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September 2403. Move over, Attila the Hun, there's a new horde in town, and they're hungrier than a pack of wolves at a borscht buffet. The Wanderer Group, once mere vassals of the Red Nation, have gone full Genghis Khan, sending shockwaves through Central Asia like a Cossack doing the kazachok on a trampoline.

In other news: Bears spotted tap-dancing in the taiga, local officials blame faulty vodka distilleries.

The True Horde banner soared high—a white horse against a blue background, flanked by the Wanderer banner, a striking red triangle on a black field. Alam gathered his war council, calling in his top generals and talented officers. its was a year after creation of true horde confederacy,

Meanwhile, while Alam goes full berserk on land, the Blood Khaganate finds itself starved for supplies, making it easy for him to declare their territory as a tasty breakfast. But what Alam doesn’t realize is that the real battle is raging on the Pacific and Atlantic seas, where Jozen’s pirates are systematically tearing apart the Red Nation fleet and its supply lines.

World War 4 hasn’t been declared yet, but tensions are soaring!

Amid this chaotic Pacific showdown, we shift to Nara, a member of the infamous Bastard Brigade—a ragtag group of wild, bloodthirsty warriors acting as the vanguard in a bold assault on a pirate stronghold.

From their bomber planes, they rain destruction down on the islands below, explosive payloads lighting up the sky. Anti-aircraft guns fire back, sending shockwaves that rattle the bombers.

In the midst of this pandemonium, the Bastard Brigade prepares to parachute in. Among them is Nara, armed with a small axe from Panji and a rifle slung across her back. She’s ready to prove herself, surrounded by a motley crew of warriors in all sorts of outfits. Some sport leather biker jackets and bandanas, others wear proper soldier uniforms, and a few even don tuxedos with katanas on their backs, looking like they just stepped out of a Yakuza movie. “If I’m going to die,” one trooper sighed dramatically, clutching his chest, “I want to die… in drips

The first wave of parachute gliders descends onto the island. Most of them are decimated by enemy machine gun fire, and then it’s Nara’s turn.

“Go, go, go!” barks Lieutenant Rayleigh, decked out in an exosuit that looks like it came straight from a Halo game, as he jumps first.

Nara dives, watching Rayleigh’s chute open too early and swing wildly. Another comrade’s chute gets shredded by enemy fire. She decides to hold off on opening hers, aiming for the flak cannon below. At 30 meters, she pops it open, crashing hard but somehow managing to keep her leg intact, much to the enemy’s surprise. With a quick move, she takes out the cannon with a grenade.

Looking around, it's total chaos—even friendly fire. The enemy's dug in deep, shooting from behind tall grass with crappy weapons. Nara searches for her comrades and finds Rayleigh, his leg broken.

"Blow up those huts, they're for their NCOs. It'll mess with their heads," he says, handing her three bombs. "But don't use 'em all, we need to hit the radio center."

Nara nods and goes after the pirates in their jungle gear, while her brigade looks like a circus but with better armor. After hours, she blows up an empty hut—a small win.

Officer Patrick, with his black hat and bloody sword, yells, "Good job, now attack!" and charges into the thicket. Nara, now shot up, heads back to Rayleigh for some help.

"You did good," Rayleigh says, tossing her an adrenaline shot. "Bullets in your arm and leg? You're fine, get back out there!" he shouts, limping forward. "We need that radio center before sunset! They'll hit back soon, move it... kill! Kill!"

The fight drags on, bloody and relentless. Both sides often can't see each other beyond a few meters due to the thick grass and swamps. The Bastard Brigade fights from trenches and a cave connected to a trench, dealing with gunfire, explosions, and annoying mosquitoes and other bugs.

Nara stumbles upon a bunker, originally used in WW2 by the Japanese, now occupied by pirates on the brink of WW4. After clearing out the enemy, the path to the radio station is filled with the buzzing of insects and the squelching of boots in the swamp.

"Damn, we're not getting paid enough for this," grumbles one warrior.

"We'll never get paid 'cause we're gonna die," another laughs.

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"Shhh, quiet!" hisses Ma, a female NCO.

The monotony is shattered by the sound of machine guns as the enemy launches a counterattack. Nara, at the front, sees a horde of enemies charging at her. Panicking, her heart racing, she throws all her grenades and takes cover behind a big boulder.

From there, she sees the smoke from her comrades' guns as they fire rapidly. Trying to peek out from the boulder, she's met with enemy gunfire, cornered. Her instinct kicks in—she plants one of her two bombs on the boulder and retreats, detonating it to create shrapnel that hits the nearby enemies.

The battle intensifies, both sides clawing for victory, aware that this island could tip the scales in the Pacific theater.

After a brutal fight, they inch closer to the enemy radio station, encountering hidden pillboxes and explosive traps along the way. Nara's aim wavers as her adrenaline fades, the pain from her gunshot wounds in her shoulder and thigh flaring up. She retreats to Rayleigh for medical attention.

"Alright, you've done well so far," Rayleigh grudgingly tends to her wounds, giving her a small dose of painkillers.

"Fuck..." she hisses through the pain. Once patched up, she asks, "Why didn't you treat me earlier?"

"Those meds are expensive! I could sell 'em... I don't wanna waste 'em on a coward. Anyway, you'll just get more wounds soon. Now, get back to the fight!" Rayleigh's expression is hidden behind his full-face helmet, but Nara suspects he's smirking or grinning.

Realizing she's being commanded by a madman, Nara pats her bag, noting she's used up all her bombs. No way she's asking Rayleigh for more. She's determined to destroy the radio station herself, somehow.

