Chapter 33: THE COMMANDER'S INVISIBILITY.
They didn’t waste time, as the terrorist soldiers already saw the policemen as their archenemies. They exchanged fire aggressively, as the area quickly became chaotic. But this time, the organization decided to rule in the chaos.
Tu! Tu! Tu! Tu! The commander entered the battle with style, as his figure shot forward at the police vehicles. He moved like a phantom on the battlefield, as his guns, shot bullets out in rapid succession.
The 4 other high-grade soldiers also joined the battle, as they were determined to destroy this police squad to its last vehicle and policeman. Clark also joined the battle, but most of his attention was focused on watching the commander’s battle.
As the policemen didn’t have enough time to set-up a shield, they died in droves from the unexpected direct and aggressive offensive. The commander was using 2 not too impressive machine guns, but what was frightening about him is his precision and calculation.
He could always find the right spot to shoot at in a police vehicle to make it explode, only requiring a couple of shots.
This era’s vehicles, especially military-owned vehicles are made and fine-tuned to be more resistant to damage. They are designed to prevent as many explosions causing scenarios as possible.
This only went to show the commander’s skill, as, during this short time he appeared on the battlefield, dozens of police vehicles already fell victim to him
This was not the scariest part yet, as he finally reached the policemen's ranks. On reaching there, he casually threw away the two machine guns as he rolled under a police car. Clark focused on only dodging, as he watched him keenly.
Boom!! The car suddenly exploded, as he came from under the vehicle. The red-hot explosion succeeded in killing all 8 policemen in the area.
Clark looked more carefully, and to his horror, the commander wielded 2 exotic swords.
He was astonished not because the commander wielded 2 swords, but because his second sword was of a higher quality than his military-provided sword. He was able to tell from the force field being released from the sword.
They couldn’t take the police cars, as there were trackers installed in them, which would only expose their location. So, the commander simply destroyed them from left to right.
Boom!! Boom!! Boom!! Cars exploded now and then, as he sliced them apart with his two exotic swords. Clark was further astonished, as the commander’s armor withstood all the explosions, while also withstanding all the concentrated firepower directed at him by the police force.
He felt a chill go down his spine, as he directly canceled his suicidal and stupid goal to assassinate the commander when he was weak from exhaustion after all the fighting.
He simply thanked his lucky stars, that he did not impulsively attack without knowing the commander’s strength. "The 3 weeks I waited is completely worth it, with this information alone,” he thought, while still feeling spooked.
The police finally ordered a retreat, when they noticed the unusual aggression from the terrorists. But the commander refused to let a single soul escape, as he led his soldiers to bite back hard.
He commanded the 4 executioners to block all their paths of escape, as the one-sided slaughter continued.
Clark felt pity for the dying policemen, “but their superiors should know better than to force the terrorist organization to desperation,” he thought. These policemen were basically sent on a suicide mission.
The killing continued, as he finally joined the fight so as not to arouse any suspicions. The chaos already receded a little, he was not ready to let his cover be blown after persevering for so long.
30 minutes later, the police squad was wiped out, leaving not a single soul or vehicle intact. The commander’s armor was dyed all over with the blood of the policemen, as he announced for his soldiers to advance without resting or washing up.
The entourage of vehicles resumed their advance, as the soldier’s morale increased exponentially after seeing their commander’s invisibility.
It seems that the police found out about the battle, as the terrorists encountered no other police squad for an hour later. But this only increased the pressure that they had to face.
The executioner Clark sat next to in the car, predicted that their opponents were probably converging to form a large blockade. As he was already close to the executioners, he was allowed to sit in the same vehicle with them.
To date, he didn’t know why the organization called their high-grade soldier's executioners.
The atmosphere was stiff and oppressive, as the terrorist's vehicles plied through the forest. They finally encountered another police squad, after traveling for another 30 minutes. There was no battle, as this police division quickly fled on seeing them.
The soldiers rejoiced; they cursed the policemen for being cowards. But the executioners were not that naïve, as they informed Clark that the squad was probably used as scouts to check if they changed their escape path.
They didn't deem it necessary to tell their soldiers though, as it would only bring down morale. They allowed them to vent their anger and bottled-up frustration, to allow them better cope with any other complications that arise.
They could have changed their trajectory, but the executioners argued that it was longer. And that would have led to them encountering multiple well-planned battles of attrition, from the policemen, if they could not restrain them in one location.
As high-grade soldiers didn’t have infinite strength and endurance, they couldn’t choose that option. If the high-grade soldiers became tired, then that is the end for this branch of the terrorist organization.
After traveling for another 30 minutes, they finally met the predicted blockade. When calculated, the police left them to travel safely for a cumulative total of 2 hours.
Clark was scared shitless from the sight before him. The huge blue energy shield erected, towered up, and extended for as far as his eyes could see.
The policemen spread across the forest, like an organized swarm of locusts. The huge number alone, the formations they prepared, and the weapons they wielded painted a very intimidating sight.
“Shit man,” Clark blurted out in a shocked tone. His worldview was impacted enormously, this time. "Will the organization survive a battle of this scale?” His thoughts completely went haywire, as he started cooking up thoughts to get a means to save himself.
“If I say I’m a soldier of the Spartan republic after accompanying this organization for about a month, will they believe me? Damn, I’m screwed this time”.
He was completely clueless on a way to save himself; he forcibly suppressed his panic, as he glanced at the executioners.
On glancing at the 4 executioners, he didn’t see the expected expression of fear. He only saw a resolve to fight to the death and a feeling like they were welcoming an old friend, or better still welcoming their days of battle and glory.
The atmosphere was infectious. As he sat with them, he suddenly felt the urge to give his life to the organization. “Shit, psychological manipulation again,” he cursed inwardly.
“I’m not a terrorist for God’s sake”. Despite his inner grumblings and thoughts, no one paid attention to him, as this was probably going to be the organization's most fierce battle for a long time. While this was undoubtedly his most fierce battle.
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