(That's your mark, go get him.)
(Sure.)
Having received the order, Lux acted completely without mercy as she blended in with the crowd. The job was simple, something she had done time and time again. Moving in on the unaware target she prepared her weapon for that time around Lux merely passed by and the deed was done. Leaving town that night she was already long gone before her target fell to a rare and untreatable disease, it was just another day at the office for Lux. Even if she was used to that line of work, the victims she was sent to the grim reaper was not the usual kind of garbage like political dissonance or undercover assets no longer needed, this time it was middle management in various drug operations throughout the Empire. While she had no problem with dealing with that kind of scum, it was the challenge itself that was the problem. Simple assassination like that was something she could do in her sleep, and sometimes she even did. It was not that she liked killing people, but the lack of challenge was starting to slightly irritate her. 
"Why don't we just hit them with a drone strike?"
"... You know why we can't do that and I don't really have the time to list all those reasons why that's not going to work out."
"Why?"
"Because I already did that yesterday and I don't really like repeating it… What's wrong Lux? I'm asking as a parent here, not your commander."
"Okay then, time to cut the bullshit."
Calling for an increase in the encryption between the two of them, Dax momentarily cut out as a high speed ultra secure data bridge was formed. Establishing a direct neural contact Dax asked Lux a single question.
"How long has it been since you have read up on qiton grand battlefield tactics?"
"... About 500 years."
"Okay, do you remember the basics?"
"Yeah, 'command level strategic warfare deals with space, air, ground, urban and economic level domains to incorporate them with the absolute efficiency' name of the game is cross domain efficiency… That doesn't exactly help me."
"I guess you really did miss the point of that book… Well anyway, the reason for not simply nuking the Empire is mana. Do you know the ignition point of mana in comparison to this atmosphere? And what about how it's generated? Also, it would simply be too good of potential tactical advantage to destroy mana before we learn about it."
"So you want to bring mana back to our world?"
"Yeah, generation of mana is possible, we already know that from the moonbase. With the crazy shit we've already seen mana can do I believe it will come to be a great tactical advantage."
"... That is true, then what about the drugs?"
Finally starting to see Dax's reason for not just igniting the atmosphere and simply just picking up the leftovers, Lux started asking out the other issue weighing on her mind.
"Really?"
"Really."
Hearing that Lux was really completely lost Dax breathed a deep sigh before he asked her a question in return.
"What're the 3 most reliable ways to collapse a country?"
"... Economic crisis, health crisis and insurgent uprising or civil war."
"Exactly, that's why we're hitting the Empire with all 3 at the same time."
Finally seeing the larger picture Lux put on a bloodthirsty smile.
"That's my daughter, now go get the other targets please~"
"Sir, yes sir."
-
(Well, he said that but…)
Having arrived in the north part of the Empire, Lux started to have some doubts about her own abilities as she overlooked an entire town entirely dedicated to producing illegal drugs. With almost endless fields of crops ready to harvest, any other town would be getting ready for a harvest festival, but the atmosphere here was quite different.
(With the crop ready to be harvested, everyone is probably on edge as this is the prime time to steal the product… Now, what should I do about all this?)
While Lux had received orders to reduce this area's output to zero, she was left with the freedom to figure out exactly how to do that herself. The easiest and at the same time hardest way to do that would be to just burn all the crops, but the sheer area to cover made that nothing more than a fever dream for Lux. What she needed was a structural weak point in the entire operation, but sadly there wasn't some space elevator or magnetic levitation train vital to the distribution of the product, even if she went around and destroyed every single carriage in town they could just be repaired. With both the destruction of vital infrastructure, the product itself and distribution ruled out there was really only one thing Lux could strike: refinement. Casing the town, Lux located 5 distinct refinement area's and waited for nightfall. Entering the first refinement building Lux walked around to find out what she could poke in order to throw a wrench in the production.
(It seems like they haven't overhauled these production area's, just gradually built out the buildings over time as the demand rose… That makes my job a lot simpler.)
Finding out what she needed to do, Lux started isolating structural weak points of the building before she started throwing knives at them. Working efficiently Lux made her way through the building as the quiet wisps of her throwing knives flew through the air and impaling themselves in the wooden support pillars, Lux suddenly switched target and cleaved open the skull of a random goon who had made his way into the building.
(That's not a guard… Seems like I'm not the only one targeting this town, that also works out great for me.)
Moving on the 3 next buildings Lux infiltrated them without issue and continued to plant her rune engraved throwing knives, finding the final building to be the by far most secured one. While she could force her way inside without issue, it would be a problem if she was identified. Instead of a head on assault, Lux found a nearby rooftop where she observed the guard's patrol patterns for about an hour before she sent out a short wave electromagnetic pulse. The pulse travelled about a few kilometres in all directions before it dissipated, but not before it hit a backpack Lux had hidden in a tree outside the town. The backpack contained a simple mana interface coupled up to a radio transceiver, which sent out a burst of mana before it self destructed. In turn, the burst of mana activated the throwing knives Lux had left all over the place which exploded and started fires all over the town at the same time.
(Now run, hurry up and put out the fires~)
Watching the guards scatter like baby spiders as they panicked, Lux picked out a few distinct responses. While most of the guards started panicking, there were also a few people who acted like they were allied with the other faction which was also aiming to disrupt the operation.
(Shit.)
And then there were the people who quickly figured out what exactly was happening and immediately started looking after Lux, making her abandon her observation point as they located her and started tossing spells in her direction. While her cover had been blown, Lux was confident that they still hadn't seen her face and thus, she could still complete her mission without any real issues down the line. Covering her face with some cloth, Lux responded to the spells with a hail of throwing knives which immediately detonated and created a smokescreen as she pulled out a bayonet and closed the range.
"Wha!-"
As her first target hadn't expected Lux to charge into a fight with a clear numbers disadvantage, she easily drew first blood as her bayonet sank into the eye of the goon. Pulling out her blade as she kicked the copse into another hostile, Lux threw out a handful of smoke booms and caltrops as she blocked off the larger grouping of her opponents before she charged the isolated prey. Working through the crowd leaving a sea of blood behind, Lux entered the last drug refinery while spreading want and destruction before she escaped into the night.
---
With some ash still in the air, the entire town was on edge after the attack that had happened the night before. With nowhere to refine the product which a certain organization had spent a lot of coin and influence on growing now rendered useless, the scent of blood was in the air. While the product itself had not been harmed, it would lose its potency before it could be transported to a new refinery, so Lux had in effect killed the year's harvest off before it had been pulled out of the ground. With such an extreme loss of profits, the criminal organization which had set up the entire operation sent out a 'cleaner'. Standing about 1 and a half meter tall the blind beastkin woman with short black hair didn't look like much, but most of the guards know exactly who she was and the ruthless reputation she had in the organization.
"Get the fools out here now."
"Y-yes ma'am."
Speaking in a confident tone of voice as the large ears on top of her head twitched as they picked up almost every sound within a kilometre, the beastkin cleaner kept up a blank face.
"Is that all of them?"
"It is, along with me that's all the sur-"
Not allowing the guard to finish his sentence, the cleaner gripped the man by his neck as she lifted him off the ground and before anyone knew what happened she snapped his spine with only a tiny bit of effort.
"What happened here?"
Walking over to one of the other surviving guards, the cleaner asked another question as her clouded blue eyes seemed to look right through him.
"I don't-"
Hearing that the second guard also wasn't of any use, the cleaner punched him in the throat, walking over to the next one as he started drowning in his own blood.
"A-all of a sudden 4 of the refineries blew up and before we knew what happened, a single assailant attacked us."
After seeing the beastkin woman kill two of his comrades, the 3rd guard seemed to have learnt the lesson as he quickly told her what had happened. In response, the cleaner 'looked' at his expression for a few seconds before she walked away, picking up a caltrop which she started examining.
"Boss, we have finished examining the other sites. From the tracks left at the sites, it seems like there only was a single person like these people said."
While the cleaner examined the caltrop Lux had left behind, her subordinates arrived after having examined the other refineries.
"... I smell a trace amount of spices, it seems like we need to visit the As'li desert."
"Understood, we're ready to move out. What should we do with the rest of these fools?"
"Kill them, our organization has no need for such calibre of personnel."
With shouts of requests for mercy and the sound of people dying all around her, the cleaner showed a faint smile as she thought about going south after having spent such a long time in the cold north of the Empire.


