkpoints wooden social structure, little more than a pocket-sized, hastily built shack with a field earphone for ‘ emergency use only'by senior officers or the feared NVKD. This accomplished he moved to stand before the checkpoints officer, an old, cod and brave out worn lieutenant he did not live but figured must be an NVKD commissar or security official.

"deputy,"Osip said as he stood at attention and saluted,"I am police sergeant Osip and on messenger obligation for the Ninth Army Headquarters. Here are my orders and papers sir,"he handed them over to the scowling, stern-faced lieutenant whose eyes showed no mercy could be expected,"and I am inclined to show the satchel is still sealed upon your counselling sir."

"mulct then Sergeant,"the lieutenant said not bothering to preface himself, thus a surely sign he is NVKD."seed into the shanty and we can do the review over some ‘ functionary party coffee'while you tell me all that is going on up at the home office for the 163rd Division."


Over the future one-half 60 minutes serjeant-at-law Osip enjoyed half a bottle of the finest Russian vodka he knew to live, and revealed all he knew not only of the 163rd divisions headquarters, but of all the Russian ninth Army he had seen first hand or even get word rumors about.

The lieutenant gently challenged him on each level, asking the same question from different Angle while he expressed doubtfulness here and there about the veracity or loyalty and dedication of police sergeant Osip. The drunken, thoroughly terrified Sergeant was coherent in every point, which pleased him to no end, and even more so as he saw the courier's message satchel remained sealed with the decal of the Ninth United States Army senior commissar.

"Sergeant Osip you have done your tariff to the country of origin and the Soviet trade union admirably,"the lieutenant said. serjeant Osip smiled and stood to leave ; he never saw the Lahti handgun that moved to just shy of his skull, nor heard the gunshot that killed him.

After disposing of the body deep in the woods next to the real police lieutenant who had manned the checkpoint,"sergeant-at-law"Sir Leslie Stephen, wearing the overcoat and uniform of the courier, climbed onto the minibike and headed down the road to ‘ deliver'his goods to the 163rd divisions HQ.


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Four time of day later Stephen left the hotel which had become the 163rd division plain main office. He learned of the dire fighting they had undertaken when ordered by USA main office to retreat, the continuous molestation by Finnish partisans and even army personnel on their supply lines, and more detailed information that he intended for later exploitation.

Before he departed he collected from the in high spirits base where the aged policeman of the military headquarters slept a small talent for Nikkei. Taking the back stairs down to the large parking garage behind the hotel he evaded the few half-awake sentries on guard obligation with contemptible simpleness, activated his ‘ endowment'to the Russians and quietly fled into the Nox to where he had stashed the motorbike.

He was far down the road when his ‘ giving'caused no end of pandemonium for the 163rd division.

As he motored on down the back track and secondary winding roads on his stolen motorbike, Stephen grinned as old storage returned concerning the go war. Compared to his passion for hunting and deal making ( in illegal arms and other good such as Vodka banned from being exported ), only the joy of killing Russian soldiers once again surpassed them.


16 Dec, 1939 rear-area Russian one-ninth ground forces corp

Within the sheltered depths of an old pit and earth-covered house Nikkei listened to the radio and absorbed the latest news program of the war. The affectionateness from the roaring flames in the fireplace reminded her of better winter nights with her dead class, and she was gladiolus to be gratuitous for a time of the cold winter night just outside the house.

Sir Leslie Stephen had gone off ‘ to encounter out some details'that he understood from the message broadcast to partisans by the diverse Finland tuner stations. For the hundredth time since he left she looked down to the pistol at her position, hoping she will not need it if the Russians or other troublemaker discovered and entered the old house.

As she devoured her meal of a thick, plentiful, spicy, meat-stew and some semi-stale bread with butter and jam she shook her head in skepticism. The League of Nations had tossed the USSR out of its membership, and many of its phallus nation representatives made with child speech of aid and blazon being prepared for shipment from the many Scandinavian and European governments to Finland.

The daily news from Helsinki radius of partizan under the leaders of the ‘ Ghost bear'and ‘ Snow Fox'which had annihilated the Russians 662nd foot Regiment completely with minimal loss to the Suomi forces involved in the battle…an exaggeration that irritated Nikkei due to the true number of old family friends and associated who were lost.

When she took another bowling ball full of the stew from the kettle stewing over the fire the in style news program of the battle on the Mannerheim line came through. Apparently the Russians launched a three-division assault, and in a 40 hour pitched battle were repulsed, less than 1200 Russians escaped from their force of 35000.

She and Sir Leslie Stephen, wherever he had gotten off to, had been doing their part of harassing the Russians - taking down lone trucks and a couple of armoured combat vehicle, disabling artillery electric battery that passed by and she took a perverse kind of delight in taking down the courier on their motorbikes…the phone number of them had been dropping off over the by hebdomad, evidence of her having culled the herd with ruthless efficiency.

inside information from the battle for Suomussalimi were broadcast. The 27th foot Regiment of Finland had executed a concatenation of daring ravishment from three different directions, isolated and destroyed key units of the Russian 163rd foot Division. That unit, plus the 44th Infantry division were being harassed and worn down in non-stop raiding and skirmishing that the Finnish Army excelled at.

She grinned at the mention of Suomussalimi being back in Finnish hands. Then the news spoke of the Finnish U. S. Army and partisans ‘ using new and wonderful weapons'to carry on with the Russian armour ; the very proficiency she and Stephen developed a few days ago - a bottle of alcohol and gasoline with few other things mixed in to make it into a sticky gasoline gel, and then a gas or oil soaked rag that is tied to it and lit just before being tossed at the tank.

Net result…one cooked tank car, especially if you can hit the locomotive engine, internal fuel tank, or the commonly mounted barrel of backlog fuel mounted on the after deck.

Stephen returned a few minutes later as she cleaned out her stadium with a chunk of bread. She watched him strike to the fire and take up a bowling ball of stew and sit down next to her, his slurred coating and hat showing clear signs he had been involved in some kind of affray earlier in the night.


He moved over to the roaring fire and stood before it to warm up."Nikkei I have found out that some ‘ special visitors'will be passing through this expanse in the next few days,"he said to her with a smiling of pure wicked delight."The 163rd Division had been retreating through the 44th segmentation and the solid domain is in complete chaos. Both divisional commandant are stagnant, having been at the 163rd's HQ when the hotel went up in flames…literally !"

He chuckled at that, just as he had chuckled soon after visiting the 44th segmentation depot of provision trucks parked in a relatively unguarded lager. 30 transactions of measured work delivered spectacular results, he had just finished crossing the lone bridge on the roadway when the entire curtilage of ammo and provision-laden hand truck went up in a chain of ball of fire from the small bombs he had liberally placed on their fuel tanks.

So great was the chaos generated he was able-bodied to infiltrate the guard hutch on his side of meat of the span and trigger the demolition charges the Russians had emplaced just that day encase the Suomi regular army pushed the Read Bear back across the river. As if that had not caused decent chaos and damage, a flight of steps of Finnish Air Force planes swept his side of the river road, damaging and destroying over threescore vehicles and damaged countless others.

Getting back to Nikkei took some time, longer than he anticipated, but a few ‘ borrowed'minibike from a few now deceased courier helped out.

"It appears the Ninth army corps commander for the Russians is coming in soul to visit the rationality for the delay in ‘ conquering these decrepit lackey's of the Imperialist Mae West,"he laughed and shook his mind at such falderol,"superior general Dashicev will be here in a few days and we have a chance to ‘ greet'him in proper partisan style."Here he mimicked with his hand a side arm being fired off, the bullet delivered between the generals eyes.

"Nikkei I found out there will be some ‘ special visitor'coming through this surface area in the next brace of Day,"Stephen said to her with a wicked smiling."I found out the 163rd partitioning has been ordered to retreat and the 44th partition is sitting on its haunches per edict of the NKVD. It appears that General Dashicev, leader of the one-ninth Army corporation of the Russians will be making a tour of the front lines."

"How…how did you find this out grandpa ?"Nikkei asked, timid if her grandfather was pulling her leg or if he was telling the trueness. She just sat there and shook her head in awe at his audacity as he explained all he had been up to while gone. Then he told her the word she never dreamed of hearing, but confirmed by two suppress hat he pulled out of his firing and tossed into her lap…

The hats which belonged to two now deceased Major-Generals.

"That one belonged to Major-General Bogdan, the one you missed a brace of weeks ago,"Stephen said to her with a teasing grin."The early to Major-General Zelenfsev, I found both of them discussing a rather efficient mean to counterattack our U. S. Army. They never paid attention to the fact a ‘ Russian army courier'might deem it worth the time to take out the commanding officers of their various class when the opportunity presented itself."

He showed her the solicitation of papers, programme and early selective information he had taken from the now destroyed field headquarters."I got this poppycock for our force before my ‘ gift'to the Russians went off…"

"Grandpa, what…what did you do ?"she asked, unsure if she wanted to hear the write up. One thing she had come to hump of her granddaddy is he had a fighting spirit that shone brave and genuine, and could be as remorseless as any murderer when upshot called for him to be. She wondered if in metre, and if she lived to see the end of the war, she will become the Saame way…

"You remember the ‘ gift'I set for you to use back at the cabin ?"Sir Leslie Stephen asked and grinned at the scowl of pure vehemence she gave to him,"Imagine a fire hand truck parked within the service department connecting that old hotel, a fuel truck that had some sticks of dynamite added to ensure that the ensue surprisal would be…spectacular."

"Now that the span is destroyed, the generals gone, and near of the 44th Divisions supplying are no more, our position will own a much soft fourth dimension disposing of them,"he clenched his fist and grinned while his cold eyes blazed with perfect hysteria and delectation at the impending triumph for the Finnish forces in the area.

"Do you want a Russian Army corp General added to your kills or not ?"Stephen chuckled at the ferine grin that grew on Nikkei's face."Good, we will head out soon enough, but first I have something to take care of…"

Nikkei watched him remove a low box-like bundle from the tooshie of his backpack and head for the door."Grandpa what are you doing ?"she asked, the concern audible in her voice and visible on her face.

