"Arrr! Another Ukrainian crew be splinterin' apart as they sail to Pokrovsk! Not the finest lot o' sea dogs!"
2025-01-30
Arrr, for the second time this moon, a fresh crew o’ the Ukrainian fleet be splinterin’ like a ship in a storm! They be sent to the hottest battlegrounds without proper drillin’, just like a parrot with no feathers! Poor lads, off to Pokrovsk they sail, bless their souls!
Avast ye! Gather 'round, me hearties, fer a tale o' woe from the murky depths o' Ukraine! It seems fer the second time this moon, a band o' fresh-faced landlubbers, known as the 157th Mechanized Brigade, be crumblin' like a biscuit in a storm! Aye, they be sent to the front lines with naught but a wink and a prayer, with no proper training to speak of!