After crash landing in what turns out to be a fantasy world, the orbital marine Dax will have to fight the powers that
occupy the world to reclaim the technology that got stranded along with him and eventually repair his crashed ship
to return to his own world.
On the way he discovers the rule breaking power of mana, a special particle that seems naive to the world he now
is a part of. Feeling seriously outgunned Dax places a priority on regaining his lost weaponry that is scattered
throughout the world, ranging in size and effectiveness from electromagnetically powered assault rifles,
powered exoskeletons and autonomous drones from the size of a spying UAV to heavy assault ships.
But the marine is not alone in his search those weapons, the powers of the world he now finds himself a part of is
quickly realizing that something outside their realm of understanding has graced the planet and that those artefacts
trapped inside large floating black sphere’s hold vast strategic value. Dax is then faced with a complex problem,
he must secure the technology that he needs to leave while at the same time make sure the tools of war from his world is not misused at the cost of being made a target by powers he fails to fully understand.

On his way Dax will have run ins with various powers, some of them hostile, some of them a bit more amenable to persuasion and mutual cooperation. After all, what is a knight, king, angel, demon or grand wizard to a railgun or even a tactical class high energy laser in orbit?

They’re soft targets.


For the record, English is not my first language, so there might be some spelling/grammar mistakes here and there. I’ve been getting better at writing over the last year or so, and have plans to go back and edit my old chapters, but it’s really hard to find the time.

Also, check out my discord server if anyone of you wants to trash talk me with a faster response time~ 

https://discord.gg/uHVhX9m

Year 2039, Day 16, September. 

20 miles east of Allogny, France. A squad of 10 highly trained soldiers of the French Special Forces,  equipped with modern techs, slowly moved through the forest. Each of them had a Heckler & Koch XM8 advanced on their hands and Night Vision Goggles on their eyes as it was night time. They moved very quietly and each step they took was carefully proceeded.

12 hours earlier, the French Union received an information about an insurgent group intruded into their country from the CIA. Even though the information couldn't be accurate, it wouldn't hurt to check it, so they sent one of their best team as the information said that these guys are not your regular terrorists! They are highly skilled and equipped with advanced weaponry and techs, or so the CIA said. 

The team of French Special Force or FSF, lead by first lieutenant, Gabriel Adams, was deployed for the mission. His team was known to be one of the best in the FSF. They never miss their mark and dished out a lot of guys who planned to attack their country.

His instincts told him that this raid is rigged as the information was clearly not sufficient, but he still took the job as if it was true, then there is a chance of a possible terrorists attack! They couldn't let that happen.

They were staying low while moving forward. "lieutenant, don't you think this is weird?" one of the men asked. Gabriel said, "Think so? This could be a trap for all we know!". Another one asked, 'Why think that way LT?". He bitterly smiled and said, "There is an 80% chance that we won't be going home, that's why".

His men were shocked. Till now, they have fought many times, even with other countries forces and their Lieutenant, who is an iron hearted man, never worried about anything! But now, he's saying that they won't leave here alive, that's preposterous!

Another one of their men suddenly said with a serious voice, "Do you not trust us LT?". Gabriel smiled again as he said, "Its not that I don't trust you, its that this whole mission seems rigged". 

The men were confused so they looked at each other as they stopped their advance and looked at him. Gabriel knew that he had to disclose what he know or it might get them into trouble without getting prepared for what's going to come. He stopped and said, "Don't you all think its all just.....strange?". The men just looked at each other, then looked at him, waiting for his answer.

He then said, "CIA is such an informed intelligence organization and yet they didn't provided us with sufficient information like, which organization these insurgents were from or how many of them are there or what type of weaponry they posses, but they gave us their location, this is actual Connerie¹!".

They now realized the fact behind it. This is more like a setup! They gave the location of the insurgents, they said they were armed and skilled, yet they didn't provide anymore information and disclosed that they couldn't find anything about their number or which organization they are from. Now all the piece are coming together. This raid is f*cking rigged!

They are about to decide weather or not to move forward, the comm sounded, "Lieutenant, what happened? Why are you not proceedings forward?" it was their Colonel.

Back at the base, Colonel Luigi was standing before the monitor screen and was waiting anxiously for the reply from Lieutenant Gabriel. Ever since he heard that there were insurgents, who sneakily intruded their country even though they had a tight security, still managed to pass through with no problem. He was racking his brain that all of his brain juice would flow out through his ears and nose. To pass through that tight security means these guys must be skilled as the information from CIA said or the security must be sleeping! There is no other way for them to get into France! Even if they came through the border, the border patrol force would shoot them at sight and then ask questions.

France is a strong nation that can stand on its own. Even though they suffered heavily in the two world wars against the Germans, they are still a nation with strong military to defend themselves well. If any come through the border without permission, they are considered as a threat and immediately shot at sight. So such a county actually let insurgents into their territory means a great insult to them.

So when the CIA told them this, they immediately sent one of their best teams to dish out the insurgents, but now, they are not moving and was talking to each other with no care at all! When they get back, they will have a earful of words from him! 

He was waiting for a reply and it came immediately without delay, "This is Lieutenant Gabriel, Sir! This raid doesn't seem right to us, this is probably rigged" Gabriel said. Luigi raised his eyebrow as he did not expect such answer. The technicians on the control looked at him. He know that if he is saying that this raid is a trap, then there's is a 90% chance it is.

He wants to cancel this very much so, but what if those insurgent group attack one of their cities? What if they bomb one of their attraction centers and kill hundreds? These questions were playing over and over inside his head. All he can do is trust his men and trust, that they can take these guys down. He said to them on the mic, "This could be one as you suspect, but we can't leave if there were really a insurgent group and they plan on attacking us? What will we do when hundreds of innocent lives die just because we thought that one single mission was rigged? Now I want to cancel this more than you guys but, I don't want to think about the result of it! Its your call Lieutenant, do what you feel is right and I'll respect it".

On the other side of the comm, inside the forest, all the ten of them heard the Colonel. They know that this is a heavy decision to make. One they turn back and risk the chance of getting attacked. Second, they proceed forward and there is a chance of them never going home again or going home with a win and make sure the safety of those innocents. They all looked at Gabriel, he is their Lieutenant, their leader! They will accept whatever he says cause they had been through life and death situations together and came back alive. If this is the first time they are gonna lose or win at the cost of something, they will take it down or take it down with them!

Gabriel stayed silent, he want to make sure that the innocent people are safe and at the same time he wants his men, who were willing to follow him to death! He know it is a hard choice, but he want both. He finally spoke, "My mama once said..."Son, if you are going for it, then go high or go home" I'm not going home! I'm going high!" the men all smiled and so did the Colonel at the base. Gabriel then said to the comm, "Sir, the mission will proceed as planned! We will take down those Baiseurs de mère² or go down with them! Gabriel out!" he then cut off the comms. Gabriel looked at his men.

They all looked serious and their resolve was strong. They will follow their leader even if its death, if they could ensure the safety of innocent lives and the safety of their country, its worth it.

He put on the Night Vision Goggles(NVG) and the rest of them did the same. He said, "Longue vie à la France³!". The others also said the same in unison, "Longue vie à la France!". They then proceeded forward towards their target.