"I'll be coming back shortly Nikkei,"he said and then became deadly serious,"emphatically this time follow my fiat, at the first mansion of danger seize your appurtenance and flee as fast as you can. No leaving your skis behind or coming to find me alright ?"He waited until she nodded,"You know the group meeting places we discussed before, as I have said, if you have to take flight capitulum for one of the six location. The zealot already know to keep on and eye out for you if our travels turn for the worse."


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sea captain Robinson and his handful of men moved with extreme precaution as they swept the meeting blank space for any signs of an ambuscade from Russian forces. His men on the flank indicated with hand signals no one was in the area. His soft, nauseate expletive seemed to echo across the wooded hills.

"Where in the human beings has Stephen gotten off to this meter ?"Robinson declared. He nearly had a middle attack as the sound of a pistol hammer being eased back into place filled his ears. The embodied next to him who still had a length of inhuman sword placed under his jaw did not propel an inch.

"You're getting sloppy Captain Edwin Arlington Robinson,"Sir Leslie Stephen said as he pulled both pistols away from the men, sliding them back into their holsters."I've been shadowing all of your men for the last half hour ; you did not even see the Russian patrol waiting for you just down the trail…"

"What patrol, we did not see any planetary house of a patrol - ours or theirs ?"the corporal exclaimed in sheer outrage at such a title being made.

Stephen pointed over his articulatio humeri to where six Russian infantry lay dead."Like I said, you and your men are getting soggy. Now let's get down to business as quickly as we can. I paid a visit to the 163rd infantry sectionalization headquarters and got these newspaper publisher,"he tossed Robinson a lowering satchel bag filled with vital selective information,"before my talent to them went off."

"Somehow I should have known it was you behind that,"headwaiter Robinson said with a grin."We will get these to Suomussalimi and then to Army Headquarters."He handed the satchel to the corporal, turned to speak with Stephen and discovered he had disappeared back into the woods silent as a ghost.

"I hope this information is as vital as Stephen thinks it is,"Captain Robinson said to himself.

He had no idea just how useful and vital it was to Field marshal Mannheim, whom gave off a shout of triumph that shocked many of his subordinates…


18 December, 1939 England

In the Marguerite Radclyffe Hall of Parliament men of power and authority sat, or stood, around the long table discussing case, ideas or examined the great wall-mounted map which dominated the room. At the insistence of a lone man, the only one who dared to chomp away on his trademark cigar, commenced to give up their portions of the design in concern to the Finland-Soviet War and the surrounding Nordic nations.

Many of the High Command, Ministers and Parliamentarian looked at the cigar-chomping man with shock, surprisal, unbelief and apprehension for one to resolve such an audacious scheme. They listened as he delivered his grounds for the program, why it will win if implemented in time, and the greatest of increase towards thwarting Germany and its powerful war machine.

"Gentlemen,"Mr. Churchill declared while he thumped his clenched fist on the table,"We must aid Finland with all the supplies, branch and ammo, planes, tanks and troops we can while denying the government activity of Germany the most vital resourcefulness they need. Iron ore, the ore supplied to them by Sweden and shipped via Norway ; we will work both problems with one expedition…cut off the mines from Deutschland and have a vital path to move our relief forces on into Finland."

Churchill concealed other, long range program currently unfolding in Germany that may gain an unexpected harvest in the hebdomad to come…especially one concerning chancellor Hitler…

Many in the Senior dictation approved the initial outlay of the plan, and made a few testimonial here and there, seeking to refine it into a workable outline. Even Prime diplomatic minister Chamberlain gave his reluctant favourable reception after an extensive debate on International law and intervention of neutral and independent lands.

Only one man dared to stand in opposition to the plan, and even then only to assume a ‘ devils advocate'position.

Minister of War Hore-Belisha stood and rapped his fist on the table to gain everyone's attention."Distinguished gentlemen,"he began,"recall that we and French Republic have been warned via the government of Switzerland that Germany will involve any bearing of Allied troops within the borders of Norway or Sweden as an attack upon mainland Germany itself and result in immediate retaliation."

"It appears there is an intimate concord between Kingdom of Sweden and Federal Republic of Germany ; for our agent and contacts are even now reporting that shipments of small weaponry, machine guns and light cannon, plus significant amounts of ammo have even now crossed into the mete of Finland from Sweden."Hore-Belisha emphasized each point with a smacking of one hand into the other."This appears to be done via Field Marshal Goring, and with the financial support of Chancellor Adolf Hitler. If we interfere with an invasion of Noreg and Sweden we will risk sundering the Sir Ernst Boris Chain of provision going to Finland…lose that and commie USSR will win by sheer weight of number."

Winston John Churchill looked upon the diplomatic minister of War with center that blazed in righteous madness. Standing, he slammed his fist on the table and locked gazes with his adversary."Understand this, the fate of Finland and of the free world are tied together as one ; here are my arguments as to why the plan must go forth…"

The debate raged long into the night and well into the future dawn before the meeting came to a end ; nothing had been decided, to the letdown of many.



18 December, 1939 Deutschland

He sat behind his desk and paused, stunned by the news contained in the top secret report in his paw. He read it three to a greater extent times, examining each detail and fact and supposition for the least sign of conjuration or of the facts being deliberately misconstrued or manipulated.

His aide stood by, having sensed something of great significance is going on in the mind of his leader, and thus he will be here to see chronicle made.

The man closed the account and laid it upon his desk, shocked by the order of magnitude of weakness to be found within his ‘ ally'of the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics. He looked at his aide and gave off a rapid-fire chain of parliamentary procedure and sat back in his chair as the immature maitre d' ran off to gather the officers so indicated.

Thirty bit later Chancellor Adolph Der Fuhrer stood before his collected staff in the meeting room that adjoined his office. For over six hours the encounter continued, with premier Hitler demanding grueling answers from each man, save for marshal Goering, whom nodded at the unspoken head concerning the clandestine supplies being sent to Finland via Sweden.

In due gild a plan began to come forth for the opportunity that lay open before them, one which grew greater with each time of day Soviet Russia bled on the snowy field of operation, hills, and woodland."valet,"Hitler said,"We have a halcyon chance that story and destiny gives to one people to change the cosmos every millennium ; the arms bought by Sweden will continue without suspension, and we shall increase our gift of military news to Finland."

prime minister Hitler walked over to the bombastic wall map and rapped his fist hard on the border of Finland - Russia."That is where Russia and the communists will be bled Patrick White, and here,"he slammed his fist heavy lower on the map,"is what we shall do…"

The gathered men looked upon such a bold face and simple concept with equal measures of awe, shock and hunger, for indeed a halcyon opportunity - one filled with peril and extreme peril true - had arrived to deliver an soul blow to their ancestral enemy.

"Chancellor Adolf Hitler,"declared General-colonel Keitel,"with your approval we will commence to hold preparations."

Hitler nodded and then said to the departing officers and parson,"This information changes all we have expected, the downfall of Russia is at script once and for all…the expiry of a tyrant will soon occur."

As he turned to expect out the window he never understood how prophetical those very words happened to be…



20 Dec, 1939 rear-area of the Russian ninth Army corporation

Nikkei paused as she and Stephen neared the top of the hill and motioned for him to do the same. She strained to peck up the sound she heard a moment before and then grinned when it became clear, another Russian courier on a motorbike was making his rounds along the primary road.

Stephen smiled and motioned to a spot halfway up the hill, a cleft in the rock'n'roll surrounded by rich shrubs and trees which made for a near-perfect snipers nest. He motioned to a prominent boulder surrounded by larger tree where he will cover her as she took down the courier ; from long practice both reached their location, shed their skis and had their respective artillery - the Suomi KP sub-machinegun for him, the master-crafted rifle for Nikkei - readied for business.

A sudden wave from Nikkei told Sir Leslie Stephen something else was imperfectly, as she looked shocked for the first time since the war began. When he looked through the botany and onto the master route he understood completely her shock…for an strange convoy worked its way ever so slowly down the road long since churned to mud and debris due to the near ceaseless traffic and pace of the tanks.

Four motorbike guards led the way for the convoy followed by a lone, light-armored tank, a staff car that was made for a high-ranking military officer, possibly a field of operation marshal, visiting the front lines. To the back of the convoy, four more minibike mounted guards completed the entourage. If not for the presence of that storage tank, no matter how small compared to its armored brother, he would take had Nikkei engage the staff car while he took down the motorbike mounted guards…

"If not for that blasted armoured combat vehicle,"he pumped his fist in pure defeat that such a great prize is getting away, only to substantiate his misunderstanding a moment later…


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Nikkei lined her sights upon the two large, fuel-laden, highly-flammable, gun barrel of the light tank car. For once she was glad to have a magazine loaded with Stephen ‘ peculiar ammunition'for such an occasion. She kept adjusting her aim to right for the decelerate crawl advance of the armour beast, growing more impatient with each second that Stephen mulled over her taking the gibe or for the two of them to withdraw.

From the corner of her eye she saw Stephen pump his fist, their agreed upon signal for her to begin any lying in wait they have established. One final adjustment on her leading the tank car, and a appease hug of the trigger…

Bang !
Bang !

Twice she worked the rifle deadbolt in her palm-guided, up-back, forward-down traverse movement to reload for the next stab she would ask. She paid the armored combat vehicle no more heed, swinging around to the staff car even then breaking and sliding across the frost and mud covered road…

Bang !

The staff machine left-back tire shredded from the heater impact, the incendiary charge igniting the golosh material almost instantly. The resident of the faculty car leapt from the vehicle as the minibike safety device leapt to report one man in a black greatcoat…the gleam of the morning sunlight off of his rank lapels denoted him to be a true prize, maybe the Russian General her grandfather rundle of arriving ahead of schedule.


She changed cartridge holder, palmed the rifle thunderbolt and chambered the foremost round of regular ammunition she used. The sound of the Russians firing with side arm and sub-machineguns blindly into the surrounding kingdom did not cause her any alarm…

roar !

The tank firing a 76mm shank round into the woods barely 50 m downhill from her localization did get her notice…

She rolled to one position of the sheltering stone as a bit carom round slammed home closer than the endure. Her ear pounded from the deafening haphazardness, bones hurt and gut felt as if it had been reduced to mush. The steady tap - tapping of Sir Leslie Stephen's Suomi sub-machinegun told the narrative of dead Russians and his crusade to distract the tank…

BOOM ! ! !

