Panzer without infantry.....
Panzer without infantry.....
Panzer without infantry.....
never good....
never good....
never good....
Mines....
Mines....
Mines....
Mines....
The Polish Bird Lover front lines back is broke.

My Minions are close my human bird man....can you feel the fear...as I can smell your fear!
Oremus:
DOMINE Iesu Christe, qui de coelis ad terram de sinu Patris descendisti, et sanguinem tuum pretiosum in remissionem peccatorum nostrorum fudisti: te humiliter deprecamur, ut in die iudicii ad dexteram tuam audire mereamur: VENITE BENEDICTI. Qui vivis et regnas cum Deo Patri in unitate Spiritus Sancti, Deus per omnia saecula saeculorum. Amen.
He always knew I would come for him.
O Destroyer God, of all the souls of dead pigeons I have given you. I again experience the glorious grimness of your divine ...
So master I now offer you another...and this time a Orzel!