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A frigate of the Flash Navy sails somewhere far from the big island to their starboard.

"Fire mission target Terra-5, locked on..." reported a weapons officer of the ship "Missile has been armed... Sir, are you sure that it'll hit considering GPS coverage is still bad here?"

"... There's only one way to find out" asserted his superior "Command approved"

"Copy... 2-1, engage!"

"2-1 engaging"

In a moment, the burst of flame was shot out of an open cell holding the missile that is now propelling off the skies. Dusting off and smoking the deck, the missile arched towards the right of the ship's heading.

"Missile away, I repeat, missile is away"

...

"...Eljeð is an interesting case where despite being located so far North resulting in its characteristically cold environment, it is still filled to the brim with foliages. With its location to the East of Beri as the 2nd biggest main island, trees are an especially common sight in this island, complete with leaves covered in snow"

...

BOOM

...Was the sound that finally reached their ears after the sight of the eruption as soldiers of Berian origins fighting under the flag of Flashia stood on top of their vehicle, sticking their guns out of the hatch while the armored vehicles moved in a column of 4, through a narrow road surrounded by trees on both sides.

"You know what that could be?"

"...A fortress that is now nothing more than rubbles?"

"Rubbles? An entire fort? Is it really that powerful?"

"How else do we hear the explosion from here? I mean, the fact that the sound took that long to come, yet still that loud should be a testament to that!"

Other than the sound of the track creaking and the subtle rumble of the boxy vehicles that were pulled from storage and pushed back into active service, the scenery was calm, maybe with the exception of some smoke... but their guts aren't feeling it.

Behind those bushes and trees could be any of the DLA troops hiding, waiting to jump them. And so, they remained as vigilant as slow and steady they went. Rifles, machine guns, 20mm autocannon, all prepared for a fight or two.

They were confident, but considering the actual armor thickness of the boxes they're on, they quietly hoped that it won't be a kinetic light that starts the attack.

For now though, the scene continued to fall silent as the boxes continued to roar and rumble. And in the middle of it, chatters carried by some sort of signals would also fill in.

"This is Command speaking, all callsigns report your status, over"

"Vänpan, convoy's on the move, yet to encounter further resistance"

"Utmärmate reporting, standing by at the South-Eastern coast"

"Spel here, troops are currently in combat, in the town leading up from the South-Eastern coast at the center, over"

"Þyngaur, engaging hostile contacts in the forest around where we landed right now"

And so on...

"Avräkningar framåt, stopp, stopp, stopp, stopp"

The vehicles would noticeably slow down to a halt, leaving the Berians wondering as to why they are holding here.

"There's a town nearby in front of us, all infantry dismount now"

With an answer soon given, the Berians popped back down into the transporters and the rear hatches opened immediately after. Two-by-two for each box, the foot infantry gradually stepped out onto the soil.

"You better make it quick, lads, cause I'm pretty sure they won't be waiting for anyone"

All of the Berian soldiers would be out after a short period.

"Double time! Come on boys! War never waits for anyone!"

Once all the troopers were out, they didn't waste much time reorganizing themselves as separate squads (though still somewhat tied together as a platoon) and begins their maneuver, using the foilage around to cover their approach.

"Foghorn-3 och Foghorn-4, täcka nordvästra flanken. Foghorn-1 och Foghorn-2 kommer att täcka södra" (Foghorn-3 and Foghorn-4, cover the North-Western flank. Foghorn-1 and Foghorn-2 will cover the South)

The vehicle platoon would also be split into two groups, two vehicles each as they moved up with the infantrymen.

"Foghorn to Glacier, I recommend we hold around the outer perimeter of the town..."

...

"...Say again? Hostile archers where?" an operator of the vehicle remote weapon station enquired while an arrow clanged the armor of his vehicle.

"On that small hill, East of the town!"

Situated at the center of a settlment in the South-Eastern side of the island, the operator moved his joystick so that the weapon is pointing at the direction given on the radio. On the monitor, he'd turn on the thermal sight.

"Could barely see a thing but definitely there..." he subtly remarked on the rather low signature of the lizardmen engaging them as they let loose another indirect salvo of arrows.

