Hakeem was firing towards the empirial soldiers while guiding a group of more than 1000 civillians cross the short corridor. Bullets were brazing by them and would sometimes hit the civillians. "Ignore your wounds! Leave those who fell! KEEP RUNNING." Hakeem yelled as he continued running. At one point, the rebels that made the escape corridor over extended and were spread too thin. This cause a handful of them to get captured.

"Don't expand the corridor anymore! Just stand your ground." Hakeem told the rebels as he ran by them. He turned to see a few people who he saw earlier weren't there. 'Shit! Where is the god damn air support?!' Casualties of both rebels and civillians were mounting up. The escape corridor was now filled with civillians who failed to dodge the bullets.

As they got near the base, a child's mother was shot in head and fell. Hakeem not thinking too much grabbed and lifted the child. The bullets suddenly came in more intensely, the civillians that are crossing were being shot one by one. Hakeem returned fire with his rifle even though he was carrying a child with one hand.

Once they reached the post, Hakeem made the child stand by himself. The child was crying when they ran, but Hakeem could not do much about the current situation. He looked into the child's eyes and told him "Aku mintak maaf." Solemly, he stood and looked around the situation at the post. Apparently, some of the males that made it through the corridor opted to stay and fight along with them.

'It's Warsaw all over again.' Hakeem thought as he admired the ones that stayed to fight. Hakeem had lost count of how many they managed to save. He had ran between the post and Medan over a hundred times by now, but strangely he wasn't tired. Hakeem didn't want to waste anymore time and ran back towards Medan.

Amirul was firing towards the attack line, he had managed to keep the morale high as he encouraged them. "A thousand more have left. Keep the corridor open!" The Indonesians were all fierce in protecting their loved one's life. They kept shooting towards the empirials with all their lives on the line. Each time one of them fell, another would take his place. Some women also stayed at with the post, they filled the empty magazines with bullets to help. While others would take in children who had lost their parents.

'2 hours and 30 minutes left.' He had been counting down since the moment of the call. "Hold your ground!" Amirul screamed when he noticed that the empirials were stepping up their effort. The Indonesians of many ethnicities all banded together in this moment. It was than just their lives at stake in this moment. Not a single one of them were being selfish.

At that moment, something at the corner of Amirul's eye caught his attention. 'Shit.' Amirul saw that more reinforcement of empirials were coming from the east. They brought tanks with them this time. 'We have to deal with that somehow!' When suddenly, a beautiful loud BOOM entered his ears. He saw the tanks in the distance explode to ashes. Amirul turned and saw the artirelly at the post. 'They've finally got it right!' Amirul wanted to celebrate but they were already desprate now.

Amirul once again raised his rifle and shot towards the empirials. It was currently raining fire and steel. The grounds near the post was soaked in blood. Even so, the Indonesians stood strong. Something was currently at stake, so joined together. This was their final stand, they will die with a rifle in their hands! Slaugthering empirials was their job now, they know nothing else. No more innocent lives will be taken.

Shot after shot went by. Amirul kept shooting towards them, but even so, humans can't dodge bullets. A bullet came in and hit Amirul in the shoulder. Amirul felt numbness only, he was high on adrenaline. He covered wound with some cloth from a dead body. He did his best to stop the bleeding and continued firing. It was not the time to whine now, he needs to do his part. Amirul continues the defense of the corridor.

Hakeem is in Medan again. Though most people would run even without anyone guiding them, there was still a few that would make it through without extra protection. The groups that had the elderly or children were the most prone to hellfire. They were just about to run towards the post when suddenly, from the city came in a rain of bullets.

The empirials had gathered up when they noticed the civillians were escaping through the corridor. They launched a suprise attack upon the rebels and caused great distraught. When the first shot came, the group dispersed and when through the corridor. But since everything was in chaos, one little girl that didn't even look to be 8 years old fell to the ground. It was as if she was not attended by any adults.

Hakeem swallowed his saliva and ran back towards Medan. He was shooting back at them while moving left and right to avoid getting hit. Eventually, when he was next to girl he kneeled down and tried to lift her. But as he grabbed the girl's hand to lift her, a bullet was shot towards them. The bullet was deliberately aimed at the fallen girl. She was shot dead and her face that was looking at Hakeem filled with hope lost it's emotions and fell down.

Blood poured out from the little girl's body. She laid motionlessly on the dirty ground. Hakeem looked at the body, he shifts his gaze towards the attacking division. 'Sons of bitches.' Hakeem lift his rifle and took aim even though bullets were going by him. Since he was standing still, some of the bullets actually connected and hit him. But Hakeem ignored them, it was just another scar added to the collection for him. Hakeem fired in rapid successions, even though he shooting at a fast rate, all of his bullets were hitting it's targets. All until he finally ran out of mana for his gun.

But still, Hakeem didn't panic. "Pedang." He whispers to the gun. The gun suddenly shines brightly, and morphs into another shape. It became thinner and longer. And finally became a sword. Hakeem starts to walk towards the empirial division, his face as blank as the book of fate.

An empirial soldier was desprately trying to crawl away, his platoon was entirely wiped out by a single man. A man with a mad smile stapled to his face. Each of his limb was shot repeatedly, he was loosing alot of blood but he still tried to crawl away. But behind him, a step echoed. The same man that wiped out his platoon was skipping towards him.

A hand grabbed him by the shoulder and he was forced to turn around. Above him stood a smiling lunatic, the lunatic squats to let his face be closer to the empirial. "Say? What country are you guys from?" The lunatic asked. "M- me?" The empirial soldier stuttered. "No... your entire platoon." The lunatic told him back. "We- we- we're drafted from Mongolia!" The empirial told him a lie. "Hm? You'd expect me to believe a group of european came from Mongolia? Are ya makin' a joke?" The lunatic laughed maniacally. "It's the tru-" The empirial was not able to finish his words as the lunatic shoved a pistol into his mouth. "My lie detection bullets says that you're lying." The lunatic fired his gun and saw the mans blood splatter to the ground below. "Ah! Such a wonderful art. I shall call it 'Call of Mongolia'" He declares.

"Now where can I get a boat?" The lunatic questioned the dead body but when he didn't get a response, he frowned. "Gee. That's just a flesh wound. Soak it up!" The lunatic stood and started walking towards Belawan Port.

In the future lunatic's identity will be known as Laban the Travelling Lunatic. He would got around and decimate entire empirial bases and conduct raids with a group of equally crazy people.