Inside that same forest, 200 meters away from the FSF team in the direction they are headed, two figures are staying low and watching the movements of the FSF team. Both of them were wearing black and black outfit that blends really well in the night. They have the high tech equipments that is enough to put the FSF unit's equipment to shame. One of them was holding a AWR-17 sniper rifle which had a silencer attached to it with a movement detect/thermal detect type-2 times 8 CQBSS scope on top of the rifle. The other one was looking at them with a M830r 8x30r binoculars with thermal/night vision. He had a AUG A5 on his back, which is the now advanced version of AUG A3.

The one with the sniper said, "Aww, will you look at that? Ain't that sweet? Now I feel like not-shooting these guys, what do you say, Tom?" and turns out the one with the sniper rifle is a girl. Her voice was cute, only if she wasn't holding a sniper rifle, she would be a normal High schooler type.

Her teammate named Tom said while observing their "targets" and without even looking at her, "Stop whining and snipe them, shoot when we get the go". She said with a smile, "Yeah yeah, roger that, even though you got a beauty at your side and you don't even bat an eye..... oh! Could it be your into men?" a fist hammered down on her head, "Ouch!" she whined. "Jerry, could you please focus? These guys or not the regular strike force, they are FSF and one of the best teams in it! So concentrate! There, 180 meters and closing" he went back to looking on the binoculars.

180 meters away, the team was closing in. They were looking in every known direction for signs of movement, but it was dead quiet, which scared them even more! There was not even a single sound! Not even the sounds of insects or owls, just the night breeze.

Suddenly, all their comms sounded at the same time, "FSF team "Riots" of France, you are kindly asked to stop where you are and turn back, we do not want to harm you or anyone, but we will take you down if you don't take us for granted and move one step forward, please think before you act as we do not want to spill any blood and end this in a peaceful way" the transmission ended. One of them shouted, "Gabby! What the heck was that!? How did they talk to us!? They couldn't possibly have our frequency channel! Then how!?". The one called Gabby sat down and was scrambling on his Weblink, a bracelet type computer which could be taken anywhere, anytime, with eaze like taking a bracelet, mostly used by the military. His eyes were wide in shock and surprise. He said, "They..... Hacked the whole network just go speak to us...".

Now it was their turn to be shocked and surprised. Even if they don't know about it to the level of Gabby, they knew it is very hard to break into their network and it would take at least a day to break in. Yet these guys did that within like 12 hours or maybe even less! These guys techies are scary.

Aside from the techie part, they still got the warning to consider. It could be a prank to make them go away so they won't have to fight, or it could be real. But what's more surprising is that they gave a them a warning when they could have possibly taken them out. These guys are hard to understand.

He then said, "This doesn't change anything, we will move forward and look out for snipers, we are basically ducks for them to shoot".

180 meters away from them, Tom kept two fingers on his ears like he was hearing something. "Affirmative" he said. He then said to Jerry, "Bling Bling, we have a go! The moment anyone takes more than two steps forward, put them down" he started his bird watching again.

Jerry smirked as she said, "Solid copy" she cocked her gun and aimed at one of them. 

*Pew* 

179 meters away, Gabby got shot right in middle of his head and fell down. The medic and others rushed towards him, "GABBY!!!!!!!". The medic checked his pulse and started to cry, "Gabby is.... No longer with us". The rest also couldn't take it and tears dripped from their eyes. Everyone of them were always together whenever they did something. Happy times, sad times and funny times they had together all flashed in their eyes. Gabby was with them in every moment they shared! He was like a geek little brother to them and now, he's gone. Rage filled within them and they lost all reasoning as they took their guns and started to fire in the direction they were going.

Tom lay down on the ground due to their suppressive fire. Jerry was aiming at them one by one like tagging them, but didn't shoot them.

Colonel Luigi was more and more anxious. Their whole military network got hacked for a few seconds and the hackers just let them go after a few seconds without even taking a peek at their top secret files. They were more suspicious about this confusing action of the hackers, but nonetheless, they were happy that their files were safe. They were trying to see if they really didn't look at their files or just pretended to not look at them. He then went near the mic and said as he stood while supporting himself by keeping his hands on the control panel, "Lieutenant, you guy got anything?".

Gabriel immediately said, "Sir, Gabby is down! I repeat! Gabby is down! We are now laying down some suppressive fire on the enemy sniper!" He fired even though he can't see where the target is.

Colonel Luigi hit the panel and asked, "How many snipers are there!? Is there anyone else beside the sniper!? Talk to me son! What the f*ck is going on there!?" he shouted. Gabriel replied, "There is only one enemy sniper! Sir! But we couldn't pin their location!" he layer down some more fire.

Colonel Luigi was going crazy. Even if its just one sniper, without knowing their precise location, they are just sitting ducks. Luigi was about to say something but the comms have been terminated once again. He punched the control panel in anger.

Back at the forest, Gabriel didn't know that their communication was terminated and focused on shooting. 

On the other side, Jerry was very patience. She had her finger on the trigger and was jumping from one target to the other without firing. Tom kept quiet and let her do her job. 

She then finally stopped jumping around targets and aimed at Gabriel. She breathed in and let it out. 

*Pew*

Just like that, Gabriel fell down with a hole on his forehead. She didn't give the rest time to greave for their Lieutenant and shot down another one. She just jumped from one target to the other, each shot put down one and all of them were at the center of the head. Within 18 seconds of her firing, nine best soldiers of the FSF, lay dead.

Tom then said as he kept two fingers on his ear like before, "Tangos down, Perimeter is secure! Returning to FOB⁴!". He then took his hands off and said, "Good job, your a great shot as ever". Jerry just smiled and didn't say anything. She knows she's a great shot! She's one of the top ten snipers in the whole damn world. 

Colonel Luigi was waiting anxiously for the connection to get back. His anxiousness grew more and more for every second. The connection was finally back and there was a video sent to them, not the comm channel to Lieutenant Gabriel. He nodded his head and the operator on the seat played it. 

There is only black screen and a voice said, "Mr Colonel Luigi Papres, your men did not take our warning so we had to take them out, for that we are extremely sorry, we did not come here to bomb people or kill innocent lives or pry into your national secrets, our mission is something else which we are not authorized to disclose with you and once again, we are extremely sorry for what happened and we don't want the same thing to happen again" the voice ended and the black screen played the video of FSF team being wiped out. 

Luigi was running cold sweat, 'That kind of sniping skills could rank in top ten of the world' he thought. The video screen went black and the mysterious voice said once again, "We know that you are probably thinking and thinking hard like who are we? As an apology, we will tell you our identity, we are GHOSTS" the video ended and deleted itself. 

Five seconds later, the whole server crashed.





1. "Connerie" mean "Bullsh*t" in French. 

2. "Baiseurs de mère" means "Mother F*ckers" in French. 

3. "Longue vie à la France" means "Long Live France" in French. 

4. For those who don't know, "FOB" means "Forward Operating base" in military terms. 


Peace out ✌.

Year 2039

The world is getting more and more advanced through the passage of time! There's a lot of things such as the medical field, the educational field, the resources field, the science field, the economical field and at last, The Military field! 

Every country wants to be the top on the Whole Wide World! But there is always someone stronger or someone sneaky! 

During this new age of Modern world, a new division of Armed forces was created by every country, The "Under SOLS meaning "Under SOLDIERS"! 

Teenagers of age 15 - 17 get trained to be the elites of the country's military and be send to the front line or co-ops. 

Madagascar United or MGU for short, is one of the sneaky ones who developed and gathered their power to rival even the super powers! 

This story will be about a small country being the monster that others will come to acknowledge of. 

(Please enjoy and comment anything you want! Give me PS and support me more!) 