And then, the sight shown on the monitor would shake as they sweep the line. He had just pull the trigger on them, firing the .50 CAL from the safety of the cabin. The bullets would easily rip through and utterly dismantles the unified line, replacing it with a more messy ones consisting of lifeless bodies and panic of the still surviving.

Few would survive the encounter as they had reacted to the shots and gotten more time to get away as quickly as possible. They might get back onto them later, but given the effect, it's unlikely they would even dare once more.

Arrows clanged the steel of the vehicle again, and this time, this is the last batch that hit them.

"God... I didn't know arrows fly that far" commented the driver.

The gunner would reach for his radio.

"The archers are gone now, is anyone alright?"

He then waited for a response.

"Affirmative, none of us took a casualty here"

White and black infantrymen would emerge from the houses they took cover after the town had been cleared out. They cautiously watched for the skies, slowly walking out of the domiciles.

"Was that all they got?"

"I dunno, have to check with the recons..."

Nobody knows if it's a manpower problem resulting from Svarher or not, but counterattacks had been weaker than expected. It's as if the sole purpose of their pushback was only to harass the invading forces.

"Alpine to Spel-Actual, requesting SITREP from any nearby scout in the area, we need to know more about what's up at the East of our location"

"...This is Spel-Actual, there are no signs of enemy activities besides bow and arrow making a run for it"

"That's really it?"

The platoon came expecting for an easy fight, which they got. But they had not expected that it would be this easy.

"Huh... Interesting"

And now, the platoon could definitely say that they had fully secured the town with their Miloš vehicles, which only received the designation of Beskyttet Mobilitetskøretøj 16 in mid-2017 due to their relatively recent adoption, initially by Satkian units. As part of the plans laid out by the MoD, the vehicle is set to gradually replace the Scout in frontline roles.

The reason why they're here with the Northerners can be summarized with a simple 'Why not?'. After all, you do get the benefit of it being subject to actual combat, even though it's quite a bit of a case of wrong kind of warfare, but still worthy of a trial nonetheless.

"Alpine-2-1 to Alpine-Vic-1, can you get over to the North-Western side of the town? We need to tear down this section of the wall real quick"

"Alpine-Vic-1 copies, going over there now"



[For the record, the Miloš here is depicted with Protector RWS instead of the one in the picture]

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"Heads up, artillery shells are now in the air, danger close!"

"Danger close incoming!" warned the commander of this Mariner company on a smaller island far West of the main Eljeð island.

The Marinesoldats remained prone on the ground as they watch the fort in front of them being none-the-wiser about the impact that is coming their way. As they're within a 600-meter radius to the fort, the shells would not only prove lethal to those demons, but also possibly their own due to shrapnels, hence a danger close.

Behind the convenient berms and rocks, they awaited for the devastation that will rock the island...

wooooOOOOOOOOSH...

KABOOM

A combination of flashing yellow light and dark smokes strike down on the wall of the fortress, tearing it apart with such energy that the poor reptile archers didn't even have time to properly process what they were facing until they had already reduced to dark red mist and leftovers from their mortal vessels.

KABOOM

The second shell hit the heart itself, sending the banner set up as their symbolism for who controls this fort... for now at least. Some Mariner also could have sworn they saw body parts alongside parts of the tower taking to the skies.

KABOOM

The third hit another section of wall, same side, and with the impact being right at the center, it was brought crumbling down along the late unsuspecting enemy footmobiles.

"End of fire mission, requesting after action report, over"

"This is Lou, good effect on target, North-East side wall almost completely destroyed, no need for another round"

"Soot-Quill-Kelly-Yeti-1102 copies, out"

The Marinesoldats start to sit up in preparation for their time to shine...

"Beta Company, commence assault!"

Machine guns were instantly fired right after the order was shouted out. Tracers began to cut through flesh and chipped concrete away from the structure as the demons from the other side were caught off-guard once more.

With some bayonets affixed to some rifles, under cover of the machine gun fire, the Mariner ran forward. Spreading their whole formation out, the company would try and flank the fortress to their left, the riflemen contributing to the suppressive fire with their semi-automatic rifle along the way. Fifties on APCs to their far left side would also join in

After a while, the enemy seemed to have taken notice and archer began to target the advancing forces with their arrows, some magically lit on fire. But because of the bullets coming their way causing them to flinch as they zipped past, the arrows would all be far from finding their mark.

