Spring Of 1917, Cambri
How the woods is so peaceful in this day? I wondered the Brits and Germans are not shelling at each other. Impossible to happen, how does this has to came in a stop.
Shelling
It is the firing of artillery batteries'. Probably from flushing infantry and destroying armored enemies'.
But, how it isn't not continuing. I always watched every morning as the shells fly in the air, blazing. A car is on my way, I never moved. Maybe it is the Brits. They try to kill me, I can fend them off. I go to the nearby town to buy a newspaper and I found out the Latin passage I've posted on destroyed tanks of The Germans. Small written, yet scary for them.
The car goes for a swivel then stopped. I didn't noticed that it is a Armored one. Three soldiers disembarked the vehicle, the turrets aimed at me. Guns up, "Identify yourself, sirè," one of them commanded.
"Raise the hands, lad," mocked the other.
"Or, we'll shoot you. Where you've got that tank?" He aimed it my Mark V.
"Germans, chaps," I started. "Fucking Germans trespassing my field."
"Sirè," the soldier saluted to me. The others joined and he motioned the car to drop the guns.
"Ask your mates if there is a Mark V Male Tank named Lone Wolf," I asked.
I stood up, and the armored car exploded to pieces.
Shit.
Feldkanones.
Spring of 1917, Arabia Desert
I clutched the gun he gave to me in my chest, the heat is killing all of us. But, thank god we are covered, hidden in sight. The golden sands hid the A7V Heavy Tanks and many Feldkanone nests. The bombs are ready, we must never fail this. Or he'll hunt me forever.
The Barbatos
A armored train, armed to the teeth. From powerful anti-tank cannons, anti-aircraft machine guns. It is impossible we destroy this train. From the main 75mm cannon, 50mm anti-aircraft cannons, numerous Lewis and Hotchkiss Machine Guns. This would be a bloodshed. The train's armor is thick from 50mm to 75mm. It take a few coordinated hits to destroy the turret's armour.
The whistle will indicate the destruction of the tracks. Armored trucks and cars are hidden, we are ready for his destruction.
The whistle roared, the cannons shoot simultaneously. Explosions everywhere, fire.
"Attack!" I yelled, raising my hand cannon and wearing the mask. I followed my men for this do-or-die situation.
This is our legacy.
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Hi, boys! *insert screaming* lol.
It's Alaya-Vijnana and this is my very first story. This story is inspired by my gameplay of BF1 and League Of Legends. Both games is my favorites.
Enjoy the reading, lovelots. ;)
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