Chapter 14 Army Novels & Stories

Was marching toward the fortress with the enemy. End of Chapter Thirty

Micaela Elrod Rank- lieutenant Age 26 Ace Duhamel Rank- Sergeant Age 32 Reign Silverstone Rank- lieutenant Age 32 Wyatt Harris Rank- lieutenant Age 30 Logan Grayson Rank- lieutenant Age 29 Malcom Angus Rank- Major General Age 50 PROLOGUE Micaela Elrod can is presumed to be a normal girl by anyone who sees her. She is beautiful with a figure that has men turning their heads whenever she passes. What no one knows is that she is no ordinary girl. She is in the army and her skills are unmatched by anyone in the academy.

After hearing Yule’s reminder, Charlie nodded immediately and said, “Don’t worry, Uncle Golding. Since the decision for a transformation has already been made, everything will have to be legal and reasonable. I will definitely explain this point clearly to Porter Waldron!” As he spoke, Charlie then said again, “Moreover, based on my current understanding of Ten Thousand Armies, most of their soldiers are martial arts experts, and even without thermal weapons, their combat effectiveness is definitely not inferior. It would not be a problem for them to deal with ordinary armed men.”

“Why do you want to be in the army Miss West?” I swallowed hard before answering. “I was fourteen when I first really learned what the army did. I always had a notion before that but no real idea of the specifics. The day I learnt that people in the army killed other people I was horrified but it only lasted a minute. The infected that you kill Sir, they aren't people, they are animals, monsters. They are responsible for the deaths of millions, the suffering of millions. They are the reason we live the way we do. Trapped behind concrete walls, fearing the outside.”

Ally whispered to me. I looked back at the novices as they stood in uniform lines, their faces devoid of all emotion as they started to march. Soon I was swept into the motion and marched beside Ally in silence, our army storming up a slight hill to where a large field lay – the undeclared site of the inevitable battle. The soldier in front of me came to a sudden stop, causing me to crash into him while the rest of the army carried onward, his face paling dramatically as he turned and looked at me in terror. That’s when I saw it.

#HAREM_OF_LUST 🔞 #Chapter__10 🌯🌯🌯🌯🌯🌯🌯🌯🌯🌯🌯 🌯🌯🌯🌯🌯🌯🌯🌯🌯 🌯🌯🌯🌯🌯🌯🌯 🌯🌯🌯🌯🌯 🌯🌯🌯 🌯🌯 🌯 #SADIQ 🐎 🐎 🐎........ By dawn.. The army rode out to the small village out Nishkapur... I was of course ahead of them leading the charge... I wasn't happy about this... I wished there was a way we could settle this... Because War doesn't solve anything.. Those people won't have a chance against us.. And the worst part is they won't be left alone... Some of them will be killed, some would be captured and sold into slavery.. Some especially the women might be raped or taken away to become concubines...

Some of them were in the middle of the decaying process while some had already turned into bones. The Battle Warrior Department’s soldiers immediately dispersed throughout Prison 14 to search for Chuck. Adrian stood in the prison yard and silently observed his surroundings. Prison 14 was so quiet that it was terrifying. The cells in the surroundings were all tightly shut and there were blood stains on the walls and floor. It was a lawless battlefield here. Adrian felt disoriented all of a sudden as he saw the imperfections of the world. At this exact moment, the idea that he suppressed for a long time once again popped into his mind.

CHAPTER 134 Layla's POV Every alleyway was a choke point, every building a fortress, and every shadow a potential grave. We had been pushed back, street by agonizing street, until the city itself became our final, desperate battleground. Guns barked, arrows hissed, and the ragged, desperate roars of my loyal men tore through the cacophony, but it was never enough. The betwitched army, a horrifying tide of what were once our own, moved with a relentless, unnatural precision. Their eyes glowed with an eerie, soulless light, their movements devoid of hesitation or self-preservation.

Mama is mine. END OF CHAPTER 14

"Let's give these bastards a proper Earth welcome." (End of Chapter 142)