"The Glorious sword of the USSR stabs deep into the heart of the fascistic Nazi lair under the brilliant leadership of comrade Stalin!" Screams the Front newspaper...meanwhile, back in the real (20mm Rapid Fire!) world, one of Koniev's reconnaissance Divisions punches an unexpected hole in the dwindling German eastern defences and sets an very vicious cat among the exhausted pigeons.
Is this the end for the recce troop? Will Herr Dryer ever see his salon again? Are the Russians to sweep the board? Does anyone give a monkey's? Have I forgotten where the full stop key is? Tune in next time to find out!
|'Wait for it...wait for it...'|