L'Manberg: The Revolution

Chapter 9: The Pen-Pal

Splish, splash, splish, spat! The tunnels were silent as the soldiers marched through them. Luke had plotted the perfect course to where they wanted to go, it was just a matter of getting there. Everyone was eerily silent as they tiptoed through the foot high water. Tommy felt as if he would throw up. The stench on the cracked stone brick walls was terrible. The splashes of water dripping from the ceiling and the splish from the soldiers walking didn't help the silence. The silence also didn't help morale. Almost the entire fifth battalion had seen combat, but never before have they truly started it. The only training they had was experience and they didn't have attacking experience. This wasn't good, but they would cross that bridge when they got to it. In the meantime they just had to keep walking. The darkness surrounded the fifth, forcing them to carry torches and leave lit ones behind to mark their trail.

"Soldiers! Get back in formation, we haven't passed an enemy fort yet!" On Bitzel's command the slacking soldiers pulled back together. Tubbo crept up next to Tommy and whispered to him.

"Tommy, maybe we should get the soldiers to do that thing where you say something then they respond?" Tommy turned to Tubbo.

"You mean a cadence?"Tubbo nodded and Tommy smirked.

"Not a bad idea Little T." Tommy, still walking, turned around.

"Soldiers, who are you?" In unison the soldiers took a deep breath.

"We are the fifth battalion, fighting for our victory. Our bravery will go down in our nation's history!" Bitzel followed Tommy and turned around as well.

"Who are you soldiers?" Once again a deep breath could be heard from the marching soldiers.

"We are the fifth battalion, a band of brothers. Dream better watch his back. Cause we'll always have each other!" Tommy noticed they had gotten louder over the time of the second chant. Deo laughed and turned around too as Tommy and Bitzel turned to face the right way.

"This looks fun. Soldiers, we'll ask you one more time! Who are you?" This time before the breath could be heard a sigh was. But this time the soldiers were louder than ever, their footsteps acting almost like a beat.

"We are the fifth battalion! Strong and ready to fight! We'll plan in the shadows, under the cover of night." Tommy could tell Tubbo was about to turn around but he stopped him. He then turned back to his soldiers and motioned them to stop.

"Ok everyone spread out, and be quiet, from here on out we are in enemy taken territory." Most of the soldiers nodded as they started to break formation. Even if no one was down here they would have to be ready for a fight and try to be quiet so they didn't attract unwanted attention. The eerie silence returned as they moved through the sewers in a fluid motion. Tommy then spotted in front of them a couple yards a head, clusters of supply boxes. Tommy gulped, they weren't the only ones down there. Tommy turned to Tubbo abruptly.

"Listen, if enemies spot us we are in big trouble, how about you take the fourth and find out what's going on up ahead. If Traumph soldiers are here you take them out and then let us know, sound good Little T?" Tubbo nodded then turned around. He signaled for Luke and the rest of the fourth to follow him and they proceeded to move up. In silence they tiptoed through the water, hoping not to get caught. Tubbo crept to the boxes in front of him and he could hear talking. He didn't bother listening, he just wanted to see how many enemies they were dealing with. He rounded the corner and spotted six enemy soldiers. The perfect amount, he turned to make sure his team was with him.

"Ok guys, pick a guy out and go for him, understand?" Everyone nodded, it was go time. Tubbo yelled a war cry and jumped forward as he ran towards the nearest guy. He swung for the open arm. Shunk! His sword hit his mark, opening the soldier's arm to blood. Tink, tunk, whoosh, tang! The soldier's attempts to retaliate didn't help his cause as all he hit was armor. Tunk! Tang! Tubbo's blade met the soldiers as they battled for survival. Whoosh, tunk. Tubbo went with a left slice barely dealing a dent to the soldier. Tubbo reraised his sword to block another blow. Shink! The soldier's slice was blocked. Shunk, shunk. Tubbo made jabs at the soldiers' chest plates' gaps. The soldier screamed in pain and went to attack again. Tang, tunk, shunk, tunk, tunk, tang! At this point, both knew who was winning. Tubbo flawlessly blocked the soldiers' weak blows, he was losing energy. Soon he would lose his will. Shing, shing, tunk, bang! He did lose his will. At this point Tubbo just felt sad as the desperate soldier fell to the ground, giving up. Tubbo looked to see his allies locked in combat. He wondered if the soldier would tell them if any enemies lied ahead. So he bent down to the broken soldier, trying to get on his level.