road to flying dragon is open. but alam learn if blood khaganate is will not just let alam expand effortly. and they are still capable for attacking. so with their new resources. they build new base. a land between asia to europe.

at march 2401 at the new Wanderer base in the Caucasus

Nestled among the craggy peaks of the Caucasus mountains, the heavily fortified complex is surrounded by high walls and anti-aircraft turrets. Some sections are carved into the mountain itself, while others are still under construction.

The air buzzed with tension as Alam sat at a holographic table, He glared at the chaotic political map of Central Asia, noting how various mercenary factions were throwing punches at each other like it was a street brawl. Despite his shiny new alliance with the Garuda mercenaries, some smaller factions still resisted uniting.

"Damn those mercs,"Every time we engage in battle, I wonder if we’re truly fighting for a cause or just perpetuating a cycle of violence. Is there a way to achieve peace without bloodshed, or are we doomed to repeat the mistakes of the past?" Alam grumbled. "Alright, gentlemen and brave woman, let’s take care of the local mercs first. Any initiative to secure this region?"

Eleanor, a blonde woman, stepped forward. "Yes, sir! I have a message from the central agency." She opened a communique.

The message read: "The situation is evolving rapidly. The Red Nation has decided to deploy the first wave of their mercs troops to Central Asia and a massive naval fleet towards Europe within the next week. Yellow nation in europa and various North American nations have mobilized and are engaging their own troops. The possibility of global conflict is now very high. They advise us to be alert and ready in case of any events. The ball is in your court."

Alam nodded, a grin creeping across his face. "Great! They’ll probably clear the road first by taking drastic measures against the smaller factions. Zhang, Mei, and Li time to shine!"

Eleanor exited stage left while the three generals stayed behind, eager to share their pearls of wisdom. Zhang, dressed in traditional Chinese garb, stepped forward. "A grand strategy, if I may?" he suggested. Alam leaned back in his chair, gesturing for him to continue.

"Go for it, General Zhang. We're all ears." Zhang nodded and began to outline his plan. "The situation in Central Asia is volatile. We should unite these groups under one banner. Pooling resources could effectively build a strong front against the Red Nation’s expansion. The real challenge will be convincing them to cooperate, but with your leadership, I believe it’s possible."

"Yes, let’s do that. Your methodical approach works well for the northern mercs; they’re bold but not too bright. Agents Li and Mei can handle the smaller factions in the central and southern regions," Alam agreed, feeling like a coach prepping for the championship game.

Zhang nodded, pleased. Mei, in a striking crimson dress, raised an eyebrow. "What if the Red Nation succeeds in the first phase in Central Asia? What’s next on their agenda?"

"Probably whole asia or Europe. Central Asia is just a stepping stone. But we won’t let that happen!" Alam declared,

Li, the tattooed muscle of the group, chimed in, "Sir, the Red Nation is still strong, and we have limited time. I have some thoughts on our next phase. Can I share my brilliant idea?"

"Go ahead, Li. We’re all ears," Alam said, glancing at the maps

Li revealed several advanced maps, showcasing strategic data for the entire region. "We need to strike hard and fast on multiple fronts, disrupting enemy supply lines and morale. By dividing our forces, we can achieve strategic surprise and force them to spread their firepower thin."

"Excellent! We have the home advantage. We’ve been operating here since the dawn of civilization. Now, my brave soldiers, are you ready?" Alam asked, channeling his inner motivational speaker.

"Yes, sir! Ready to get this party started!" Li declared.

"Absolutely! Ready to show them what we’ve got!" Zhang added.

"Yes, sir! We’ll protect the region no matter what!" Mei proclaimed.

"Good! Dismissed. Gott bless," Alam concluded,

As the trio left, Alam sighed heavily. "Hm, hm... I should probably check in with Carmelita." He activated the intercom. "Hey, I’m using your best hands—Zhang, Mei, and Li. Hope I’m not burning through our aces too soon."

Carmelita’s voice crackled through. "Copy that, master. Sending them your way. Anything specific you want them to tackle?"

"Just unite the region first. Fill me in on their backgrounds, will you?" Alam requested, feeling like he was about to meet the Avengers.

