Battle For The Centralized Parliament (2)
“Mf,” Phesx Caolia woke up in his small black tent. He found Maria's face staring at his in the dark, with her body completely bare and her hands hugging his slim back as his laid on her breasts. Seeing him wake up, she cocked her head outside the tent before putting her pants on, inclining her body on his before fully dressing up. With only her helmet left to wear, she exited the tent. Phesx Caolia followed her out.
Once outside, she turned to him as he placed his helmet on. “Take it off. All the other soldiers should have arrived by now. Some of them might be heavily injured and in dire situations. There aren’t many medical supplies to take care of everyone. Go and meet them.”
Phesx Caolia tilted his head, confused. Still, he took his helmet off and faced her. Maria stepped her right foot towards him, firmer and stern. “Go and do it.”
“Okay…” Phesx Caolia voiced, picking his equipment and weapons before heading to the medical stations in the darkness. Maria echoed behind him, walking in another direction. “Don’t forget your platoon leader’s duties. Come to the central tent afterwards.”
Phesx Caolia said nothing and continued walking. When he arrived at the medical stations, where a few black tents were pitched up, he heard the bemoaning and grunts of others. His eyesight allowed him to see through and observe the faces and horrendous injuries of soldiers.
Walking into the few tents and in between, where a large screen of fabric faced the west, covering them from being easily seen in the distance, Phesx’s image was seen. It wasn’t that simple. He spent 1 minute walking around the stations before he was recognized.
Afterwards, the more he stayed, the more faces looked at him. Phesx saw the same thing in most of them, they wanted to see their savior. It was no exaggeration. Who can see and calculate shells in the sky? That is only tough, dumb shit luck.
Before Phesx knew it, some soldiers with bandages around their limbs, covering their faces, or missing a few parts of their body walked to him, just wanting to shake hands and word a few things. It wasn’t worship, only recognition. One of greed and lust’s highest drugs.
When the young boy had enough, some others wanted to meet someone like him, but they were only soldiers and he was a platoon leader. He even had a pin, and were saved by him. Phesx was his name, and while nobody knew his alias outside the assault forces, that was it.
Arriving at the central tent, roughly 60 square meters big, all made of the same black fabric, the guards saluted him before letting him in. Phesx ignored this as he went inside and met an enigmatic, even mystical, sight.
The black tent seemed to consume the light inside, coming from the candles and a few weak lamps, which Phesx Caolia didn’t notice outside the tent. Now that he entered it, they were impossible to miss. They weren’t too strong, but he wasn’t stupid to think he was crazy now.
“It’s the fabric,” Maria voiced from the side. Exiting his slightly idiotic reaction, Phesx looked at her, waiting at the side while leaning on a shelf. She walked towards him and accommodated his uniform with a slight frown. “I told you to meet them, not let them grope you.”
“What’s the fabric made of?” Phesx Caolia hinted a smile that wasn’t a smile before asking, looking around as a group of officers around a rectangular table debated in low volumes. Maria gently accommodated his jacket’s collar under his armor. “You never went to camp in a forest?”
“No,” Phesx Caolia shook his head and looked at her before responding. Maria’s celeste eyes let him enjoy as much of her face as he wanted before responding, bringing him to the table. “Our trees. It isn’t just the wood that’s worth something. Light and sound are a little… muffled and blurry from the inside out. Its process is too long and complicated, so not many nations were interested in it. Only our forests’ wood became notorious.”
“Ah… I see,” Phesx’s eyes intensified for a moment. Maria ignored it before patting his back. They walked forward before Maria shouted, “Platoon leader present!”
“On time,” the officers turned their heads to meet the two, not bothering to straighten their backs. Phesx walked a few steps forward and saluted. The nearest officer looked at him and nodded, “Are you setting off now, Hellcat?”
“Yes, sir. Here’s my word,” Phesx nodded and relaxed before taking a document out of his jacket under his armor. The officer grabbed it and read it before nodding. He grabbed a pen, turned around, and showed Phesx his sign. “Your road ahead is open, soldier.”
Phesx Caolia nodded before turning around. Their meeting continued, with the officers’ stares on him making Phesx a little more aware of his actions and their consequences. Maria walked with him outside the tent, both feeling refreshed and with a new, heavy stone to kick on their path.
“Let’s go,” Maria suddenly smooched his lips, rewarding him for being a brave little fella. Phesx Caolia rapidly blinked a few times before following after her. When they met with the squad, and the remaining 2 sections of 40 elements in total, Maria was greeted first.
Afterwards, Phesx Caolia stood before them in silence, putting his helmet on, as they already had it, including Maria. He faced them, drank a small bag-bottle of juice the size of his palm in one go, and quietly voiced. “Follow me, quiet when I instruct to, and kill when we feel like it.”
