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Spread of Communism: ch. 8 Jacob watched as the Russians kept on advancing, no matter how many rounds he and the American soldiers pumped into them. For every soldier they killed, two more seemed to take his place while for every American that died, no help came up. Soon, Jacob was the only one left and was down to his last clip. When he fired his last round, Jacob reached down for his pistol, only to find it gone. Desperation began to set in as he pulled the K-Bar from its sheath and attached it to the muzzle of his rifle before the Russians began to pour over the sandbags. He managed to kill a couple Commies with his makeshift spear before

Spread of Communism: ch. 7 General Petróvich sat behind the heavy wood desk in his office. He had sent routine patrol units through the small towns throughout Colorado, just to make sure no insurgencies were boiling up. All had reported in except one sent to a small town in the mountains. Petróvich slammed his fists down on the top of the desk, causing everything on it to jump. His fists landed on a blow-up map of Denver and the surrounding area. There was a red star over Denver, signifying the Russian regional command center, and there was a thumbtack over Pitkin. “Mayór!” When he was called, the Major that stood o