(My other work : The General)

"Jace we can't stop the plane it's about to take off!" shouted my technician as he stood at the control center pounding on the keyboard. I grunted as I started to fire at the incoming enemy, after unloading a mag in their direction I shouted through my mike.
" Fuck we cant let hem take off. Ryan cover me!!" I shouted at my sergeant who nodded at the order and started to unload his carbine at the men approaching from the corridor pushing them back around the corner. As a i started to sprint down the corridor towards the door leading to the airfield. I burst through the door with sounds of gunshots and explosions all around me. The Assault on the main base of the terrorist group al-hakam was in full swing, I needed to get on the plane to stop them from detonating an old USSR nuke over the middle east sparking an International incident that could be the main cause of WW3. running out i immediately  spot the cargo craft getting ready to go down the runway. I start to sprint to the still open back dropping my gear as I run to get more speed. The aircraft is going to need to get up to about 180moh to take off  so I have about 30 seconds to sprint over 300 yards. I grit my teeth and yank out a syringe full of yellow liquid from my vest pocket and slam it into my chest pushing all the liquid into my body.
  I feel the fluid rush through my veins, i let loose a roar as my eyes take on a crocodile like slit and my fingers morph into claws, i slam my foot into the ground as it shatter the concrete and launching  myself forward at tremendous speeds, the liquid was called HX-352 or to the special forces we called it Dragon's Breath cause once you injected yourself with it u were the most tyrannical beast on the battlefield running up to 200mph, able to lift over 10 tons and instantly heal from any damage and claws that can make steel look like silly putty, only downfall is that it last about 3 minutes and after it runs out u die. 'Desperate times calls for desperate measures' i thought as i sprinted closer to the entrance of the cargo plane. There were about six soldiers on the planes and they were pretty shocked to see me rushing at them, but not freezing up the starte to unload their mags at me. I growled, slamming my foot down, launching myself into the cargo hold. 
As soon as I landed I launched myself at the closet insurgent slamming my fist into his jaw feeling it shatter on impact, he flew back slamming into the wall separating the cockpit and cargo hold. Wasting no time, I launched a hard right into the next soldiers sending him bouncing out of the plane. I get ready to swing at the next one when the plane take a sharp incline going about70 Degrees sending us all sliding out of the back i slam my claws into the metal catching myself  i pull out my pistols and shoot at a couple of insurgents that caught something before sliding out, the round hits one in the head and hits another shoulder forcing them to let go and fly out. I claw my way up to the cockpit door and rip it off of the hinges. Yanking myself in i grap the pilot and sent him flying out the door, I jumped into the seat and started to level out the plane. Grabbing the radio i called tuned into the military channel,
" Chariot. Chariot, this Foxhound one cargo plane has been taken over and all hostels have been eliminated awaiting further orders." I spoke.
"Foxhound this is Chariot, NEw intel has come in the Nuke is set to self deduct when it goes under 1000ft pls copy."
"Chariot what is my objective." I heard no response, nodding to myself as I adjusted the plane's course and  I spoke what were my last words.
" Chariot I'm heading over to a US military base that is 10 klicks south of my location as soon as I enter the airspace shoot me down and retrieve the wreckage."
"Foxhound On behalf of the United States of America We thank you for your service."
I nod to myself and sit in the pilot's seat, so many thoughts go through my head. Captain  Jace Hawkthorne, 26 years old, 6'2", 235LB, Type AB-. after highschool i went to college for a doctorate in mechanical engineering getting it in less than 4 years. I joined the service after 9/11 wanting to do my part in helping put this world together. I went into the marines officer program and I moved through the basic training top of my platoon. Going  into raider training top and left it top of the class, after serving in the group for 3 years with over a dozen operations under my belt i was shouted to join a new group called Task Force Gamma taking only the best of the best and using us for highly sensitive missions that could spark a international crisis, i served in them over a half a decade stopping dictators, aliens, cults, mad scientists, rouge military groups and terrorist cells all over the world i have seen most of the known world and explored most of the unknown seeing thing that would make some people skin crawl and puke ot the internal organs but not for a minute did i regret any of this. My family died when i was young so i grew up in the system bouncing from home to home so the military was the only family i knew. I tilt my head back and laugh as i closed in on the base smiling to myself it has been a good run i thought as my entire world flashed white.

This is a story of a man who lived his whole life as a soldier reincarnating with DeathStrokes power and system from dc to help this Marvel will be with the MCU as the base for most of the information and arcs with the comics and additional marvel Sony based movies adde to it this will Not have a Harem i do not own any of the Marvel or Ninja Gaiden content and i only own my OC's

Just like Jiang Chen said, this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Ghost Agents already helped the Russian Security Service transport weapons and equipment to the opposition party in Frankberg for over a year, but until now they didn't find a suitable opportunity to use these weapons. Both the insurgents and the Russian intelligence personnel were waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity to crush the Rothschild family.
Now, the opportunity emerged.
"Researcher at the Institute of Rothschild Bank broke the news, illegal research on brainwashing human subjects"
"Frankberg Prime Minister is controlled by a mysterious organization? Demystifying the story of the Freemasonry and European integration"
"The European media is collectively silent, the poor people are living in lies"
"This is bullsh*t! When did the New York Times start to report on these inconspicuous reports."
Carmen slammed the newspaper on the table and rubbed his hand on his chin. Through the haze in his pupils, it was evident that he was not in the most pleasant mood.
The research institute was indeed researching brainwashing technology, but he could swear to God that he did not use brainwashing technology on those politicians. Of course, if the brain specialists under his command could achieve a 100% success rate, he would not mind doing so. But without certainty, it would be a headache to just explain where the missing public figures went.
Standing in front of Carmen's desk, his assistant hesitated for a moment, then finally reported.
"The news was uploaded from the news channel of Future 1.0. At first, the news spread only on the Internet before being reprinted by newspapers. Not only the New York Times, but the global media are now reporting this research report. Now the entrance to our institute has been surrounded by protesters, demanding the research institute reveal the truth. Radical protesters even threw bricks and are burning flasks inside. Research work has completely stalled..."
"Send some people with our newest equipment. I need the security there to be the best possible," Carmen looked at Johnson. " Your only task is to protect that institute, and if someone dares to enter our private property, shoot them!"
"Yes." Johnson saluted.
"Allow me to be blunt, this is not the best choice..." The assistant intended to add something, but Carmen stopped him with his eyes. He took two steps back and shrugged. "Okay."
The assistant bowed his head and left the office.
The office was quiet once again. After a long silence, Carmen again turned his eyes to Johnson.
"Is the identity of the traitor determined?"
"The researcher of the 7th Research Institute of the Golden Apple Mass Production Project, Steven Radneck." Standing next to the desk, Johnson reported.
"Where is he now?" Carmen said with a sullen expression.
"In Xin."
"What about his family?"
"Before he left the country, they already entered Russia. It is estimated that they already reunited with him in Xin."
Sinking into the chair, Carmen was silent.
The power of the Freemasonry in Xin was almost non-existent. It was not impossible to kill an individual there, but the risk and return would not be proportional. Even if he killed Steven, nothing would change about the current scandal. Instead, it may be used as ammunition.
Just then, the phone on the table began to vibrate.
After the phone vibrated for three seconds, Carmen reached for the phone and put it beside his ear. He didn't need to see the caller to know it was Peter.
"God... What did you do? What is this human experiment? You didn't say any of this to me..."
"It's all refugees, and refugees without registered citizenship. That's enough, enough of your false sympathy Mr. Peter. Now it's better to calm down with me and think about what we should do to deal with this scandal."
"Wait, buddy, that news article says you are doing brainwashing experiments..."
"Why, Mr. Peter, do you want to be a volunteer in the lab?" Carmen laughed sullenly which made Peter immediately shut his mouth.
"Don't ask what you don't need to ask. It's best to think with your brain before you ask. If I really intended to brainwash you, would you still be able to call me with this tone?"
After finishing this sentence, Carmen hung up and tossed the phone back on the table.
...
In the mountains of southern Bava, Frankberg, this was the border between Frankberg and Austria. In the depths of the uninhabited woods, a cabin long-abandoned was full of people.
The smell of tobacco hid the moldy smell of the woods, a pile of polished automatic rifles and ammunition were stacked up in the corners and tables. There were two maps placed on the table that had already begun to grow mushrooms. A traffic map and a blueprint for the research institute.
"The plan is this." The Germanic head, holding the marker, placed symbols, lines, and arrows to indicate the course of action. "There will be a sniper that will support us, but after we enter the facility, we have to rely on ourselves."
"What about the security system? If they locked the door of the institute internally, we can't carry enough explosives to blast the wall," said a bearded man.
"Use this," the Germanic leader took out a USB flash drive from his pocket. "There will be a hacker who will help us remotely. As long as we plug it into a computer in the guardhouse, their security system is ours."
"They can't give me some decent drones? For example, the ones that appeared in Ukraine with machine guns on the bottom." Playing with the beta-3 drone in his hand, an insurgent soldier complained.
Among all the drone export models from Future Heavy Industries, only the beta-3 drone had the widest export range. However, since it was a non-military drone, it was necessary to make modifications before being used for military purposes.
"Be content, this is our country. You can't expect others to finish all of our obligations."
After that, the leader slapped the map on the table, looked at the soldiers around him, and sternly said.
"Brothers, we have been waiting for this day for almost a year."
"Tomorrow we will be on the battlefield. I hope that you have not forgotten the training you have received abroad."
"I don't want to say anything more, tomorrow we will fire the first shot of this war. Some people will be hurt, some will be sacrificed, we have to fight with our own people. But no matter what happens, I hope that you will always remember, always remember our mission."


