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29.03% Transported Into Another World With My Tank / Chapter 9: CHAPTER 1 -END- : We're Always At Your Back

Kapitel 9: CHAPTER 1 -END- : We're Always At Your Back

I need to find that place. 

"All this time… you're only looking for a place to die?"

"Uncertainty of the future might be distorted, but you will get in there." 

"Find a place to live." 

"Gunner ready." "Sabot Index." Armstrong and Archer announced, informing their readiness. 

"Alright." Captain Gritz Wittmann, known as "Tiger," nodded in satisfaction, then stood atop the tank. "All tanks on my command, and all the brave men who will fight alongside us today." He stood tall, surveying the line of tanks behind him and the infantrymen around. Gritz addressed them with a firm, warm, and resolutely solid tone. "I have only a few words for all of you before we go in. Today, we all know someone's mother is going to lose her light. A father will lose his strength. And... somebody's child... will lose both. That's for sure today. But we, soldiers, embody all of that. We are their light, strength, and hope. We are all somebody's son, daughter, and parents. Are we letting our left-behinds go through that? No!"

His speech intensified. 

"Even if it's inevitable, don't let it through your hearts! Today might be the day that we end all of this! Today is the day that we march into this hell. Today is a gift that we live in. And now, we are all heading toward our future where nobody will cry anymore because of this senseless war. All courageous men and women here, let's head toward that future. We, the Red Musket, will lead the way. Follow us."

Tiger returned to his tank hatch, only the upper part of his body visible as he put on his helmet. "May victory be with humanity."

All tanks radioback in unison with a solid "Roger!" Tiger switched to his crew intercom. "Now, Sergeant Ivan Abrams, the first step forward is up to you now." Aside from the M1A2 Abrams turbine engine high pitch sound, silence looms inside the Red Musket. "But this is my final order to you, full speed ahead." Even at the urgency of war, the crew patiently waited for Ivan's response.

In his driver's compartment, separated from the rest of the crew. Ivan Abrams "Scarface" lying down, eyes closed, as he vividly sees once again the faces of his comrades before he lies down there. The hope in their eyes was placed on him. Ivan couldn't just wonder, Why would they entrust their future to someone like him? He can't still understand the words behind that, "He would be the one who will drive everyone to a better tomorrow." Ivan already felt powerless but at the same time, somehow, within him, he is still happy. He smiled slightly, "Me as a tank commander? He must be joking." 

With that, Ivan finally opened up his eyes, gripped the throttle. "Yes sir." After replying to Tiger's command, he twisted down the throttle, and the mighty jet engine of M1 Abrams came into life. People cheering them as they depart at the base and that's where they started their crusade. 

Line of various tanks like the newest T-90M, Leopard II, Challenger, Merkava, and the M1 Abrams filled the road and leading them was the Red Musket. That "secret tunnel" is only located a few kilometers from the base, but they still kept the vigilance for enemy drones or infantry that might spot and compromise this secret mission. 

Abrams tanks filled the narrow passage, with Red Musket leading the charge. Though the "secret tunnel" was near their base, vigilance remained high, guarding against drones or infantry who might expose their mission.

After 30 tense minutes, they reached the entrance. Disguised as a forested mountain, it gaped open like a cavern, its existence a mystery. Locals were unaware, and its sudden appearance, conveniently leading to enemy territory, fueled suspicion.

The tanks followed a small recon team's lead. Despite no signs of a trap, the passage felt mystical, almost a lost civilization's work. Tiger's command echoed: "All tanks and PCs, move ahead."

Ivan steered Red Musket carefully down the incline. Though seemingly natural - rocks, stalactites, even bats - the passage felt unnatural. The 20-meter-high, curved ceiling,and was crafted from limestone and marble, adorned with unknown human figures in ancient garb. The rough terrain smoothed, replaced by a flat, paved floor. It's also 5 meters in width, more than enough to fit M1 Abrams tank

"What in the lost history is this, captain?" Archer's voice crackled through the intercom, his scope scanning the surroundings. "There's no time for us to identify what these are or what era it is. More importantly is our present, and we'll use this for our future." Tiger said.The crew, usually silent, observed in awe this "mythical place." Bizarre architecture met their eyes, illuminated by the sculptures' faint blue glow.

