August 6th, 1930, New Alberta, Mifdak.
Rain fell mercilessly upon the city streets, turning the pavement into tumultuous rivers and dampening the spirits of those brave enough to face the storm. Thunder rumbled in the sky, adding a tone of melancholy to the scene. It was a gray day, a day marked by the omnipresent presence of death.
In the grand Rivalov Square, over 30,000 people gathered to pay homage to the fallen heroes of the battle. The crowd huddled under the eaves of the buildings, seeking refuge from the fury of the weather. Amidst murmurs and sobs, tension and sadness hung in the air.
Then, amidst the collective lament, Voznikov's voice rose, resonating above the roar of the storm.
"Subjects of Mifdak, listen to my words carefully!"
His voice, filled with authority and determination, cut through the noise of the rain and captured the attention of all present.
"For three decades, we have witnessed the cruelty of conflict, a war that has torn the lives of our loved ones, a war imposed by those who seek to subjugate us to their will. But I ask you: Must we bow our heads to our oppressors? Must we allow our land to be profaned by the empire's boot?"
A murmur of indignation swept through the crowd, fueled by the leader's inflamed words.
"No! I tell you, no. We cannot allow fear and weakness to devour us. It is time to raise our voices and face the storm with courage and determination."
Voznikov's speech resonated strongly in the heart of each present, instilling a sense of purpose and bravery amidst the despair.
"Today, on this day of decision, I call upon you to join me in a crusade for our survival, for our freedom. The sacrifices of our fallen must not be in vain; they must be the spark that ignites the flame of our revenge."
The soldiers' eyes gleamed with determination as they listened to their leader's words, feeling the fire of passion and desire for justice burning in their hearts.
"Rise up, prepared for the impending battle. Our enemy knows no mercy, so neither shall we. We will confront the empire with a ferocity that will shake the foundations of their tyranny."
The air crackled with the electricity of emotion; each word of Voznikov resonated with the promise of a better future, of a deserved victory.
"Today, I announce the beginning of Operation Red Cyclone. We will reclaim what is rightfully ours, we will exact vengeance for the fallen, and we will crush our enemies beneath the weight of our wrath."
The crowd erupted in cheers and applause; the roar of the storm mingled with the people's clamor, creating a symphony of emotion and hope.
"Soldiers of Mifdak, let the world tremble before our determination! For the greatness of our nation, for the downfall of the empire, for my unquestionable will, we will fight to the last drop of blood!"
Voznikov's words echoed in the heart of every soldier, strengthening their resolve and fueling their desire for victory.
"So let it be written, and so let it be done! Let victory be ours!"
The ceremony culminated in the cremation of the fallen bodies, as the high-ranking officers watched from the stands with somber faces. The sound of wood crackling in the flames resonated in the air, reminding everyone present of the price of war and the promise of vengeance.
"Such is war, my dear compatriots!" exclaimed Colonel Lung, with a tone of voice laden with sorrow and resignation, as his gaze wandered into the horizon, as if seeking answers in the void.
Hawkings, with rage bubbling inside him, rejected his grandfather's gesture of comfort and abruptly pushed his hand away.
"Your empty words won't change anything, you insensitive old man," he spat bitterly.
Twilight enveloped the scene with its mantle of melancholy, as the flames consumed the remains of the fallen and the echo of loyalty oaths faded into the darkness. At that moment, the sepulchral silence seemed to weigh the air with the burden of tragedy. It was the prelude to a long and dark night, where hearts clung to hope and dreams of freedom shone like stars in the uncertain firmament of the future.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Hannoria (English)
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