Novel & Cerita Urban Soldier

Roman POV I got an urgent mind link from my warriors to get to my brother Reign’s home, my pulse hammering in my chest as I raced there. I contacted by mind link my oldest brother, Hamza, and a few trusted warriors to meet me there. Calling on my wolf, I pushed through the terrain as fast as I could, grabbing only a t-shirt and joggers, which I tied around my neck to change into later. Every second mattered. Every second was a chance to prevent more suffering.

The soldiers were very recalcitrant yet the act of abiding orders was their duty. Even if they were recalcitrant, there was still nothing that they could do. Yet it was at this moment when Zayn said with a smile, “Chief Sutherland, I wasn’t joking around.” Chief Sutherland’s expression became frozen at once. “Instructor Larson, you… These soldiers are rather impressive and they are trained in joint attack skills specifically so it is not that easy to fight against them as a whole.”

Around twenty thousand human soldiers were marching behind the zombie army. These soldiers belonged to Marshal Ubel. Before this, Eimross City had fifty thousand soldiers, making it impossible for twenty thousand people to invade it. Nowadays, Marshal Ubel had the zombie army serving as the vanguard. To him, twenty thousand soldiers were more than enough to take down Eimross City. Marshal Ubel didn’t even have to send his own forces to lay siege to those cities when they were at war with other warlords previously. The undead army had done all the hard work.

These soldiers are like the super soldier or the power user, each and every one of them has the power to destroy the tank barehanded. They saw that one of them who had a white sword and a more slender body stood out from the rest, and every soldier in the black kevlar armor treated this soldier respectfully with their gestures and body language. This soldier's sword slices through tank armor like a hot knife through butter before this soldier aims for the one with the camera and pounces at him.

As the sun sets, while the sky begins to darkin here come the troops heading back to Headquarters, while the helicopter is beginning to land. As the troops starting to celebrate from their first mission. but one thing about, one of the Soldiers, well one of them which is Yusuke he can be a hand full Yusuke wasn't always so bright he would rush into battle without thinking. Yusuke was proud to serve his country. Commander walks into tent to debrief them for a rescue mission.

making a lazy wave to the butchered and rotting corpses around him, panting heavily. "Don't mention it. Call me Camo" he said before popping up and letting a burst loose at the enemy, the next wave initiating its assault hot on the heels of the last. Looking through his sights the colonial saw the disgusting shapes of the enemy troops, while they were alive, up close for the first time. These were not the soldiers he was used to fighting. He had fought men like himself for his entire career. But never this. These men resembled drowned and rotten swamp-monsters more than men. Squealing and screaming, the men in torn and faded uniforms kept charging the line.

Soldier Fred The gears were smaller, and yet our weapons were the same. They may be kids, but surely, the soldier doesn't see them as invalids. Beside's Fred knew, being a newly conscripted soldier, that they don't really have that much of a gap when it comes to military knowledge. He saw the first one who woke up. She folded her sleeping bag and slid it inside her gear. Noticing that he was looking at her, she approached him. She looked up the tree and called.

A profound, cosmic grief filled him. Northstar woke with a gasp, sitting bolt upright. Cold sweat soaked his shirt. “What a nightmare…” he muttered, his voice rough. He focused inward, sensing the lingering traces of the invasive thoughts. A cold, familiar detachment settled over him. “Guess we have unwanted visitors in the forest. And they’re bringing their fears with them.” In the Forest – The Dark Soldiers’ Team Elliot and Amy were not alone. A squad of six elite security personnel, including a still-sulking Arnold, moved with them through the thickening woods. Elliot had decided backup was prudent.

I heard a soldier call loudly. “I'm stepping out now.” I announced. “I'm an unarmed citizen of Silvercrest Pack.” I slowly, stepped out and into view with my hands held up high to show I wasn't a threat to them. “I'm a citizen. I was just returning from work and realized I had to get through no man's land before I reached home.” I explained. “I have an ID here in the left pocket of my..” “Stay still.” One of the soldiers ordered loudly and nodded at his comrade.

Ugly. Effective. The kind of defense built by people who didn’t have the luxury of pretty solutions. A young soldier sat on an overturned crate, staring at his shaking hands. Couldn’t have been more than sixteen. I crouched in front of him. “Name,” I said. “Tomas, ma’am.” “You ran?” He swallowed. “Yes, ma’am.” “Good. Running keeps you alive. Next time, run where I tell you.” A faint, shaky smile. Fear I could work with.