An unsettling tension crept in. Archer tapped his foot nervously, Armstrong's grip tightened, and Scarface, ever vigilant, scanned the path with sweaty palms. Though the reason remained unclear, unease gnawed at them. The deeper they ventured, the stranger it felt. From outside, Red Musket's hull pulsed with an eerie blue light.

Finally, after an hour of palpable journey into that breath taking mysterious path, light from the horizon can be seen . The earth rumbled with a metallic symphony as their tanks surged towards the surface. Scattered across the fields, farmers stood transfixed, weathered hands dropping their tools. This wasn't terror that gripped their faces, but a flicker of something far more complex. A glimmer of hope, perhaps, tinged with the bittersweet tang of liberation. These people, once their enemy's subjects, were no longer foes. In their eyes, they weren't invaders, but instruments of their long-awaited freedom. The war, for them, was finally drawing its ragged breath.

"Redmusket to all tanks, maintain line ahead formation and engage your designated targets. Afterward, form up into an arrowhead with me."

"Blackpowder to HQ, requesting a sitrep on the current front," Tiger radioed in.

"HQ to Black Powder. All fronts have initiated their attacks, and significant enemy reinforcements have been dispatched. Anticipate minimal resistance en route to their capital—" The HQ transmission abruptly cut off.

"Blackpowder to HQ, do you copy? Are you still there?"

Only crackling static filled the airwaves. "Something's gone wrong. But I've got the intel I needed," Tiger thought to himself. But there was no time to dwell on it; they were nearing their target. The entrance to the capital came into view—towering skyscrapers and buildings, with the fortified "palace" of the enemy leader standing out.

As the tanks rushed toward the city entrance, they puzzled over the thick fog reducing visibility and the eerie silence, punctuated only by distant explosions. They couldn't spot any friendly forces in the surroundings. Suddenly, as they emerged from what seemed like a wooded area, the fog cleared, revealing the enemy lying in wait at the city gates—tanks and artillery positioned for an ambush. Seeing this, Tiger immediately ordered a retreat.

"Damn it, it's an ambush, fall back!" Tiger shouted, but it seemed too late. Trucks rushed in from all sides, each equipped with large barrels in front—suicide trucks. "We've been compromised! How did I not notice this?!" Ivan gritted.

All tanks in the squadron began an immediate retreat. However, the RedMusket tank, at a crucial moment, became stuck in the bog, unable to move.

"Scarface, what's going on?! Why can't we move?" Tiger asked Ivan urgently.

"I don't know! It's like we're bogged down!! Damn it, I can't reverse!" Ivan replied, frustration evident in his voice.

"Hey, hey, hey, are you serious right now?! You're just kidding, aren't you?" Archer nervously interjected.

"We're stuck, damn it! What are we gonna do, Captain?" Armstrong added, addressing Tiger.

Tiger remained silent, while Scarface, in the driver's compartment, frantically tried everything to free them from the bog—twisting controls, adjusting engine power—but to no avail. There was no traction. "Damn it, damn it, damn it, why won't you move?!" Scarface started to panic.

"Captain, what should I do?!" Scarface asked Tiger in a panic. Seconds passed with no response. "Captain? Captain! Captain?! Answer me, Tiger!" Still no response.

Scarface's hands trembled as a cold shiver ran down his spine. Then his heart sank as he saw through his viewing ports a fast-approaching suicide military truck heading straight for their tank. Scarface immediately called out to Archer, their gunner. "ARCHER, TANK AT 12 O'CLOCK. SHOOT IT NOW!!!" His voice betrayed his panic, far from his usual calm and calculated demeanor. "ARCHER, SHOOT IT NOW! ARCHER?!" Still, no response.