“Hua!” The squads raised their fists and roared, lowly but still loud. Their reaction surprised and gladdened Phesx. The latter came to him strangely. He turned around, lifted his submachine gun, and gave the hand signal to follow him.
As the first assault force to charge forward and bring the mantle into the precinct, the gem platoon ventured into the darkness first, with the others watching. It didn’t take long for the other assault platoons to set out, searching for the center or the south. The gem platoon went southwest to meet with the soldiers in conflict.
… Hellcat semi jogged, walking into another hallway, when he heard the sound of gunshots and yelled orders. When the door was closed by the last few soldiers in his platoon, he looked back at them. Maria walked beside him, not leaving his side, and he couldn’t be more thankful of that.
After facing Maria though their helmets, he turned around, crouched, and showed the rest some hand signals before advancing with his presence lowered. The other soldiers followed after him, forming a spread, distanced line as they neared prona soldiers’ backs.
Whiiiistleee~. Phesx Caolia emitted a 2-0-1-1 sharp whistle order. Just as some soldiers discovered movement behind them, with gunshots 50-70 meters further ahead at the ongoing conflict zone, the signal reached them. They lowered the weapons they were about to lift and saw incoming assault forces.
‘Finally!’ Some soldiers thought. Hellcat walked to one of them before half-kneeling together. The platoon stood behind a counter with the other soldiers, keeping silent. He voiced into the immediate-near radio transmission to the soldier, “Situation?”
“Reporting,” the soldier nodded, “We’ve been facing many preis and rogues. The preqs are in the southern zones, just behind us, dealing with more. The prei are moving weird, but I don’t know. We’re just a few hundred meters before the core’s outer walls. Some preqs are here, to check on us, I suppose. But there are 3 paths where assault forces can move undetected, sir.”
“Enemy positions?” Hellcat asked. The soldier pointed a few times in the same direction as he explained, not expecting Hellcat to have a slightly inhumane eyesight. “Preis are definitely here. Scum are over there, but they seem to have quarreled with their lover. The paramilitaries are being cautious now, but they were very aggressive all night long.”
Hellcat nodded. The preis were more to the northwest, with the paramilitary northeast. The scum were in the middle, seemingly stuck between the paramilitaries and the military camps. They were helpless in the dark, attacked from every angle, except their rear. They could only flee if they couldn’t break any other side, but Prona and Prei have placed at least 50k soldiers to take turns shooting at each other from afar.
Hellcat tapped the soldier’s shoulder before crouching to Maria. She and everyone else breathed evenly, just wanting to know when they’ll be put in danger, also giving their trained bodies and minds their stage.
“We can go for the scum or paramilitaries first,” after explaining to Maria and other squad leaders, Hellcat proposed. Maria inquired, “What are the chances the scum flee when they see others suffer a blow they cannot defend against?”
“Half,” Hellcat said, already having thought of the matter. It was just his opinion, but the other squad/section leaders thought similarly, nodding a little. Maria suggested, “Paramilitaries. The scum won’t matter. The military camps are going to decimate them here anyway.”
“Okay, any other thoughts?” Phesx Caolia nodded before looking at the others. He was tall, but his slim body reminded everyone he was just a young boy. It was difficult not to daze a bit when thinking about it. In the end, they presented no differing thoughts. Hellcat nodded again, “Paramilitaries it is. More assault forces will arrive in 10 minu-”
Phesx Caolia suddenly stopped and pressed his helmet’s left side. After a few seconds, he faced the others, who noticed. “Our spies in the paramilitaries have relayed information, they’ve found civilians inside and are evacuating them. However, they are retained for now.”
“I think we are all thinking of the same thing,” Maria commented, a little excited. The other section leaders nodded enthusiastically. Hellcat nodded and ordered, “Tell your soldiers, we’re rescuing civilians.”
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The platoon gem went on the move, leaving information for the other assault forces with the soldiers, wanting to get ahead immediately. They slowly moved through the dark, far from the gunfire exchanged between fellow soldiers, preis, and criminals.
Nearing the paramilitary’s territory, the platoon silently crouched inside, careful where they stepped, avoiding glasses and water. Hellcat heard low voices not far from his position. Thinking for a few seconds, he decided to ignore them before advancing further in. Then, he found more sources from other fanatics, roughly calculating the distance between them.
Afterwards, the platoon returned to the first group of paramilitaries. They approached them slowly, nearing them every second, completely undetected, and with coordination surpassing what Hellcat was capable of in the encampment.
Siiip, siiip, seep- siip. “Agghkk…” - “Gasp…” - “Hu- mmnf!” - “Hello-”
A dozen paramilitaries fell, almost at the same time. Their throats cut from behind, their jaw locked, and their words stuck in their bellies as blood came out of their throats. They didn’t even realize a pair of muzzles aimed at them from the dark, in case something happened.