The force of the blast bodily lifted Nikkei off the footing like a rag wench. With capitulum still ringing like a cacophony of church Vanessa Stephen she half-moved, half-stumbled back to the fissure in the stone and gasped at the sight before her…the faculty car and most of the motorbike had been reduced to twisted metal while the destroyed tank poured forth a bellowing pillar of flame high into the aurora sky.

Stephen moved from Tree to tree, boulder to boulder, aiming his snap to pin down the Russians who sheltered behind the boulder. There, they are safe from his fire for the time, but not from Nikkei…

Shaking, she fought to unbendable enough to draw a beading on that important Russian officer. No matter though, one safety device or another kept his consistence between him and her…until…


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Sir Leslie Stephen moved as a touch across the terrain, steadily closing on the Russians berth, determined to accumulate the Russian military officer as due requital for his showing up in Finland. Here was the opportunity of a lifetime, to take down a full-fledged Russian ecumenical or field-marshal…or if he can be captured, the boon for the Finnish army will be…

smasher !

quartet more shots followed in quick succession, and then came a foreign composure only parted by the continuous yowl of the flaming tank car. He grinned at the preciseness workplace of his granddaughter, moved carefully to the boundary of the woodwind instrument and prepared to cross the road. Stephen wondered what information that might benefit the Finnish Armed military force awaited his discovery on that dead officer's carcass…

The sudden reaching of two squadrons of Russian light source bombers and fighters which passed low and close over his perspective changed everything. There is no way they could give birth missed the massacre that had been inflicted on the small but important caravan ; especially as the armoured combat vehicle still burned like a blowlamp with a column of smuggled smoke clawing ever higher into the sky.

He rapidly retreated back into the Wood, and raced to Nikkei to help her get ready for a degraded, backbreaking and long march deeper into the woodland trails. Three to a greater extent Russian aircraft squadrons passed overhead, and he prayed that none of the pilots would face down and recognize him or Nikkei…if they did there will be no escape.

Nikkei scrambled around the hillside, staying under the forest canopy for concealment. She watched the skies as the Russian airplane circled back around and wondered if they had seen her or her granddad.

A short whistle caught her attention and she watched Stephen waving to her, point down a smaller side trail that snaked among the wood, and pushed off with her rod, pressing to keep up with the hard tread he set for them.

They pushed onward fasting and hard to increase the space between them and the lie in wait site. Then came the clarion call of a account or More of planes high overhead. At the edge of a magnanimous glade they watched the K aerial battle then being waged high in the skies ; a terpsichore of end between the Suomi and Russian Air power so far above the earth…

contrail swept the clouded sky, here moving in a straight line, there they curved and spiraled until one or two at a time ended in clouds of contraband smoke. Outnumbered by eight to one the Finnish pilots pressed home each of their attacks, savaging the Russian shaping that sought to spend a penny it past them, only to cascade out of the sky and into the merciless hold of the earth.

It ended in less than ten minutes during which Stephen counted the Russians had lost xvii champion and football team hero. From the trails of fateful smoke which departed to the east, at least twice that number of planes had been damaged ; he hoped every one of the Russians crashed on the way back to their bases. As for losses on the face of Finland, he could not tell one way or another.

Two hours later as the brace stopped to bewitch their breathing space, having covered nearly seven kilometre, Stephen gave Nikkei a arch smile and asked,"So my granddaughter, what shall we use to tick your taking of that tank ?"

"How about a squirrel grandad ?"she replied. To her astonishment he agreed, and when they set camp that night among some old ruining he added five low dodger and one squirrel to her growing tally of putting to death recorded on the rifle.

"Grandpa,"Nikkei said, and then hesitated, still shaken by the close up call with death at the bridge player of the tanks returned fire."Who would the Russians send to the front personal credit line escorted by a tank car, and so many minibike passenger ?"

Stephen paused and rubbed his hand over his chin as he mulled the question over and over. Finally he reached the only logical conclusion that fit the evidence of such a van moving with minimal guard."The only thing that makes good sense was either a new Divisional commander or possibly the commander of the Russian Ninth Army Corp, General Dashicev whom we have been hunting for. Either way we, or I should say, you, have done much to disrupt the Russian regular army in this area."

He scuffed up Nikkei's hair with his hand despite her honest travail to stand him off,"ejaculate now Nikkei we have to promote on before we make clique. There is an old hunting society, or I should say what's left of one, where we will hole up and figure out what to tout up next."

"Grandpa is there any chance I can get a Bath ?"Nikkei asked, not expecting any form of good news show in the matter.

"The post originally had hot water piped in from the topical anaesthetic springiness, and if I recall correctly the finish time I checked they are still working. I'm not promising anything Nikkei, but if you want a hot bathroom I'll do what I can to ensure you get your hot bath for Christmas…"

Stephen shook his head and moved to enamor up with Nikkei, who raced on down the trail determined to hold her hot bath."Never underestimate that girl…so much like me after all…still a terrific old day, and one to a lesser extent major pain of a Russian loss leader to be concerned with."

In a handful of days Stephen and Nikkei would chance upon who was in the still-hunt convoy. Yet the strand of outcome unleashed by their efforts will take longer to unfold and forge not only the Winter War, but the biography of tens of millions of the great unwashed across Europe and beyond.


22 Dec, 1939 STAVKA headquarters, Moscow

chancellor Stalin watched from the high up balcony of STAVKA HQ as the lighting police squad prepared for the next troll of executions. Normally the sight of such bloodletting would appease his sadistic fury in minutes, but not this evening. No, this evening the origin would flow in red stream across the land. The incompetents who had allowed such disgrace and embarrassment to deign upon the USSR had to be expunged permanently for their crimes.

Iosif Vissarionovich Dzhugashvili slammed his clenched fist on the stone railing repeatedly, angered beyond sensibility or reason. He had sent his minister of religion of Defense, Marshal Voroshilov to get together with Ninth Army corporation air force officer General Dashicev and get to the stern of the mess at the front lines. The one-ninth Army corps should have sliced Republic of Finland in half at the waist workweek ago, yet had not advanced Thomas More than sixty kilometers across the moulding, and if the reports are true, two elect foot divisions had been destroyed by a bold and reckless Finnish counterattack.

He watched as the excoriate men, the military unit who was to travel with marshal Voroshilov to the figurehead lines, were brought to the wall five at a time. The leader of the firing team executed each control with well honed preciseness, his men fired on command with no faltering and the next in line to be shot had the accolade of dragging their dead friends away before assuming their spot at the wall.

The fortune of marshall Voroshilov and general Dashicev was made known to Stalin only an hour ago while he had his dinner. So hot was his fury he personally stormed his way to where the bodyguard of Marshal Voroshilov were barracked, entered their commander's office and summarily shot him dead for his crimes against the state.

60 minutes after hour he stood on that balcony as the execution continued well into the night. Once the last man of the escort unit was disposed of, the destiny of those NKVD troops who failed to fasten the roadway followed.

Until the news of the Marshals death had arrived, few dared to dispute his decision to invade Finland and to restore what soil rightfully belonged to Soviet Russia and USSR alone. Even Sverige and Kingdom of Norway began to accept their uncertainty about standing up against Soviet Union on the side of Finland, until the mankind wire and radio Robert William Service had announced the death of Voroshilov.

Combined with another crushing triumph scored by the Finnish Army against the Russian violence fighting it out on the band, many world loss leader now pledged to support Finland in any way possible. And now Germany, the apparent ally of Soviet Union, had begun to send out out antenna to the Scandinavian governments to see if German ships bearing arms and supply for Finland would be permitted passage through their territory.


Once again Stalin seethed at the continuous perfidy heaped upon betrayal of the humanity res publica against the rise of the USSR, and of the supremacy of the world by Communist forces. They refuse to see and distinguish the inevitability of his cause and crusade, to bring the world into a communist golden age no issue the toll in stemma and fire.

"No the war will carry on on,"Joseph Stalin growled, his anger still stoked to levels beyond comprehension,"More men and tanks will be sent, more airplane dispatched and we will defend on until I have victory over the Finnish who dishonored me in 1921, or the last Russian declension dead on the field."

Stalin never moved until the last prisoner were executed well into the future days dawning.


24 December, 1939 Suomi Supreme bidding main office

For the first time since the war with Russia had commenced Field Marshal Mannheim allowed himself to give off a chortle and a grin at the bad joke one of his Hades told. He returned to the maps and reports laid out on the tabular array before him, listening to the unending delivery of memoranda, content, intelligence operation and so forth.

On the 22nd of December the Russian seventh USA corporation threw itself at the Mannerheim defensive line, a full force of nine foot divisions, three armored combat vehicle brigades and a lightsome armor army corps of armored cars and loyal tanks. The Soviet general had come up with a crafty plan, cross the ice-covered lakes where armoured combat vehicle and armored fomite could work and tear long lines of infantry-bearing sled ; former units would mount a simultaneous assault from the res publica and overwhelm the defenders.

A brilliant design that would have worked, save for the Finnish scouts and saboteurs operating in the Russian rear-areas who discovered the programme and troop movements…exactly as the intelligence gathered by the ‘ Ghost Bear'had indicated.

Forewarned the front line commanders had railroad engineer rig up a massive surprise for the Russian assault - remote-detonated explosives combined with the usage of their pre-registered heavy trench mortar and the new backbreaking anti-tank cannons ( which had arrived via Kingdom of Sweden ) that lined the fortified positions along the shoreline.

The Russian attack began with a monumental ten-hour artillery barrage followed by the first wave of Russian troops surging across the ice. Explosives and artillery decimated the Russian forces, sending tanks and sleds into the watery deepness below shatter ice. The armored vehicles and tank car that did hand the survived this were crushed by the anti-tank gun for hire and the infantry who joined in the unilateral slaughter of the lakes.

The res publica engagement had been a much closer matter, thirteen hour of satanic combat that left over two-hundred burned out tanks and grand of Russian dead stacked like cordwood. The Finnish armed forces had paid a honey price for it, yet the newly deployed strange military volunteer made the difference in quantity and quality…some 25000 scout group from Hungary, Italy, Kingdom of Sweden and Noreg plus a sprinkling of other nationalities, heroes each and every one !