After the nuclear war, ruins stretch across the landscape in the apocalypse.
If you accidentally survived on the wasteland, then you must be ready to face the endless hunger, ceaseless dangers, the mad zombies at night, and the peculiar mutant creatures that are the aftermath of constant radiation.
But for Jiang Chen, this place is heaven.
Mansions standing tall, luxurious cars parked on the street, high tech products and gold abandoned everywhere.
What? You were the president of a game development company before the war? You were responsible for the development of the 3D virtual reality online multiplayer game? Well, that’s great, why don’t you come work for me. Your salary is two pieces of bread a day.
iPhone? Ultra thin design? Don’t you see that the phone I invented is thinner than a condom?
Aircraft carrier? Fighter jets? Oh, I have those things as well, but they are designed for space combat.
Watch the story of Jiang Chen, who possesses the ability to travel through space and time, as he witnesses the creation of an empire stretched across space and time... 


"What?" He shouted back. 

"Run!" Lizeth fired her rifle at the holes in that building. She fired the rifle worse this time due to the fact that the Focus ability was in cooldown. Lizeth ran to Abdul's direction in order to save him.

Abdul noticed Lizeth who was running in his direction with a rifle on her hands. He pulled a pistol out of his pocket and closed the laptop. The shout noticed the insurgents and they shouted something in Arabic as they started engaging Lizeth. Dozen of bullets started flying from the hole of the building.

"Aaaah," a bullet found its way to Lizeth's left hand. She used his focus ability again to slow down time. There was five insurgent on the building. She flipped the 3x zoom on her scope and made a precision fire on the enemy. 

Still, one of those guys decided to bring the big guns. A PK machine gun. It gave sudden shiver down Lizeth's spine. She quickly aimed down sights at the machine gunner and killed him. Abdul was running into the car and started the engine. 

Lizeth went for the passenger seat and she pulled the window down to shoot at the insurgent. The focus was on cooldown. One of the insurgents picked up the machine gun and started raining down bullets at her. 

The bullets were raining down. Not to the car, but to Lizeth. She got shot in the torso and in the left hand. Abdul managed to drive the car away from that city block of Fallujah. Lizeth, the foreigner, was more shocked than Abdul since she only knew that IS had been destroyed.

"You said that IS had been pushed away from Fallujah," Lizeth shouted to Abdul for the bad intel.

"Yes, IS, not insurgents," Abdul tried to make a good reason, "C'mon, at least we have good intel."

"Good intel your head," Lizeth opened his IFAK and raised the sleeves of her combat shirt to treat her wounds. He opened a bandage and wrapped it around the wounds on her hands. Lucky for her, thanks to the bullet damage reduction, the wound wasn't as painful as she thought it would be. "It's better be worth it Abdul," Lizeth said.

"Don't worry. It's a dead drop that is supposed to be sent for the insurgents," Abdul said. Lizbeth just smacked her hand on her forehead.

"It's not from INIS?" Lizbeth narrowed her eyes.

"Yes. It's supposed to be an intel that will be transported to a country. We intercepted it, I will send it to Langley," Abdul said as he handed down the laptop to Lizbeth, "Could you send it for me Lynx?"

"Yeah, but could you let me see the INIS files? I need some Intel on this village on the south of Al-Qaim," Lizeth said as she grabbed the laptop and sent that file to Langley. Lizeth opened the INIS server through Abdul's laptop. It was a server with multiple files.

"Hmm, Abdul, which one is the file on Al-Qaim?" She put her hands on the keyboard as the mouse was pointed to the search bar. 

"Intelligence On The Stolen Russian's WMD," Lizeth typed that words on the search bar, and a folder appeared. It was a folder containing pictures and a PDF document. Inside the PDF document, there was a detail on the Russian WMD. The Russian suitcase bomb. The bomb was constructed during the Soviet era.

[Amar Al-Jamari Ibn Somali]

This is the mastermind behind everything that happened on [REDACTED]. Amar Al-Jamari, more known as Blast Amar, has stolen more than 200 tons of potential IED material on the town of [REDACTED]. Based on the Intel gathered, his location was still unknown. Intel suggested that Amar has another plan. Intel said that Amar has stolen a nuke from Grozny during the Chechnya war. 

The nuke was a portable suitcase nuke bomb that has the ability to level the entire city. The state of the nuke was unstable due to the experimental state of the bomb itself. It is advised to find this bomb as soon as possible. 

The bomb was last seen in the southern region of Al-Qaim. The village was located far away from Al-Qaim. It is expected that the area itself is quite inhabited. Tread carefully, the villager used to be a staging base of IS.

[END OF REPORT]

The bomb was a silver suitcase. The suitcase wasn't that conspicuous at all. The problem was finding that silver suitcase in a place as big as an entire city. It could be anywhere. Hell. It could be under your bed if the terrorist wanted to place it there.

Lizeth wondered how a nation as big as the Russian federation could get their nuke stolen by Insurgents. Especially when the nuke was an experimental one. Everything seemed to be too unreal if she wasn't a contractor. She was too busy with her laptop and she didn't notice that they had arrived at their next destination. It was the city of Hit.

"Lynx, we have arrived," Abdul parked his car on a town that had the same name as a verb on English. Lizeth switched her loadout to casual one which was her shirt with a shemagh. She grabbed the bag from the back of the car and they walked.

"Hit? Is this really the name of the town?" Lizeth asked Abdul as they walked on the street of that small town. Different than Fallujah, this town was more civilized. The citizens were walking like an ordinary person. The buildings in that town weren't expressing that the city was in a war-torn country. She saw that Abdul was greeting several people on the street by calling them Habibi or habibti. The people just smiled at both of them.

The situation of the city made her wonder, 'Why the hell the things I see in the news is only woman in burka when the reality isn't?' she smiled at a woman in her veil. Abdul and Lizeth walked to a house near the river of that city. It was a safe house.

"I know you're very tired. Here's the key to your room," Abdul said as Lizeth took that key and walked to her room. Abdul left her because he wanted to walk around the town.

When she opened the room. She felt a cold breeze hitting her face. The room was a room with a simple bed, an air conditioner, and a bathroom. It was comfortable in comparison to sleeping in the middle of the car. She put her bag on the floor and put off her shoes. She put her body on the bed. Comfy. She then fell asleep.

