Time, like the relentless march of armies, paid little heed to individual struggles. Months had passed since Alam’s helicopter crash in the West Taiga. The landscape had transformed, the vibrant hues of autumn fading into the stark grays and whites of winter. For Hazel, the months had been a relentless cycle of battles, each one more brutal than the last. The fresh scar on her arm, a souvenir from a close call with a True Horde grenadier, was a constant reminder of the war's ever-present danger.
She stood beside the Buffalo, now bearing the marks of numerous battles – scorch marks, dents, and hastily welded repairs. The memory of her brother’s laughter, once a source of comfort, now felt like a distant echo, a reminder of what she had lost. “We’ll bring justice to this chaos, Hazel,” he had said. The weight of that promise settled heavily on her shoulders as she climbed into the tank.
“Hey, Patrick! Hey, orange girl!” she called out, her voice hardened by months of command.
Yu, who being out rank by hazel,bit irritated but she simply nodded. “My name is Yu..” sigh”Major.”
“Okay, orange-haired Yu,” Hazel chuckled, settling into the tank as the engine roared to life. The Buffalo's powerful engine belched steam into the air, its steel exterior glinting in the sunlight like a dragon’s scaly hide.
“Come on... let’s kill someone!” Hazel urged, excitement bubbling in her chest.
“Ulaan Baatar is the target,” Hazel said, spreading a map on the small table inside the tank. “We need to break through the Horde’s eastern defenses.”
The Buffalo rumbled forward, crushing debris beneath its tracks. The radio crackled with updates from command. The distant rumble of explosions and the faint trails of smoke on the horizon told of battles raging elsewhere. The air crackled with tension.
“Incoming!” Yu shouted, pointing towards the sky. A barrage of missiles streaked across the sky, impacting the True Horde lines in the distance. “Looks like they’re having a bad day,” Hazel said, a grim smile playing on her lips.
With a thunderous roar, the Buffalo's cannon fired, sending a shell flying toward the target. Hazel watched through her scope as a giant flame erupted, engulfing the enemy settlement.
“Hell is coming,” she muttered, a grim smile creeping onto her lips.
The battlefield erupted into chaos as the enemy tank, a massive walking fortress, appeared on the horizon. Yu's jaw dropped in shock; she had never seen anything like it before.
“What is that? One of ours?” Hazel asked, bewildered.
Yu shook her head, her eyes wide. “No! That thing is enormous!”
“Shoot it!” Hazel commanded, adrenaline surging through him.
The Buffalo fired again, the shell penetrating the enemy tank's armor and exploding inside. The enemy tank staggered, its leg blown off, and it fell to the ground, enemy soldiers inside screaming in panic.
“It’s just a decoy to intimidate us! Keep firing!” Hazel shouted, rallying her crew.
The Buffalo's gunner unleashed a barrage of fire, targeting the enemy's weak points with precision. One by one, enemy strongholds crumbled under the relentless assault.
As the Buffalo charged forward, enemy soldiers scattered, some still firing back in desperation. The chaos of battle surrounded them, but the Buffalo pressed on, its armor deflecting bullets like raindrops.
“Don’t stop!” Hazel urged, her voice rising above the din.
The tank continued its advance, crushing everything in its path. The enemy artillery fired back, but the Buffalo’s thick armor absorbed the blows. Hazel could feel the tension in the air, the stakes rising with every passing moment.
Hazel’s voice crackled over the intercom. “Enemy at 3 o’clock! Reload AP rounds!” The crew scrambled to obey, their movements practiced and efficient. Hazel peered through her scope, spotting a massive enemy tank, a walking fortress of metal, lumbering towards them.
“Beautiful flame,” Hazel remarked, watching as the enemy tank was engulfed in fire.
As the dust settled, it seemed the enemy had finally stopped firing. The battlefield lay in ruins, a testament to the ferocity of the fight. Hazel took a deep breath, the adrenaline still coursing through her veins, knowing that this was just the beginning of their advance.
Yu peered through her scope, the battlefield unfolding before her like a grim tapestry. The smoke began to clear, revealing an enemy tank engulfed in flames. Suddenly, the enemy infantry ceased their fire, and an eerie silence settled over the chaos. The scarred man, a seasoned veteran, barked orders to his crew to reload and prepare the grenade launcher.
“Cover me!” he shouted, pulling himself out of the tank and landing with a thud behind a bush. He began lobbing grenades at the enemy infantry, his men quickly joining the fray.