That is... assuming that they weren't hit.

"Hey should we be further away? No one would eventually be hit by one-"

"BALLISTA INCOMING!"

A large sharp shaft came crashing down on the field, almost taking out one of their own.

"SHOOT AT THEM! KILL ALL OF THOSE FUCKING SWINES!"

And in response, the Mariner fire only intensfied as they were still moving along. More holes started to be punched into the fortress wall as more blood splattered everywhere over there.

It was also at this point that the demons stopped letting their arrows loose at them, coming under an even superior firepower, cowering under cover, knowing there's nothing they could do about it now, not even the other ballistas.

"God, I can see crap loads of tracers pummeling them devils over here"

"Hey, aren't you one of our recons? Aren't you supposed to be looking anywhere else?"

After having the fortress surrounded with more machine guns set up along the shoehorn-esque formation, the Mariner squads re-consolidated and pulled security while lead are still heading for the fort, just from more direction this time around.

"Alright, let's go!"

2/3 of the troops would charge across the field towards the fort while the abominable still struggles to even pop their heads out. Around the same time, rockets would be launched and slammed into the walls and the gate, creating openings that not only exposed what's hiding behind them, but also granted them points of entry.

The soldiers charged and charged, discharging their rifles for every pauses they take every now and then until they made it up to the holes left by the ordinance. Now inside the fortifications, the occupying garrison regrouped to counter the enemy soldiers in white and black, thinking they could have a chance close up.

But instead, the goblins that were meant to jump them at first contact were swiftly impaled and gunned dead, orcs known for their strength were instead finished off by the staves in black using some sort of projectile magic from a distance, and lizardmen who engages from further weren't safe from being easily picked off in a little over a second with such rapid rate either.

It was here that the lizardmen, goblins and orcs knew true hell.

"C'MON MARINERS! EXORCISE THEM!"

Swords, axes, bow and arrow were sproadically dropped and blood spilt at an unholy pace, even for something as unholy as themselves. They could not comprehend anything other than the fact that the black-and-whites are slowly flooding their fort in numbers, from the ground to the walls...

BANG BANG BANG

THUD

...Nor do they hear even their thoughts as the staves just deafened all of them before it was eventually their turn to bite the dust.

Some of the demons would jump out of the safety of the walls, barely dodging the onslaught that was up there.

Some, mostly goblins, would immediately run off towardd safety only for them to be struck down by the invisible and traceable projectile alike before they even made a 10th to their goal. Some, all lizardmen, waited, sticking to the walls as much as possible, praying under their breath as the humans shot down their rather foolish fellows and shouted in a language they couldn't understand.

One lizardman looked up on the wall as they would still be audibly heard talking, holding onto a nervous hope that they didn't see him. A little after, the sound of the staves erupting slowly, then all faded out. The humans still talking to each other before their voices too faded away.

The staves would burst again shortly after, but this time, it seems they were taking place more inside.

As it seems, the strange men were now shifting their focus to the inside of the done for fort.

Taking the opportunity, the reptiles start their run where their late comrades rest their bodies. The survivor ran past the dead bodies, not thinking about anything else but keep going, their eyes kept for-

CRACK

"AAAAÆÆÆAAGGHH"

A scream rang out as a sudden crack would break their focus. Something had hit one of the lizardmen as he now lies there, crying in agony while slowly painting the snow under him red.

CRACK

Another lizardman immediately went limp with blood shot out of his head, ending his journey there in a beat of the heart.

CRACK

The third falls down, yelping as his body slammed on tphe soft surface. Now bleeding out, he hopelessly lies there, looking around him as one lies dead...

CRACK

...Make that two, and one other lies still screaming for his dear life. He turned to look back at the fortress he guarded for the last time, ruined by the destruction casted upon them.

On what remains of the wall, the men in the same black and white outfit and staves stare at them, perhaps mockingly under those masks of theirs.

His vision then becomes increasingly blurry and dark.

"Good shots, sniper team!"

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"...Launchers, get into position, take aim at designated target and wait for my signal"

Behind a tree, a Berian Foreign Battalion soldier pulled off a pin of a cap of a certain green cylinder that would then be taken off. On the other end, he'd take off another cap then pulled the cylinder apart that it extends to its full length which would also cause a pair of iron sights to pop straight up.

