Armored Squadron 소설 & 이야기

It was a madhouse. Servants were rushing to board up windows, and Blood Moon generals were shouting frantic orders over the blaring alarms. Down in the main courtyard, a massive convoy of expensive, heavily armored black SUVs was already waiting, their massive engines idling with a low, predatory purr. Vanguard warriors surrounded the perimeter, automatic rifles held tightly against their chest plates, their eyes scanning the treeline for snipers. The lead guard opened the heavy, bulletproof rear door of the central vehicle for me.

Altogether, the Guardians were shredding the New Emperor's Army's defenses. Chieftain Orhan was happy for the Guardians' assistance. With their help, the Dunesmen, clad in lightweight armor and special thick fabric that resisted being cut, were able to be the first to break through the enemy lines. The men of the sand waved their curved swords with vigor.

Their sizes varied from 7 to 10 meters. Living Armors became Living Armor Soldiers after the miasma, and then after being named they became Living Armor Knights, all of them also gained some special magic weapon that they were able to generate, they became swifter at using all kinds of weapon techniques and gained greater cooperation with one another, the leader of the living armors became a Living Armor General, growing as tall as 4 meters, with an intimidating black armor design. All of them were qualified as S-Rank, while the General was SS-Rank.

The forest loomed ahead, its dark silhouettes blurred by the blizzard. At my sides, the pack moved in perfect formation. GrayCrest wolves formed the vanguard, their steps steady and deliberate. To our left and right, allied forces spread out, forming a crescent that stretched into the treeline. Despite the storm, every movement was precise, every warrior holding their position with discipline.

Green lensed monofocals were attached on their left eyes, displaying yellow corsairs at the advancing Dusk Riders. Beside them, the Divisions of the Black Squadron SAS, 666th Infantry Battalion and the Dan-wi Gwishin Dangyeom stood in front of their tanks, entrenched behind their stacked sandbags with Beam Rifles and Type-H Blast Rifles at the ready. A handful were equipped with MX-18 battle rifles and some Hurricane-Type C-3 Rifles. They were grouped based on the weapons they are armed with, strategically emplaced by the Solar ADF commanding officer, Major Frank Tarantino. He stood behind his ground troops, flanked by a pair of Black Squadron SAS troopers.

“Absolutely. The pleasure is all mine. I do want to send you some warriors for more training but we can discuss that after all of this Hades crap is over with. We will stand with you all. You just let us know what you need and we will be there.” Jake shook his hand and said “Thank you, Alpha. That means a lot. We will be in touch.” They continued making their way to the front of the packhouse. There were 2 armored vehicles and 6 regular large SUVs. Jake, Sonya, Greg, Jim and 6 warriors got into the first armored vehicle. Reginald, Harriett, and 8 warriors got into the other. Then the rest of the warriors piled into the other SUVs. The group left in a hurry out the north boundaries.

"Silver ready?" "Yes Alpha!" The two rows of men yelled in unison as they made adjustments to their rifles. The back of this armored truck was large enough to fit more of us, but I wanted only a select few to accompany me on this mission. "Do we really need to wear these Alpha?" Adonis, one of my younger warriors analyzed the thick black helmet sitting on his lap. "This is a recon mission, I want no one's face caught on any camera, plus, these are bullet proof, you won't survive a silver bullet to the head will you?" I questioned.

“I have no other choice, Mayari. What important is that we must win this battle. Do whatever it takes just to win. Because if we wouldn’t, both the artillery and the kingdom will crumble back to dust.” I am to fight against him. Against my kind’s enemy… that is unexpectedly my mate. The scabbard at my side clicked, the moment darkness covered the sky completely and the entire artillery affixed in motion. Pinansey-angan’s squadron led ahead of our army that carries the cannons and spare weapons. Each soldier wears a mask of total bronze and is armed with a sword, five of ten sets of balaraw daggers hidden behind their back, a bow with a total of sixty-five arrows, and a spear on their hands.

I said, wondering why I was telling him this. I hadn’t even told Ridge yet about a lot of things. Maybe I just figured he knew since really, he was there too. “My pack was pretty brutal. If I had to rank packs throughout history, it would be Blood Claw, Long Tooth and then Growling Thunder. That’s where I grew up. The Shadow Warriors stepped in and disbanded us about four years ago, the Alpha was getting to be too much like Gunner. People weren’t following him though, they were fleeing in large numbers in the last year and begging the council for help,” he said, looking sad.

that he shuddered fully. "That's right. Only the armored battalion wears armor of this design. They fight valiantly, too," the officer replied. "Are you sure you didn't mistake them for someone else?" The general couldn't believe it. Would the Diatoranian God of War really lead troops in battle by himself? "The soldiers in the armored battalion wear silver armor and are all extremely strong. They're also holding flags that have the two words 'Armored Battalion' on them. They're undoubtedly Caspian Lynch's most trusted troops!"