Cerk-Ly War, Second Ters-Ly War (5)

  Even the remaining Cerk forces in Argopolas's beaches saw the Lymocan planes and cargo aircraft fly over and drop units and armored vehicles. Even if they wanted to shoot at them, they barely had any long-distance firearms, let alone artillery weaponry. If anything, they holed themselves well, defending against the numerous attempts from the Lymocan artillery units.

  Cerka’s last units in Argopolas were left with no other choice but to surrender or suck it up. Most of them sucked it up, because just as they had done, neither Lymoca nor Argopolas took prisoners. It was a well-welcomed payback, adding a lot to the numbers in the wars.

  Fox and the rest of PSD landed on the ground. Each Captain congregated at their respective armored vehicle and units after less than 2 minutes from landing. Fox had the most vehicles around him. Even when the secret world was all about stealth mobilization, they wouldn’t tire themselves walking tens to hundreds of kilometers in their territory for secrecy’s sake.

  As soon as everyone landed, behind the frontlines in Valad territory, Fox pinpointed his location to the other medium NUAs, making them all go there. Most of the special units were left outside an inner circle, which Fox would call each Captain leading a large force in, one by one.

  Argopolas was already in the known, with the Lymocan army having long knowing about it. Neither bothered the special agents nor vice versa. Only Argopolas’s hoog secret organization met and stayed with Fox, who delegated his agents.

  From noon to night, Fox gave general tasks to each large SA force spreading throughout Argopolas’s frontlines to deal with the matters at hand. From Argopolas to PSD agents. Most Cerk units separated, forming defensive points near the beaches, even bunker types.

  With their navy gone, most of it destroyed during their flight on the first day, the Cerks had no support and were worse off than Argopolas. But the Cerks had trained for every scenario that could develop, and such was the case.

  They built formidable defenses, using what manpower they had in turns even before Lymoca joined the war, ensuring a response that the Cerks could hold against before sending more units. It wasn’t that difficult to send more and more paratroopers and arsenal, which they had proved.

  Now, those preparations were of utmost value to the Cerks, who in the despair of watching each other die with no hopes for imprisonment, could only hope for Cerka to send reinforcements.

  As futile as their hopes were, their stance was solid enough to have the Lymocan army carefully plan out every raid into those defenses. Otherwise, more unnecessary deaths would follow, and be it for merit or morale, it would be the stupidest thing to tolerate.

  On another point of view, if the special agents were to at least do the scouting, then the situation would be smoother and such issues wouldn’t be present. This was PSD’s first task; to get rid of all remaining Cerks, lowering the casualty rate, and building momentum.

  … After sending off all the other Captains that weren’t in his plane, Fox gave them 20 minutes to rest before setting off. The targets he was given were well-defended defensive points where Cerka’s special forces, and units of vital significance to Cerka, were holed up with hostages.

  Being their first belligerent act, winning before losing as quickly as it had begun, the Cerk soldiers were only doing the expected. With their minds burning with brazenness, taking hostages was but in the book of losing one’s mind during war.

  Step, step, step. “Hey,” Nala walked to Fox as he checked his Esnly. Lyan held 2 Lykatóns in the distance, which were not too heavy for her, or for a 1st Grade special agent. Fox returned his Esnly to rifle mode and looked up at Nala, remaining crouched.

  “Princess is alright and ready. The rest are prepared, too. How long do you think it will take to get rid of the Cerks in Argo?” Nala reported in small details before crouching beside him, their faces close to each other. Fox gazed into her face, replying, “1 week will suffice.”

  “It’s hard work.” Nala replied after moving her tantalizing lips. Even behind her visor, Fox grew hungry. He blinked and nodded to her words, “Mn.”

  “Then let’s go,” said Nala, pulling Fox up with casual little groans. The Captains walked to them just in time, with Esmeralda surrounded by Akina, Lyan, and Miros. The young boy looked much more stable now compared to last year, and his bearing made Fox grin.

  “Oh.” Seeing that grin, Miros further opened his eyes, straightening his back a bit more. Although that was in his mind, as he was just perfectly prepared.

  Fox looked at everyone else before facing the front and a little northeast. He nodded upwards in that direction before beginning, “12 minutes by vehicle. Most of you will ascertain the safety of the hostages. The rest will do the killing. Send your best Reds first, then the hostages’ escorts.”

  “Lye, Raging Blood!” They answered to Fox’s orders. Fox, who has achieved an exorbitant physical and mental growth since his 13s, nodded at them before placing his Esnly on his back. He walked to a long armored vehicle, green and with a large machine gun beside 2 smaller ones.

