Colonel Rick Flag Novels & Stories

As his plan in twenty minutes the fifteen soldiers from country A lost their badges and their country flag. When the red button push , their minister sit with his red face holding his anger while looking at Daxia country representative that smiles happily. Most of them believe Gu Mu Han will believe the information send to him unfortunately the young man had a good instinct and become more alert that he wipes out the fifteen new opponents from country F added to the amount of their badges and flags. Leaving the three countries far behind them .

Eira entered the trailer, retrieved the flag and flashlight, then handed them to Adrian. Adrian holstered his gun, raised the flag with his left arm, and illuminated it with the flashlight. He did this while facing Kerning to tell them who he was. "Look, sir!" a soldier shouted. Everyone looked up and saw a cargo truck approaching the village. Its headlights illuminated the area, and a tall man on the roof was holding a flag illuminated by a flashlight. "That's Wyvern Peak's flag!" "It's one of our comrades!" "They found us!" Everyone celebrated when they saw the flag.

The rotting stench of a battlefield Over the distance I see a familiar site; it was a flag that high atop a mess of spikes and wooden palisades. The flag bore the symbol of Remas; Caesar’s gold colored Crystal leaf amid a red background. “Cohort Salute!” Trosdig orders as we hear the Captain’s horn from the distance. We all place a fist on our left breast and march inside the fort as we do so. “This is Rendra?” I asked Lurti “No, this is where we sleep”

Livie’s POV The rest of the morning, Molly, Selene, and I talked. Mostly them, but still. I learned that Rick also lost his mom through a rogue attack. He and Molly were just weeks old when that happened, so they have absolutely no memory of her. If it weren't for pictures his dad kept, they would have never learned what she looked like, but from what Molly tells me, she was beautiful.

The air was heavy with grief and sadness, but there was also a sense of pride and honor. The colonel's flag draped casket sat at the front of the church. The casket was unfortunately empty, as his corpse was yet to be found from the bottomless sea where the vehicle he was in had dived into after the tragic collision.

Their aura was enough to alarm everyone as well. Dawn was quick-witted and said, “Don’t waste any more time. Maya, let’s attack!” The two women rushed over. Suddenly, Clay somehow took out a flag from thin air. The flagpole started growing till it was three meters tall, and the flag had a bull’s head for a motive. Boom- Sticking the pole into the ground, a mysterious light flashed under the dirt, releasing a large, immense force. “Be careful of that flag!” Dawn said to Maya. “This looks like the symbol for the Bull tribe. We can’t afford to ignore it. Let’s not try to turn this against ourselves. Stay alert, and if something goes wrong, take Madam Brittany and the others to hide!”

“Listen here, flyboy! All of you are always trying to hog all the damn glory. Well screw that! If I wanna die fighting, then I’m for damned sure gonna do that! Write me up for insubordination or contempt if you want, but I’m not going any damn where!” The other RR officers mumbled in agreement. “Dammit, you sons of bitches!” yelled the captain. “Since everyone’s so damn keen on dying, then I’m not gonna stop you! Everyone - protect your pillboxes with your lives! Watch each other’s backs, don’t stray from formation. If your pillbox is compromised, fall back to the next nearest pillbox and regroup. Understood?!” “Hooah!” ~ The colonel led her column of 800 Hussars with grim determination. Aft

Nick chuckles and shakes his head. “You two want some gossip to laugh about?” Nick asks and both Britt and I hush. “So, Dennis is the nephew of the guy who wrote the book on the Sons of Hellfire. That is where the flag came from.” “Wait what?” Britt looks confused so I catch her up quickly. “Darrick found a drawing of the gang flag in game art.” “Is Darrick okay?” Britt sits up concerned. “I know that upset him.” “He is shaken, but he was okay last night,” I say nodding.

Therefore, the number of troops required was for a far ranging strategy on the general's part. Rick and Old Wilson were also on board the vessel, to give whatever support that they could. Old Wilson was not able to actually fight, but Rick was a high level martial artist practitioner. His skills would come in handy when and if the fighting got heavy. Even though he had just recovered from a major surgery, his body was back to fighting strength.