Urban Soldier Novels & Stories

My men had a routine of waking early and running fifty miles in the woods, before they went about their various posts. Ever since I heard of the coup, Roman, Sydney, Cain and I had taken it upon ourselves to prepare the men for war but it'd been a long while since I'd been here. Too long. I got out of my car, carrying my gym bag, and walked towards a number of soldiers carrying a very large fallen tree stump on each of their shoulders. They were still young lycums, possibly in their late teens, early twenties and they seemed to be struggling with their task.

“Roofrat, what’s the emergency? Over.” Carson doesn’t hesitate to relay the bad news. A horde was coming. ____________________________________________________________________________ Two soldiers, Linum and Bart, went outside according to their superior’s commands. Linum carried a high-powered shotgun that would help him against nearby enemies, such as a horde of husks. Bart was equipped with a military-grade assault rifle which would help in the long and medium range. While they had their main weapons, the two of them carried standard gear but since the rebellion considered them to be a suicide squad, they were given low-quality items that could break or stop working at any time.

“Who hit it?” A pause. Then: “We don’t know. No insignia. But they moved like military.” Of course they did. Umbraion didn’t build armies. He recruited believers. And believers fight like they’ve already accepted death. The streets were chaos when I got there. Sirens wailed. Civilians screamed. One of my men was dragging a body out of a collapsed building. I ducked under police tape and stepped into the smoke. My boots crunched on broken glass. Charred beams hung from the skeleton of what used to be our strongest arms depot.

The other Umbral Peak Sect elders swept forward with contemptuous expressions, attacking the remaining military soldiers. Within moments, even though the military soldiers were battle-hardened veterans, they began to falter. One soldier was struck so hard he was sent flying, and both his arms snapped on impact. An elder from Umbral Peak Sect strode toward him with a vicious grin and said, "So what if you're military? You dared to stir up trouble at Umbral Peak Sect, and now you're done. Die!"

Louisa's POV "It's really good to have you here, Miss. We don't have any doctors in this camp." A soldier said when I was applying a tourniquet on his leg. "So what happens when you get injured?" I asked. The soldier looked very awkward and said, "Well, for minor injuries, we usually get self-medicated. If it's major, we'll be disqualified and sent away." "Sent away?" I frowned. The soldier immediately looked panicked and said, "Sorry, Miss. I shouldn't have mentioned this. I intend to talk a lot when I get nervous."

His body shook as a dark stain spread across his trousers. The soldier’s patience snapped. With a swift motion, he raised his shotgun, the barrel cold against the man’s forehead. “Please, no! I swear I don’t—” A deafening blast echoed through the alley. Blood splattered across the wall as the man crumpled to the ground, lifeless. “Coward,” the soldier muttered, reloading his weapon. The soldiers kicked down doors, dragging frightened residents into the streets. Screams echoed through the air as homes were ransacked, families torn apart. The streets became a war zone.

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!

But enough. The rumor becomes real when the first soldier steps into the road outside, boots muddy, coat torn, looking half-starved and fully exhausted. Two more follow him. Then four. Then a small cluster of men who have the weary, tight-eyed look of people who have walked too long without knowing if they were walking toward safety or another fight. The village’s normalcy shivers. Thomas the soldier in me wakes up instantly, reflexes sharpening, attention widening. I stand and move toward the door automatically, body ready to assess threat, prepare defense, speak the language of rank and necessity.

“The God of War!” They saluted him in a uniform fashion. Up to one hundred soldiers gave him their salute at the same time, and it attracted everyone’s attention. There was only one person who was respected by these soldiers, and that was Thomas! All these soldiers were part of the army that Thomas had led on the west coast. Later, when Thomas went to hold a post in the Southland District, these soldiers were transferred to Central City by their superior. They did not meet for a year. When these soldiers knew that Thomas was coming to Central City, they did not bother anything else, and they rushed over to welcome him.

They were observing the off-road vehicle closely. The car door opened and a young man in military uniform got off from the off-road vehicle. There was a rusty sword hanging around his waist. It was the Lieutenant Colonel of the Sword Camp, Ethan Hunt. When the soldiers saw him, they all showed fanatical admiration. He was the top among the Four Gods of War of the South Light military region! A person who was on a par with the first-in-command of South Light Province! Those family members gasped when they saw this scene.