At that moment, seconds felt like an eternity. Ivan could hardly breathe, as this scenario was all too familiar. Because of his failure, he was about to lose another dearly comrade, friend, and family member.

"No...no...no! Armstrong... Archer...Tiger, somebody...please shoot it. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Scarface's voice trembled with fear as he received no answer. He felt like he had failed his crewmates. He knew they all had dreams and loved ones waiting for them. His voice cried out for forgiveness, begging to be forgiven.

The truck was about to collide with the tank, getting closer by the second. Scarface continued to try to free the tank from being stuck. "Forgive me, forgive me, forgive me," Ivan cried, but before the suicide truck could crash into their tank, he finally heard a response from his crew.

Time seemed to stand still.

"Let go for now, Ivan," Armstrong's deep voice, though heavy, remained calm.

"Hahaha, that's right, we might damage our tracks again," Archer's voice was unusually light, seemingly oblivious to the imminent danger.

"What are you two talking about?! SHOOT IT NOW! WE CAN PROBABLY WITHSTAND THE EXPLOSION!" Ivan retorted.

"..."

"..."

"HEY! WHY AREN'T YOU ANSWERING AGAIN! THE ENEMY IS RIGHT IN FRONT OF US, SHOOT IT, PLEASE." Ivan's cries grew louder.

"Everything will be okay...Ivan," the voice was soothing, like a father calming his child. It was Tiger's voice.

"What do you mean everything will be okay?! We're all going to die! That can't happen! Many are waiting for you...please don't die... I promised you... that I'll take you all there." Ivan's voice trembled with despair.

"Forgive me, if it weren't for me, you wouldn't be stuck here, unable to fulfill your promise—" 

"What are you saying, little kid?" - Armstrong

"We're still holding onto your promise, noob." - Archer.

"But...it's already over..." Ivan shut his eyes. He couldn't bear to see his failure. Then,

"A promise is a promise, son. I know you'll take us there. You will. We believe in you."

"CAN'T YOU UNDERSTAND?! WE'RE STUCK HERE, IN A GODDAMN BOG! CAN'T MOVE OUT, AND I CAN'T DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT! HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO FULFILL MY PROMISE!" Ivan broke down even more. "I...cannot."

"Kiddo, we are always behind you." Armstrong said.

"You don't have to carry everything alone, okay? Next time, we'll pave a smoother road for you." Archer added.

"I can't understand any of you at all..." Ivan

"SGT Ivan Abrams! Have you forgotten my final order?" Tiger's voice was firm, full of authority like a captain's, then it softened, becoming as calm as a serene sea, firm as a mountain, and bright as blue skies. "It will be alright, no matter what happens or wherever we end up, don't forget my final order. Now, open your eyes."

Tears overflowed from Ivan's eyes, but he slowly opened them. And he saw the truck only meters away from him, then—

"Full speed ahead! Now!" the crew said in unison.

At that moment, time seemed to resume, the truck was inches away, "NO!!!" Ivan shouted, and the truck finally hit the tank. Everything became as bright as the sun, then everything was swallowed by nothingness.


AUTORENGEDANKEN
Haruki_Vanz Haruki_Vanz

Hello! if you reading this then I'm glad you reached the end of the pilot chapter! I hope you enjoy the story so far and thank you for reading it.

I might release the chapter 2, 3 weeks or 1 month for now. I can't write daily at all because of college but I will do my best to make content for you guys as fast as possible but still keeping the quality. So yeah see you next time for chapter 2!

Chapter 2: Into Another World

Kapitel 10: CHAPTER 2: Waking Up Into New World

"Ivan?...Ivan?"

A man's voice called out my name. It was deep yet gentle as if waking me up. The voice was oddly familiar, one I hadn't heard in years.

I felt like I was in some sort of vehicle, moving and swaying. I also sensed the fresh breeze, carrying the scent of flowers or perhaps the sweet fragrance of ripened grains, carried on gentle breezes.