Field reports combined with intercepted contagion programme in the earn from the Russian one-seventh army Corp headquarters nearly matched. For all intensifier determination the seventh regular army had been destroyed in that one great winner-take-all battle.

Then just after midnight on the 23rd the Russian resumed their offensive magnetic north of Lake Ladoga. Five infantry sectionalisation of the Russian Eighth Army Corps, with heavy cooler and artillery unit support, assaulted the weak-appearing Finnish positions with a capital deal of enthusiasm and decision ; only to detect out they had struck hard into a multi-layered, multi-supporting region of bunkers, heavy weapon, automobile gun nests, minefields and anti-tank ordnance which shredded the Russians in less than seven hours.

Again it was the foreign volunteers who helped spend a penny the difference, another 20,000 mix-bag of nationalities whose military skills and expertise allowed them to fight as punishing as his Finnish U. S. Army scout troop ! Even the air battle went dramatically in their favor, with twenty-one Finnish Air military force planes downed for ninety-seven Russian. The overlooking universal for the Eighth Army very politely stayed in his field central office when a six battery barrage of Suomi heavy artillery landed on its position.

field of study marshal Mannheim softly chuckled and looked at his amass officers."Our troops, the foreign Volunteer violence, and the supply of implements of war and ammo from Sweden, Norway, Italy and Hungary are making the difference of opinion ; how ironic that so much of the demise we bring down on the Russians has been supplied by their very own ‘ ally'Germany."

"battlefield Marshal,"one of Mannheim's Pluto quietly said and handed over a series of content course for him. He read them quickly, one of them respective times and looked to his intelligence chief who nodded and grinned like a beast. He just stood there in shock, unable to believe for a clock time that two partisan - the Ghost Bear and coke Fox had doubled their late coup over the Russians.

"My God Above thank you for this keen gift you have given unto us all,"he said and bowed his head in a abbreviated prayer of thanks and praise. The ratification of reinforcer - reservists and foreign volunteers - to stiffen the Finnish withstander facing the ninth and Fourteenth armies was outstanding news show, and now this gift on Christmas Eve truly was heaven sent.

Marshal Mannheim made a note to give birth those two partisans decorated if Finland managed to sustain on and win the ongoing war.

"gentleman's gentleman,"he called out, his voice instantly cutting through the cacophony of interference loud and distinct.

Once he had their attention he read the bug content and after the applause and cheering ran its track ordered it to be broadcast over national radios. The marshall shook his fist in triumph, knowing then and there the war with Russian Federation had turned and turned for the better…he gave that some due consideration…

"mountain pass the word to all our front bank line forces as well, but indicate they are to be doubly vigilant at this news show,"he said with all due seriousness,"The Russians will not forget nor forgive. We can expect them to dispatch even more strengthener and faster than ever to see to it our land is crushed once and for all."

"Understand this much man,"he continued, his iron-hard regard locking on every man and womanhood in turn,"our side has won many smashing victory and the good Godhead has delivered the foeman leader into our hands as well, but we have not won the war. Our greatest battles may well be ahead, thus I am ordering our military force who are facing the Ninth and Fourteenth Russian USA Corps to tighten their defending team so we can pin those power in place."

"Gentlemen, I sense a bully change is coming in the air, a storm greater than anything we have ever seen will hit and change the world."Mannheim grinned, never understanding the storm would be one of blood, fire and steel coming down on their opposition in short order.



25 Dec, 1939 rear-area Russian one-ninth regular army corporation

Nikkei slid deeper into the steaming water and reveled in the vivid estrus and soft wave that lapped across her abdomen and breasts. She twirled her fingerbreadth in the weewee, generating ripple that spread out and glistened in the soft lantern twinkle ; such a unsubdivided talent she wanted for Xmas, a hot bath, something she took for granted before the war began…before her worldly concern turned upside down and slammed to the land with brutal intensity.

For four Clarence Day she and Sir Leslie Stephen had been cooped up in the ruins of an old hunting hostelry that actually had water piped in from a nearby hot spring. The low moaning of the blizzard reminded her of old trace stories her father would separate near the open fireplace, shadows dancing on the walls as he moved about, often making animal phantom with his hired man in renditions of ‘ dick and the Wolf.'

One impregnable billow of malarky that pounded on the threshold blocked by an old sofa and desk, to prevent promiscuous entry by anyone in the area, reminded her that not everyone was enjoying such a bounty as she on the birthday of the Prince of peace. most of the old lodge lay exposed to the elements, but enough remained, such as the washup way she occupied, to put up decent shelter…once they dealt with the bear out of the spot that had taken up residency.

As Nikkei reached for the rag and soap Stephen had thoughtfully laid out by the tub for her, she smiled at the fond memories of bear-meat stew…although having to manhandle the wolf 300kg carcass outside so it did not stink up the rest of the place hardly made it worth the endeavour. Her being capable to get a hot bath and rid herself of days of grime and dirt made it worth the effort.

She gathered a rich lathering of soap on her men and the rag, and then slowly began to call off down her face, neck opening and arms. The accumulated soil and tension built from the start of the war eased away bit by bit, and she could relax for a clock time, free of the upkeep and memories of the wider world.

On one breast she softly swirled the rag in sensuous circles that advanced unto her swollen mamilla. sensation both old and new flowed into her mind, awakening desires she had never allowed herself to fully research or to even talk about with anyone. Her oculus closed and a soft gasp passed her open mouth as a slight shudder played along her body ; the heat of the water accentuated the pleasurable wave which flowed one upon another along the very fibers of her being.

Her free hand came to rest between her breasts, and the fingers slowly snaked their way downward. Once there, they began to caress and tease and please a percentage of her trunk that sent her unto the heavens with sensuous bliss that she could only equate to the Sung dynasty of the celestial choirs. Nikkei sensed her essence thrashing faster and faster as her breath quickened, line thundered and her organic structure came alive in a rainbow of star that could not be described.

She pushed her fingers into the depth of her womanhood as far as she could ; determined to draw out each bit of joy possible. Of class she was still a virgin at the age of eighteen, unlike so many of her Quaker and former close kin…none had desired to be with her since she was found out to be unable to have children, thus making her the despite of the village and a bad matrimony prospect.

The wild, raw, primordial billow of flaming and heat caught her off safeguard as a thousand thousands of universes cascaded before her, uncounted probability of what may be and could be, and then collapsed back into the here and now as she screamed her pleasance to the human race when her dismissal hit.

Her hands covered her mouth as she blushed deeper than ever before in her life, wondering if anyone had heard the noise…and blushed even abstruse as Stephen burst through the room access with a drawn handgun, lost his ground on the slick floor and tumbled face first into the bathtub with Nikkei.

He pulled himself out of the tub and shook his head like an old shepherd dog, sending a cascade of body of water across the room."I'm soaked,"he moaned while looking at his drenched wearable, shook his foreland and hoped enough firewood remained to dry them by the fireplace - though they would smell like wood smoking for days."wagerer they smell of Mrs. Henry Wood locoweed than that of an old and wet sheep dog like me…"

"grandfather, are you alright ?"Nikkei asked as she leaned over the boundary of the bathtub. When Stephen looked at her with an embarrass grinning she gasped, clutched her limb over her bareheaded titty and slither trench into the amniotic fluid while a hot flush surged deeply and red across her already affluent cheeks. All she wanted to do was fade away and go away ; her judgment torus in different directions, desires playing a thousand melodies at once while she fought to domesticize the confusion.

On the battle field sniping at the enemy she has mastered her emotions to a fine degree ; but in the matters of the heart, she has never encountered such as she faced now. She lowered her question but could not tear her eyes away from him as he pulled off his shirt and wrung the pee of it…the iron-hard muscles of his lithe frame, crossed with a roadmap of scar acquired over a lifespan of asperity and battle, flexed with each twisting made upon his shirt.

He whipped the shirt a few times to get any remaining droplets free and grinned at Nikkei."Sorry Nikkei I had thought that a bear or a Russian had gotten into the bathing room and I got careless again…"

Nikkei was unable to believe her spike, for her grandpa never apologized for anything."Grandpa you didn't foul up or get careless I just…well, I was doing something and…"

"Well my granddaughter I have to admit,"Stephen said while softly chuckling,"that is one way to ask a man to fall in you in the tub, though I'm not for sure both of us would fit. Although I could try if you insist…"

He laughed at the precious little squealing sounds given off by Nikkei at his suggestion. Though as he left the way to change and dry his cloths, the sparkle that danced in her eyes spoke bulk to his experienced heart and mind.


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Tap - tap - tap !

Stephen pulled the lowly punch away from Nikkei's rifle and examined the latest short fox-marker added to the wooden stock. Feeling the smoothness of the indentation he coated the exposed woodwind instrument with an amber hued stain, when dry it will glitter with a honey-gold texture as any light played across it.

"One to a greater extent of so many dodger added, I had taught my granddaughter to hunt for cervid, Sus scrofa and bear."Stephen gave off a cryptic, disgusted sigh at the nothingness of destiny and ill-fortune."Instead she has become a hunting watch of Russians who have raped our homeland and steal her future. All those age ago when her family adopted her…."

His brain drifted into memory of his lost kin all those years ago when they had adopted Nikkei after she had been orphaned. No one knew where she had come from, even the authorities failed to find out the parents of the petty missy found wandering alone in the Sir Henry Wood, her clothing covered in blood…

A lady friend of true whodunit who had grown into a fine young woman ; one that he wished he could have given a life of peace to instead of the curse war the Russians had forced upon all of them.

In the background the static-filled program of Finnish and Northman tuner post declared their holiday wishes and greetings, and then transmit the common updates of the war.

"To all of our members of Suomi's armed violence engaged in the desperate struggle to protect our homeland from the barbarians of the Soviet coupling. I and all of our people thank you for the commitment and forfeiture of so very much you have give for us, and may on this day when we celebrate the birth of the Prince of peace each of you find rest from this endless suffering inflicted by the Russians.."

Stephen half-listened to the radio receiver stable filled broadcast. He heard the particular given of the majuscule struggle fought on the Isthmus and near Lake Ladoga on the 22nd and 23rd ; the Russian seventh and Eighth Army corps had been stopped, shattered and scattered before stubborn Finnish ohmic resistance"assisted by unpaid worker who support our cause for freedom and self-determination as a majority rule against the autocratic might of communist Russia."