  Nala and Esmeralda followed from behind, with the others taking different vehicles. Furthermore, the several thousand special agents following their commands rapidly headed to theirs, forming a massive formation under the night sky, onwards to their objective.

  Nala sat facing the vehicle’s hatch, which over 50 special agents could fit in, including Fox, her, and Esmeralda. Esmeralda was nervous. Her fists clenched from time to time, but she learned to abstain from doing it. Not because she learned how to remain calm within a war, but because it showed her the power strength the high Nuclear Uniform Armor employed through her actions.

  Nala sat on a higher stool attached to the wall behind the driver’s cabin, with sitting Fox on the other side of Esmeralda. His eyes were closed while facing them. The armored vehicle’s radar was modified, even as every vehicle’s was already incredibly enough.

  Regardless, with Fox’s left arm, it was manageable enough without a notorious communication instrument. It was equivalent to a military HQ’s radar, with some deficiencies in comparison.

  The journey there was meant to be silent, but the beating hearts of every special agent were rapid, concise, and expectant. They knew what would happen… despite how peaceful their previous lives might have been, they also longed for it.

  … After several days with Lymoca keeping on firing shells to the holed Cerks, the 3rd day’s night turned out to be a change in the usual menu of every remaining Cerk force. Be it large or small, from a couple of teams to even close to 1,000 soldiers, everyone heard the thing they didn’t realize they longed more than reinforcements. Silence.

  Some Cerk soldiers ate their canned food with surprising fine moods. They made faces at each other, talked about maybe having fun, releasing stress, scaring some hostages or recruits trapped with them, and so on. None of them knew what was really coming with this calmness.

  … A little while later. Fox mounted off the armored vehicle with the agents, slowly heading into the enormous mansion up ahead. They left their vehicles behind a hill, which they were not on top of. The mansion was in a decently sized flat prairie, with an exquisite, old-fashioned style.

  It was a couple of hundred meters downhill, with the lights on the second floor turned on. A few thousand heads looked in the same direction, unnoticed by the enemy in the mansion.

  Fox concentrated, his senses telling him of all the noise within the mansion. When something wasn’t clear enough, or he deemed he lacked enough ‘range’ to differentiate and layout the interiors, he used his biotech sight.

  It came real in handy. Despite the ample information on the mansion from the PSD stationed here since day 1 of Lymoca’s intervention, Fox found a few small details outside the recompiled information. The hostages are where they were supposed to be, but unlike before, they were now being mistreated. Mostly raped and probably used as entertainment during daily hours.

  Currently, there was a show depicting just that, as female and male Valads, civilians caught when attempting to flee the surroundings, be it on time moment’s notice or too late, walked around bare. They served around an enormous dinning hall and walked the corridors, groped by both male and female Cerks alike. It was the Cerk soldiers’ little paradisaical resort.

  Additionally, the middle-aged bearded man with white and gray hairs everywhere was nowhere to be found, while a female blonde Cerk soldier, a young woman, sat like a noble with males and females beside her. They stood at her sides and were fondled from time to time while she ate.

  None of this was vital for their task, but it represented the psyche of the Cerk forces. It made sense. After all, being trained to invade and conquer fast, it must have been a hell of a probably erroneous training, or lacking the fundamentals.

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  In the First Ters-Ly War, the Lymocan soldiers weren’t trained to conquer territory and subjugate the enemy forces. In short, and bland, they fought with a purpose. More detailed so, the Lymocan soldiers avenged the blatant insult to their people and disregard for humanity.

  These seemed like they were more than trained to conquer Argopolas, which they were doing just fine before Lymoca’s intervention. If the unofficial information resulted right, then Cerka was promised more than a war without interruptions, not just with Lymoca’s stance ensured to stay out of their wars.

  There might be a clause where some promised Cerka and Torka that some would come to their aid should this or that occur. It was a scenario anyone with a brain could guess in a fit of wild thinking. Yet, Lymoca has intervened, but no one has stopped them.

  “Listen,” Fox called the Captains’ attention before relaying the new information he just fished. Afterwards, with a third moving towards the mansion, disappearing inside, a few minutes passed before Fox mobilized along half their total numbers.

  They stealthily advanced towards the mansion, hidden and protected by the night. Despite the sentries around the gardens, balconies and rooftops of the mansion, they were unseen by these special forces fellas.

  The force Fox led forth stopped when they were mere tens of meters before the mansion, where the mid-grass ended. If this was midday, they would’ve been seen by now. Their footsteps were nonexistent even in the night, but these special forces would see them with a bit more of help.

