The kommies were severly beaten, and their depleted numbers were holding up in the southern most part of goblin.
they had dug in deep and no ammount of shelling could dislodge them. the decision had been made the rebels must charge the final kommie outpost and destroy it, before the kommies had a chance to gain some reenforcments
as day broke the rebel forces steeled themselves for the final battle. as the order to attack was given two young men ran to the very front of the adavncing rebel forces , screaming about cheese and other uninteligable things, and clutching a bottle of pure vodkonian vodka
the Hobgoblin of all things alcoholic and the god of tyranny had drank deep from the bottle of freedom and had found the courage to face the kommie menace head on and show them that they meant buisness
( the other explanation is that the two were actually so blind drunk that they didn't know what they were doing, but such thinking is frowned apon in vodkonia and usually punishable by death)
the battle was a blur of bullits, blood, vodka, and profanities. when the dust had cleared the outcome was clear. the rebel forces, led by the Hobgoblin of all things alcoholic and the god of tyranny ahd suceed in driving the sober kommies from vodkonia forever