(Sobok: Music of the chapter)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BtLanjO69Jo

Honestly I have no clue…

(Etez: The link is dangerous for you…..I WARNED YOU)

Written by Sobok

Edited by Etez

-Deep in a forest somewhere in Northern Europe-

A bird cry reverberates through the trees. The forest has an unnatural air to it as though every living creature was holding its breath in anticipation.

*Vrrrrrrrrmmmmm*

A quiet rumbling sound gradually grew louder and the leaves on the trees rustled loudly as a breeze picked up.

High up in a tall oak tree with gnarled branches and thick foliage a man sat. In his hand was a rusted pair of binoculars and on the branch next to him was a radio.

The man twitched and rose from his nap. His trained ears picked up the rumbling sound. For a second he stopped, slowly he lifted his binoculars to his face and peered into the sky.

*Vrrmmmmm..*

His gaze raked over the grey sky looking for any irregularities. For almost 5 minutes the man sat waiting, and the forest held its breath.

Out of the grey a single black spot emerged, and then another, and then another…

*VRRMMMMMMM*

The sound was so loud now that it could be heard for miles around.

The man's eyes rested on the black spot that had came from the cover of the clouds and he panicked. He frantically flapped his hands about grabbing for the old radio that sat on the branch next to him.

*Chnk*

“This is Nomad, Alpha 1 do you copy over”

“This is Alpha 1 what is it Nomad,”

“The hawks have come to nest”

The other man’s tone of voice quickly changed and was now strong and had an authority to it.

“Squad 3 this is Alpha 1 the forest is no longer secure, you know the protocol…”

As the 2nd voice started to speak Nomad quickly scampered down from his tree lookout and ran into the darkness of the forest. The radio however continued to speak.

“Protocol active in 5...4..”

The forest was still quiet except for the rumbling sound which continued to echo off of the trees and the leaves.

“3..2..1.. Operation Hornets Nest in effect.”

Suddenly a sound rang out through the forest. It was not a far off echoing sound, but a sound that filled the forest with noise for everything to hear.

(Sobok: sound is like this--> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rIos0ya-yss)

All around the forest sprang into action.

“GO GO GO.”

The sound of running boots and crunching leaves could be heard.

Men started to run through the undergrowth.

“Shit its the Imperials.”

“What are we gonna do.”

One man pushed through the throng of camo wearing soldiers. He also wore a military uniform but his was a light grey color and instead of a helmet he wore a cap.

“Man the guns!”

Immediately several groups of men scrambled towards a few machines hidden in the undergrowth.

“Get in the trenches! Get to cover GO GO!”

He shoved some of the younger looking soldiers whose knees were shaking into a shallow trench.

“Man the fortifications get men to all of the defensive positions!”

The officer shouted commands at the panicking soldiers as they ran around like headless chickens.

*BOOM* *BOOM* *BOOM*

The sound of gunfire rang through the forest and a few seconds later explosions could be heard.

The officer who had jumped into the trench was greeted by a young soldier who saluted him with a slightly trembling hand.

“G-general Satyr! All men are in position and ready to fight!”

Satyr’s face softened as he heard the younger soldiers voice.

“What's your name boy.”

“Staff Sergeant Milton Reporting for duty sir!”

“This your first battle Milton?”

Milton flinched as another volley of anti air projectiles exploded mid-air.

“Yes sir I was transferred to the front from the defense unit in the capital only 2 weeks ago.”

The General chuckled and took a swig from a canteen that was hanging from his black leather belt.

“Well Milton try and relax, only god can decide whether we live or die here.”

“I’m Atheist sir!” Milton's voice was almost drowned out by a large explosion.

*TAKAKAKA TAKAKAK…….*

The sound of gunfire in the forest stopped, and the men bunched in the trenches held their breath.

A loud whistling sound broke through the silence.

*BOOOOOMM* a loud explosion rocked the ground and dirt was thrown up from the ground.

“THEY’RE HERE~!!”

One soldier's frantic exclamation could be heard clearly before thousands of projectiles flew from the darkness of the forest.

Bullets flew over head smashing into trees and thumping into the ground.

The trench instantly became a hell of explosions, screams and whizzing bullets.

*TAKAKAKKA TAKAKKA*

A machine gun sprayed bullets into the forest.

“ARGGH”

“WE NEED A MEDIC OVER HERE.”

All of Satyrs soldiers began spraying bullets into the forest as well.

The General snuck his way across the earthen wall of the trench and grabbed the shoulder of one of the men who was firing a rifle.

(Sobok: https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/9/93/German_trenches_on_the_aisne.jpg)

“Johnson!”

*BOOM!!*

Dirt flew from the ground and the two men crouched down slightly

“Johnson!” The General repeated screaming over the noise.