CIA. FSB. How can I be involved in all of this?

How can anything happen so sudden?

Is everything has a secret meaning nowadays?

Does the government always hiding something from us?

Everything went from dealing with street thugs to dealing with a conflict between the CIA and FSB. 

The clock is ticking. Got to find that nuke fast.
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This book contains a lot of technical terms.

~August 1, 3rd Year of the Chryxian Calendar~

"Lord Undine" A voice similar as that of a child was heard inside my mind.

—Undine POV—

"What is it?" I replied to the child-like voice of Lys inside my head.

"I have finished my investigation on Buinswick Palace"

"The result?"

"Just as you have predicted... the hero summoning ritual has been hasten with enough sacrifice that resulted in 5 heroes being summoned"

"Meaning that they did 5 Hero Summoning Rituals in total"

"That is right"

"... Do you have any information about the heroes?"

"... Unfortunately not yet... They seem to be extremely secretive about the Hero Summoning Ritual. It's to the point that only the higher echelons of the caste know about it. If it wasn't for the fact that person, Frank von Berun, is a big blabbermouth. We wouldn't be able to found out that they have succeeded in their Summoning Ritual."

"... *sigh* Continue with the investigation"

"Understand"

We cut our telephatic connection and proceed with our respective duty with mine being a ruler.

~Saizony Frontier Outpost~

It's been 3 days since our little border skirmish incident.

The prisoners of war that we captured and given to the military was sentenced to slavery.

Their fate would depends now on whoever buys them. For us, we were given money and some intel they have on Buinswick.

They have given us Intel thinking that we are from a secret organization who stands to benefit in Buinswick's defeat. Resulting in them believing that if they help us, we would be able to establish friendly relation and help them in this war and after the war. 

Little did they now that we're also planning on their own downfall. Giving us Intel and giving us their trust is beneficial to our goals.

According to the Intel given to us by Saizony. Buinswick's military are being deployed to the minor nations west of Buinswick.

It seems that they are planning to annex those minor nations first, because they are in between Buinswick and Xiloa.

I'm guessing that they're going to deploy the heroes to the Xiloa Theater, then deploy majority of the army to Saizony.

Saizony which is the northern most country on the continent is of course located north of Buinswick. The Papacy is east of Buinswick while Chryxia is south of Buinswick.

For now, we will be experiencing momentarily peace in Buinwick-Saizon Front.

I thought all of this while drinking some sake made from Nō Water on top of a tree near the outpost.

—Faust POV—

~Buinswick Royal Capital~

A war is about to unfold here in the northern part of the continent. A battle for supremacy and to know which country will control the northern region of the continent.

3 major official participants which are Buinswick, Saizony, and Xiloa. 2 hidden participants which are Chryxia and the Papacy. Including some minor participants that are not worth noting.

I still haven't obtained any support from any aristocrat or merchant in Buinswick for my revolution, but I'm hopeful that Erich von Römmell will join my cause.

Our numbers is not yet big nor our quality of soldiers and equipments are up to par. In fact, morale is all time low, because they regret following me.

They were only given two choices after all which is to live in the Forest of Chryxia or join an insurgent group.

I can only sigh at this troublesome situation that I am in right now.

Our signal to start the revolution is when everyone is exhausted in this war.

The one that I meant by everyone are Buinswick, Saizony, Papal  State, and Xiloa.

Once all 4 of them are exhausted in the war. We will start our revolution and Chryxia will commence their invasion on 4 nations. That was what is planned, but there is bound to have some uncertainty and things that were not factored into the plan.

~Buinswick Royal Palace~

In one room in Buinswick's Palace that was once an empty room for guests and other foreign dignitaries who visited the country.

It now has someone who will occupy the room and act as his own room. It may be his room for now, but who knows if he will be able to keep the room temporarily for a short period or long period of time. It might be his now permanently, until the day that he dies.

The one occupying the room is an individual and a hero named Yuuki Arata. Yuuki being his given name and Arata as his family name.

He is the type to speak aloud his thoughts while alone in his room.

"So I became a hero for some reason..."

He looked around his new room and saw some unknown things, but at the same time very fancy on its own rights.

"I guess I should get used to this..."

He walked to his new bed and jumped and laid on it.

With his head facing the bed while lying down. He turned his body that his head is looking at the canopy.

"Since I'm a hero, I need to get used to killing, but I guess I'm alright since I'm used to it from No's background."

He tried reminiscing about his close friend who had died 2 years ago, No B. Asahira.

Yuuki was quite lucky to survive the bombing explosion of No's men with minor injuries when in fact, it was intentional that he was placed in a location where he won't be affected by the bombing too much by No's order.

Yuuki know that the one who hijacked the school was No's men and knew that it was one big plan of No, but he didn't know that part of the plan was his death.

In fact, the whole thing was an act to make the person No B. Asahira to die, but in actuality, he's still alive or something.

Now that he think about it "When No killed his girlfriend, he regretted it, but it didn't affect him all that much. He loved her so much and she also loved him as much as No did, but her betrayal might have been a ruse or an act planned by No in itself"

Yuuki closed his eyes and proceeded to sleep while saying "*chuckle* I really wonder what he's planning. Really."

—King Mephistopheles von della Buinswick POV—

"How are the heroes?" I asked towards Rotary who is kneeling in front of me.

"The heroes are still trying to understand the situation they are in and given enough time, they should be able to accept the situation and we can begin their training"

I nodded and looked at the ceiling "War is fast approaching."

Rotary did not replied and I asked my steward who also acts as the head butler of the palace "How is that 'person' doing?"

My steward understood who I meant by that person who is actually the surviving member of the former dynasty, Faust.

"Aside from frequently visiting that fairy's restaurant. Nothing suspicious has been seen from his actions"

I nodded.

For some reason, I feel that no matter what I do now, the results won't change, but I don't know what the result is. That is what I'm scared of.

Reincarnated to a Low Class Spirit, From Weakest to Strongest, Make the battle and fight scenes as brutal as possible, show the dark and weak side of humanity, narrative style of writing, probably some r-18 in the future, slow paced story.


Synopsis:
No B. Asahira, an student blown to death, reincarnated to another world as a spirit, with gender rascism, consecutively reincarnated into a female. Trying to find justification for thins that she will do in the future as well as a way to hae fun in this new world through probably destruction.






This is my first novel so this may be bad...

This is a dark fantasy novel or what I wanted this novel to go with. And this is gender bender that is why it is a female lead, I got the inspiration from a certain novel.

Please tell me what to improve on and I plan to continue writing even if it's bad. I plan this to be like novel I will use for training to write better novels

A great mantle of darkness which light could barely penetrate consumed all that can be seen, and then a blinding flash of white, along with a furious growl, violent gusts, the relentless downpour and worst of all, the mud...

Each on their own wasn't something anyone should be worried or concerned about, but all occurring at once, it was another thing akin to being a hindrance, and to some a nuisance.

Especially to these soldiers who are only able to stay dry thanks to the weather covering of their ill equipped truck transport.

They were being sent to the front lines through this dense rain forest.

"Hey have you heard?"

One corporal asked the private who was his buddy.

Both soldiers were sitting inside the truck along with their other squad members, swaying and shaking as the truck hit bumps on the road on this dark, rainy day.

"What?"

"Gelo is being sent back home."

"Lucky, ugly bastard."

"That 'lucky, ugly bastard' lost his leg and three of his fingers."

"Well screw him, he's still ugly… and just straight cocky and a dick, good fucking riddance."

"I know how you feel about the guy being a prick and all, but still, those IED's man, the teams and dogs still aren't enough. The guy was fine and breathing one day, but now he is quite pitiful and useless." [Improvised Explosive Device]

"He was already like that even before blowing himself up!"

"I know right?"

Both men and their squad mates chuckled at the banter.

"Tch… You guys are one to talk though."

