Aot Scouts Regiment Novels & Stories

exclaimed Goldfish as they picked up their rifles. Isuzu hid down a pit as her heart started to pound fast, hoping nothing dire happens to any of them. "By order of the New British Army 31st Foot Regiment under General Foster, identify yourselves!" shouted the unidentified figures. The scouts looked at each other, then Goldfish raised his arm, "Scouts, 42nd Foot Regiment under Captain Campbell!" he shouted. "Do you have the objective?!" echoed the man in the forest. "Show yourselves first!" answered Goldfish.

Fleur ordered them to investigate the Acker family's helicopter, and they immediately turned their attention to the Acker family's aviation company. On Esteban's order, more than a thousand Scouts from the Left Military Governor Office, who had been lurking in the United States for many days, began to move. A small number of them began to look for clues about Zekeiah and Mr. Zorro while most of them infiltrated all over New York to find clues about the Rothschild family's stolen antiques. On the other hand, the Scouts closest to the aviation company went there as soon as possible to investigate. The Scouts were a team of reconnaissance soldiers directly under the Five Military Governor Offic

Everything were being done fast for them, be it treating their grave injuries blanketing them with thick blankets, and even feeding them a warm sumptuous soups that were just finished cooking. “Young man…Let me introduce myself, I am Sergeant Dolo, Squad Leader of Scout Team 11, of the Eternal Night Division, of Aeternum Royal Army.…Can you tell me who is the Village chief or the Tribe Chief here?…I apologize, if you were still in shocked by these must be done fast…could you please tell me?..”.(Sergeant Dolo)

A unit of fifty warriors had been sent out last week to scout how close Aodh’s army was, they were ambushed and less than half of the unit returned, almost all of them had suffered injuries beyond what their spirit animals could heal. I hold my breath as I pass by, the stench of death heavy in the air. Aodh wasn’t just killing us and picking us off, he was crippling us. Reaching the main marquee tent, I pull the flap back and see Rogue huddled over the map with Alpha Jasper of Bhakhil and King Rostam of Asiarian. This was the ranked officer's tent where we held meetings and a few of us slept. One warrior we had sent out to scout our enemy had come back able-bodied with hardly a scratch on hi