Mich - Surival of the Isekai'd westerner

Chapter 1

 I growled, my finger got nicked by the cutting tool I was using, i tugged up my shirt to stem the initial bleeding for a bit so it could scab over better. Huffing in annoyance, I went back to work, setting aside the pain of the cut back to the log I was cutting. It was one of the few evergreens now left in the Ozarks.

The Southern Republic Confederacy's Second Mechanized Cavalry, or locally called "those bastards" were on their way to attempt a second siege on the Ozark boarders, news that barley got to us before we were scheduled to leave. Something that got the company in quite a fit, a well regulated and civil one but one none the less.

A cannon boom hit the side of the wall that I was on, "Thats the warning shot" I realized. I stood up, trying to calm my nerves as I made a light jog over to the armory, panicked looks of a couple men who couldnt keep their fear in check looked behind me. Faint shots of the S2 carbine our comrades were given was heard even from here.

I was finally tossed my rifle, an nervous habit of mine kicked right in once it was in my hands, my thumb would slowly pet the side of the grip as I held it. I jogged back to my post, only having partially the cover the higher ups wanted me to have. Something I wholeheartedly agreed with having. A steps came up from behind me, I crouched and half turned, a half second away from aiming at the noise. I huffed out.

"Where the fuck do you think you five are going?" I asked the company mates that startled me. The man in the lead only slowed down a bit, his thumb jabbing at two huge pipes on the shoulder of one of his squad mates. "We are assigned for practical testing of this new weapon, hope us luck" He said, resuming the quick pace they set, leaping out of the small hole in the wall I meant to make.

I shook my head, sending a small prayer to God above, hoping he would give the men that just left luck enough to survive despite carrying weapons that might not even work. I watched their backs, keeping an eye out as much as I could to make sure they wernt going to get ambushed.

The minutes then started ticking, a threat not facing me directly in the face but somewhere in the shrubbery or far away just at that little out post that was set up. Small murmurs about "the damn radios not working" came about to the men nearby, something that was not unheard of as a tactic used by the southerners.

A man tapped me on the shoulder, I turned around once again, finding a comrade giving me a cup of filtered water, I took it with a thanks. I sipped it, it was a fine quality, I looked back up to give the man the empty cup but his wide eyes and sudden yell of "the enemy!" shocked me, I turned around, finding a small scout car trapped in the small ditch we covered up, but the guy on the turret was already recocking the light machine gun he had, then it made sense, as two little disturbances on either side told me all I needed to know.

I lifted my rifle, a fierce flame of rage filled me, "No way in hell will I allow you to kill these men" I thought to myself, firing off a couple rounds, the others ducked. The turret aimed at me, then my world turned to white.

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When I came back to again, I found myself in a medic bunk, a few men who seemed to be far off then me in the other bunks, I groaned. I got up to find the doctor to protest me staying, knowing the typical worries of a doctor. But I paused, reports of men yelling and guns firing made me realize that the battle was still going on.

I quickly rushed to the door opening it to the field to join the fight, holding the service pistol that was still holstered to my hip, just to be greeted by a yellow flash and a new scene in front of me.

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I felt my legs moving, my senses numb. I tried to think but I couldn't, I squinted my eyes, seeing sand, but some sort of haze forced me not to care. I internally grimaced, my actual face staying in a simple straight face.

A man in front of me looked about, apparently unaffected, I vaguely noticed that he was wearing a sister company to mine. He ran out of the line, something I wished that I could, something that I fought for mentally, but the impulse not to was something to be reckoned with.

A couple moments I felt my comrade yell something with heartfelt rage, some of the words he said pushed away the hypnotism that was forced on me. I rushed forward, looking about, none of the guards had any ranged weapons by the look of it so I ran out. I took out a blade that I had on me, the bayonet that every soldier was costomly expected to personalize somehow.

Two guards were at the entrance, I knew that I wouldn't be able to take them on by myself so my hand instinctively went to my pistol holster, somewhat surprised that it was still there, thinking that was gone for some reason. A loud crash boomed out of the sandy field that I just came out of, I pulled the rigger four times, twice for each man. Both dropped dead as I dashed out. A few of their companions looked at the entrance, shocked at both the noise of the booms and a man running out.

I rushed on, my body complaining about the pace, after a couple turns I looked back, a few of the street goers were watching me as a lone guard followed me down the city. I turned my head back forward, just reacting fast enough to the sudden obstacle of two new men, brandishing swords in one hand and some sort of necklace in the other.

"Stop! The law commands you!" said one of them, pivoting and preparing to strike. I decided not to try to engage them, trying to run further around them, something they were upset about, trying to body throw themselves at me.

I kept running through the city, taking turns and even scaling a couple buildings every once in awhile, but I felt my lungs slowly being taxed too much. Seeing a couple other people running away from the guards.

I took a turn, right into a barricade, having a pair of men drawing some bows at me, I turned around almost falling but saving myself with a push of a hand. "Aww fuck" I thought to myself, three dudes were rushing at me on horses, the one in the lead having some sort of cowl and a flame in his hand, something that I couldnt afford attention to wondering about that.

Right before they came into range of me, a masked man with a cloaked companion jumped down from some of the roofs, "Just how did I not notice them-?" I thought to myself, just as one was starting a fog and another pushing out some sort of hazy blue plate infornt of us.