His thoroughly polished black combat boots were anxiously tapping on the truck's floor, fingers on his hands met each other while covering his mouth with his thumbs supporting his chin as he was leaning forward; there was no question that he was in deep thought.

The uniform he so properly wore was that of the Philippine Army's standard battledress for vehicle crews which had a camouflage pattern with tints of green, from dark to less darker ones, and brown through beige.

His long lashes moved as his eyelids flickered, it covered a pair of glamorous russet colored gems that glimmered what little light was present at the time.

He was wearing a black military beret with the Mechanized Division's insignia.

With the aura he was giving off, no one can tell what he was thinking at that moment, and only he himself heard what he just said.

"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?"

That was what he thought.

–––Shit, he actually heard.

Well, rather he was actually thinking out loud.

–––I better make something up so this doesn't go too deep.

"You heard what I said."

He answered back with an provoking tone and a stare that was in no way ever going to diffuse the situation.

–––What the hell am I doing?

"You asshole–"

The angry private was about to stand up and give it to him.

A banging from the front of the truck prevented things from going even sour.

"What's going on back there?"

The assistant driver asked.

"If you guys are going to make a ruckus, we'll let your CO's know, SO SIT DOWN AND SHUT YOUR SHITS BACK THERE!"

His threat was enough to put a halt to their fighting.

"Bah… I don't even need to deal with this worm anyway. You goddamn recruit won't even last a day out here!"

–––At least know when you're talking to an officer, you idiot!

His insignia remained unnoticed.

"Halt!"

The trucks abruptly stopped at the command of the lead truck.

"What is it?"

Their truck's assistant driver radioed the lead.

"There's something out there."

Out in front of them about a hundred meters away, at the center of the road within the rainforest, with visibility being very low due to the storm was some smoke.

It was a wreck of something, a vehicle–two vehicles, both of them being light utility vehicles.

One of them was armed with a machine gun, but the other wasn't.

"What the hell…"

They were surprised upon visual confirmation.

"By god… what should we do?"

"I'll have these boys dismount and investigate, have yours on standby in case anything happens."

The lead truck replied.

"Roger."

"O-oy, what's going on? Why did we stop?"

One of the curious soldiers finally asked.

"Some poor bastards've been attacked, so you boys stay frosty."

The truck's middle aged driver replied to the younger soldier through the slits.

"What–hey, do you see what's out there?"

Another soldier asked one his buddy who was standing peeking outside the truck.

"Yeah, looks like they're completely wrecked; the vehicles are still smoking!"

The convoy went halfway closer, then the first truck started dismounting its squad.

Everyone appeared completely on edge, even him, it was his first day in service.

"Any survivors?"

The lead truck asked the soldiers out in the rain through the radio.

"No, I don't see anyone… Wait…"

He saw something from the second Utility Vehicle.

"He-heeelp…"

Among the wreckage and several dead bodies lying around, a faint voice struggled through the noise of the wind and rain.

"We got a live one!"

"Great work!"

The soldiers from the second truck rejoiced  hearing the good news.

But he wasn't happy at all, contrary to the other soldiers' reaction, he just became more on edge.

"You three help me out! We might be able to carry him."

All four of them came closer to the wrecked utility vehicle, a badly wounded man was lying on his back at the back of the CMC Cruiser light truck.

"Hang on! You're okay, we got you! We're going to get you home!"

He told the wounded soldier.

"I-I, am…"

With all the strength he mustered, the wounded soldier did his best to speak up.

"He's trying to say something."

"What? What is it? Maybe he's telling us who attacked them?"

"I… am… home…"

"What?"

He looked at the badly wounded man and realized that while he was wearing a soldiers uniform, his appearance such as his face and a non-military pants, weren't necessarily that of a typical fellow soldier they were all familiar with.

His eyes widened, he gasped for breath as he knew right then what was going on.

"ALLĀHU AKBAAAR!"

The man screamed on the top of his lungs, holding in his hand a trigger mechanism.

"WHAT. THE. FU–"

A loud explosion drowned his voice and engulfed the rest of them, with shrapnels viciously obliterating the man along with the four soldiers who made the mistake of even trying to help him.

"What the fuck was that!"

One of the soldiers in the truck asked.

"Holy shit, they're all dead!"

From concealed positions in the flanks, a volley of automatic fire soon opened up on the soldiers who have dismounted from the first truck, making them the next casualties.

"It's a fucking ambush!"

"DISMOUNT! DISMOUNT!"

The assistant driver yelled at them from the front seat.

"GET INTO FORMATION!"

One by one the soldiers hastily went out of the truck, then it was his turn.

He was at the opening of the truck when all of a sudden, a familiar projectile came flying towards them.

"RPG! GET THE FUCK DOW–"

The rocket came from the flank and hit the truck's cab where the driver and the assistant were.

Needless to say they were no more and the truck sustained enough shock to make it shake and lift from the ground, which threw the crewman off the truck and onto the watery and muddy ground.

It was indeed an ambush, and while the achievement of complete strategic surprise was a success for the insurgents hailing from the southern, chaotic parts of the country, the opposite was true for the soldiers of the army–it was a disaster.

Feeling heavily disoriented by the explosion and being thrown off the truck forcibly, he picked himself back up, and ran for cover within a crater.

One of the surviving soldiers at the front was dragging another wounded back to their lines, the rest of the soldiers at the front were pinned behind cover by the assailants.

"Give them some covering fire!"

The corporal told his squad mates.

The second squad from the truck had reorganized and were now serving as a firing team for their allies who were in the thick of the ambush.

"AAARGH!"

The soldier dragging his wounded buddy got hit on his right shoulder blade with the bullet heavily impacting it, he fell on the ground and was in pain.

But despite that, he mustered all he can to recover and continued dragging his incapacitated friend, only to be shot further on his body armor which did not penetrate, but his luck ran out when he was hit in the neck and then the forehead from an accurate burst of shots.

"HEEEELP MEEEE!"

The wounded soldier was now left alone, calling out to anyone who might be able to help him in the middle of the road.

It was then that an insurgent used his grenade launcher to finally finish him off, his carcass flew nearly a meter off the ground, the other soldiers helplessly watched their comrade die in all the chaos.

"THE SONS OF BITCHES!"

The private yelled to the other soldiers.

"GIVE IT TO THEM! NO MERCY!"

"H-how are they able to attack us here? We're still a few miles away from the front!"

One soldier asked while he was in a state of panic.

–––They must've infiltrated from somewhere… that or they've been hiding and were undetected all this time.

He thought about it as well.

–––I have to calm down… I-I can't die… not here, not now, not this way! Anybody here can die first before I do. I'll kill or use any of them if I have to.

As he fearfully and selfishly thought about his own survival whatever the means, they were being heavily overwhelmed by the enemy's small arms fire, so much that they aren't even able to maintain fire superiority, and all the soldiers pinned at the front were already wiped out.

"WATCH OUT!"

One soldier from the craters yelled.

"GRENAAADE!"

A grenade that was cooked beforehand was thrown into the crater, near everyone else who was fighting with him, it killed the three soldiers including the corporal, and wounded a few others.

Meanwhile their squad mates from the right flank were distracted and got flanked, they then were mercilessly killed.

With his allies mitigating the blast, he was left unscathed as his alertness made him hit the dirt just in time.

The disorientation from the blast rendered him unable to hear for a duration, but that might have been a good thing, otherwise he would have clearly heard the screams of pain and agony of the incapacitated soldiers as they were brutally executed by their assailants when they still tried to fight back.

"Allāhu Akbar! Allāhu Akbar! Allāhu Akbar!"

The insurgents have won the battle and proceeded to yell over and over again.

"Is this all of them?"

Asked the insurgent who appeared to be a superior.

"Yes, just four of them."

His subordinate answered as the surviving soldiers knelt on the ground as they were rounded up near the road, including him.