The infantryman puts the rear portion of the tube on his shoulder, the cap and the swinging swivel that retains it would also rest on there.

Finally, with his dominant right hand, he pulled the safety on top forward, finally setting it to fire at a moment's notice.

As he pulls his hand back, fingers above the trigger that is shaped like a switch, he sets and centers his sight on a hastily built watch tower occupied by lizard archers who in turn seems to be on high alert for them.

He holds there, trying to keep his sight consistently on his target.

"We are now commencing assault! Launchers, fire!"

BOOM

A single short burst of hellfire is shot out of the back, creating smoke and dust around the soldier who watched his rocket destroying the top of the tower, sending fragments of woods everywhere as the archers were disappeared.

"By the Heavenly Order, I could never get used to this fume!" the AT man coughed, waving his hand side to side while other towers were brought down in the same manner.

He then threw down the tube, stood up and brought out of his rifle. Using his trusty iron sights rather than the red dot it originally came with, the Berian lined up his sight at a position nearby.

BANG BANG-BANG went three shots after the safe was flicked to semi and the others in the line already opening up with their weaponry.

He also saw visible tracer coming directly from the right side of the town from his perspective as well as the mini explosions from those rounds themselves.

The soldier fired a few shots before he flicks the selector back to safety and ran to join his squad already pushing up towards the town.

...

First, it was the towers that were blown out of commission. And now, it's the hail of projectiles, some would say of uncountable amount, directed at them, wreaking absolute havoc amongst these soldiers of the Demon Lord.

The string of a bow was loose to launched an arrow at a general direction of where they were coming from. A second later, the archer who took the shot and stood right by the window was teared apart by a singular hit of something they couldn't see.

Another lizardman next to him winced, covering himself from the resulting blood splatter, settling himself behind a wall where parts of it has already been filled with hole. He cowers behind cover, from where he placed his last hope, for he, like many others, could not understand what was conjured out there.

A possibly dishonorable act, but the battle made it clear that honor was out of the question in the first place.

What was supposed to be a fight of guts and wits where everyone see each other face-to-face became a terrifying game of surviving the massacre perpetuated by an unseen force. It didn't help that it was characterized by the sound of thousand booms, cracks, and impacts of projectiles hitting something.

While those are happening in the background, seeing that no projectiles were coming his way no more, the reptile gradually pull his hand away from his head, shakingly sitting up. He pulled himself towards the window where his friend was shooting from before he met his sudden fate.

Slowly, he pops his head out to peek out the window. Blood and dead bodies lay about around the other houses, as expected. And then when he lifts himself more, he would see familiar humanoids in a suit of black and white and a green armor and pouches. From their faces and their hair color, even without seeing their distinct feature, he still knows who they are.

"B-Berians?!"

The polar bears have indeed returned to reclaim what was taken away from them.

"But... how?"

Armed with magic so advanced, he wonders if they're the same as the ones lived and fled from here. He was aware of the arquebuses that the Berian military deployed against his comrades, but never something like this

The line of the Berians would make their move closer to the house, and that's when one looked up and called his position out as the soldier pointed directly at him.

He jumped back from the window, hoping that the wall would help.

ZIP-CRACK

But now he screams, realizing that wood could no longer hold bullets for him. The realization came far too late for him to do anything other than rolling around as he bled and the door seemingly smashed open from the sound of it.

And suddenly, there is no more faith remaining in him.

...

The door succumbs to the kick of a Berian rifle with a bayonet out.

"Check all houses, they could be anywhere"

His squad followed, methodically and orderly moving into their set positions to cover as much ground as possible, sweeping their gun around to cover as much spot as possible.

"Clear!"

With one side of the room filled and all the guns pointed at the next room seeing that the hall is only littered with corpses, they moved into separate small teams to check out the rest of the house.

Footsteps clattered the floorboard, their equipment gave off barely noticeable rattles as they move around, and the doors creak followed by a brief more intense footsteps of the soldiers quickly moving into clear them.

In a short while, without a shot, the house was fully cleared out... well, the floor that its former owner walked around on a daily basis was cleared at least.

"There a basement anywhere?"

