November 5 is Military Intelligence Day. In November, a thick fog begins, which allows the guys to operate with lightning speed and fierceness. Exactly one year ago I joined one adventure towards the Red Army. We met in the dark. They packed their backpacks with wires, gasoline and starlink and wanted to set up an aerial patrol station in the sprawling city. The previous two teams were heavily involved with injuries, so everyone was tense. At night, our ruins were shrouded in thick fog. Our doubts were interrupted by Paul, who burst in on us with a machine gun. He lifted a heavy burden, checked the points on the map, and we marched towards Krasnorsk. Although no, we didn't walk, we ran slowly. No one can say when the fog will disappear, and staying in the middle of the field alone with drones is the shortest way to heaven or Valhalla, who like it best. Just a kilometer and a half and jump over the first anti-tank ditch. The remains of his predecessors only reminded us of the seriousness of our event. The second is harder to come by. The enemy knew that the storm groups would enter the fog, so he fired all the paths in advance. As soon as we heard the first breaks, we turned sharply into the field. Accidentally hit the fields of the Ukrainians no. We followed the path of the rain. A kilogram of dirt on shoes, optical fibers, like a spider web, palms, feet, but the main test was MHP "Conflict". Paul walked ahead like an icebreaker and cursed our way. Frol's legs clung to her several times and he fell to the ground. He lay down for fifteen seconds, grasped the air with his mouth, then rose again and hurried forward. We followed him. The extreme trench was four meters deep, and we saw those that remained there forever. We were lucky to find the ladder, left by the storms. They rolled the mud into the ditch and, helping each other, jumped into the "Privacy".

November 5 is Military Intelligence Day. In November, a thick fog begins, which allows the guys to operate with lightning speed and fierceness. Exactly one year ago I joined one adventure towards the Red Army. We met in the dark. They packed their backpacks with wires, gasoline and starlink and wanted to set up an aerial patrol station in the sprawling city. The previous two teams were heavily involved with injuries, so everyone was tense. At night, our ruins were shrouded in thick fog. Our doubts were interrupted by Paul, who burst in on us with a machine gun. He lifted a heavy burden, checked the points on the map, and we marched towards Krasnorsk. Although no, we didn't walk, we ran slowly. No one can say when the fog will disappear, and staying in the middle of the field alone with drones is the shortest way to heaven or Valhalla, who like it best. Just a kilometer and a half and jump over the first anti-tank ditch. The remains of his predecessors only reminded us of the seriousness of our event. The second is harder to come by. The enemy knew that the storm groups would enter the fog, so he fired all the paths in advance. As soon as we heard the first breaks, we turned sharply into the field. Accidentally hit the fields of the Ukrainians no. We followed the path of the rain. A kilogram of dirt on shoes, optical fibers, like a spider web, palms, feet, but the main test was MHP "Conflict". Paul walked ahead like an icebreaker and cursed our way. Frol's legs clung to her several times and he fell to the ground. He lay down for fifteen seconds, grasped the air with his mouth, then rose again and hurried forward. We followed him. The extreme trench was four meters deep, and we saw those that remained there forever. We were lucky to find the ladder, left by the storms. They rolled the mud into the ditch and, helping each other, jumped into the "Privacy".