"We wish to confirm that in the last workweek the Russian army jar violence of the Russian Ninth USA Corps has suffered extreme point setbacks due to our land's army, air force and enthusiast active behind the foeman lines. It has been confirmed that the one-ninth Army has lost their commandant, one superior general Dashicev along with the curate of Defense for the Soviet Union, George Marshall Voroshilov who had come to the front end lines to see first-hand what had caused the Ninth Army to be held up in the field."

Stephen turned his wax care to the radio…

"My mate Fin's our beloved solders and subject fighting behind the lines have demonstrated loud and acquit to the human beings why the Ninth Army, along with all other Russian Army Corps, has failed to squeeze our Carry Amelia Moore Nation. In the death of the Defense Minister Russia has learned the lesson we will never give up and never afford to their military force of enslavement. And so with each engagement we undertake against the Russian invaders, we bleed them and hemorrhage them more, until the day will total in the near future when they will include licking and seek to work a just and good peace."

"May the time soon come when we can tell in full the actions of the two known as the Snow Fox and the ghost Bear ; may God keep open them condom and wield them as instrumental role of jurist against our ancient enemies from the barbarian lands of Russia."

Stephen whistled,"So that is whom Nikkei took down after the army tank exploded ?"

He imagined how Nikkei would trip the light fantastic around like an ale-drunken bee after hearing of the prize she had bagged. The death of general Dashicev was receive news show, and showed his guess as to who occupied the faculty car in the caravan they had ambushed. Yet the destruction of E. G. Marshall Voroshilov, Russian parson of Defense, truly marked the capital prize any partisan sniper could hope to grade light of Premier Stalin.

He gently cleaned the rifle with an old rag, gently removing the least vestige of filth, dust or oil his work may cause left upon it."I made this for my dear Nikkei to hunt deer and bear with, and now she ahs been forced by this war to turn a hunter of men. I wish her parents could see her now…"


He fought back the tear that threatened to follow as his heart lodged in his pharynx. His nestling and grandchildren, plus all his friends there save for Nikkei are all gone. His cult at the Russians redoubled in an instant.

"Tomorrow I have to go and ‘ see what is going on'again ; hopefully this time Nikkei will not assert on coming along with me."He looked at the small heap of provision that had been cached away in the cellar of the old hunt lodge. While Nikkei had been taking her bath he had gone down and brought the solid food, cloths, ammunition and other sundry good the two needed as they hunted Russians.

Also, as he had hoped, the two small-scale sleds he had stored among other goods in the memory cache remained intact and untaken. At to the lowest degree he and Nikkei could carry more commodity on them than they can just upon their back. Plus he had new batteries for his small radio a friend had built a few years ago…

That slight transmitter has proven to be a true wonder. Incredibly pocket-size, lightweight and reliable, he can use it to relay or have voice and Morse-code signal. His old friend in the United land who made it was a generation ahead of his time, and a simple attachment allowed it to be powered by a hand-cranked generator-system.

When the tensions between Soviet Union and Suomi had begun to increase, he and his fellow smugglers plus some of the contact lens they had within the armed forcefulness began to plan and train. Thus a relay-chain of a form exists to fade info and instruction manual along to those who needed it ; they always are sent in brief contagion of Morse-code to avoid return detection by the Russians.

former information, order of magnitude and the like are broadcast five metre daily by the government over the world radio receiver broadcasts. No issue how much the Russians may try, only the leaders of the enthusiast in specific areas behind the occupation possessed the necessity codification to understand them.

"All for the comfortably then,"Stephen softly said to himself."It's preceding meter we bleed these Russians as badly as we can and forbid any Thomas More topsy-turvyness falling upon our heads…"

He stopped mumbling at the sound of Nikkei's ghostly stride desegregate with the crackling of the flames in the fireplace. His gaze moved to his clothing hung over the rachis of two old hot seat near the fireplace, the heat slowly drying them out after that dip in the tub.

Returning to the rifle, he observed that each division has been lovingly cared for by Nikkei. Stephen nodded his commendation, delighted that she had remembered all he could teach her of such matters.

Wrapped in a thick cotton robe, Nikkei sat before the fire and continue towel her pilus dry.

Stephen looked up at her, the light from the flames caressing her in a whirl dance of light source and shadow. He saw her chewing on her grim lip, obviously troubled by something, or more likely what had happened between them in the bathing room.

"Nikkei what's bothering you my dear ?"Stephen said and laid the rifle down on its white-furred scabbard."I can tell you are worried or troubled, so please assure me and if I have wronged you somehow…"

He scooted next to her and looked into her tear-filled eyes as she turned her gaze unto his.

She opened her robe to queer her bared belly, thigh and breasts for him to see, hoping that he will not turn away from her wordless interrogation. One hand came to rest on his red boldness, the oestrus flowing into her mitt as she began to caress his iron-hard, weather-beaten, scar skin in such a aristocratic way that it twitched with each soft and delicate stroke.

"Nikkei I did not mean to offend you earlier…"Stephen's words ended when she gently touched a fingertip to his rim. She pulled her hand away and shed the gown from her body, then leaned onto her hip, sweeping her legs back behind her at the knees and propped herself up on one arm. With the other she took his script into her and entwined their fingers.

Stephen's eyes drank in every sensuous and piano curve of her body, the voluminosity of her yellow-brown hair's-breadth, flabby blue optic full of life and bother mixed in equal measure, the steady rise and fall of her exclude bosom. As his regard descended to her most intimate of treasures she shifted her leg enough for him to see her bared muliebrity and the slight spark of wet already gathered there on her skin and surrounding hair.

"Nikkei what are you…I mean…"for one of the few times in his living, Stephen found himself at a loss for words as his learning ability flared to ashen callousness. He could not think this is actually happening and with his honey and only surviving granddaughter…

"Grandpa I want this to be my gift to you,"she said to him. He could listen the love and heart in her voice for him, something that had been there for years and only now did he empathise in full…his adopted Nikkei had fallen in lovemaking with him long ago and now sought to move their relation to the next level.

"I have forgotten since the war began what it meant to be alive and disengage of worry and anger,"she said, her heart releasing a lone tear down her impudence."I want to be your demo granddaddy for tonight, to remind us both what life means ; I don't expect to take a crap it through this war, so much death has already come close…and with that tank firing at me…"she shuddered at the memory of how stopping point she had brushed with death that day.

She moved to Stephen and sat down on his lap with her pegleg crossing behind his back. Her one hand brought his to reside on her bosom ; the mere touch of his skin on hers sent a tingle and frisson blazing across her being. When he began to caress her boob, teasing more and more fervent waves of pleasance from her body, she leaned into him and all but melted away as the soft blow does before the flames of a fire.

He kissed her cheek and softly blow hassock of his heated breath on her neck. Stroking her hair he looked once again into her eyes and seen the passion and jumpiness playacting against one another."Are you for sure this is what you want Nikkei ? You only have one first time in such matters and I want you to be absolutely sure…"

The violent bosom and fiery kiss she gave him answered all his questions.

So it was that they entered the oldest of songs, and fulfilled the oldest dance of all, two nerve and two soundbox coming together in one ; the cries of heat and primaeval expiration echoed throughout the old laying waste until Sir Leslie Stephen released his life history germ into Nikkei, and then collapsed from the exertion. The two cuddled and caressed one another while sharing loving smiles and whispering words meant for them alone.

An minute later as Nikkei contently slept away, her gentle snore coming together with the crackling flame, Sir Leslie Stephen gave her a smile and softly kissed her on the brass before laying down for his own rest. He made sure though that his pistols and hunting tongue were within well-to-do grabbing aloofness if they were needed.


28 December, 1939 Suomussalimi, Finland

Colonel Siilasvuo returned the courier salute and dismissed him with a fooling wave of his hand.

Two daylight ago he had been alerted to important instructions that will arrive at his headquarters ; and given the current weather that raged just outside the hotels thick Edward Durell Stone walls, it had to be something between extremely urgent and insane for a courier to be risked in temperatures, snow and winds that were the worst in show history.

Since him and the twenty-seventh Infantry Regiment, now reinforced by three additional regiments of reservists and foreign Tennessean, he had waged relentless guerrilla warfare to phlebotomize the Russian Ninth US Army corp white and confine them to this area when from all accounting they could have been used on the Isthmus during the last Russian assault.

However the Russians had dug in deep and still managed to sustain him from mounting a successful strike across the river. He could defend and not aggress, and the same for them…a frustration that grew all the more with each passing play day. Even his raiding parties had met with minimal success, lay aside for sniping at the Russians who hid in their lace positions.

Only Captain Robinson and his men, aided by the partisans led by the old colonel Stephen and his adjutant called"snow Fox"have scored monolithic succeeder upon achiever upon success. When he considered the report of the old colonel, commonly known as the"Ghost Bear'in the conclusion expectant war, it is petty wonder the man leads and coordinates the partisan to such a record, even as he and the coke Fox carry out their own two-person crusade upon the hated Russians.

He opened the packet and withdrew out the big bucks of documents and photographs, and whistled when he gave the top page - lodge from domain marshall Mannerheim himself - a cursory glance. They explained in legal brief and concise item that major reinforcing stimulus were expected to be arriving inside two weeks for the Russian Ninth Army Corp…

Colonel Siilasvuo raged, cursed and complained as he stormed out of the old hotel which housed his field headquarters. He shouted above the howl wind for his senior officers to pull together around him as he woke his device driver to take him down riverside…he had been forbidden from launching anything stronger than raid across the river to slice apart the remaining military capability of the Ninth Army while sentence remained. So he had chosen to inspect the forward defenses and check the Russians received a warm welcome when they struck.

As expected, the defense mechanism were warm and growing stronger with each passing game day ; with log and Harlan F. Stone bunkers housing political machine gunslinger, anti-tank shank and fighting stance for infantry. former spot inside the town had already been made ready…when the Russians struck the river and snow would be red with their blood.




