Chapter 30

In my past life I hated separatist rebels (we called them terrorist West called them freedom fighters, western powers are always truly shameless they call an organization using terror tactics, peddling narcotics, targeting civilians without discriminating age or gender and using child soldiers freedom fighters. I never claim we are the good guys but they were definitely bad guys.) I also hated cults. They brainwash people turning into mindless drones. But in my country we had a worse kind of cult not just brainwashed their members they got organized into state apparatus. Then they attempt a coup and without hesitation fire upon unarmed civilians and run civilians over with tanks and apcs. In the past I really hated my effed up country. I hated corruption, nepotism, chaos and endless wars we constantly get involved in. But I was building a cult now. A cult of rebellion, I was becoming everything I hated. For building this cult was going to use every cult building tactic I know. Why you might ask, why I was building a cult. In my previous life, in my previous country you didn’t get paid well if you didn’t get a government job. When my conscription ended I quitted the military in the rank of second lieutenant. I didn’t mind killing, sometimes even liked it but seeing your buddies in a coffin is truly painful. But some of my friends stayed becoming professional soldiers. The best paying jobs around were military ones so they didn’t have much of an option. We were battle hardened infantry commandos. Seen many hardships. Killed many enemies and lost some friends. Truth to be told while we were fighting against separatist I never seen my friends scared. We always had the upper hand. My country had a massive UAV (unmanned aerial vehicle) fleet, a good weapons industry and our air force and artillery crews knew what they were doing. We rarely get ambushed, when you have the information superiority you become the hunter and your enemy becomes prey, when you have both information superiority and firepower superiority you just crush your enemy.

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I kept contact with my military buddies. One day they had to fight against some religious extremist in a nearby country. They fight and they win as expected from them. But when they returned they were not just scared, they were terrified. These guys fought and humiliated both Russian and American mercenaries (which were all ex special forces), so called the best without a drop of sweat in various countries. Seen endless combat for a few years. But first time ever they were terrified. They told scary stories. People who appeared out of nowhere and runned towards them with bomb vests. Blowing themselves without hesitation. These fanatics didn’t even retreat one step backwards while seeing their buddies killed in masses. Insane yet deadly enemy. Much more scary than anything they had fought before. One of them said “You know *******, separatist either run away or just surrender when they are going to lose. But those guys didn’t. They fight until the last one alive. Constantly trying to kill one more of us with insanity and bloodlust. Separatist used bravery pills (some narcotic) on themselves but those guys acted more drugged up then while they didn’t use any drugs.”

I needed dedication, I needed believers to fight. Not the insanity levels of that religious fanatics. But some structure and belief system to keep them dedicated and making disciplined soldiers out of peasants.

My thought process cut short, my new men were here.