"Mei is a cunning spy and negotiator—expert at infiltration and manipulation. She’s a master of subterfuge," she continued.

"And Li?" Alam asked, intrigued.

Carmelita paused. "Ah, Li… He’s an elite assassin and close-combat specialist. Known for his ruthless techniques, he’s a fighter through and through."

"Aha! Classic! Where did you find these talented officers?" Alam asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I recruited them myself. I have a knack for finding talent and maximizing potential. In fact, I’m working on recruiting more officers for the Wanderer. But that’s a tale for another time..." Carmelita teased.

"I see... Very well. I have things to do. See you later, dear," Alam said,

"Of course, sir. See you later," she replied, cutting the comm.

Alam took a deep breath, staring at the swirling maps. "Time to win this war."

In april 2401, Alam kicked off his recruitment drive, gathering allies and troops from a diverse mix of backgrounds—not just tribal warriors, but mercenaries from across Europe and Asia. When war rages, the soldiers of fortune come out to play.

One day, Alam sat in his office, eagerly awaiting updates from his trio.

"Hello, Three Kingdoms. Heh... Looks like I’m in for some good news," Alam said with a grin.

The trio reported in one by one.

Li started, "Our progress was great, sir. We managed to sneak into their military base and snag some crucial intel."

Zhang chimed in, "It was a solid success. We got detailed reports on enemy troop placements and equipment. This will be a huge help in our campaign against the Blood Khaganate."

Mei wrapped it up, "We even captured and rescued some wounded enemies."

"I hope you didn’t cause too much chaos. Heh," Alam replied, flipping through the intel. He was surprised by the wealth of information they had gathered—from troop placements to military tactics. Now, they just needed to wait for the spy report from the Flying Dragon before making their move.

"You guys did a great job... but I’m kinda tired of all this war. What do you suggest?" Alam asked.

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Li was quick to respond, "Well, I think we should prep our troops and gear for the next phase of our campaign. While we’re at it, let’s send out more spies to gather intel. We need to make sure our troops are well-trained and ready before we head into enemy territory."

"So, no options besides bloodshed?" Alam pressed.

Li hesitated before answering, "Unfortunately, yes. We’re fighting for survival here; peace talks with the Blood Khaganate aren’t on the table. The fighting will keep going until one side wins. But if you’re really worn out by the war, I think there’s one option we can consider."

"Alright, let’s hit the Flying Dragon hard. Block any possible escape routes. We’ll start with a bang. Our new ally from the Garuda mercs has a surprise for us," Alam decided.

Li nodded in agreement. Zhang then added, "The Garuda mercs have indeed provided us with a new toy for this campaign—a stealth bomber called the X-80. this boy is charged by geo thermal energy instead expensive jet fuel"

"The X-80 is a cutting-edge stealth bomber with advanced camouflage. It has a long range, a powerful engine, and can easily evade radar detection. Plus, it packs heavy firepower to support our ground forces," Zhang continued.

" Flying Dragon's base is located at the edge of Hong Kong. It's a heavily fortified base with many layers of defense and is also protected by strong anti-aircraft weapons. Therefore, it's necessary for the X-80 to hit first and strike their powerful anti-aircraft weapons first. Afterward, our ground forces can strike their base without much resistance," Zhang explains.

"Okay... Wait, is their base surrounded by a residential area?" Alam asks.

Zhang pauses before answering, "According to our intelligence report, yes. The Flying Dragon's base is located inside a residential area close to ancient metropolis of Hong Kong. Therefore, we must exercise maximum caution to minimize collateral damage in the upcoming battle. Any further collateral damage in the residential area will not be tolerated."

Alam shakes his head. "We need to transfer our troops first. Relocate them as refugees to infiltrate the residential area. Make them familiar with the location so we can avoid miscoordination during the main attack."

Zhang nods in agreement. "Yes, that's a great idea. The refugees can familiarize themselves with the location, and the residents can help guide our troops in the upcoming battle. Our troops can easily disguise as refugees without much suspicion. It will definitely minimize collateral damage to civilians."

Alam chuckles. "Yeah, good. Meanwhile, let's do some spying first... Mweheheh..."