28 Dec, 1939 Berlin, FRG

"Ah yes, I will subscribe to this one here,"admiral Donitz said as he looked over the beautiful gold-chain necklace set with alright rhomb. He held it in both hands and admired the fiery bursts which came out as the light played across each gemstone. The jeweler had promised the natural endowment would be crafted to perfection, and so he had achieved yet again with the giving for his dearest wife.

"Klaus what do you think of it ?"Donitz asked of his escort and driver. He moved around to front the man so he could see the rattling magic wrought by Karl, his personal jeweler and one of the few men he called a dead on target headmaster of that trade.

"admiral, as always Mr. Karl has outdone himself, you have chosen the gift well for Mrs Donitz and she will probably be pleased beyond measure at your gift of heart for her."Major Klaus, polite as ever turned back to watching the entrepot and all of the people within it, plus those who paused even for a second to look through the storefronts windows. His script never strayed far from the grip of his pistol.

The strait of femme fatale caused everyone to bend and determine the street as the motorcade of Chancellor Hitler began to hap by. Donitz looked at his watch and smiled,"Punctual as always, I noticed some work was being done on his vehicle last night as I left the post. Did you remember to have that looked into Klaus ?"

"Yes sir, I had it checked out by naval security department, and the Gestapo Major in charge of security ensured me when I appeared in individual that ‘ a small problem had arisen and was even now being fixed.'Most unusual accent mark though for the man,"major Klaus never finished his sentence.

Admiral Donitz expression changed from delight to shock and then abject horror as the Chancellors car came into sight, and disappeared in a thunderous explosion that tore the vehicle asunder. John Roy Major Klaus took the brunt of the shockwave which blew out the shopfront, killing him instantly along with Karl…

Donitz coughed, choked and gasped for air amidst the roiling clouds of dust and skunk. He made his way out to the street where many vehicles burned, and all too many the great unwashed lay on the land in pools of red. One look at the twisted, burning remains of the Chancellor car told him there would be, could not be, any subsister ; but he rushed over to see if against all odds his nations leader had somehow survived.

The military escort swarmed the surface area to gain command as fast as possible ; one officer threatened Admiral Donitz until he showed his armed services papers and then took control over the scene. All too swiftly the accuracy was confirmed when the fires of the Chancellors car were extinguished at long end.

chancellor Hitler was bushed, assassinated by a dud placed within the car that had detonated the gasolene tank.

"So it has been accomplished,"admiral Donitz said, sad and shaking his top dog in disbelief, a wonderful act for the interest of visual aspect to the masses. His personal agent, unity loyal to him and him alone, had penetrated the meshwork of Russian undercover agent and factor that existed in Berlin…and he knew who controlled them as well…

He never expected their program to work. Now that it had, his allies in the German government would ensure his succession to the Chancellorship and, as promised for the support of Goering and his faction, would deal with Soviet Union once and for all…of class he still had to piddle a ‘ speech sound call'to the mastermind behind this mad plot to ensure his own survival.


30 December, 1939 Moscow, USSR

Everyone in the room jumped at the single gunshot that seemed to growl and bound about the encounter elbow room for the senior high bidding of the Russian Armed force. Quickly they resumed their position of entire attention, each expecting to be the next one personally gunned down by the man at the head of the table…

"Comrades I believe my degree has been duly made,"Prime Minister Joseph Stalin calmly stated as he holstered his pistol. He gave a nod and two NKVD guards rushed over and dragged the eubstance of General Voroshilov, who of late had been recalled to Moscow for ‘ buck private reference regarding the war.'

"I will stomach no Thomas More bankruptcy in the affair of this war with Finland,"he growled,"each day our nation loses yet to a greater extent influence, esteem and position around the populace. I have since the failed offensive of 22-23 December given decree for massive reinforcer to deploy in the region of the Seventh and one-eighth ground forces corp, we have peace with the Germans and thus our battlefront with them is now reduced to mo and 3rd absolute building block ; the elite forces being redeployed will be in place by the end of January, when the final offence shall begin."

"The ninth Army corporation shall conduct limited offence ; they have consistently failed and thus will not be of any more John R. Major usage."He smashed his fist onto the table many multiplication to punctuate his point.

Stalin went on for some metre berating the man for all manner of sensed slights and secret plan being carried out against him and the Soviet pairing. His rage grew to such tiptop and depths that many of the men gathered feared he would either die of a stroke ; or have everyone shot down on the spot by the sub-machinegun wielding NKVD bodyguards who circled behind each man like a watching and waiting vulture.

From one side of meat an officer appeared, delivered several subject matter forms to Stalin and then bolted for his life after being dismissed with a passing wave. As he scanned them his temper swung from rage to outright joy back to a simmering, stewing craze that promised end to somebody before the Nox passed.

"man,"Joseph Stalin declared with a force composure and smile while holding up the third message anatomy in one hand,"as I stated, we have peace with FRG and now it is guaranteed for some time to arrive. Our factor in the German High Command have confirmed the news being broadcast over the radio."

He paused and grinned,"Hitler is numb. Someone managed to order an explosive twist inside of his panoplied car, and acerate leaf to say the carnage wrought was phenomenal. admiral Donitz has been sworn in as the new Chancellor of Germany and thus will take away many months to fully dispose of his rival and gain ground full controller over his nation's governance."

The staff officer and rector shouted and cheered at the tidings of Hitler's Death, and gave off cry for the long life of chancellor Stalin, the Soviet mating and the inevitable domination of the world by Communism. By almost world-wide spontaneousness they began to sing the national Song of Russia, their commitment and opinion in their crusade having been reconfirmed by the population at large.

Wisely Stalin withheld the two other message that arrived at the same fourth dimension. They detailed the social movement of full general Timoshenko and Shaposhnikov, the newly appointed co-commanders of the Suomi Front. During the flight to headquarters near a secured drome the plane carrying them, escorted by twelve fighters, was jumped by a declamatory number of Suomi fighters.

Every one of the Russian pilots fought until their planes went down in flames. Despite their best attempt, the sheet carrying both generals had been shot down as well with no survivor. Once again the leaders of his armed force had disappointed him, and the written report of flagging morale among the infantry along with some unit of measurement on the edge of mutiny confirmed the officer were deliberately failing, seeking cause to drum out him once and for all from power.

Something inside of Stalin snapped, his cult breaking out in volcanic proportions.

None of the jubilant officers before him knew what hit them when with a nod Stalin had his bodyguards cut them down to the last. He summoned his personal aide and demanded a fix document, which once he signed with a few fooling virgule of his pen, was sent to the NKVD communications commissar and dispatched.

Within forty-eight hour the blood bathtub had finished, completely decimating the Russian armed strength higher command and replacing all officers of Major or higher social status with Political commissar. He gave new orders to all of the Russian armed force play ; any hint of disloyalty or deficiency of proper communist flavour will leave in that man's entire platoon or companionship being summarily executed en mass.

Joseph Stalin never understood just how deadly he had misjudged the unfolding chain of events his rabidity and lust for stemma would unleash in short order…


30 December, 1939 Germany, OKH high gear control

Admiral Donitz, newly sworn in Chancellor of Germany and all of her people looked out the windowpane of his office and the pristine snowfall from the late storm. Just over twenty-four hr ago Chancellor Hitler had been assassinated by a bomb calorimeter planted inside of his armored staff car ; in short purchase order the Gestapo had discovered and captured a bunch of Russian spy and agents who caused Hitler's death.

Their execution warrants were the low gear matter taken tutelage of by Donitz after taking the oath of office. Now he had a monumental choice to make, one discussed long into the Night by him and the High Command. He had been cognisant of design being drafted, on Hitler's orders, for an invasion of Russia…he wondered if Hitler had been aware of his pending destruction, not that it mattered now.

Hitler's expiry at the hands of suspected Russian agent, proven or not, gave them the legal and moral Justice Department for the invasion to occur. The major humanity leaders, even those of Anatole France and Britain, had been contacted via direct or third-party transmitted cables of the plan to address with USSR and Stalin for their perfidy in assassinating the German Chancellor.

Many had responded with the usual condolences and various grade of admonishment of Russia.

From Jacques Anatole Francois Thibault, the Daladier authorities response was confused, drawn and uncommitted one way or another. That came as no surprise to Donitz, having anticipated such from the flash the cablegram were sent out.

What did daze him was that from England, or more precisely the two cables received from England. One from the parliament condemning Soviet Union and urging heartsease negotiation are held between USSR and Germany to resolve this subject ; the latter, and thus the most crucial as far as Donitz was concerned came directly from Churchill…


To the chancellor of Germany, Admiral Donitz,

In business to the thing of Union of Soviet Socialist Republics and their evidence barbarity to the right behavior of relations between governments I say this much. So long as Marshal Goering continues to supply arms to Finland via Sweden and no interference with our own arms shipments to Suomi comes about, we wish you God fastness and critical victory over the godless Russian regime of Stalin.

"Gentlemen,"premier Donitz began as he turned to face the gathered senior high school statement,"most of our forces are in place already since the invasion of Poland and we have managed to secretly increase our force-out there by a large degree. Have all of you discussed and familiarized yourself with the plan and boilers suit goal ?"

Each military officer in turn affirmed his role and detailed any end minute worry, inside information and so forth. Satisfied that all is in office Donitz sat behind his desk and signed the orders laid out before him…

"valet"he said,"Operation Wotan, the invasion and wipeout of the Soviet Union, will start at 12:01 a.m. on 10 January, 1940. Stalin has inflicted pain and blood upon us, and now we will pay him and his people back a million fold."

Joseph Stalin sewed the wind with the seeds of war in Republic of Finland, and now he will glean the harvest of steel and blood and fire born of the whirlwind coming back upon him.


30 Dec, 1939 England, unknown region localization

"Thank you for the call,"John Churchill said into the sound,"it had been most unexpected but delicious none the LE and I wish you victory in your movement against Russia."

He hung up the phone and sighed at the string of consequence now coming forth to realization. The Russian-Finnish war promised to run USSR white as Finland continued to hold up vernacular sense, logic and belief in their consistent crushing of one Russian U. S. Army corporation after another in horrendous engagement around their nation.

Even he had listened to the growing tales told on the radio of such hero as the C Beelzebub, Ghost Bear and the Charles Percy Snow Fox. soul who had managed to impose peck slaughter at key clock time and localisation on the Russians, and both co-commanders for the Finland Front perished with intelligence information given to the Finland Air effect from Britain.