  They lacked resources they didn’t when they were winning, lost in the storage facilities they thought were safe, but that was before Lymoca’s intervention. Now, they didn’t even have flashlights, let alone powerful light sources or radars and movement detecting devices.

  “…” Fox fixated his polycoria eyes to the front, where a door opened with a bunch of low NUA special forces walking out. They laughed and bantered. Their visors were opened, but they kept their helmets on, even as they smoked.

  This was the moment Fox was waiting for. These special forces would conduct scouts every few hours, ensuring their weaknesses weren’t too weak, even though they couldn’t use the NUAs too often. They would also bring some game back to eat. But they were the new game now.

  They lined up in front of the gates, which they opened, but had become rusty after a few rains and no maintenance whatsoever. Even an ordinary army unit with matching numbers could get close enough and eliminate these 1,000+ special forces unit.

  Fox looked around. His eyes were calm. Seeing them line up to a fault, he gave the signal, emitting a sound from his location, which the other agents heard. It was like their minds were screaming from the inside, but it was doable and harmless.

  They could identify the source of the sound and hence knew it was Fox. As a result, both inside and out, the District went on the move.

  Stomp-. “Ah? Shit- what’s that!?” Several agents stood up and dashed forth. The enemy in low NUAs, so uncomfortable they couldn’t move their necks to check what the others were seeing, widened their eyes when dozens, hundreds, and then over 2,000 medium NUAs all walked out of hiding, rushing to them.

  “Enemy upfront-” - “Take pos-” - “They’re… charging at us!?”

  The enemy was surprised first, then flabbergasted. It was one thing that such a powerful unit would appear before them out of nowhere, but they were… charging towards them?

  But to Fox, this was the plausible decision. He was waiting for them to come out so they wouldn’t run away or hide and plan an ambush. To quickly get rid of Cerka in Argopolas, PSD’s no casualties was but a basic requirement.

  The PSD special agents, on the other hand, didn’t bother with the order when Fox first elaborated the plan. Let alone now. Within 3 miserable seconds, hundreds of special agents rushed to the baffled special forces.

  Fox clashed upfront, followed behind by Esmeralda, who only stayed put as the war began, keeping a close distance to his back. Her WID recorded some of the crazy images about to play out. Meanwhile, Fox tackled a low NUA with his right shoulder.

  The enemy’s armor broke, caving in with Fox’s armor remaining intact, while the enemy’s eyes popped out right after. Fox turned to another special force soldier, kicking the ground with both feet before tackling them next after a brief dash.

  Before any damage, smaller than just now, was dealt to this soldier, Fox prepared his left arm and sent his left hand like a blade into the enemy’s guts. They screamed, but Fox had further dived until finding the vertebral column before crushing it with his bare left hand’s raw strength.

  Esmeralda blinked profusely, finding these images even more terrifying than what she experienced back at the villa where she first caged her heart with Fox and his heart.

  Esmeralda kept recording, showing a strong back that moved nonstop, and with each movement, torment and despair engulfed the enemy.

  In less than half a minute, all the enemy low NUAs were disposed of, while thunderous bangs sounded from the inside, but the enemy wasn’t all chickens without heads.

  After a burst of gunfight, things went silent inside. Fox checked with everyone before they replied to him with a beep sound, reminding him of the old times at Preut. A few agents synchronized, throwing SMs into the thick brick wall, which exploded into bits while the rest stood behind them.

  With smoke and dust blocking the huge ‘new’ entrance before them, Fox lifted his Esnly to aim slightly higher, and advanced. The 200 behind him followed suit, with Nala and the other Captains leading their units right after him and through other ‘new’ entrances around the building.

  Bam- bam, bang bang bang bang- trr rrrrrrr rrrr r r rr r rr r rr r r r r r rr r rr rr r rr rr r r…!

  ‘Wow…!’ Esmeralda fell amazed as she followed a couple of steps behind Fox. As soon as he stepped a few times into the building, entering a palace-like beige corridor, with higher floors open to view, bullets flew back and forth from every direction.

  The special agents weren’t unresponsive, matching and overwhelming the incoming gunfire nonstop. Fox changed his stance time and again, quick and bolting, while the incoming gunfire continuously decreased.

  The more special agents entered, receiving the gunfire with their medium NUAs, the less enemies remained, with the Red Blood agents securing the hostages and leading them to hide and protect themselves. The enemy became scared silly after hearing one of the halls become completely silent after half a minute.

  The gunfire this time came from too many parties, with the noise more terrifying than before, even if not as loud, as well as… calculated?

