(Still POV of the Male Hero)

It was said that peaceful things are fleeting. Even the peace that we achieved is such a thing.

I for one, don't hate it though.

"Command! Enemy troops are currently marching towards our border! I repeat, enemy troops are currently marching towards our border! Estimated forces reach 50 thousand enemy troops!"

Sela reports. What is currently happening right now is that we are being invaded. Again.

Five months after the war, a new war was put into action. Another neighboring country has taken advantage of the previous war.

The Elites that was on standby was given a recon mission. However, the border was already under attacked by a detached force. Circling around the battlefield took us three days, delaying the report. What we saw is what we reported.

"What are we gonna do now? What we can do in this situation is pretty limited."

"Indeed. We can return now, or try to cut off their supply lines. If you even so desire, we can try and reduce their numbers. Well, what do you think? Vice-captain."

"General Sela, please stop joking around."

I asked, and I recieved. Well, the answer I got was pretty dangerous. Though doable, I wouldn't do such tactics that will kill myself. Sela can override any orders given to her, as long as it isn't from the Command itself. After all, the only person that can outrank a Superior General is the Elite General.

"Well then, my Elites. Do we die an honorable death, or receive shame from home?"

"Pretty sure that we can just retreat now."

"Nonsense! We are the Elites! We can do the impossible if we wanted to!"

"But they're 50 thousand troops!"

"What I see is 50 thousand corpses!"

Sigh. I wonder what makes her so certain that we won't die attempting such feats.

"General Sela, please stop yourself from diving into the pit of death."

"Vice-captain. Won't you trust me? Our victory is certain."

What makes her so certain to say that?

"May I?"

This time, the male Elite raises his hand.

"Your wording makes it sound as if you have seen victory. General, may I hear why?"

"It's simple, really. Their supplies."

The two Elites tilt their head in response. Their supplies? What about it?, I thought.

"You guysss!! Aargh! It's their equipments! Equipments! Look at it!"

Sela passes us her binoculars. I take it and look at the marching enemies.

"Are those cannons?"

"Yes! Cannons! And what's more, their guns! Those guns are one, maybe even two grades inferior to the guns we have. With these evidences, I say that those caravans must be carrying barrels of gunpowder and shells! We use those to our advantage. Blow them up! Like fireworks!"

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"Our guns cannot accurately shoot from here, and we'll receive a rain of bullets if were seen."

"Hehe! Behold! The new rifle model! It can accurately shoot things from long distances, farther than our current rifle models! I received it yesterday. Of course, I used my authority to take three more for you guys. Well? Well? Give me praise! I am a thoughful superior!"

This girl... She greatly changed from the time I saw her two years ago. If I had to describe it, like she warmed up to us, I guess. Well, given her unknown circumstances, she may have not enjoyed her life, pretty much like us.

*sigh* "Well, now that we have the means to do so, will we attempt it now?"

"Of course! Let's go! Into your positions!"

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Spread out. Lie in wait. Aim.

'In theory, these new models should be able to reach as far as 1000 meters' is what she said.

Aim... Steady...

Shoot!

*Bang!* *Bang!*

...

*sss-BOOM!*

"Enemy! Enemy atta-" *pshk!*

Death.

Reload. Shoot. Repeat. This gun sure is easy to use.

Two caravans exploded, scattering shells around the enemy formation. Burnt bodies, dismembered bodies, dead bodies. Enemies were being reduced little by little. They're panicking. From where? How? They must be thinking such things. They were shouting orders, others being vigilant. But it's useless. We're just too far.

*Bang!* *Bang!*

*BOOM!*

They had about a fifty caravans. Most of these must contain gunpowder and ammo, while others must be food supplies. Some didn't explode after all.

*Zzzt!* Elites, can you hear me? Our ammos won't last for long. After firing everything, leave the area and regroup. We had our share of fun. It seems killing every single one of them is impossible, after all.

Sela gave her orders through the radio. I told you it's impossible, I said in my mind. Though not many, we were able to destroy most of their gunpowders and ammunitions. They also had several casualties. With these, they will be delayed, they may even go back. I can call this a success.

After emptying my magazine, I stood up and ran. We are to regroup in the base in the frontlines. Of course, we're going to circle the battlefield, just like last time.

After gaining some distance, I slowed down. I walked cautiously. In the battlefield, things can unexpectedly happen. It won't be strange to encounter an enemy here.

But what is this feeling, I wonder. This adrenaline. Although I was walking, I can feel my heart beat, my blood boil. This feeling! This sensation! It was the feeling of war! The joy of killing!

"Aah... It seems it was still carved in our bodies. The teachings in that hell."

Trained to kill, taught to kill, live to kill. Truly, we Elites are nothing but killing machines. During those time of peace, that unsettling feeling was the craving for war. The craving for death.

 *Zzzt* "This is Vice-captain. Sela, are you there?"

*Zzt!* This is Sela. Vice-captain, you're slow. You're the only one left. Head over here now so we can go home.

What, am I the only one left? Maybe I had too much fun...

*Zzt* "Roger. I'll head there immediately."

When I got out of the forest, my eyes caught sight of the battlefield. It was chaotic. If I'm not careful, I might get shot by a stray bullet.

"Though, I don't think that will happen."

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I continued my way into the base. When I got there, a bored Sela was sitting on a chair playing with her rifle.

"Slow. Punishment will be needed when we get back."

"Haah. Please go easy on me."

I will not make any excuses, as it was entirely my fault. I think so.

"Anyways, now that everyone's here, let's go home. Our mission here is over."

"Roger."

"General Sela, Vice-captain."

This time, the female Elite voiced out.

"I can hear planes. Bomber planes."

"What? That's impossible."

Sela exited the room, we followed suit.

"No way. Those are from a different country! Could it be, they're alliances?!"

"Impossible!"

Planes and tanks. Such things are luxuries. The previous war exhausted those luxuries, that only a few were left. And now, we are faced with a squadron of bomber planes.

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"Haaaa..."

Sela gave a long sigh.

"Sela?"

"Vice-captain. It seems our luck ran out."

"Huh?"

"This must be the end of our journey."

How? How can you give up so easily?

"This isn't like you, Sela."

"Hahaha. Well... One must accept reality."

The reality of death.

"Haa... Nothing can be done, huh. We'll follow you, until our last breath."

The three of us saluted. It is our free will. We selfishly decided so.

"Hahahaha! I'm blessed. Blessed to have such loyal soldiers. Well then! Let us go. Honorable death is a death in battle. Resist until the end. I won't stay still to die from bombing."

Sela grabs her rifle, faces us and returns a salute.

"Well then, my Elites. Towards hell, we go."

Aahh, it was this. Craving for death was it? So stupid.

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That was my last memories of my world.

The rest, was a white light. The next, an unfamiliar world.

Seriously. What the hell?