Great Battles of Reconstruction

Prolouge

___January 11, 1941___

It was a rainy day in the city of Revilla, rivulets streamed down the windows of his office as he thought about what happened. The letters on his desk were physical proof of his wife committing treason against their beloved country.

"Sir, your wife is here," The national guardsman said while he turned his attention to the man.

"Let her in," He said as the soldier nodded. He looked back at the window, the stormy weather imitating his mood.

"Sir," He turned back to see the soldier and his wife. He could see the confused look on his wife's face while he waved his hand to dismiss the guardsman.

"Why did you call me, love?" She asked, It took all his willpower not to shout at her.

"You know damn well why I called you..." He growled, he saw the shocked and confused expression on her face as he quickly changed his expression into a neutral one.

"No I don't know-" Jazmine tried to explain herself but he raised his hand to stop her. His eyes sharply gazed at her as sweat went down her face.

"How could you?" He asked, yet he knows that his tone betrayed him as she looked at him with sadness in her eyes.

"Cody its-" Jazmine tried to defend herself but he threw the letters on his desk.

"I don't understand..." His tone was extremely deadpanned. He watched her study his face with longing and sadness.

"Please love-" she tried once more to comfort him, trying to place her hand on his. Like how he does it for her every time she needs comfort.

"Jazmine just please leave... I need some time to think," he winced at her gesture and quickly withdrew his hands from hers.

"Fine then Cody... But please remember... I love you," she said as the storm outside got worst.

___August 12, 1950___

The cold breeze of the dark night greeted him while his trenchcoat blew against it. His suitcase was in hand while his gun was secretly tucked away in his utility belt.

He wove through the crowded streets, people holding pitchforks and torches while bearing the flag.

He entered a quiet street ready to breathe a sigh of relief before being blocked off.

"Well, well, well... Look what we have here?" An extremist said while his men drew out their riffles.

"Leave me alone, your fight is with the guardsmen not me," he said, the extremist gave a mocking laugh as he drew out his sword.

"You shouldn't be wandering the streets without a weapon," The extremist said as he drew closer to him. His men aiming their rifles at him.

"Place your hands in the air, in the name of the republic," the extremists turned to see National Guardsmen surrounding them

After the civil war, multiple Imperial governors started to claim that they were the heir to the throne. Mey and his 212th were assigned to deal with the Imperialists in the capital regions.

With that, the 212th was divided into many divisions to account for the vast chunk of territory that was under their jurisdiction

Holding onto the moment, both Mey and his patrol were ready to open fire, while the Imperials were ready to do the same.