  Esmeralda drifted into an open reception, wondrous at the sudden, ruthless decision-making. Fox looked at her before following her, bringing her 200 people with him. It wasn’t just to protect her, but also because the silly beauty was heading right where more enemies were hiding.

  He looked back at his unit, giving them a glare before focusing on the front. His action meant one single, obvious thing; prepare to be injured.

  Fox walked in, grabbing Esmeralda’s thinner yet more durable and scary high NUA wrist. When she walked out alone, the hidden soldiers wondered what kind of bait this was, before seeing a bunch of medium NUAs come out and step into the open space, perfect for their ambush!

  Bang- Pfwah- pffh- sssu- PFWAH! Tr- rrrr r r r rr r rr r r rrr r r rr r rr- bang bang bang bang!

  Just as some enemy soldiers fired from above, and the others exposed themselves, aiming and about to open fire and barrage them until they turned into charcoaled tins. The special agents threw SMs everywhere. To the pillars, below the higher floors’ foundation, and directly to some people who just peeked their heads out.

  Pivots flew out, with Esmeralda also launching some pivots out of the blue, blinking her eyes wider after realizing what she had done. But while she was even more wondrous, her mind emptied as destruction unfolded everywhere around her.

  Bullets flashed by and past again, with torsos, heads, and limbs from the enemy exposed everywhere shocked by the explosions, awestruck by the pivots, and turned retarded as they were massacred.

  With debris, from small to overly large chunks falling and blasting away, flashes from gunfire, explosions, and the pivots resisting bullets and reflecting others; Esmeralda felt the world slow down. Fox remained near her, crouching as he kept coiling pivots around her to protect her.

  Even with a high NUA, he won’t allow a bullet to reach Esmeralda. At some point, she seemed to think of something, out of her instincts as her profound black eyes trembled, and grabbed her Green pistols. Or as she thought of them, using both their known names in the military: Green and Quiet.

  Bang!! Bang!! Bang!! Bang!!

  The pistols were fired. Her aim wasn’t that good, even with the high NUA’s activated trajectory guidance system, which was complicated to learn even for special forces. But after a few moments in the gunfight, she became a little used to it.

  Meanwhile, Fox’s grin, which formed the moment he saw her grab her pistols, increased and widened the more times she fired them.

  Various special agents were struck good. Their bodies tumbled backwards or directly down, with holes in their medium NUAs, but they prepared their breath for such injuries. Even with the enemy large pistols or DLMs, their injuries were light or never reaching graveness.

  Bang, bang bang bang! In the last moments of the battle, Fox rapidly stepped backwards. His back hit Esmeralda’s front, covering her body as he received 7 shots, almost rupturing his armor. 3 corpses fell from the ceiling, all without a head. Of the 3, 1 was shot in the chest, carving open an enormous hole with the Esnly rifle, showing part of the rib cage and mangled heart.

  Thud, thud! Thud!! The corpses fell on the floor, filled with debris and some limbs and chunks of body parts pertaining to the fallen enemies. They were about 300, which was quite the number, especially when all of them wielded a DLM and at least a Medium pistol.

  “Come here.” Fox worded. Esmeralda walked to his front, while the Greens went out to check on the injured. Esmeralda’s chest was rising up and down, which even as it was ginormous, it was barely noticeable in the high NUA, even though its armor was considerably thinner than the medium NUA.

  Esmeralda’s breathing and harshly beating heart slowly eased. She leaned her back on him, feeling much better than when she stood tall and fired those murdering tools. Still with ragged breaths, she asked, turning her head sideways to him. “Did I hit anyone?”

  “You killed 4, but you stole one from an agent.” Fox looked at her from the opposite direction she turned to him, saying those words as if to tease her. Esmeralda frowned, thinking, and Fox could see that. He smirked, not about to let her know how improbable it was to steal another agent’s kill, even between 1st Grade agents.

  “Did you get good angles to record?” Fox asked with another subject, bringing Esmeralda to a calmer stance. “Yeah. Not just good enough. I think this is just what we… everyone needs!”

  “…” Fox tilted his head, wondering what that scary little head of hers was scheming. With a tiny shrug of his shoulders, he communicated with the several thousand agents. “Be alert. Every soldier has medium or large pistols and a DLM firearm.”

  “Okay, okay, come on. The rest are cleaning. We should meet now.” Fox said, patting her lower back. Esmeralda felt it with the advanced, amazing high NUA. She tilted and frowned, curious. “How can you train such senses? It’s so crazy…”

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