The bushes rustled as the brown-clothed man ran along the bushes. In his hand, a small envelope. Due to the necessity of this mission, no radios were to be used until the start of the attack, just in case. The envelope contained the orders to launch the attack, but of course, the soldier holding it did not know that. One could not trust such information to a mere peasant soldier.
His boots smacked against the ground with each step, and his PPSH-41 bumped up and down as he ran. His breath was heavy, for he had rung for quite a while. All around him as he ran, he saw soldiers and tanks hidden from view in the various bushes and trees. Speaking of tanks, he almost hit his head on the barrel of an IS-2, but managed to avoid it in the last second, and continued sprinting towards his goal.
Within a few minutes, that goal was reached, as he saw the officer he was looking for, standing with binoculars, looking over their target. He had a map in front of him, with several arrows drawn unto it.
"Comrade, Officer!" The soldier said sharply, and went into a salute. The officer saluted back, and the soldier reached his hand out, with the envelope inside it. The officer nodded, and took the orders, ripping them open. The soldier retreated his hand, and waited for more orders.
One could see the smirk that rose on the officers mouth as he read further into the letter, before finally putting it into his pocket, and looking at his watch.
"Fifteen minutes left, comrade." He said and nodded, satisified with the orders. "I'll see to it you get a promotion for this, Private...?"
"Vilord, Officer." The soldier said briskly. The officer nodded, satisfied, before waving him away. "Return to your unit, Private."
A bit away, but still in the bushes
"Comrade Officer! We have received orders to start the bombardment. The Molotov has just struck the dock-city of Manehattan." A soldier said, relaying the orders. The Artillery officer nodded, and winked towards one of the crews, and they winked to the next, and on it went, till all the crews were prepared, and ready.
He began counting down with his fingers, the crews mimicking his movements.
"Three... Two... One... Fire!" He screamed at the top of his lungs, and the crews responded instantly. "OPEN FIRE!" They responded, and yanked the cords with which they fired their artillery with.
The trees flew back with the force of almost a hundred guns firing, the muzzle flashes glowing in the bushes.
The sounds of artillery was soothing to the officers ears. Too long had he been without battle, even though it was only a few months ago they defeated the fascists.
Ponyville
Twilight was thrown awake by the sound of loud explosions and the hooves of her friend Dash shaking her. "Twilight, wake up!" She shouted. Twilight groaned, and stood up. She slammed open her eyes, though, as an explosion shook the house.
"W-What's going on?" Her voice was shocked and panicked, exactly how she felt in that moment.
"The soviets. They're attacking Ponyville. We need to get out of here, stat." She said and flew over to the door. The various friends had packed some essentials, and ran for the door. Twilight joined them, and the small group ran outside.
The air outside reeked of firework-smell, and explosions and screams were heard all around, as well as distant gunfire. "Come on!" Dash yelled. Panicked ponies ran down the main street, in a desperate attempt to escape the damned village. The six friends joined them, running down the streets, avoiding the many ponies attempting to flee.
A giant explosion rocked the ground, making many ponies fall. One of the shells had hit nearby, causing a massive hole in the ground. The bloodied bodies of ponies lay on the ground, some of them in bits, and even more just lying there, screaming in pain. Twilight stood and stared at a mare close to her, her lower part gone, but her eyes still focused on Twilight. Her lower jaw shuddered, before she was ripped away from the deathly glare by Dash.
Rarity yelled to the others, leading them into an alleyway. Explosions still shook the ground, and sometimes it was hard to stand. Fluttershy was crying outright, and all the ponies in the small company seemed shocked to the core, yet they still ran. Within moments, they reached the suburban areas of the city, the gunfire and explosions now sounding a bit further away, but still very close.
Many houses were burning, others transformed into craters. Burnt wood and flesh contaminated the air, and it made it hard to breathe. They all knew they were close to the edge of the city, and could make it there in a few minutes if they hurried. This idea was violently stomped on, as large metal carriages with long cannons came bustling out of the trees, moving towards Ponyville. Warriors swarmed around them, supporting their offensive.
Twilight gawked at the sight for a few moments, before she was pulled into a dumpster by her six friends. They felt the ground shake as they sat in the darkness, the heavy metal carriages passing them by, and the shouting of warriors as they joined them.
It took only a minute or two before the gunfire and explosions were again in the distance, and a relative silence fell unto them. AJ took a peek out of the container, and gave the all clear.
With hasty steps, they ran for the forest. Twilight stopped, and looked back at the burning Ponyville. She had barely registered what had happened, but she knew that their lives would forever change. She looked at it for a few more seconds, before she ran after her friends into the Everfree, with their ultimate destination, Canterlot.