After spinning his chair, Alam continued, "Alright, Zhang, you’re on supply chain duty. Mei and Li, make sure our troops' disguises stay under wraps from the Flying Dragon. Sabotage, assassination—whatever it takes to keep our movements secret."

Mei chimed in, "I’ll team up with Li to cover our troops. We’ll blend in with the civilians and make sure no one notices us. We’ll do our best to avoid collateral damage."

Alam nodded. "Exactly. To make our refugee ruse work, we can spread some fake news too. You guys are pros at this."

Li and Mei exchanged glances, agreeing that spreading fake news to mask their presence was a solid plan. "Right, we can spread rumors about our troops being refugees and create some fake stories to keep the Flying Dragon from catching on," Li added.

Alam declared, "Good. Operation Take Down Flying Dragon starts now!"

After WW3, when local governments collapsed, a street gang called the Flying Dragon rose to power, acting like warlords. They quickly took out local gangs and rogue generals, declaring themselves the rulers of Hong Kong. In this cyberpunk-like city, the police and military were just extensions of the Flying Dragon's power. Defeating them would mean capturing the entire region, but if Alam fell to them, the backlash would be severe. In this land, reputation is everything; if the locals see weakness in their leader, they’ll stop believing in him.

Alam monitored the mission's progress. It was a long game, requiring patience. Li, using his sick kung fu skills, had earned the respect of local residents by taking down neighborhood bully gangs, granting him access to strategic locations. Mei, through carefully cultivated charm, had seduced a high-ranking Flying Dragon member, extracting crucial intel before discarding him at sea. Meanwhile, Zhang had established a legitimate front—a local meat shop—to smuggle weapons and equipment. Alam prepared to observe their combined efforts.

He gathered his allies and established HQ near Hong Kong to prepare for the main assault. The trio's operations were nearing completion. They had conducted sabotage, assassinated key Flying Dragon personnel, and spread disinformation about their activities in China.

Hong Kong was a walled city of concrete skyscrapers. A dam-like structure between the buildings separated the inner city from the rising sea. The city was a cyberpunk metropolis of towering structures, neon lights, and aerial tramways, with Flying Dragon members present throughout.

With ground forces ready and supplies secured, the counter-offensive against the Flying Dragon was about to begin—potentially the final stage of the conflict.

Alam broadcasted over the radio to all members, "Alright, everyone... May Gott help us... There’s going to be a fire. The all-out attack will kick off after the air strike. Make sure everything’s ready."

His message reached all soldiers and mercenaries across Central Asia. With the warning of "there will be a fire" and the code for the "all-out attack," everyone knew the counter-offensive was about to begin.

Suddenly, the roar of aircraft engines filled the air. An air strike commenced, with the X-80 stealth bomber launching missiles at the Flying Dragon's strong points. As the missiles rained down, the ground forces moved into position, ready for the attack.

Alam goes outside to the balcony to see the direction of the Flying Dragon's base. He sees fire and explosions at the base. The missiles from the X-80 stealth bomber are already dropping down, causing great damage to the Flying Dragon's equipment and facilities.

The ground force has already reached their position and starts attack against the Flying Dragon's forces. It's chaos with fire, explosions, shooting, and shouting all around. Everything seems chaotic, but Alam can feel victory is near.

Alam rubs his forehead. "Well, what do you think?" he asks Eleanor, who is beside him. "Should I play music like Nero did when Rome was burning?"

Eleanor laughs at Alam's joke. But despite her laughter, she can sense deep worry on Alam's face. He seems quite stressed about the operation and yet tries to hide it. But she can tell Alam is struggling.

"Well, there's no need for that. Just sit back and relax. Everything seems to be going according to our plan. The trio's operation was successful, and the counter-offensive has finally begun. Everything should be going well," Eleanor reassures him.

Alam sighs. "I see... I can't relax. I was a field soldier. I can only relax when I join my men."

Eleanor smiles, comforting Alam as she touches his back. "I understand. But you don't have to do that. You are no longer a field soldier. You are now a general, and a general must do everything behind the scenes. Just trust your soldiers and your fellow generals to carry out your plan. Your job now is to just watch over the situation while doing some small management. You have made the plan and put everything into order. Everything should go according to your plan. Just relax."

