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They dragged her in front of a wall, with the rest who were captured during the uprising. Her face covered with scars from the brutal combat and her captor’s petty revenge.
BANG!
A comrade next to her tumble to the ground, his hind leg twitching.
The NCL-EAF (National Confederation of Labour-Equestrian Anarchist Federation), is one of the fastest-growing resistance group within fallen Equestria.
Spread like wildfire within the series of monstrous Industriebiet (Huge fortified industrial cities built and operated by POWs or any captured suspected resistance slave labour, In order to exploit the riches of Equestria and process raw materials into industrial goods for the Changeling Lands).
It’s popularity among the slave workers had also become its curse…
BANG!
Another comrade falls. A string of tears run down her cheeks from both sorrow and anger…
The Changelings had fortified these Industriebiet for a reason; they knew they cannot control every inch of the vast countryside Equestria. Instead, they focused on infrastructure. Following railways and existing road networks and built up new fortified positions.
A mare next to her was shaking when it was her due, barely standing on her hind legs shaking in the pool of blood from the fallen.
BANG!
One after another, these uprisings spur up and extinguishes the changeling had expected for these when they built these zones with fortified positions. And the lack of outside support means although full of passionate members, the NCL-EAF had to relies on its own meagre supply of equipment, whatever the workers can sneak out of the factories, A bolt, a couple of screws a barrel one at a time.
It was her term now. There is no regret in her eyes. She stares into the changeling officer next to the executioner. Firm, she will not give the monsters their satisfaction.
BANG!
The fire in everypony’s heart is building up, a fire that will eventually scourge through this land, no matter what the occupiers will throw at them, they shall never give up fighting as the flame burns brighter with each attempt and each failure.
—Until Equestria is free—
Again this is not like politically motivated, I do art for fun. Please don’t have another civil war in the comment section Spaniards.
BANG!
A comrade next to her tumble to the ground, his hind leg twitching.
The NCL-EAF (National Confederation of Labour-Equestrian Anarchist Federation), is one of the fastest-growing resistance group within fallen Equestria.
Spread like wildfire within the series of monstrous Industriebiet (Huge fortified industrial cities built and operated by POWs or any captured suspected resistance slave labour, In order to exploit the riches of Equestria and process raw materials into industrial goods for the Changeling Lands).
It’s popularity among the slave workers had also become its curse…
BANG!
Another comrade falls. A string of tears run down her cheeks from both sorrow and anger…
The Changelings had fortified these Industriebiet for a reason; they knew they cannot control every inch of the vast countryside Equestria. Instead, they focused on infrastructure. Following railways and existing road networks and built up new fortified positions.
A mare next to her was shaking when it was her due, barely standing on her hind legs shaking in the pool of blood from the fallen.
BANG!
One after another, these uprisings spur up and extinguishes the changeling had expected for these when they built these zones with fortified positions. And the lack of outside support means although full of passionate members, the NCL-EAF had to relies on its own meagre supply of equipment, whatever the workers can sneak out of the factories, A bolt, a couple of screws a barrel one at a time.
It was her term now. There is no regret in her eyes. She stares into the changeling officer next to the executioner. Firm, she will not give the monsters their satisfaction.
BANG!
The fire in everypony’s heart is building up, a fire that will eventually scourge through this land, no matter what the occupiers will throw at them, they shall never give up fighting as the flame burns brighter with each attempt and each failure.
—
Again this is not like politically motivated, I do art for fun. Please don’t have another civil war in the comment section Spaniards.
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“I will leave my home tomorrow,
I’ll leave the arable land and the bull.”
“Hello! Tell me, what will you become? “
“ A soldier of the Fifth Regiment.
I will go through the mountains and valleys,
There will not be a sip of water,
But there will be triumph and glory:
I’m from the Fifth Regiment!”
A poem written by the Spanish poet and playwright Rafael Alberti and dedicated to the soldiers of the famous 5th regiment of the 24th Division.