Soldier Novels & Stories

they said in unison as they raised their glasses together. "Hurry up! You arrogant humans, you should be happy to be our frontline troops to protect our homeland. Why do you have such gloomy and sad faces? Hurry up, run again!" said a soldier who was assigned to train there by that cruel man. "Sir, I'm just a farmer, I'm fifty years old, how can I have the strength to run again at my age?" asked the man who looked thin and whose face and clothes were disheveled. Smack!

Back when Andrew was still in the Army, He was nicknamed the Devil's Son. Everyone reverenced how eager and Fearless he acted. He had volunteered to Join the infantry and join his colleagues in fighting the war despite the fact that he was just few weeks into his recruitment. He was barely a Soldier then. During the war, He was part of a four Man gang who infiltrated the Enemies camp, and the only one to return alive. Andrew was a Soldier through and through. Multiple promotions in few years, each one of those duly earned. Little wonder General ISSA would do anything to prevent him quitting.

"But while you’re at it, think about the people you’re supposed to protect. Do you think it’s fair for them to rely on soldiers who are too soft to fight for them? Spending your nights at clubs, treating the barracks like a cheap motel—where’s your dignity as soldiers? You’re putting a stain on the honor of your uniforms!" Hunter’s eyes locked onto a soldier struggling to keep up. He stepped closer, planting his boot on the man’s back when he collapsed onto the muddy ground. "Is this seriously the best you can do?" he sneered. "If this is all you’ve got, maybe a rogue rebel with nothing but a stol

He asked making her shake her head. She noticed he was only wearing a thin t shirt. His muscles were bulging out when he went inside his camp. His camp did not have a zip like others. It was open. How could he sleep in such cold. He walked out wearing another jacket and another water bottle in hand. "Go behind that rock," he said and put the water bottle in her head. "Why?" She asked. He looked at her incredulously. "You need to pee," he said straight forwardly. He had noticed her clamping of legs again and again.

Jin Tian was nowhere to be found, as usual. A soldier slept, leaned on his spear. Slowly he lifted his head. "I…I wasn't sleeping." he said. "No you weren't, you were resting your eyes," Albin replied. "Yes, I was doing that. Everything is quiet." "True." Something moved in the tall grass. The soldier, insecure, slowly moved forward. He lifted his spear, searched through the grass. A sign of relief appeared on his face. It was nothing. He turned. The sound of crossbow bolts being fired echoed long.

“Ugh! The narrow-eyed soldier closed his eyes as he looked at the blades coming at him. The moment in which death lived But then he heard a crash near his ear. collision! The voice that rang out at the same time, “Back off! The narrow-eyed soldier opened his eyes and looked ahead. The owner of the voice was spears with a childish face. It's Yao Tai. “Hoo.” The soldier leaned back, as if running, glad he had escaped. After space was created between Yao Tie to wave his spear, he put on a suspicious smile in a way. “It has been a long time.

All the soldiers have both gun and sword as they never can tell which of the two is the one needed in their next mission. Their dressing looks really like that of military, it reminds me of one of my friends in Orleans whose father is a soldier. His father comes to our school once in a section and that once is only when his father get his holiday. My friend's name is Mike, and he said this father always received a forty day holiday every year. Not only his father but all the soldiers and those Soldiers are divided into different groups for each group receives his ow

The air inside the army camp felt heavy, the weight of unspoken fears and barely held hope pressing down on everyone. Soldiers moved briskly through the camp, their faces grim, while the distant murmur of parents beyond the barricade added to the tension. Sarah, Collins, and Favour were following a soldier through the maze of tents when another figure appeared, jogging toward them. The man wore a medic’s uniform, his face etched with both urgency and disbelief. “Sarah?” he called out, his voice breaking slightly.

They were nothing but expendables. “Is it really true?” one of the soldiers asked his counterpart. He had a look of dread on his face and his slightly shaking hands indicated that he was anything but calm at this point. “I don’t know. But it wouldn’t be strange if it was” his counterpart replied. Unlike his compatriot he was calm and composed. He was a man who had been enlisted in the army over a decade ago. He had seen many things, so unlike his comrade who was only recently recruited, he had greater control over his emotions.

What can this soldier do to stop the queen's order? "What is it, soldier? Are you trying to defile us?" The Queen asked, anger was evident in the tone of her voice. She was glaring at the soldier. "What is going on, Soldier?" The Prince asked him with his forehead knotted. Even the prince himself didn't know what the soldier was doing. "My Prince, Your Majesty." The Soldier bowed to them first before he faced the crowd. He was a distance away from the royal-blooded aliens. My forehead creased when the <