The commander, Lieutenant Colonel Thompson, Captain Ortega, and Captains Lewis and Jameson sat around a large wooden table, pouring over maps and strategies. "Gentlemen, we have a situation on our hands. The Norions, a tribe of trolls, have attacked the elf village of El'goroth, within our own territory."

Lieutenant Colonel Thompson's face was grim. "We can't let this stand. We need to take action, and fast."

Captain Lewis nodded. "I agree. We can't let these trolls think they can just waltz in here and start killing our people."

Captain Jameson spoke up. "But we need to be smart about it. We don't know how many there are, or what kind of weapons they have."

Lieutenant colonel Glenn added," I got intelligence yesterday night that they had an army of one thousand five hundred trolls. Their weapons were of eldorian grade sir".

The commander asked lieutenant colonel Glenn, " were there any survivors".

" No sir they were all killed, and my source tells me that they are marching more into the stantot territory as we speak".

" How many Soldiers do we have ready for combat in our barrack captain Jameson ", The commander asked.

" About two thousand five hundred sir ready for combat", Captain Jameson replied

The commander nodded. "Lieutenant Colonel Sanders, I'm putting you in charge of this operation. Take one thousand soldiers and put a stop to this."

Lieutenant Colonel Sanders stood, his face set in determination. "Yes, sir. I'll leave immediately."

As the meeting adjourned, Lieutenant Colonel Sanders strode out of the command center, his men falling in behind him.

Meanwhile, Zenia was drawing water from a well, lost in thought. Suddenly, he heard the sound of marching feet and turned to see a large group of soldiers passing by.

A friendly-looking boy approached him. "Hey, you're in Unit 7, right so am i? I'm Scott, by the way. I'm an elf."

Zenia nodded, still confused. "I'm Zenia. What's going on? Is there a war or something?"

Scott's expression turned serious. "Trolls attacked an elf village. They are going to stop them. Lieutenant Colonel Sanders is leading the operation."

Zenia's eyes widened. "Trolls? I've never seen one before."

Scott nodded. "They're brutal. But don't worry, They will take care of them. They have to."

As Scott went away, Zenia couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. He had never been in a real battle before. What would it be like? Would he be able to hold his own?

The sound of marching feet faded into the distance. And zenia carried the water he drew out of the well back to his unit.

Zenia trudged back to the barracks, the heavy bucket of water sloshing with each step. Suddenly, three tribrids stepped out of the shadows, blocking his path.

"Drop the bucket, weakling," one of them sneered. "Fetch us three buckets of water from the well."

Zenia raised an eyebrow. "Why should I do that?"

The tribrids snickered. "Because we're superior to you, that's why. Now, get moving."

But Zenia wasn't intimidated. He walked straight through the middle of the tribrids, his bucket still in hand.

The tribrids' faces twisted in anger. "How dare you!" one of them growled, raising a hand to strike.

But just then, Captain Clover, the commander of Unit 7, appeared out of nowhere. "Leave him alone," he barked.

The tribrids backed off, muttering threats. "You're lucky this time, weakling," one of them spat. "Next time, we'll deal with you."

Captain Clover turned to Zenia. "You're late with the water, soldier. Drop and give me 50 pushups."

Zenia protested, "But, sir, it was their fault -"

"100 pushups, and you'll fetch water from the well 10 times," Captain Clover interrupted, his voice firm.

Zenia realized he was in the military now, and protests wouldn't be tolerated. He began the pushups, his muscles burning as he counted out loud.

As he finished, Captain Clover nodded. "Good. Now, get back to the well and fetch ten more buckets of water. And remember, soldier, in the military, we follow orders."

Zenia nodded, his eyes narrowed in anger

Robert walked down the corridor of Unit 3, his mind preoccupied with thoughts of the upcoming training exercises. He didn't notice the tribrid standing in front of him until he bumped into him.

"Sorry," Robert muttered, trying to move past.

But the tribrid blocked his path. "Watch where you're going, trash," he sneered.

Robert's eyes flashed with anger. "Call me that again," he growled.

The tribrid smirked. "Trash."

Without hesitation, Robert punched the tribrid in the face, and a fierce fight ensued. The two soldiers exchanged blows, their fists flying as they crashed into the walls and furniture.

Just as it seemed Robert was gaining the upper hand, Captain Ortega, the commander of Unit 3, stormed into the corridor. "What's going on here?" he thundered.

The fight stopped, and Robert stood panting, his fists still clenched. Captain Ortega's eyes narrowed. "Robert, you're at fault. Apologize to the tribrid."

Robert knew he had no choice. He bowed his head, his voice tight with anger. "I apologize."

" Not like that you fool bow with your face on the floor", the tribrid barked.

Robert looked at the captain but the captain looked to be agreeing with the tribrid so he did bowing his face to the ground.

