The sun is blazing. The plain is steaming hot. The salty sea air burns the lungs. You are alone in this sultry steppe. Your outpost is the last. You must stand up. Until help comes along. Until there is at least one bullet in the mag. You are the last hope of your Motherland. Savage hordes have broken into your homeland scattering devastation. You are the only one who can stop the brutal invaders. You are the only one who can reclaim what belongs to you and your folks by right.