She attempts to flank the enemy, rushing through the swamp and thick vegetation, taking out a few enemies but knowing she's passing many more without being able to shoot them.

A hail of bullets whizzes past her ears, and she takes another hit in her shoulder and back but keeps sprinting until she reaches a ruined building. Is this the radio station? Or is she just lost? Still under fire, Nara zigzags inside and takes cover among the ruins.

Wait, the radio station was already destroyed by a bombing campaign. She's both relieved and annoyed. If she dies now, it's for nothing.

But Nara's crazy flanking maneuver draws enemy attention, giving her comrades a chance to take out many of them.

She tries to peek out from the ruins and take out some enemies, but a loud machine gun pierces the air, its bullets tearing through the brick.

Nara's heart races again. She knows the enemy's caliber could pierce her suit if she takes a hit. Methodically, she crawls towards the ruins and takes out the enemy machine gunner with a lucky shot.

Later, Rayleigh, seemingly forgetting his own broken leg, runs towards the ruined radio station. He spots Nara behind the rubble.

"Good job, we did it! We destroyed the enemy building!"

Nara just plays along and nods, holding her wounds.

Meanwhile, at the station...

Kassandra surveyed the battlefield, her voice tense. “The island is ours, but the casualties are too high.”

Zion nodded, his expression grim.

“We can send the elite brigade somewhere safer—stop them from dying in this chaotic jungle, our ally khaganate need them more” Kassandra pressed.

Zion shook his head. “Let it be.”

Suddenly, a dot appeared on the monitor, growing larger—it was a boomerang airfighter jet, sleek and deadly. It swooped down, unleashing hell on the pirates hiding in the dense jungle.

Cheers erupted among the warriors as the airfighter soared past, another pirate obliterated.

Amid the celebration, Rayleigh stood tall in an open field, his patched-up legs steady. He pulled off his shades, revealing piercing blue eyes between the confines of his full-face helmet. Surrounded by the Bastard Brigade, he unfurled a map, determination etched on his features.

“This isn’t just a radio station,” he declared, fire in his voice. “They’ve built a tunnel system. This island hides an underground port—likely connected to their hidden city. Our mission? Search and destroy!”

Later, in the makeshift armory inside the tent, Duc, the bulky machine gunner, slung an ammo belt across his chest, looking every bit the warrior. beside him a yu. a girl with mechanical implant limb with orange hair

“You look badass,” Yu remarked, grinning.

Duc raised an eyebrow. “Try carrying it. Then tell me how cool it is.”

Yu laughed. “No thanks. It’s heavy!”

Patrick, busy cleaning his sword, chimed in. “Last battle was insane. You’re the only machine gunner left in the entire platoon.”

Duc nodded, a grim smile on his face. “Our life expectancy? About a minute after we fire this thing. All the attention’s on us. But I don’t mind... I’ve taken down a lot of them.”

Rayleigh led the platoon once more, with Nara trailing behind, her fresh wounds still wrapped in bandages. They navigated a steep ridge, the path treacherous.

“Ugh, this gear is so heavy!” one warrior grumbled.

“Shut it!, its your guys fault not buy light and better gear instead spend it on pussy” Ma, the NCO, snapped, cracking her crop like a whip.

“Nara, you and Yu scout ahead!” Rayleigh ordered, a cheeky grin spreading across his face.

“Why us?” Yu wheezed, panting.

“Because you both have small asses! Now go!” Rayleigh laughed.

They scrambled up the cliff for a shortcut, reaching a high vantage point. Below, they spotted a group of enemies in white exosuits among the ruined huts.

“Time to plan an attack!” Rayleigh said, eyeing the numbers.

As the assault began, the enemies scrambled to plant explosives in the tunnel. Not on Rayleigh’s watch. Their exosuits proved useless against their small arms.

“Keep firing, Duc!” Rayleigh shouted.

Duc opened fire like a machine, bullets raining down on the enemy.

“Patrick, Alexis! Flank them!” Rayleigh barked.

With melee weapons drawn, Patrick and Alexis charged, tossing a flashbang into the mix. They cut through the enemy exosuits like butter. Patrick aimed for the gaps with his sword, while Alexis went for their necks with a machete and throwing knives.

“Excellent cuts!” Rayleigh called out, watching with approval.

Meanwhile, Nox swaggered in like a Duke Nukem wannabe, beheading an enemy for a trophy. He proudly displayed another ear on his hip to Yu and Nara, who exchanged mixed looks of disbelief and amusement.

“Let’s keep moving!” Rayleigh urged as they ventured deeper into the tunnel.

Suddenly, a massive explosion rocked the ground—the pirates were trying to blow the tunnel! A quarter of the platoon got separated from Rayleigh, who stood at the tunnel’s mouth.

He spotted a huge boulder blocking their path and sighed. “Carry on with the mission. You guys might find your way on your own. Ceasar spirit bless,” he radioed to the trapped warriors.

Now it was just Nara, Yu, Patrick, Nox, Alexis, Duc, and a few others left to fend for themselves.

Inside, they fought fiercely, quickly overpowering any remaining pirates. But then they hit a wall.

“Over here!” someone shouted, spotting a platform leading deeper into the hall. Water pooled ominously below.

“Ew, no way. That’s a red flag,” Alexis said, lowering her thermal goggles.

“Let’s hope this stops the crash!” Patrick yelled as they jumped down, plunging into the depths, followed closely by Nox and Alexis, ready to face whatever awaited them.