Johnson turned his head toward the general and yelled something back.

*Thwack*

But before he could decipher its meaning a bullet embedded itself in the man's head. Making blood fly into Satyr’s face.

“SHIT”

He turned away from Johnson's dead body to find the staff sergeant from earlier a few feet away giving orders to a group of soldiers who were huddled with their backs to the trench wall.

“Milton!”

*BOOM!!*

The young Sergeant looked over towards Satyrs voice and scrambled towards him.

“Yes Sir!”

“The hell’s happening out there!? According to our scouts the enemy Infantry and armor was supposed to be at least an hour away!”

*TAKAKAKA*

“I don’t know, but what I do know is that they’ve pushed up much too far. I can even see some of them.”

Satyr peaked his head over the trench. In the woods he could faintly see soldiers wearing white uniforms ducking out from behind trees and letting off bursts of fire before ducking back into cover once more.

*SSSSSSEEEeeee……..BOOOMMM*

Milton and his squad stumbled as another explosion rocked the ground.

From far off in the distance someone yelled,“ENEMY ARMOR INCOMING!”

*CHINK WABOOOMMMMM!!*

An artillery shell slammed into the ground right in front of the trench destroying a machine gun turret and scorching the ground.

Milton shouted to the General who was still leaning on the wall,“SIR ENEMY SOLDIERS INCOMING! THERE ARE TOO MANY OF THEM FOR US TO HOLD!”

Faint shouting could be heard in the distance as the enemy soldiers closed in on their position.

Satyr’s face turned grim and he yelled “FIX BAYONETS!”

Each soldier unfastened a large knife from their belts and attached them to the barrels of their rifles. One man even unsheathed a large broadsword and waved it around while yelling “DIE WITH HONOR DIE WITH COURAGE!” A thick Scottish accent was present in his voice.

Satyr grabbed a small Luger pistol from a pouch on his leg.

“WHEN I FIRE RUSH THEM!” he yelled to Milton over the sound of gunfire and explosions.

All of the men crouched quietly in the trench facing the front wall

Soon they could hear the sound of boots slapping against mud. As soon as the first white helmet came into Satyrs view he fired his luger.

*TWUMP*

The man was instantly killed.

“LET’S KILL THE BLOODY BASTARDS!”, yelled the scottish soldier.

Milton's squad and some of the other soldiers under Satyrs command rushed out of the trenches to meet the invading forces.

“AHHHHHH” A burly soldier holding a machete ran towards Satyr.

Satyr took a deep breath and closed his eyes. The noises of war faded into the background until he was in a state of complete harmony with his surroundings. The world around him slowed to a snail's pace and Satyr could feel everything, the birds in the sky the bullets flying around him, even an ant that was crawling up his boot. In his state of zen he could feel what actions he should take next.

The machete which descended upon him like molasses dripping from a jar was avoided in a single fluid motion. Avoiding his attacker all together His arm smashed straight into the other man's solar plexus. As the man bent over in pain Satyr used his momentum to shove the man's face straight into the ground. He heard the crack of the soldiers nose breaking and the howl of pain that followed. Without wasting a second he whipped his other arm which still held the Luger pistol towards the back of his enemies neck and fired.

Looking up from the bloody mess in front of him Satyr saw Milton shove a bayonet which made a sickening squelching sound into the body of an injured enemy soldier.The other soldiers in his group were also finishing off fallen enemies.

Satyr gazed off into the distance expecting another wave of enemy soldiers but none came. However, he could still hear the faint sound of gunfire in the distance.

“If you don't want to get your asses shot get back into the trench!” He shouted at the other soldiers.The men quickly jumped back into the fortified hole and waited for orders.

After an hour had passed without any enemies coming to attack their trench or radio calls from their own headquarters Satyr finally got fed up and peeked his head above the trench wall while being lifted by 2 of his soldiers.To his dismay, what he saw instead of a devestated forest was a pair of headlights.

*HONK HONK*

*Splat*

Satyrs vision went dark. While at the same time, Satyrs soldiers could hear a loud, massive explosion directly upon them.

‘What the… what… did i just.. Was that a-… A TRUCK?!!’

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Sobok: Lel bet u didn't see that coming XD

Etez: Yeah didn’t see that coming…

HIIIIIIIII~, the only thing I want to mention is that I’m not doing this Fiction alone… it’s a 2 man project and we’ll sometimes change between main “author” and “editor” every few chapters, because we are too lazy to do a Fiction alone. The quality of the story will most likely not go down just because we are changing between us so don’t worry our “probably”(lol) dear future readers. -Etez

PS: I should also mention Etez is German so english isn’t his main language so don’t mind it if he makes a mistake, But then I’d be calling myself a crap editor wouldn’t I. -Sobek