But the tribrid just laughed, placing his foot on Robert's back. "You're sorry? You're not even worthy of my apology."

With a flourish, the tribrid dusted his boots on Robert's uniform, leaving a dirty stain. Then, he turned and walked away, leaving Robert seething with anger.

Captain Ortega's voice cut through the silence. "Robert, you'll fetch 20 buckets of water from the well as punishment. Now, get moving!"

Robert's eyes blazed with resentment, but he knew better than to disobey. He turned and walked away, his fists still clenched in anger.

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As he went his mind was burning with thoughts of revenge.

Robert trudged to the well, his anger still simmering from the encounter with the tribrid. As he approached, he saw Zenia pulling water out of the well, his muscles straining with each lift.

For a moment, they worked in silence, the only sound the creaking of the well's wooden beam. Then Robert spoke up, "Hey, Zenia, how would you handle those tribrids? I'm still fuming from my encounter."

Zenia laughed, his eyes glinting in the fading light. "If I knew, I wouldn't be pulling water out of this well this late."

Robert chuckled, and Zenia continued, "Actually, I had a run-in with some tribrids earlier. They told me to fetch water for them, and when I refused, they tried to attack me."

Robert's eyes widened in surprise. "What? That's insane!"

Zenia nodded. "I know, right? But then Captain Clover showed up and saved me. I had to do pushups and fetch water as punishment."

Robert shook his head. "Unbelievable. I had a similar experience. One of them called me trash, and I lost my temper."

Zenia's eyes sparkled with amusement. "I can imagine. You're not exactly known for your patience."

Robert grinned. "Hey, I've seen more weirdos than you since I left the village. I'm starting to think it's a requirement for joining the military."

Zenia burst out laughing, and Robert joined in. For a moment, they forgot about their troubles and just enjoyed the absurdity of their situation.

As they laughed, Zenia said, "You know, Robert, we're not so different. We both have our own ways of dealing with these tribrids."

Robert nodded. "I never thought I'd say this, but I'm glad we're in this together, Zenia."

Zenia smiled, his eyes shining with friendship. "Me too, Robert. Me too."

Three days later the drum sounded at 3 am, its loud beat echoing through the barracks and jolting the recruits out of their sleep. Zenia groggily opened his eyes, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "What's going on?" he asked his bunkmate, Scott.

"It's physical training day," Scott replied, already dressing. "We have to wear our full gear."

Zenia quickly got out of bed and began dressing in the darkness. "What's the plan?" he asked.

"We're marching to the top of a mountain," Scott said. "No food or water allowed. The first unit to arrive wins the gold prize."

Zenia's eyes widened. "That sounds brutal."

Scott nodded. "It is. But we have to do it."

As Zenia dressed, he met his unit members, who introduced themselves with a mix of curiosity and suspicion. He quickly became friends with them , exchanging jokes and laughter

The recruits rushed outside, lining up in perfect formation. Captain Ortega stood before them, his voice firm and commanding.

Captain Ortega stood before them, his eyes scanning the crowd of recruits. "Listen up, soldiers!" he barked. "Today, you will face your greatest challenge yet. You will march to the top of a mountain without food or water. The first unit to arrive will win the gold prize."

Zenia's eyes widened as he glanced at Scott. "No food or water?" he whispered.

Scott shrugged. "I told you i guess we'll have to rely on our training."

Captain Ortega continued, his voice firm and commanding. "The use of powers is strictly forbidden. This will test your endurance, teamwork, and strategy. You will face obstacles, monsters, and harsh weather conditions. But I expect you all to push through and reach the top."

Robert, a tall, muscular recruit, raised his hand. "Sir, what kind of monsters can we expect to face?"

Captain Ortega's expression turned grim. "You'll face goblins, trolls, and other creatures that inhabit the mountain. But I have faith in you all. You've been trained for this."

Zenia felt a surge of adrenaline. He had never faced monsters before, but he was determined to reach the top.

"What's the terrain like?" Scott asked.

Captain Ortega nodded. "The mountain is steep and rocky. You'll have to navigate through dense forests and cross raging rivers. But I expect you all to work together and support each other."

The recruits nodded, their faces set with determination.

"Let's move out!" Captain Ortega shouted.

The recruits began their march, trudging up the mountain in the early morning light. Zenia and Scott walked together, their armor clanking with each step.

"This is going to be tough," Zenia said.

Scott nodded. "But we can do it. We just have to work together."

As they climbed higher, the sun beat down on them, relentless in its intensity. Zenia wiped the sweat from his brow, his throat parched with thirst.

"I wish we had some water," he said.

Scott nodded. "Me too. But we have to keep moving."

Suddenly, a loud roar echoed through the forest, making them jump.