"Yes"

"Where is it then?"

The squad would join back together and led to a bedroom where dark outlines of the floorboard incriminated where the entrance is located. It seems to be deliberately designed to be well hidden... probably because it doesn't have a handle nor a string anywhere

"...How do we open this?"

"Just stand back and let me do this"

A rifleman whips out a crowbar off his back and got to inserting the straight claw into the gap. He then pulled the bar on its shaft, just a bit towards the bent end as hard as he could.

The hatch slightly swings open, allowing for a hand to grab it from below and push it out to fully expose the stairway into darkness.

A light on the squad lead's firearm would turn on to illuminate whatever was ahead of them as they start their slow approach down, with the others also turning theirs on afterward. With the light's on, they'd spot an otherwise unseen doorway without a door heading left.

The rifles stepped more to the right, gradually leaning to the entrance as they take each step down.

The disk of white light enters the compartment it leads to, uncovering more of the floor underground. When the leader himself fully faces the doorway dead on, that's when he rushed in with his squad, scanning the whole surrounding.

It was a skinny polar bear man with a gun that he soon put down after realizing who they were along with his son.

"Clear!"

"By the Heavenly Order, how long have you been here?"

"I d-don't know..." the man answered as he shakingly put his gun down "...You finally came b-back"

On the ground, they'd find some bread crumbs lying around as well as some crates throw into a corner.

"Of course we did... took us longer than we like to admit, but we're here now, you're safe with us"

"...Thank goodness..." the tired man profusely nodded "...W-What's with the uniforms though...?"

"It's a... long story, we'll tell you about it later"

...

CRACK

"Goblin!"

BANG-BANG

Another green mindless soul was laid to rest in another house having another group of uninvited guests raiding them, pointing their weapon into different directions as they went in.

"Clear! Move! Move!"

The polar bear troops, seeing that there are no more than ruins and the stiff lifeless vessels, quickly hauled themselves into the other part of the house, repeating the cycle of simultaneously sweeping around the room, pause, then calling a "Clear!" not including the occasional door opening part, bit of a room inspection and-

BANG-BANG BANG-BANG

"How do these sick retards even survive after that?"

"They're small, that's why"

"To hell with them, man..."

After that, the team saw themselves out of the room to regroup with the rest. There, their leader would stand around the center of the house.

"Glacier-1, we cleared a house here" he reported on the radio "What should we do next?"

"Glacier-1, you sure you checked all of it? Any hidden compartment?"

The lead turned his head to his soldiers. Getting the message, they all shook their heads.

"We did not find anything else in the rooms, we checked"

He got back to the radio.

"Yes, we are sure we have cleared all of them. What should we do next?"

"Either stay at the house until further notice or move on to clear another one, your choice"

"Acknowledged" the squad leader puts the radio back into his pouch afterward "...I suppose we are going to stay here... Rest for now, boys, but don't let your guard down, the fight is not over yet"

...

"You know, every single day, I am convinced that I am high on something"

A BMK 16 leads the convoy towards the West, to a town where they're supposed to get the returning Berian Army troops onboard to reinforce the foreign unit in holding their foothold

"First, we got cats, dogs, and even beavers. Now we have polar bear people?"

"It's like the entire country found themselves in a weeb's wet dream"

"Or a furry for that matter... Hey, speaking of which, you know anyone who would fill up a bucket or two seeing the kind of peeps we're taking in?"

"Don't know about a bucket but... yeah, one does come to mind as someone who wanked himself dry, probably, you?"

"Knew some few dudes that got into the Army. They don't say it outright, but it was very clear that they were in to get those pussies, and I mean it both"

"Oh yeah, I also heard that the 217th got into some trouble the other day, apparently too many people were trying to get in just because one feline girl got in"

"The Army should put a cat girl into their recruitment ad for real"

"Not even 10 seconds later, 3000 horny nerds finally comes out of their domicile just to enlist, heh-heh..."

Clangs and clacks erupt on the roof soon after, the culprit of such sound later reveal themselves as an arrow bounces off the hood as they were still moving.

"These guys are everywhere huh? Just keep driving I'll handle the rest"

The crosshair of the RWS was directed to the right where the arrows had apparently came from. A switch of a mode turned the thermals on, revealing faint humanoid signatures all lined up.