Of course, the assassination of Adolf Hitler carried out by disloyal German language who assumed the British agent who controlled them were actually Russian, had yielded a instance to save the horse opera cosmos. Soviet Union and Germany will bleed each early Patrick Victor Martindale White, and by the time they deal with one another, Britain and France will be ready to face the German US Army who will occur at them.

As a historian Churchill understood all-too-well what forces of death and end he has unleashed, but for the sake of a unfreeze future and saving tens of zillion of lives, he chose the lesser of two evils set before him.

One other affair caused him no end of concern ; the simple fact of full admiral Donitz being able-bodied to range a direct call to First Duke of Marlborough's ‘ unavowed'placement meant the man had agents all over England. agent that for some reasonableness he used for his own inscrutable purposes and never shared with his associate Germans.

Churchill shook his header, mentally replaying the conversation Bible by Word of God he had with the new chancellor of Federal Republic of Germany. He examined each nuance, mannerism and flection for the svelte edge it may have him in any time to come traffic with admiral Donitz. The sheer ability, temerity, and cunning of the man were incredible to hear and witness as he described to Churchill day of the month, time, plaza and conversations of English incursion agent and spies who had manipulated the Russian agents into assassinating Hitler…

Donitz had shielded the English factor from his colleges in the Gestapo, and delivered to the side embassy in Switzerland for repatriation. Winston S. Churchill folded his hands together and tapped his fingertips one upon another as he tried to decipher this complex enigma enshrouded within a conundrum that represented Donitz…no matter what ; Donitz had proven to be an adversary worth watching very, very closely.


8 January, 1940 rear-area Russian Ninth ground forces Corps

political commissar General Kolya stood on the houses front porch and watched the first stars of the night emerge in the crystalize sky. It reminded him of the pocket-sized farming small town he had grown up in, and many others he had been based near or within since the Revolution and subsequent dominance of the Communist party.

Of course this particular Finnish community of interests, once called summertime Mist, had been exterminated in the first hour of the war. These people had refused to see the inevitable, that their government had been corrupted and taken over by the Imperialists of the west and thus they had paid for the treason of the Finland authorities who refused to comply with the lawful requirement of Moscow.

"Unbelievable, in the middle of this war we have such a wonder as the night to see,"he stated to the aides and to Commissar Major-Generals Romanoff and Cranston, commanders of the 51st and 58th infantry sectionalisation."Now then, I have plans set out for dealing with these troublesome partisans once and for all…."


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From a wooded hill that looked down on the remains of summertime Mist Sir Leslie Stephen watched with piercing interest the cluster of collapsible shelter and vehicle which marked the Corps headquarters unit. The collection of police officer standing out in the cold told him gaudy and clear that they were senior Russian commanders ; ones that would learn a final and very lethal lesson.

He and Nikkei had learned of the headquarters new emplacement from one of many minibike riding couriers they had disposed of since Dec 25. Her fad at the mere thought of Russians standing amidst her old home only was surpassed by his own, and tempered by the chance to score one more John R. Major victory over the invaders.

The Finnish radio receiver stations conducted their regular updates of the war, now reduced to a string of violent skirmishes on the straw man lines and aerial battles between the Republic of Finland and Russian air forces. The messages sent to partisan units behind the lines confirmed this, plus directed them to take up as severely as they can when opportunity presented itself.

He looked over at Nikkei's locating to his rightfulness and slightly up the hillside. Concealed among a clump of rocks, Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, shrubs and a snow cloak set up as a hunters blind he could barely make out her outline as she lay as low to the undercoat as possible. With a gesture he informed her to pip when the proficient opportunity presented itself.

Stephen returned to watching the camp with his binoculars, noting a rumbling band of trucks passing behind the commanders'tent…




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commissar superior general Kolya turned to face the slow convoy of trucks that snaked its way up the road and passed his collapsible shelter. One stria of NKVD personnel riding in the back of a truck saluted as they passed, as did the following and the next after that. His heart surged in pride at this grand showing of proper political spirit and allegiance to the land which he will use to breathe in and terrorise the Russian infantry into proper shape.

On his desk sat a pile of reputation that many units in his mastery were in almost mutiny, having refused to comply with lawfully given orders by their new NKVD officers. All of the old officers had been, as per Stalin's rules of order, been executed ; though Kolya included all of the officers and not spared the police lieutenant and headwaiter as Stalin had done.

Two days ago he had assumed control of the Ninth regular army Corp and now he has to contend with this rising ; and if report card are true, it is spreading like wildfire in a drouth stricken forest through the Russian Army…especially with unit of measurement being sent to reinforce the Finnish Front.

He turned to the two divisional commanders and waved at the passing hand truck,"Gentlemen these are the honest sum and soul of the state ; you will whip the men of your new whole into shape and then we shall deal with the partisans…"

He cringed as one passing truck repeatedly backfired.


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Nikkei watched in her rifles scope the officer who strutted around like a grand old cock about to be sent to the kitchen for a vacation feast. A man who thought himself to be a genius or leader of men, and instead he is just one more than cock - fat, proud, arrogant and filled with his own self-worth…and about to pay the price for that uttermost hubris…

She squeezed the trigger…

rush !


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political commissar Major-Generals Romanoff and Cranston watched in slack-jawed horror as their commander toppled forward as a puppet cut barren of its strand. The main office guard, gathered officers and staff looked at the ruby spot that flowed from beneath the fallen man across the white Baron Snow of Leicester ; for an eternity of metre they could not force their dead body to move, horrified at having death visit them so far behind the forepart lines…

An timeless existence that lasted all too long when they were in the mint of the shooter…


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Up-back, forward-down went the rifle bolt as Nikkei chambered a new round. She aligned the crosshairs on the next officer, one among many, who stood around in frozen terror…

knock !
Bang !



Twice more her rifle barked, the noise covered by the incessant backfiring of the motortruck. As per Stephens design she immediately backed from her view, pulled down the snow cloak and worked her way down the hillside with him. Inside ten arcminute they were skiing intemperately and firm to repeal the area.


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Colonel Idenorph, NKVD commander of the headquarters guard watched the three generals fall one after the following. He called out warning of a sniper and looked in the direction of the backfiring truck which had a man who held his pistol in the counseling of the fallen generals.

"There in the truck, the gunner is in the truck,"he bellowed out to his assembling men."Shoot them down, all of them…"

Instantly the twenty men who had assembled by this time leveled their sub-machineguns and afford fire, tearing the truck, driver and NKVD safety to tag. A grenade was lobbed into the spread out backside and reduced the fomite to twisted alloy and a roaring fire that marked the tomb of two score of state of matter security personnel.

A gunfire to his rightfulness dropped one of his men to the ground, mortally wounded. He turned to see NKVD troop jumping down from the hand truck that followed and assumed a coup was underway by two-timer to the state."Cut them all down, everyone of the traitors…"

His concluding command ended in a gurgle and spray of blood as a flare-up of bullet tore his breast open.

topsy-turvyness reigned as factions of NKVD soldiery tore into one another, leaving account short and many more wound upon the snowy ruination of Summer Mist. This pandemonium only escalated when Captain Edward G. Robinson and his men stumbled onto the vista, already prepared to bust the headquarters, and swept the place clean of any survivors.

After destroying anything they could not convey off they departed as silently as ghosts and reported to the Finland senior high instruction another success for the ‘ Ghost Bear'and the ‘ Snow Fox,'who initiated the pocket-size civic war at the headquarters.


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Four minute and several klick later, Stephen hugged Nikkei and scuffed her hair in praise. They set off for the next hidden cache and protection from which they will plan the next tap against the Russians.

"Grandpa what do you think all that gunfire was about after we left ?"Nikkei asked of Stephen.

"I imagine the Russians were killing one another off,"Stephen shrugged and grinned,"or a bunch of our soldiers arrived in time to charter reward of the topsy-turvyness you created and exterminated the entire home base and that convoy of trucks. Come Nikkei we have to cover a lot of terra firma tonight and I want to get going while we have the moonshine to lead us…"

With that they moved off as silent as last amidst the deep woods.




9 January, 1940 STAVKA headquarters, Russian Soviet Federated Socialist Republic

The coconspirator gathered for the final sentence, knowing they are entrust no topic the outcome. One by one each went over his role of the architectural plan, the part of his flock or government department, and the wet timeline they had to maintain to the min once everything began.

One small-scale disruption in the program, one slipup of any kind and it will be all over. But the stakes of their failure would be the death of Russia and imposition of a German warlord and governance over the fatherland for God alone knew how many generations.

The federal agent of the NKVD had recently received confirmation of the German fortify personnel gathering en plenty along the German-Russian frontier in what had been Poland. An immense force of mechanized foot and of tank, airplanes and bombers…an incredible fist of atomic number 26 prepared to crush home into a counteract Russia.

Normally the armed force-out of Soviet Russia would be sufficient to deter the Germans, but now mutiny was sweeping the four U. S. Army corps stuck within Finland and others enroute to Suomi or still on the frontier had joined with them. Commissars had been killed, elections of new officers held and notices sent to STAVKA in the clear…

The troops will no longer succeed orders given by Stalin or his men and called upon the Germans to invade and liberate their homeland from the oppression of Communism.

The Germans promptly responded, declaring to the world they will begin their ‘ liberation of Soviet Union'unless Stalin steps down or is removed before 10 Jan, 1940. Each had cringed as Donitz explained on the wireless that he held only Joseph Stalin and his henchman, and not the Russian soldiers or Russian population responsible for the character assassination of chancellor Hitler…

So the conspirators knew what had to be done : liquidate Stalin.

"We have to do this tonight, and we must win, or we lose the country of origin to the Germans."General Zhukov, the lone general to come through Stalin's madness, told the gathered men."Give the orders, in one 60 minutes it begins…"

With those words the men departed to save their homeland.


9 January, 1940 Irving Berlin, Germany

"General has this been confirmed ?"Chancellor Donitz said into the telephone. His staff waited in tense muteness, each one wondering if the events being reported in Russia are avowedly ; and if not on-key, will their chancellor give the final order to commence the invasion of Russia.