"What was that?" Zenia asked, his heart racing.

Scott drew his sword. "I don't know, but let's be ready."

A massive troll emerged from the trees, its eyes fixed on them. Zenia and Scott stood tall, their swords at the ready.

"Let's do this," Scott said.

And with a fierce battle cry, they charged forward, their swords clashing with the troll's massive club.

Zenia and Scott fought valiantly, their swords clashing with the troll's massive club. But despite their best efforts, they got separated in the chaos of battle.

Zenia found himself alone, his sword trembling with exhaustion. He called out for Scott, but there was no answer.

Just as he was starting to lose hope, he heard a rustling in the bushes. Out came Robert, his sword drawn and a look of determination on his face.

"Zenia! Thank the gods I found you!" Robert exclaimed.

Zenia grinned, relieved. "Robert! I was starting to think I was alone."

Robert nodded. "We have to keep moving. We can't let those trolls catch up to us."

As they climbed higher, they noticed a group of tribrids watching them from the shadows. Zenia and Robert exchanged a wary glance.

"Let's get out of here," Robert whispered.

But it was too late. The tribrids charged, their eyes blazing with hostility. Zenia and Robert fought back, their swords flashing in the sunlight.

Somehow, they managed to escape, but not without getting lost in the process. Their tracks led them deeper into the forest, and they found themselves facing even more dangers.

"I think we should find shelter for the night," Robert said, his voice low and cautious.

Zenia nodded, his eyes scanning the surroundings. "There's a cave over there. Let's go."

They huddled together in the cave, their swords at the ready. But as the night wore on, they heard strange noises outside - the howling of wolves, the hooting of owls, and the rustling of unknown creatures.

"This is not good," Robert whispered.

Zenia nodded. "We have to be careful. We don't know what's out there."

The next day, they continued their journey, facing even more monsters and obstacles. But they persevered, driven by their determination to reach the top.

On the third day, they finally saw the summit in the distance. They exchanged a triumphant glance.

"We did it," Robert said, his voice filled with pride.

Zenia grinned. "We sure did."

As Robert and Zenia reached the summit, they were met with a shocking sight: they were the first to arrive. The military officials, who had been expecting the tribrids to win, were stunned.

"Impossible!" one of them exclaimed. "How did you two manage to beat everyone else?"

Robert and Zenia exchanged a triumphant glance. "We worked together," Robert said. "And we didn't give up."

Zenia nodded. "Yeah, and we had each other's backs."

But their celebration was short-lived, as they began to argue over who should take the prize.

"I should get it," Robert said. "I'm the one who led the way."

"No way," Zenia countered. "I'm the one who fought off those trolls."

Their banter was interrupted by the arrival of the tribrids, who had tried to attack them earlier. The tribrids' faces twisted with anger and humiliation.

"You think you're so smart, don't you?" one of them sneered. "But you'll never be as good as us."

Robert and Zenia laughed scornfully. "You tried to attack us and failed," Robert said. "What does that say about you?"

The tribrids ground their teeth in anger, but they knew they had been beaten. They slunk away, defeated.

The military officials, who had been watching the exchange, nodded in approval. "Well done, Robert and Zenia," one of them said. "You two have proven yourselves to be true warriors."

Robert and Zenia grinned, their argument forgotten.

Hours later, the others arrived, exhausted but triumphant. Scott, grinning from ear to ear, rushed over to Zenia and hugged him tightly.

"Zenia, my man! I knew you could do it!" Scott exclaimed.

The others gathered around, congratulating Zenia and Robert on their victory. Unit 7, in particular, was amazed to see Zenia at the top.

"Zenia, how did you make it so fast?" one of them asked, eyes wide with admiration.

Zenia explained their journey, telling them about the trolls, the tribrids, and the harsh weather conditions. Unit 7 listened, their faces growing angrier by the minute.

When Zenia finished, Unit 7 turned to the tribrids, their eyes blazing with anger. "We can't believe you tried to attack them," one of them said, his voice firm. "They're our comrades, and we won't let you bully them."

The tribrids snarled, but said nothing, knowing they were outnumbered. They had underestimated the bond between the units, and now they were paying the price.

The training ended that day, after 10 grueling days in the mountains without food or water, except for what they could salvage. Unit 3 and Unit 7 were declared the winners, and they received the gold medal.

As they accepted their prize, Zenia and Robert grinned at each other, proud of what they had accomplished. They had faced impossible odds and come out on top.

"We make a good team," Robert said, clapping Zenia on the back.

Zenia nodded. "Yeah, we do."

As the units celebrated their victory, Captain Ortega approached Zenia and Robert. "Well done, soldiers," he said, his eyes shining with pride. "You have proven yourselves to be true warriors."

Zenia and Robert saluted, grinning from ear to ear.