DM-ConQuestor SE

Grey clouds float above the country. Petrol stench spreads fast and penetrates into our noses like a sharp knife in not protected meat. Finally, we have come. 
The ruins of the outside station ConQuestor call our recollections of glorious times the oil and petrol production ….But the oil reserves are exhausted 
for more than 30 years, the earth is dry, only the stench has still remained.
Our troop spreads and accepts the strategically important positions. The attackers have already been sighted. The team Match can begin.
Load Your Guns and Fight!!!