Without holding back, the machine gun was fired, the gunner bearing with the recoil shake and the ever-changing trajectory of the .50 tracers, sweeping from left to right, all while still fast on their track.

At this point, other MGs joined in, though it was the tracers clearly not from his that he realize it as the outside sounds were muffled inside this interior.

"Wonder what it's like for them on the other side..."

...

The repeated sound of the bang, though muffled, has gotten many of the Berian occupants of the transports concerned with the rapid rate they ring out as they continued to move quite fast.

"Don't worry, soldiers" reassured the Flash personnel who happens to speak the language accompanying them "It's just our own doing their own work, you are still safe with us here"

Without any window to look out, many are unsure to put complete trust in those words. Part of them want to believe they in fact have nothing to worry about, after all, their Flaši counterparts are doing extraordinarily well here. The other part however remains uncertain that their victories would last as they have known the tricks that the DLA used against them.

After all, the very same island they're now coming back to was the first to fall to the kinetic magic and sneak attacks from invisible fiends.

It did however help that they were moving faster than the norm here, meaning that kinetic light would have immense problem trying to remotely hit anything, and them being in the confine of a moving steel carriage means stealth attack is completely out of the question.

"Once again" another word slipped out of the Flash personnel's lips "Welcome back home"

...

A convoy of carriage would have been an attractive target to the kinetic light magic user, as there is an incentive of a devastating ambush causing costly losses for their enemy. But this convoy is way too fast and way too ferocious for their liking as they were not given a chance to even peek their heads out.

If they did,

ZIP SPLAT

A head suddenly goes missing.

"AAAAAHHHH!" screamed out a lizardman in horror of the blood splattered into his arm and the headless hood of the late mage, continuing to hunker down, just with a lot more shake and urges to run away than before.

The encounter turned into a massive shock for the demons involved as they came under unexpected heavy fire that hits way too close for them to allow them to do anything.

And this is while the enemy convoy is still moving fast, taking more toll on their will knowing that they could never stop those carriages.

...

Lizardmen sifted through bushes, hurrying as fast as they could to get away from the danger directly pursuing them.

BANG BANG

The dreaded sound rings out again. To them, those sounds are like death reaching their arms to grab a soul, sometimes successful as it was then accompanied by a thud, sometimes not. Either way, they knew they must get out of its reach.

"Remember to know where you are at all times, I don't want to be forced to call CSAR just because you took a wrong turn"

"We get it, we get it"

The reapers of the vengeful Kingdom of Beria, the black-and-whites rushed from tree to tree, firing shots back and forth as they kept pace of what remains of a garrison routed out from a settlement, though the retreating reptiles are still putting distance away from them every step.

"Ain't this a crime or something?"

"Shooting at retreating combatant was never a warcrime"

BANG BANG BANG

"Plus, I have no idea if the Convention even applies to those creatures"

BANG BANG

Bodies are still definitely piling up in numbers, but the soldiers doubt they would be able to take them all out in the end.

"...Also, is it weird that we haven't seen a chopper for a while now?"

"Ah... they're probably busy with the other islands"

"...Hey, wait, shit, where did they go?"

Eventually, they lost sight of the fleeing lizardmen.

"Damn it, this is 1-4, does anyone have visual on those reptiles?"

"We do have one 'ere, but we don't have a shot, too far and there's too many stuff in the way"

With all their guns considered, the heavier troopers weren't able to catch up to the more nimble DLA lizards.

"Fall back to the town, we're done for today"

The riflemen turned around to walk back to regroup with the rest of their company.

"We'll get them all next time"

...

Two Battalion soldiers of Berian descent observed at around where the wall formerly stood as a convoy of horseless vehicle slows down and enter the vicinity. The two leading 4-wheeled vehicles would pull over to the left to make way for the three smaller carriages with caterpillar-style propulsion pulling a windowless cube each that were on their way right into the town.

The three cars halted along with a 8-wheeler also stopping behind them, in a short while, the cube's hatches would swing out and the familiar Berian regular army boots stepped off.

"Well, well, well... looks like we're back in control now"

"Not yet, we still haven't taken Beri as far as I-"

"Would you please let me have my moment for once?!"

...

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