Alam takes a seat and listens to the radio chatter. It's hectic, with everyone shouting and reporting situations, asking for orders. But Alam can hear that the situation is still under control and going according to plan. The trio's operation is smooth, with the sabotage and assassination missions almost concluded. The X-80 stealth bomber continues its bombing runs, destroying the Flying Dragon's equipment and facilities. The ground forces are advancing, closing in on the Flying Dragon's base as the air strike continues.

"Alright... I hope they surrender fast. If they have a brain, someone use a speaker to try to talk with their remnants!" Alam orders.

One of Alam's soldiers uses a speaker to communicate with the Flying Dragon's remnants. After a few minutes, another soldier reports.

"Sir, the Flying Dragon's leftovers are demanding to speak with you directly. They want to negotiate their surrender," the soldier says.

"Okay, sure. Connect me," Alam replies.

The soldier operates the radio to connect Alam with the Flying Dragon's remnants. After a moment, Alam hears the Flying Dragon's general speaking.

"General Alam, we want to negotiate. We have no intention to fight and cause unnecessary loss of life. We want to surrender and join you, in exchange for you sparing our lives and promising us a seat in your army. Are you willing to accept our terms?" the general asks.

"Good, but your rank is stripped. Rank is only for those who deserve it. Do you accept the terms?" Alam counters.

"We accept your terms. We don't mind losing our rank as long as you spare our lives. However, we must ask one more question," the general responds.

"Yeah, what?" Alam inquires.

"Will you forgive our wrongdoings in the past? Many of our members have committed crimes against your forces and horrible crimes against civilians throughout Asia. We want to repent for all our crimes," the general says.

"Don't worry, I was an ex-war criminal too. Let's repent together in the new world," Alam reassures.

"Thank you for your forgiveness, General Alam. Then we agree to join you. Our surrender is total. We will not do any more wrongdoing in your territory. You have a good heart, General," the general says before the radio goes quiet.

"Sir, the communication has been cut from the Flying Dragon's side. It seems like they have completely surrendered," the radio operator reports.

"Good, spare those who surrender. If some are stubborn, just burn the entire building," Alam orders.

Alam ordered his ground forces to accept surrenders, but some Flying Dragon members fought to the death, even resorting to self-destruction. Hours later, the final report arrived: resistance was fierce.they are now in split. some battle weary member is follow Flying Dragon's general to surrender. but some stuborn one trying avanging their friends and top member from previous assasination and sabotage, their resolve remaind hight. they fight till their ammo is empty. and using their blades. and wait on the every corner of the possible room. created a dangerous situation every room to room combat. tower to tower, until finally last pocket of stuborn flying dragon made last stand in half burning tower who used as base

Alam, restless, began donning his armor. "Sorry," he told Eleanor, "my hand's itching." He headed to the last holdout.

Arriving at the scene, he found only a handful of remaining fighters. "Give me a grenade launcher," he demanded. A soldier tossed him one, and Alam promptly unleashed a barrage, the explosions obliterating the last vestiges of resistance. He surveyed the scene of burning, tattoo-covered corpses. No strategy, no tactics—just raw firepower. "Hehe... Now that's how we finish it," he chuckled his sadistic tendecy is rising up again.

With the fighting over, Alam declared, "Alright, guys, we win. Take care of the wounded. Grab the loot. The base is ours." He tossed the launcher aside, laughing.

The base was quickly secured, with the wounded receiving treatment from medics aided by surprisingly advanced local medical technology—likely salvaged pre-war Chinese tech or imported elsewhere. Despite some casualties, the operation was a success.

On a distant beach, the crumbling, burning tower of the Flying Dragon cast long shadows across the water. A group of figures stood silhouetted against the flames, their bodies slick with seawater, the waves lapping at their feet. Among them, a woman with a dragon tattoo stared at the flames, tears streaming down her face, but then change into burning with a cold fury. She clutched a scorched piece of fabric, a remnant of the dragon banner "They thought they could erase us. They thought they could extinguish the dragon's fire. But they were wrong. The fire still burns. And it will consume them all."