Chapter 8

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Near the Beachhead, Vacuo
6/13/2XXX
7:00am

It's been nine days after the ultranationalist army have step foot onto the vacuo sand. The base were pretty much doing well. Their man power in this base is about 3-4k thousands troops.

"Comrade-Major general sir!" A man greeted him with a salute, the general gaze onto the 2nd in command of the brigade, raising his hand onto his forehead to salute back.

"Anything to report?"the major general asked

"Yes sir, one of our reconnaissance plane have spotted one of the white fang's stronghold north west from here. Thankfully enemy hostile didn't detected the flying aircraft." The 2nd in command explained.

The major was silence after hearing the report. "Order the 12th battalion , we need to capture the stronghold in a week."he stated

"Yes sir,i'll inform them right now."with that, the 2nd in command left the office of the general.

And just in an hour, members of the 12th battalion began suited up. Soldiers checked their equipment, others start wearing their vest on their chest and so on.

The major general walks up to the office's window next to him holding a cup of vodka on his hand, from the outside, the 12th battalion quickly rushed over to their transport choppers and gunship. Dozen of helicopters ascended from their Helipad, one by one. Helicopters began to hover away from the military base heading towards to the enemy stronghold to capture it.

Timeskip

The sound of many metallic wooshing sound echoed through the desert wasteland, mi-24 hinds move forward ahead of the russian transport helicopters making them to support friendly troops and soften up the enemy defensive lines.

"Alright team, once our boys have soften up the defense. We rush in and kill anyone whos get in our way until our objectives is complete! for the motherland and (Y/n) Zhakaev comrades!" The battalion colonel explained, making a motivated war cry at the end.

Soldiers inside the helicopter his in joined in with the war cry, the signature "ura" screamed from the helicopter.

Once they finished their war cry, they went back to normal, from afar, the pilot spotted the target stronghold. The driver turn his head over at the back. "10 minutes til landing comrade!" The pilot announced.

"Get ready to fight comrade!" The colonel barked.

Whitefang Stronghold, Vacuo outskirt
6/13/2XXX
8:12am

"Ya see anything." A young faunas goon asked his companion next to him inside the watchtower. His companion's eyes scanned through the desert using his binoculars, he noticed a something from afar, it was a flock of silhouette object heading towards their stronghold.

A faint wooshing sound was heard thanks to his caracal ears that he was born with it. The caracal faunas tensed when the object were now clear, it was the Ultranationalist.

"ALERT EVERYONE, THE ULTRANATIONALISTS ARE HERE!" His companion yelled at the young faunas which made the goon shuddered in surprise but nevertheless he followed his orders.

The young faunas newbie run down from the watchtower, he quickly set off the alert which brought the attention of every white fang members in the stronghold.

Goons began arming themselves with dust based guns, the wooshing sound become closer and closer. Mi-24 hinds showed up aiming it's Gsh-23V 23mm twin cannon at the white fang soldier's from above. The twin cannon began to fire from the russian chopper, bullets easily ripped through the goon's flesh and that breaking their aura.

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