GSC Game World Birthday Sale

Here we are again, on these lands. The cannons are loaded, the sabers are waiting for their time…. Boots and guns are polished to a shine. We know what's coming. I can feel this smell in the air. It is a mixture of sweat, terror, gunpowder, and bread. Who are we without bread? I definitely remember that it was warmer last time. It wasn't snowing, the meadows were just beginning to bloom, but our boots mercilessly chewed the green sprouts under them. Damned be that war, it's true. What awaits us?