"Hmm?" I responded, slowly opening my eyes to be greeted by the peaceful sunlight. "Where am I?" I asked quietly.

"Oh, you're awake, son," I glanced at the man beside me. He appeared to be in his forties, wearing a cap and sporting a beard, dressed in a red checkered long-sleeved shirt. Then, my eyes widened. There was no mistaking it. It's my Papa. I looked around, the landscape seemed familiar, and I calmed myself. I don't know why but for some reason I felt mixed feelings of sadness, loneliness, and regrets. At the same time relief and happiness washes over me. "Oh right, I'm at the farm."

"Are you okay, Ivan?" papa asked. "Ah, I'm fine," I replied.

"How was the ride on our new tracked tractor?" he asked. Now that he mentioned it, we were indeed riding on a tractor, with my papa at the wheel. I remembered, they bought me a new tractor as a gift for my 18th birthday.

"This is actually great!"

Papa chuckled. "Hahaha, glad you like it. I thought you'd ask for a fancy four-wheeled car like your peers. Are you sure this is all you want?"

"Ofcourse, papa. . I prefer using this kind of vehicle that I can use for what I want to do, and what I want to do is to work on this farm that has sustained me. This farm and you are my life and strength. I couldn't ask for anything more. Plus, this new tractor... It looks like a tank."

Papa patted me on the back. "You have no idea how proud I am of you, son. Alright, I'll head back home now. Your mother asked me to do something. Can I count on you to finish plowing the field? Can you handle driving this new tractor? We'll only be using this tracked one for now."

"You can leave it to me; I feel like I'm already an expert in using tracked vehicles."

Papa stopped the tractor and got off. "Alright, son, after you're done here, make sure to head straight home. We have a small celebration planned for your birthday."

I smiled wholeheartedly. "Sure thing, papa, thank you." He then hopped into our pickup truck and drove home.

Alright time to take the wheel and finish plowing the field. I'm excited for that little celebration hehe.

But as I was about to drive the tractor, I felt puzzled because my hands instinctively positioned themselves as if I were driving a motorbike. I didn't understand why, but I found it odd for a moment that the steering wheel was circular. I shook my head, "What the hell am I thinking? The driving wheel is obviously circular."

I shrugged off my strange and silly thoughts. Alright, time to take the wheel and finish plowing the field. I'm excited for that little celebration hehe.

Minutes passed, and I was almost done with the work. I removed the plowing disc from the tractor and started driving it home.

But before I left, I took a look at the newly plowed field. Seeing the landscape warmed my heart. It felt as if our field symbolized a new beginning, a prosperous life, a new hope for a bountiful harvest. This is my only happiness, and I wouldn't wish for anything else but this peaceful life.

I drove along the countryside road, admiring the farms of wheat, vegetables, and flowers. The air was so full of life, and everything was so vibrant. Adding to that was the azure skies, so peaceful. Ah~ this kind of life is beautiful... but why is it that... I don't know, it's been like this since earlier, but it seems like all this time I've been feeling a sense of unease. Like...

As I was pondering, I saw an incoming car, speeding fast, followed by other trucks carrying lots of things. They all seemed to be driving fast and even encroaching on my lane. They were also blasting their car horns just to get ahead. One of the vehicles was our neighbor's RV.

I honked the horn and waved frantically, halting their advance. "Where are you going, Ivan? You need to get out of here—fast!" my neighbor shouted urgently.

"What?! What's going on?!" I exclaimed, heart pounding in my chest.

"We're under attack! The neighboring country is invading! You need to leave before it's too late."

Dread gripped me as his words sank in. Though tensions had simmered between our nations, I never imagined they would escalate to this extent.

"Have you seen my parents and the twins? Are they safe?" I implored, desperation creeping into my voice.

"I don't know, but they said they'd wait for you before leaving," he replied, his expression grim.

My stomach churned with fear and uncertainty. 

