"Charge, men, charge," yelled out a man in a military uniform with a major rank. "Pierce your bayonet into the hearts of basterds from Stainad Kingdom!"

     All bayonets out front, ready to dig into the uniform and flesh of their enemies. All men at the same time, like one, clashed against the fools. The fools, in a state of confusion, starts to back away at the immediate threat. Suddenly chaos could be seen. Blood could be seen flying left and right. Bodies fell toward the ground, all limp and lifeless. As the chaos unfold, the winners came out. The unit and the major celebrates the victory. Each person pumping their arms into the air and chanting.

     "For the glory and honor of Wukegon Kingdom. Fear the might of our lord."

     But the celebration didn't last long. A black dot seems to be forming over the horizen.

     A young man rushed toward the commander and give him his report.

     "Major, a unit have been spotted on the west."

     "Who's their commander?"

     Just as he spoke, a light appeared in the sky. A reflection of a young girl shows up in the light. The beautiful young girl have red eyes and golden messy hair. A short girl who has a small chest and a plump bottom. She declared in a loud, proud voice.

     "I, Amalia Heissler, have come to take you to hell."

     One of the men points his finger at the light. His body shaking like he's in terror. He questioned in a stuttering voice.

     "Amal...ia Heis...sler?"

     "A girl? No need to worry then. It's just a little girl who wants to play soldier."

     A man next to the shaken one said that with his chest puffed out.

     The major quickly jumped onto his horse. And shout out words of encouragement.

     "Men prepare for combat once again. We will triumph in this battle and make it our second vic-"

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     Before he finish his words of encouragement, a loud pop came from afar and blown his face apart. Likewise an explosion occured when the commander face exploded and the blast radius torn up men inside it. Burnt flesh could be smelled and peices of body parts everywhere. With the commander dead, the unit slowly starts to fall apart. Men who have lost their morale feld like cowards while others stayed to fight.

     "Major is dead. As the highest, I'm taking control of this unit"

     The lieutenant shout that out to inform the men of the change of command.

     "Orders, sir."

     "Maintain position and keep supressing fire. Since they're out in a open field, they have the disadvantage over us."

     As if in sync, the enemy take off into the sky.

     "We're fucked. It's a air unit disguised as a ground unit. Run into the forest men."

     Everyone ran for their life. Going as fast as they could. But before they could reach the forest, another unit slowly came out from the bushes and shadows. Guns pointing at lieutenant and his men. With magic, Amalia Heissler spoke with a megaphone voice.

     "Surrender, Wukegon soldiers."

     The lieutenant upon hearing that he turned around, facing an air unit descending toward their direction. Anger starts to build up and upon this chance he starts firing at them, hitting one of the enemy soldiers in the arm.

     "We won't surrender to Stainad dogs and we will take your head, you ugly swine, to Major's grave."

     The unit took action along with their lieutenant and starts to fire at both the two enemy unit.

     Amalia Heissler annouced that with a really huge smirk.

     "Then it's time for your execution, fellow scums of Wukegon."