Game: Battlefield 1

- You can't stop progress! Soon the whole world will absorb your land and take from under the Sands of the precious "black gold".
- Look, my friend.

- Excuse me, my date is rude.
- Will you tell me how to outsmart your train, so we could trap him and destroy.
Will be an animal. To at least begin to communicate with him, we need a codebook for communication.
Oh, you mean this one?

- Zara! Of course, I understand that you would like to cut his foot the flesh and send him naked into the wilderness to die. But you think about it...
- You're right.

- Come out! It's all over! Of course, you didn't think we'll have time to catch you, "El Orans"?
Actually, I was counting on it.
Ha!.. Well, pretty clever. Now the hunter has become the prey... Well, then what are you? How beautiful you are, my dear.
"Beautiful"?! If not for such as you, I would be free!
- Free, Yes? Death will set you free. I am pleased to report that the Empire intends soon to give you such freedom. Even now in the desert picks machine of destruction - it destroys your allies, your family, your home. Soon you will have nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. Soon everything you know and love will crumble to dust. And all you will free to die.

If your enemy is armed and equipped better than you - steal from the enemy. Firearms effectively, but attracts attention. We must note that the Ottomans will respond in kind.

In the desert it is important to plan everything, but other than that, I hope and good luck. She favored us, when we learned about the Ottoman derailed train with a very interesting cargo. To the Ottomans, who survived the crash, were joined by a small patrol. Together they began to guard the wreckage and wait for reinforcements.

Arabian desert. The great ocean, flying sand and Sun-scorched stones. Under the endless dunes - oil, the blood of our new mechanical century. More than 400 years, these lands the rule of the Ottoman Empire, controlling everything that is there. But the Empire has its enemies: a small rebel army of Bedouin teamed up to reset the power of the Empire. They attack without warning and then disappear in the desert. On their side fighting one British officer, whose case has brought him fame. The world used to call it Lawrence of Arabia.

New tanks, same killing machine could suddenly decide the outcome of the battle. Fortunately, they were mostly on our side. Basically...

We arrived from all over the world. Many of us thought that this war will be our big adventure, a ritual of growing up. I will say this: no it is not adventure. Instead, we found fear and calls him on the war, only death.

In "the war that will end all others," fought more than 60 million soldiers. The end on't was, but it changed the world forever.
Next - the battle at the front. No one expects you to survive.

They come - we are coming. We are fighting bravely, to see a glimmer of light in this never-ending war... at least for a moment. War is the whole world, and the world is at war, where every sight is a man. And these people - we are. Hardened by life and naive, honest and the criminals. We created for legends, but don't get a story. We are the celestial knights. We - desert ghosts. We are - trench-rats. And it is our history.

And this is my story. The story of a selfish man who risked his life to save someone else... and saved himself.

Once this is all over. The last war will end, someone will win. Rust guns, it will sprout grass. And from this nothing will remain: the Earth will heal, as all is healed. Perhaps by the time we'll be long dead, but not forgotten. If history is characterized by at least one of thousands, the future will be filled with legends about who we were and what he did. How they lived, how they fought, how he died. When this is all over, and the war is won, we will remember. But until that day comes, we will survive! We will look death in the face! And we will fight!

In war, all mixed in together.