Yu remained focused, scanning the enemy line. Just then, she spotted an enemy soldier aiming a gun directly at her. “Patrick! Sniper position! Seven o'clock, behind the bush!” she called out, her voice steady despite the tension.
Patrick, quick to respond, signaled his men. They aimed their rifles at the designated spot, unleashing a torrent of bullets that ripped through the air. The cacophony of gunfire sent the enemy into a panic, but their chaos was abruptly silenced by the explosion of a grenade. Bodies fell lifelessly to the ground.
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Hazel Yawn remarked, unimpressed. “That was almost perfect.” her vr training simulation in area 51 is indeed more brutal. make her feel detach with whole thing
As the dust settled, the battlefield revealed its grim aftermath. The enemy was either dead or incapacitated, and the only sounds were the crackling of flames and the distant moans of the wounded. Yu turned her scope toward the remaining enemy soldiers, crawling toward their trench, desperate for cover.
“Finish them, Yu,” Hazel commanded,
Yu hesitated, as second commander of tank, a flicker of doubt crossing her mind. She felt the weight of the order, but she nodded, steeling herself. “Scar man, tell your men to aim at the enemy soldiers. Finish them.”
The scar man shouted instructions, and his crew quickly trained their rifles on the injured foes. One by one, the enemy soldiers were dispatched with merciless precision, each shot a finality that echoed across the battlefield.
“Beautiful,” Hazel said, savoring the victory. “Now, let’s get that rail finished. We need to keep the Buffalo moving, soldiers!”
As the crew sprang into action, repairing the tank and laying down tracks, Hazel took a moment to enjoy a chocolate bar, his eyes scanning the quiet terrain.
“See anything, girl?” he asked Yu, who was still peering through her scope.
Yu took a deep breath. “No. Just the dead bodies and corpses in the field.” she whispered, a strange smile playing on her lips.
“I see,” Hazel replied, a hint of gravity in her voice. “We’ll see many more if we reach Europe.”
Suddenly, Yu’s eyes flared with determination. “Yes. We’ll get rid of them if they resist. Justice must be served in Europe. No one will stop our march.” yu stare at the dead officer body who still hold the sword in ground and say "They won't be bothering anyone anymore"
“Indeed,” Hazel agreed, munching on her chocolate.
Just then, Yu shouted, “Enemies incoming from afar!” She pointed her scope in the direction of a massive column of enemy infantry, armed and advancing slowly but surely.
“Alright,” Hazel said, her voice steady as he calculated the coordinates for a cannon shot. “They’re dumber than I thought.”
The scar man relayed the coordinates to his gunner, who prepared to fire. “Fire!” came the command, and a single cannonball soared through the air, striking the heart of the enemy column. The explosion was devastating, scattering the enemy troops in all directions.
“Beautiful... Keep firing!” Hazel urged, watching as the chaos unfolded.
The enemy commander, realizing the dire situation, rallied his troops, waving his sword and shouting orders. its was a last stand for them in the region,
But Hazel merely chuckled, “Let him gather his primitive men in line. We’ll shoot them again.”
As the commander attempted to regroup his men, Hazel prepared for another strike. “Alright, kill them. That’s what mercy looks like.”
Yu aimed at the commander, her finger hovering over the trigger. But suddenly, she hesitated, her conscience battling with her orders.despite the context of war, seeing the enemy without proper equiment to fight back with equal strenght is too much for yu “I can’t!” she shouted, frustration evident in her voice.
“Fool,” Hazel muttered, taking the gunner position himself. sHe fired with deadly accuracy, the commander falling to the ground, his troops thrown into disarray.
Hazel continued firing until the last enemy soldier fled, a victorious grin spreading across her face. The battlefield was theirs, the Buffalo crew standing tall amidst the wreckage, exhausted but unbroken.
Hazel sat inside the tank, a frown creasing her brow as he pondered the looming threat of the True Horde. “Is it really the True Horde?” she muttered, disbelief lacing his voice. she still remember how they are just blitzkrieg various warlord in region and defeat flying dragon like a nothing, but now they are like cartoon villains
Yu, slumped in her seat, shrugged her shoulders, fatigue evident in her posture. “They’re just a big group of primitive men with guns and bayonets,” she replied, her voice heavy with exhaustion. “But don’t let their looks fool you. They’re still dangerous. I mean, did you see what their cannon did to ours? Their cannonballs can pierce almost anything. If they had more time and materials, I wouldn’t be surprised if they made something even stronger.”