With a heavy heart, I set off down the road, each passing moment fraught with apprehension. As the distant rumble of explosions echoed in the distance, I stepped on the gas real hard but this 8rx tractor could only run on 42 kph. 

"DAMN IT! Even our 70-ton tank can run faster than this! I…need…to…full…speed…ahead… Wait... how did I know that..." A moment of confusion swept over me, my mind grasping at fragments of memories from an unknown lifetime ago.

"Aaaaah what am I thinking again?!" I shook my head, banishing the intrusive thoughts as best as I could.

On the horizon, plumes of smoke billowed into the sky, signaling the onset of bombardment. Our house lay perilously close to the source of destruction. "Please, papa, mama, Lilia, and Rosaria, please... be safe, I'm coming home." My fervent prayer hung in the air, a desperate plea for the safety of my loved ones amidst the turmoil.

Suddenly, a fighter jet streaked past me at breakneck speed. Its roar reverberated through the air, leaving me momentarily disoriented. Uncertainty gnawed at my gut as I questioned whether the aircraft belonged to our forces or the enemy's. With no time to spare, I pressed onward, my eyes fixed on the familiar silhouette of our house.

As I drew closer, relief flooded my senses. Our home stood unscathed amidst the chaos

I'm almost there, nearing the safety of our home, then suddenly, a high-pitched whine pierces the air. The sound grows louder and louder, and as I glance outside, my heart plummets to the depths of despair. The fighter jet I spotted earlier is hurtling towards me!

Instinct kicks in with lightning speed as I veer the tractor sharply, desperately evading the onslaught of machine gun fire. The air crackles with tension as the fighter jet unleashes its deadly payload, a storm of bullets raining down upon me. With a surge of adrenaline, I push the tractor to its limits, narrowly dodging the lethal barrage.

But in my haste, I overcompensate, and the tractor lurches violently, flipping over with a deafening crash.

"Aaarrrggghhh!!!" My head throbs from the impact, but there's no time to dwell on the pain. I got out from the wreckage of our tractor and made a run for our house.

Blood trickles down my brow but I gotta run. Adrenaline has already kicked in. "I need to go home."

Just a few more steps, and I can already see the door of our house. I'm getting closer when it suddenly swings open, and in that moment, it's as if I've forgotten all the pain I've endured. Despite the deafening explosions echoing around us, my focus narrows to the sight of my family: Papa, Mama, and my twin sisters. They're about to leave the house, their figures outlined against the backdrop of chaos and destruction. 

Thank goodness they're safe, I think to myself. The air is thick with the acrid scent of smoke, the ground trembling beneath my feet with each explosion. Despite the chaos, the sight of my family fills me with overwhelming joy.

But why do they look so... distraught? Have I done something wrong? Their eyes are fixed above, wide with fear, as if they're witnessing something beyond comprehension. Mama stumbles backwards, her hands reaching out instinctively for support, while Papa holds the twins close, his jaw clenched tightly in a grimace of determination. The twins cry inconsolably, their tiny voices lost amidst the cacophony of war.

"I'm home, Papa, Mama!" I shout, but their responses are lost to me, drowned out by the deafening roar of destruction surrounding us. "Huh? I can't hear you!" I plead, desperation creeping into my voice as I strain to make out their words.

As my vision blurs from the blood streaming down my face, I notice a speck in the sky, growing larger by the second. I don't know what it is, but my parents' gestures seem to indicate that they're pushing me away, urging me to flee from the impending danger. Why? I'm almost there, just a few steps more, and I'll be home... Why?

Once again, I look up to the sky... and something falls from above. It's a bomb.

I reached out my hand for them. No, no... Mama, Papa, Lili, Rosie! Run! But in the blink of an eye, everything is consumed by a blinding light, the world erupting into chaos and destruction.

No!

"NOOOOOO!!!" Ivan's voice echoed through the darkness, his hands still outstretched in desperation. Tears streamed down his face, mingling with the sweat that drenched his brow. His breath came in ragged gasps, as if he were drowning in the suffocating weight of despair.


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