After shedding the first blood since the battle commenced, Hellcat brought the bloodied forearms and gloves of his platoon to the next group. This time, the 2 sections divided, one for each group, as they were a bit too close.
Hellcat led one, with Maria in another. When the section Maria was in finished their assassination, no inconveniences occurring, they met a waiting section crouching and guarding the path ahead.
Although Maria wasn’t leading her section, she was their leader in name. Her actions and movements were also those of a leader, setting the example, with the section leader just repeating her choices and instructing the soldiers.
Hellcat felt his right shoulder tapped. He didn’t turn his head to know it was Maria. With their helmets tilting towards each other ahead of the 2 sections, they conversed. Hellcat directly relayed to her, “I’ve found the possible location of refugees. It’s another 20 groups ahead, but they’re surrounded by many.”
“How did you get that info?” Maria looked at his body, finding the answer quickly with all the blood around Hellcat’s forearms. It was dark, but even she could see they looked wetter and darker than any other soldier.
“Crumbs?” Hellcat directly asked her after tapping helmets. Maria nodded, “Who do you think taught you that, hm?”
Hellcat humorously hummed before giving the hand signal to move. The soldiers behind them didn’t care about their antics, a little too warm for the situation, and followed them suit.
And so, they went on. Hellcat grew used to telling almost 2 dozen people how to do the assassination. They were as well-trained as he was, if not better, but Hellcat had certain ‘rules to follow’ when employing them.
Maria also tried his methods, they carried on, silent and cautious, with a single soldier not daring to gulp in fear of alerting the enemy. They left proof behind that this was their work to their fellow assault troops, continuing ahead while the paramilitaries were focused on the refugees.
Continuing moving, Hellcat led them slightly to the right each time, finding themselves avoiding packed groups. Because of this, they assassinated those paramilitary dozens around the edge of their perimeter, undetected and safe.
However, the moment a soldier grew a bit tired, lost focus, or didn’t notice something in the deep darkness, arrived.
Hellcat led the assassination of a 20-big group of paramilitaries with a few lights on. They felt secure enough to have a few weak lights on and just walked around, bored and waiting. Their weapons were with them, afraid they might not find them afterwards, which had happened before.
Hellcat moved the entire platoon after calculating the enemy’s behavior, immediately running at them with the most silent soldiers. Maria and Karla were among them. When they came close to the enemy, they threw hatchets at their necks, only a few. Nobody failed.
Hellcat and the others threw their knees into the air, at a low height, but still fast and unexpected. They tumbled a few enemies, with 2 soldiers snatching the lights from those walking around, bored. More than half the enemy was felled, gone before they could emit more than ‘huh’ or gasp. Other soldiers walked around with lights on, imitating the previous paramilitary fanatics waiting.
“Aah!-” However, one of the last enemies to die was stabbed in the chest at the last moment, pushing his body upward after noticing a shadow moving towards him with light contrasting it. It was something the soldiers didn’t have to worry about before, and now were seen because.
The enemy screamed, even with his chest stabbed. Hellcat immediately felt the suspicious words in other nearby groups. At the same time, he heard footsteps behind them, with heavy equipment and waiting for any situation to unfold, wanting to join the gem platoon.
“Lights off,” Hellcat ordered, still strangling another enemy to death. As he heard his soldiers’ heartbeat increase, and darkness clouded everyone’s sight for a couple of seconds, he trembled for 10 seconds. Just as the strangled enemy thought he had a chance to live, he felt little knives pierce his neck before blood gushed out like juice out of bubble gum from his neck.
“You, rush back and tell the other assault troops we need their help, and more. Don’t forget the signal.” Hellcat’s whisper could be heard in the dark, barely audibly to the soldiers. One of them, feeling their right shoulder grasped, nodded before heading in the opposite direction.
Just like the others, that soldier knew how to orientate himself in the deep dark. Watching his back disappear in the dark, towards the other assault troops’ footsteps, Hellcat turned and led the platoon to the side, slightly forward.
Although they could no longer get close to the other groups, faking to be paramilitary, the platoon moved, ready to act. Hellcat looked for Karla and gave her a bag before she slowly crouched away with Gustavo as her shadow to protect her. Karla wouldn’t be left alone without protection.
The rest of the platoon lied prone on the floor, waiting for Hellcat’s orders, believing in his quirk timing and the like. Lying down beside Maria, he rubbed his shoulder with hers as they aimed in a direction. She rubbed him back a few times, waiting for the moment to act.
Bang!
“!” Hellcat looked in the direction his soldier went to just as he heard a group of paramilitaries walk to the last group his platoon killed, becoming surprised and scared of such a smooth round of corpses lying so near them. Furthermore, the corpses were a little warm…
“What was that?!” A paramilitary immediately shouted, terrified. Hellcat knew it was over. Things became complicated. He activated his helmet comms and contacted Karla with beeps before opening the prona radio. “To all Prona assault troops, the paramilitaries’ hostages are held by hundreds of paramilitary elements. Come and support the liberation of the refugees.”
