Game of alliance

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"Sir there has been an attack on the glider base! Their asking for help, do we send reinforcements?" "No they are not our allies!" I budded in before Ronnie could reply. "But they are suppose to be." Harry added. He had a point. They asked this morning. We didn't reply. I looked at Ronnie for the final answer. "Do you really want to risk our people. Honestly this attack makes one less problem!" I said. "We have the men to spare!" Harry mumbled. "It's not our fight" I hissed. Now it felt like a debate between me and Harry. We began to argue. "Enough." My Ronnie hissed. His voice echoed throughout the room. Harry's and mine attention went to Ronnie. "We shall help them. A side mission" he announced. "Yes sir!" The mission leader replied then Walked out the room with Harry who was the army captain to prepare. I put my head in my hands. This was gonna be a disaster.

1:50am

We arrived at the base. "Do as your told sera....please and stay out is trouble ." Harry said. I nodded. We went over the plan before we left. A small group of troops go in. You see if there is heavy fire if so we send everyone else. I'm leader of the third group. We will call us group A, B and, C. Group B and C are waiting in the forest. We're waiting for the signal to enter. After about 10min of waiting we hear heavy gun fire and screaming. My brother makes the "now" signal with his hands then I do the same. We charge in. Then something unsuspecting happened. Gun fire out in the forest. There were shadow troops in the forest hiding. "They new we would come" I hissed to Harry. He didn't reply. I took cover behind a tree momentarily. Our troops were falling left and right! They surrounded us. I took a few shots but it was hard. I ran inside to escape the outside only to find war was equally as bad inside as outside. "Find the glider troops and take them to the transportation car!" Harry announced. I mentally made that my mission. Find injured gliders. "And the dead?" I asked "we leave them" he replied with a frown. I nodded then ran around the halls looking. I found the first person half way bled out to death. It was a male. He looked about 18. He had three gun wounds one in the shoulder, one in the chest and one that slimed his neck. I assume they aimed for the head but missed. "Can you hear me?" I called to the partly conscious boy.