On that gloomy, rainy day, the scent of smokeless powder, mud and blood can be easily smelled as they kept washing off from the cadavers of the deceased army soldiers.

The leader of the militants then loaded his assault rifle.

"Your blood will help fuel our cause."

"N-no, please! We surrendered! Don't shoot! Don't–"

He executed a recruit with his AK-47.

"Don't kill me! Please, I have kids–"

And another.

"I-I can help you! I'll sell out our allies, just spare me! NO!"

And another, each time, the bullets entered their heads or chest, crushing the skull or any bone it collided with, while blood and flesh were forced out of the exit wound, taking away the defenseless and defeated soldiers' very own lives and leaving their dead bodies barely recognizable.

"What's the matter,"

He asked the lone crewman before him.

"Aren't you afraid of dying?"

"Tch, fuck you… Go to hell."

"Unfortunately for you."

–––I guess this is it…

"That's where you're going."

He pointed his assault rifle towards the crewman's head.

–––I never would have thought it was going to end just like this.

Then an explosion burst, not from the firing of the gun, but from the bunched up insurgents who were caught off guard, the explosion killed multiple hostiles in one blow.

Automatic fire started raining down on the surprised enemies, and in mere seconds several of them were killed and incapacitated.

It was then his only chance, it didn't matter who was responsible for it, he simply had to take it.

And take that chance he did.

He lunged at his enemy from the ground, the ones who could attack him as he was strangling the insurgent was torn to shreds by accurate, automatic fire, the rest of the insurgents were now engaging the unknown threat.

Aki Pola was on his first day serving in the army and was being transported to the front lines.

His country was currently in the middle of a crisis–an armed conflict between the government forces and militants who have pledged allegiance to ISIL.

Tasked with meeting up with his new crew members on a dark, stormy day, his convoy was ambushed by ruthless militants behind friendly territory, which resulted to the army troops being brutally wiped out.

Just right before he was about to be executed, an explosion erupted and several militants were killed, automatic gunfire then ensued, mercilessly killing more of them, prompting Aki to take his chance and fight back against his executioner.

He soon wakes up under the shade of a tree, only remembering what happened so far, but not how he survived, and what’s more, there was something very different about the place he has awoken to.

Go out? 
This is impossible, Metternich is not stupid, at this time the enemy is waiting for him to go out? 
Don't try to explain, it is more likely that he just came forward and someone rushed to his death and caused the established facts. 
This kind of thing happened not only together in history, but most of it was brought by Spring and Autumn. Maybe it was hacked again and killed by angry people. 
If the explanation is useful, the political struggle is not so complicated. 
"Honour Prime Minister, order the demonstrators to be evicted, or the situation will soon get out of control!" It 
was Oppenheimer, director of the Vienna Police Department, who spoke of such a great incident, and he was under the greatest pressure. Many people in the government think that Metternich is gone, and at this time are preparing for the road. 
It's a pity that others can leave, he can't run away as a police chief. Once Metternich falls, he will follow suit, or he will be liquidated. 
Metternich wandered a few steps, and finally made up his mind: "Order the city defense forces to disperse the crowd!" 
Until his order came out, the situation outside was out of control. The revolutionaries in the crowd spotted the opportunity and fired a shot at the soldiers who were intercepted. Following the habitual reflection, the soldiers also pulled the trigger. 
"The army has killed!" 
After a loud shout, the crowd soon ran into chaos and fled. 
There is no need to disperse the crowd this time, everyone has dispersed. 
It's just that the aftermath is very serious. Except for a small number of people, most of them know that the army has shot and killed people. 
The revolutionary party that provoked disputes was naturally covered up. 
The angry people, at this time are being flickered to launch a revolution. The capitalists have found a way to raise some weapons, and at this time they also sent them over.
Some passionate youth were selected, the revolutionary armed forces were established, and the rebels attacked the police branch that night. Already turned to the revolutionary party's city government in Vienna, this time facilitated the rebels. 
When the revolutionary gunfire sounded, the situation in Vienna soon went out of control, and the mud could not help the wall. 
The remaining city defense forces deserved the name of their waste. After a brief exchange of fire, the timid aristocratic officer actually flinched and did not suppress the rebellion in the first place. 
The police in Vienna, because of the city's defeat, became blindly obedient and temporarily neutral. 
To a certain extent, this uprising was also a palace coup, and some of the nobles who were trapped in the economic crisis, at this time abandoned their class stance and stood on the side of the Revolutionary Party. 
They tried to reorganize the regime through revolutionary means, by the way, revolutionized the bankers and got rid of the debt crisis. 
History changed, the insurgents seized the bank and burned the debits as soon as possible, and the Austrian financial conglomerate fell bloody. 
Facing the chaotic situation, Prime Minister Metternich panicked, the nobles panicked, the Regent Committee panicked, and the Vienna court panicked. 
The February Revolution in France has just passed. They are still watching French jokes. They did not expect that the crisis would spread to Vienna so quickly. 
This is the second great revolution of the French. The previous time has severely damaged the aristocratic class. Serfdom has long been abolished and the privileges of the aristocracy no longer exist.
This is just the beginning in Austria. The aristocracy still has a lot of privileges and a lot of benefits. This revolution is clearly directed at them. 
According to French practice, they may be sent to the gallows, or they may be killed by random soldiers. Prime Minister Metternich has long been calm, and at this time he has nothing to do. 
As a qualified pan-knight, Metternich is the most abominable person in the eyes of the people. Once he falls into the hands of the rebels, it is how to die. 
A man in a tuxedo said anxiously: "Master Duke, the carriage is ready, let's go, it's too late!" 
Metternich was engaged in a fierce struggle in his heart. He knew that at this time he had become With the target, staying in Vienna is very dangerous. 
However, as a nobleman, he also had his own pride and did not want to be a deserter. As early as this morning, he sent away his family and left alone to deal with the situation at hand. 
"Hold, I ..." 
Without waiting for Metternich to speak, Hold responded, and gave full play to the role of a good housekeeper, commanding: "You guys, please take away the Lord Duke!" 
These The guards were all the ministers of Prime Minister Metternich, and the loyalty was not asked at all. At this time, everyone couldn't care less. 
Ignoring the struggle of Prime Minister Metternich, he was forced to stay in an old wagon and hurriedly left Vienna. At the same time, someone drove to the palace with his most commonly used carriage. 
Seeing loyalty in times of trouble, it is time for the noblemen's family members to make full use of it. Not only Prime Minister Metternich, but also many aristocrats chose to flee Vienna at this time. 
Now the only safe place in Vienna is the Royal Palace. Most of the soldiers in the insurgent army are still in awe of the emperor. They refuse to attack the palace and the Revolutionaries are powerless. 
Even within the Revolutionary Party, many people did not have a good plan to overthrow the Habsburgs. Most of them were actually reformists and joined the Revolutionary Party after despair of reform.
At this time, there were a lot of messy revolutionary armed forces, and they could not even establish a unified leadership organization, and they fought on their own. 
Most of the insurgents did not even have guns, and the weapons in their hands were as varied as if time went back to the Middle Ages. 
Many ordinary people have no interest in revolution. In fact, there is no market for revolutionary ideas in Austria. Many people dispersed after venting their anger. 
In order to strengthen its own ranks and to suppress the growing working-class armed forces, the Revolutionary Party desperately sought to pull people together. The insurgent army that had just started had undergone qualitative changes, and had become good and bad. 
For example, in the name of liberating political prisoners, all prisoners in Vienna prisons were released, and many of the most wicked criminals were transformed into members of the Revolutionary Party. 
Gangsters and insurgents also came out at this time to rob, kill, set fire, rob, and **** various flower-style crimes, which were continuously staged in Vienna. 
It was not the aristocracy that was hit first, but ordinary Viennese citizens, small businessmen, and the middle class. 
The dark night covered endless sin, and Vienna, an international metropolis, sank into the ocean of sin that night.

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