“Lights means fire!” Hellcat loudly roared. The paramilitaries who just aimed their weapons to the incoming assault troops were startled, rapidly aiming to where his platoon was, and fired. Bang, bang, bang, bang- trrrrr trrrrrrrr trrrrrrr rrrrrr trrrrrrr trrrrrrrrr trrrrrrr trrrrrrrr trrrrrrr…
“Die! Fuckers!” - “AAAH! What army? Fucking traaaaitooors!” - “Empty your bullets on them! Ahahahaha!” That roar, as strange as its meaning was, was too close to the paramilitaries, who immediately fired in that direction. The gem platoon remained prone, watching as the enemy showed themselves, but still didn’t act.
Feeling the passing of bullets above their heads so near, even with their helmets, some soldiers held their heads, feeling their heads about to be lost. At that moment, Hellcat whispered into their minds, like a remedy to insanity. “Remember their positions…”
His soft, semi-broken voice was disrupted by the sudden flash grenades exploding everywhere, from dozens to a couple of hundred meters away.
BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG…
A plethora of paramilitaries were the target, becoming easy targets amidst the isolated walls, near reception desks, and around some corners. All of them were lighted up by flash grenades with continuous, small detonations, blinding and deafening them on a row.
“Fire!!” Hellcat crouched up and lifted his submachine gun, letting the trigger loose on the enemies ahead. He finished 3 of them, when Maria and the squad followed him. In less than 3 seconds, more than a dozen paramilitaries were surprised, taken down with bullets hugging their bodies. Then, the platoon stood up, lowered their presence and followed their leader.
The slaughter had just begun for them! At last!
Trrr rrrrrrr- trrrr- bang, bang, bang, bang! From behind, the assault troops fired at a group of paramilitaries flanking them, proportioning fire support. Hellcat made use of the sudden emergence of the enemy just suffering 100 assault troops acting into their territory to rush forth.
He stopped, emitting a single beep, before standing firm and firing at one of the spots they saw the enemy exposed. His platoon knew what to do, although they still took time before following his actions precisely. Hellcat became hyper sensitive, watching the enemy fall as he felt his platoon’s weapons fire away.
Once an enemy group was finished, they went to the other. Behind them, assault troops made their appearance, charging forth as they followed the gem platoon’s movements. At first, they proportioned support, getting rid or maiming the enemy from barraging the gem platoon. But time passed, and more and more assault troops showed up behind them.
“Fourteenth assault platoon is here, sir…” - “40th troop presents itself!” - “912th troop. We’ve come to help with the numbers!”
‘That’s how it goes…’ Hellcat hid his marvel at the situation, feeling more and more firing lines destroying the paramilitaries as his platoon had to compete to meet more targets. It wasn’t a joke. While the prona assault troops were separated in very small numbers within this massive parliament, their movement and reaction was massive.
In just 20 minutes after the gem platoon was discovered, even though they were now forced to take cover and wait for opportunities where another side gained advantage, or the enemy peeked when the troopers aimed. Thousands of troopers went on and marched together, becoming an unstoppable charge that only grenades formed a momentary stop to.
With the numbers prona showed, and the unpreparedness the paramilitary groups replied with, the latter could be seen slowly fleeing from a few zones of their territory. The refugees were only sighted in one of their zones, but they retreated further away with all those numbers prona obliterated them with, scaring them.
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!
Karla had long returned to the platoon with Gustavo, both unharmed. Hellcat had also taken his rifle out, keeping his heated submachine gun away so it could cool off. The enemy was holed behind structures like desks, columns, and carts.
They tried to wait to see if their leaders would send help, but after various minutes with their radios gone soundly dead, and possibly a thousand assault troops chasing those who fled, they lost morale. Still, the paramilitaries showed their will, or fanaticism, and kept fighting prona despite the imminent doom.
“AAAAAH! It’s not fair! We had a good shot at this! Dammit!” - “Forget it… they left us to die…” - “If we surre-”
While some paramilitaries were chatting, watching their comrades faraway still shooting at the prona holed far away, unable to accurately return fire that far, but still trying like mindless puppets. A fast, nimble, ruthless platoon rushed at them, surprising them by first exploding a young man’s head, which a tall but slim prona crouched behind to shoot at the back of his head.
Immediately after, an excited Hellcat remained crouched and headshot the other few complaining about others when their lives were in peril. Meanwhile, the platoon dealt with the rest, infiltrating the enemy’s defensive line to massacre everyone else. Maria’s squad was the fastest, with Hellcat not allowing his mates to leave him behind.
The incursion ended, with prona more or less easily gaining a few zones from an enemy’s territory, and some refugees. Now, Hellcat had all the rights to collect his spoils first.
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