"Thank you,"Donitz said and slowly hung up the telephone. He breathed deeply, turned to his staff and smiled in true delight."Gentlemen, the newsworthiness have been confirmed, Joseph Stalin and his henchmen are idle and General Georgi Konstantinovich Zhukov has been sworn in as the new chancellor of Soviet Russia. The purchase order have already been confirmed by our listening billet and agentive role in Moscow, all conflict save for local self-defense is to finish immediately inside Finland and a ‘ request'made to our government to mediate peace talks between Suomi and Russia."

"ordering are to be sent at once that the encroachment of Russia is hereby cancelled."Donitz saved his smashing surprisal for last as he held up a letter delivered earlier by the embassador of Switzerland."I have here the personal letter of Winston Winston S. Churchill who has accepted our fling of a return to the status-quo of 1939 between our state. We will crawfish out from Poland, though it shall remain as a liege government in our sphere of influence."


"valet,"Donitz continued,"we have peace at last and Germany has become a humanity power once again. The insult and opprobrium inflicted upon us in the Great War has been erased forever…"

With that the Chancellor dismissed his men and returned to the day to day grind of running a governance. He did pause briefly to contemplate how the future will go from here on out. Peace has come to Europe as far as Federal Republic of Germany is concerned, though Italy's dictator Il Duce is making his common blustering disturbance about Northern Africa…

"Let the man face the British and French alone if he is stunned enough to choose them on alone,"Donitz declared.


10 January, 1940 rear-area of Russian ninth Army corporation

In the profundity of their sheltered camping ground Stephen, Nikkei and police captain Esme Stuart Lennox Robinson listened to the voice of field of operations marshall Mannheim come unmortgaged and distinct over the radio receiver. They could scarcely believe their ears…

"To all citizens and soldiers, foreign military volunteer and partisans who have been involved in the defense of our motherland against the effect of a tyrannical Russia ; this day, a nifty day of celebration for us all, I am glad to proclaim that the tyrant of Russia, Premier Iosif Vissarionovich Dzhugashvili is dead. His successor Prime Minister Georgi Konstantinovich Zhukov has ordered all Russian forces are to quit hostilities at once after a massive monstrance of the Russian the great unwashed collective resolve led to their solders refusing to accept orders anymore."

Nikkei looked at Stephen, hoping against hope that this is not a dream she will shortly inflame up from…

"The Chancellor of Germany, Admiral Donitz, has graciously extended the offer of his government being a neutral intermediary for pacification talks to be held by congressman of Finland and Russia. This proposal has been supported in the net hour by the authorities of Britain and France and the United States. Lady and valet, as will be confirmed in shortsighted order by the governments official broadcasts, our valiant battle of democracy against communist tyranny has come to an end. Our forfeit have been bang-up, but God has saved us in the end. We acknowledge the cause of all who defended our native land on the nominal head lines, and from behind enemy argument, heroes such as the Snow Devil, Snow Fox and touch Bear. Ladies and Gentlemen, the war is over…"

The remaining Holy Scripture were drowned out by the collective shouts of joy and joy by Nikkei, Sir Leslie Stephen and Captain James Harvey Robinson and his men. Nikkei leapt into Stephen strong implements of war and kissed him as hard and long as she could, knowing that at long close she and he will riposte home and work up a new life in the hereditary home of their people.

"Grandpa…"she began only to be hushed by him.

"Nikkei please call me Stephen,"he insisted upon,"as soon as we can we will head home, or anywhere else you wish to. I have several properties across the region from my…other natural action,"he rolled his centre to the heavens at the total of money he had stashed away from being a contrabandist.

"Grandpa…sorry, Stephen…"Nikkei said,"That old hunting lodge. We make it our family and see what we can urinate out of it for the future tense. I'm tired of hunting Russians, and I want to put this nightmare past me once and for all…"

"Sorry to break up the romantic osculation and such,"said headwaiter Robinson with a panoptic grin,"but I have orders to see the two of you to Field Marshal Mannheim at once. He wants to see the both of you ; it appears you have made a rather uttermost impression on the man…"

Walker Smith shook his headspring and stopped talking as Nikkei and Stephen headed to their shelter, determined to have a private celebration of their own."It can wait a bit, it can wait…thank God the war is finally over."

So it is that the maiden clash between eastern United States and West, between Communist Russian Soviet Federated Socialist Republic and those who love to be unloose has come to an end. The madness of Iosif Vissarionovich Dzhugashvili has ceased, the mighty and unstoppable Red Bear beaten, humiliated and humbled by one nation united for the defense of their homeland, and due to the courage and decision of the ones known in history to do as ‘ Snow Fox'and"specter Bear'account has changed forever…

The long feared European war ceased before it even began as Germany brokered a lasting serenity treaty between Russia ( now led by Zhukov ) and Finland. All territorial gains and pre-war claims made by the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics were fully dropped, and the final examination international border established under the heart of neutral political party from the United States and Holland, Kingdom of Belgium and other shaver powers.

Germany and England entered into an uneasy truce with one another, born by Prime minister of religion Churchill having gained a ‘ grudging respect'for Chancellor Donitz of FRG, who forged a number of industrial and trade hatful of mutual benefit to the two state the great unwashed. Though many doubted the commitment of the new German language chancellor, his subsequent regaining of Poland and the Balkland states to good reign helped ease these doubts in the end.

Italia's dictator Mussolini made his usual kick and threats to restore the greatness of the original empire of Rome across the estate of northern Africa. He dismissed the warnings of France and Britain as ‘ small barks and yip of defeated Empires.'

Chancellor of the Exchequer Donitz delivered two messages to Il Duce - the maiden being an hind end ‘ disheartenment'for him to ‘ not upset the current proportionality of index in a European Union now finding serenity and successfulness again.'

Mussolini promptly dismissed this ‘ utter cowardly conduct of the new German Chancellor'and prepared his nation to go to war. Thus he in short order received the second, and net, content of Donitz : a bomb in the bathtub…and a restoration of a unblock and democratic means of popular government under the combined security of Britain and Germany.

Through freely and openly held elections Donitz continued to leave Germany and her people for twelve more years until voluntarily refusing to run for a third six-year terminus of office. He declared ‘ it is time for the next generation, those who have never seen the look of war, but the joy of public security, to lead.'

Until the end of his days Donitz, as with Churchill, remained fighting as diplomats for their respective nations, and even held a stew esteem for one another ; although Churchill still got annoyed to the end of his days when asked about a ‘ sure headphone song he received one night from Donitz…"

Jacques Anatole Francois Thibault became a state that descended into political chaos in the years to come ; one authorities coalition rose and fell after another. Not until after the Pacific Ocean war and deprivation of the French people territories to the victorious Japanese did a new presidential term under Chenier wreak some good sense of hope and stability to the state. But as a whole, the best days were behind Anatole France as her settlement in Africa broke free and became independent nations.

The North Germanic nations continued to flourish beyond anyone's violent of dreaming in the age to come ; in time they formed an economic alliance which grew to match that of Germany and England combined, and before the end of the 1950's had wrested almost half the American language import market from those two respective nations.

On November 1, 1941 admiral Isoroko Isoroku Yamamoto ascended to gibbosity and infrangible control condition of the build up forces of the imperium of Japan. With the blessings of the Emperor, the willing diplomatic help of PM Zhukov of Russia and of President Roosevelt of U.S., Yamamoto pulled all troops of Japan from China in a staged withdrawal that seen the colonial powers of European Union and America begin to do the same.

No one knows to this particular date the Sojourner Truth of the matter, yet on Dec 5, 1941 President Roosevelt, on his way to Japanese Islands at the personal invitation of the emperor moth Hirohito, disappeared with the profound cruiser Michigan that he travelled upon. The simply content of alarm received was that of"fervor in the forward engine room has reached the ammo magazines…"then silence.

Newly sworn-in President Truman called for the topic to be investigated, and American naval forces were sent to the last eff side of the Chicago. Two British corvettes, One Canadian slide sentry duty vessel and three Japanese destroyers arrived on the tantrum to only line up a field of debris and oil slick magazine covering nautical mile of ocean.

What has been documented is the first American language vessel, a destroyer whose police captain despised the Japanese, on the fit immediately assumed the Japanese vessels had sunk the Chicago ; he demanded their surrender and when they rightfully refused, stating they as with the British and Canadian vessels were searching for subsister, commenced to sack upon them - one watercraft sunk, heavy damage done on the other two Japanese ships who retaliated and sunk the destroyer in turn.

thus commenced the groovy Pacific War, or as many now call it"The War of Empires."On December 7, 1941, a hostile Congress, whipped into a frenzy by a pocket-sized handful of anti-Japanese fanatic declared war on the empire of Japan and directed president Harry Truman to direct the war until ‘ unconditional surrender of the Empire of Nippon occurred.'

Seeing the opportunity for territorial gains and greater influence across the Pacific, on Dec 10 and 11, France and England joined the United state in declaring war upon the Japanese for ‘ criminal offense of such magnitude as to refuse common sense or decency.'

Everyone expected the Nipponese imperium would fall by the end of 1942, and programme were already being prepared for the division of the home islands. Deutschland declared neutrality in the matter, as did Russian Soviet Federated Socialist Republic ; though both had supply special technology and resource to Japanese Islands in secret to uprise the war-ending means…

Three long and fucking years of protracted struggle resulted in Yamamoto bringing triumph for the Empire of Nippon ; seven decisive naval and land engagements ended in Japan's party favour, with the final treaties ending the war leaving Japan in self-command of Indo-China, portions of India and Ceylon, and most of the Pacific. Though the Philippine's were restored to America after they were to be declared ‘ indifferent territory.'

Many historian have learned that the peacefulness was wrought with an unspoken terror from Japanese Archipelago to let loose the new super-weapon they had developed and tested just before their final armed services victory - the atomic bomb. In a secret diplomatic cable to the leaders of the States, England and France, emperor butterfly Hirohito stated if the dwelling house islands were attacked, the new ‘ super dud'would be used in retaliation upon the offending allied nation.

In due fourth dimension the winter War will spend into account, but it will not be forgotten as the clock time when a Democratic nation dared to do the impossible and within that war, the action mechanism of Nikkei and Stephen changed the world forever. Thus comes to a close the legend of the C Fox.


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