Hazel sighed, the weight of their situation settling on her shoulders. “I’m afraid our journey is going to be very long,” she said, glancing out at the desolate landscape.
Yu leaned back, her gaze drifting to the sky, where the stars twinkled like distant memories. “Yeah, I think we need to stop and make camp here. We should rest. We don’t know what tomorrow will bring.” She yawned, the sound echoing her weariness.
“I swear, alam,” Hazel mumbled as she settled in for the night, “someday I will find you and destroy you.” With that, she closed his eyes, the promise hanging in the air like a challenge waiting to be met.
A few days later, in a bustling workshop of the Blood Khaganate, the atmosphere buzzed with anticipation as new volunteers from the Red Nation arrived. Yu, perched on a crate, giggled as she spotted a newcomer.
“Oh, so you’re the new shield meat?” she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
“my Name’s Patrick,” patrick then greet the volunteer, tipping his hat with a flourish, his left hand resting on the scabbard at his side. “Welcome to the team!”
Panji stepped forward, a faint smile playing on his lips, his thin face partially obscured by shadow.
“Welcome, gentlemen,” the General announced, breaking the tension. “Today, we’re gearing up for a big push. With our new tank, we aim to defeat the True Horde on their home turf in Central Asia. But first, we need to train—infantry and tanks must work together.”
Panji listened intently, his expression neutral but alert. He understood the weight of the General’s words, the importance of his role in supporting the tanks and his men.
“Without further ado, let’s get started. Lieutenant Panji, I hope you’re ready to familiarize yourself with this kind of warfare. Central Asia will be full of surprises compared to Africa or North America. You’ll be leading the infantry tasked with supporting the tanks,” the General continued.
Panji nodded, absorbing the information. He kept his thoughts to himself, his demeanor calm and serious, ready to face the challenges ahead.
“Alright, for training, we’ll smash a small rebel settlement,” the General said with a hint of excitement, drawing his sword and rallying the troops. “Let’s go get them!”
As the army began to march, the training exercise unfolded. Panji led the infantry support troops into the field, following closely behind the rumbling tanks. His quiet confidence shone through as he provided cover fire, his tactical prowess evident in every move.
The rebels put up a fierce resistance, but the combined firepower of the tanks and infantry proved overwhelming. Panji orchestrated the assault with precision, his orders sharp and clear. The rebels, despite their bravery, were no match for the well-coordinated attack.
Mid-October 2404. The air in the barracks was crisp with the approaching winter. Panji sat sharpening his blade, the rhythmic scrape of metal on stone filling the quiet room. He had just returned from a successful campaign against rebel groups in Manchuria, his reputation growing with each victory. then newcomer approached, a Hazel with short, cropped hair and a confident stride and stil wearing her body suit to appear as man.
“Hey, so you’re the rising star officer?” hazel a, a hint of admiration in her voice.
Panji smiled, “Yeah, that would be me. What can I do for you?”
“I’m Hazel, a mayor and part of the Blood Khaganate. I heard you’re climbing the ranks quickly,” she replied.
“Yes, I am. But I have to admit, I’ve had the help of some strong commanders. I’m just an ordinary officer who makes decisions quickly,” Panji said, his smile genuine.
“I see… Well, like six months ago, I was still a sergeant cannon fodder, and now I’m a mayor. Do you think they’re ranking us too fast?” Hazel asked,
Panji chuckled lightly, “I can’t say it’s too fast, but yes, we’re both ranked highly. Now, why are you meeting me?”
“I just wanted to say hi and… let’s work together without any dirty moves against each other,” Hazel suggested, extending her hand.
Panji shook it firmly, “I agree. It’s important for both of us to collaborate. I don’t have any problem with you.”
“So, what’s your story, man?” Hazel inquired,
“Nothing much… just a life full of fighting, battles, and loss,” Panji replied, his gaze drifting to the floor.
“Do we all?” Hazel mused. “But do you have a particular reason for volunteering in this land? I mean, of course, our leader wants it, but do you have something personal?”
Panji hesitated, “I have a personal reason… but I don’t really wish to talk about it.”
Hazel took a sip of coffee, nodding in understanding. “So, the two of us should keep in touch, right?”
“Yes, I’ll be defending the front,” Panji affirmed, a determined look in his eyes.
“Good luck out there,” Hazel said, a smile breaking across her face.
“Farewell!” Panji replied, his own smile lingering as he prepared for the challenges ahead.