Time Ghost

Chapter 15

~boom~

Mortar shells crashed upon the torn-up window of the building across the south. Dead soldiers remains scattered on the road. Putrid stenches fanned its rotten content and shared its already-decomposing nature ahead of the living ones nearby. It is a regular issues for any veteran gunners to ignore such atrocities and concentrate upon the battlefield before them. Yet, newly-assigned warriors will suffocate against such pressure and committed a puke in their first encounter against the corpse of fallen soldiers around them.

A gift from God, as stated from their Commanding officer to console their troubled stomach in the meantime.

“Any L-luck with our comms... C- Captain?”

Trembled and scared, The young figure sounds so after a shaken-tone of voice emerges under the throat. A scarred-looking soldier gazed upon His leader in utmost shame. He was almost pulverised by a shell from main battle tank of Naulus. A blessing, indeed, for an anti-tank squad had shielded himself against the blast as they were ordered to demolish one amongst their horde of steel horse outside their controlled territory.

Certainly, a tiny bit of accident saves him out of misery, but blemished confidence stays intact to become merchandise of war nonetheless. A young doctor-in-duty should have himself active in treating wounded fighters. Yet, his own mental injury serves him to be unable on properly stitch and sew anyone who needed it the most.

In front of the former medical soldier and his stuttered query, the captain of their squad takes a peek into the portable GPS in his hand. No hint of presence on its screen. Void of any marks from their unwanted company, the Lieutenant closed it up and put them into his pocket shortly after,”Nah, the battery’s still dead. We can’t locate anyone with our current device, Tony.” He said in calm fashion.

“Alright, nothing a gun can’t fix. Shall we proceed, Lieutenant?”

His burly arms reload the machine gun as if it was merely playthings to wreck about. Nobody could estimate Carlo’s age or ethnicity by seeing the frame alone. The black beard tucks into the uniform as it curls hidden underneath the green collar. Fierce on the vision and agile in reaction, Carlo observes their surroundings in every ten seconds by putting covers over nook and cranny of the field.

Damn, Do I have to mingle in warfare, now? What do I have even carry inside the backpack, it’s too heavy!

For the last of their squad, rested a fair and clean-shaved man equipped with sticky bombs and supplies upon his backbone. He was once an basketball player in his prime years, until a call for civilians to volunteer knocked its way into his door. Patriotic at heart, He forfeits from athletic career and started a new one under the green beret. To conquer Naulus and their full-fledged empire for eternity, Baron relishes freedom upon the country of Armea and resides there in liberation over its neighboring nation’s conquest.

“Baron? Baron!?”

The lieutenant shouted at the big man’s face,”Hey, are you still with me? This man braves a lightning strike, hand him emergency aid, again!” He seethes towards the anxious medic before him, to which is fairly miserable upon the palm himself as much.

Otherwise, Baron has been motionless for about some time. Their captain’s worried emotion determines concern upon his men.

He must be damaged inside. Our captain sounds over-dramatic and handled our issues by wearing too much wrath as a spice. He saw my entrance, the lightning strike, so it should be the one that matters for him at the moment. I can sense goodwill and true apprehension within that terrified voice. Yet, reactions are too strong instead of being customary at a glance.

Now, now, what’s the banner for Naulus should be?

~flip~

Tony cracks open a bandage from his backpack. Marks of red cross adorned on its rear to differentiate their functions on the battlefield towards the rest of Armean soldiers on the scene of warfare. Medical squads are important member of their team. In comparison to the common soldier’s own lives, medical soldiers would have to be prioritised above all others.

On the other hand, they have the most responsibilities in their group than common soldiers in Armea. They have to consolidate with other medical soldiers from the other squad whilst tending wounds of their own. Most teammates will sacrifice themselves upon the direct assault of their opponent’s firepower, indeed, but they have to manage on protecting themselves upon any surprise attack anyhow.

~c***k~

“Open your arm, Baron.” Tony ordered. In return of the medical soldier’s hospitality, Baron taps on the medic’s quivering hands and putting a smile upon the face,”I’m fine, Tony. Pack those thread and bandage yourself more than myself right now.”

“But....”

Baron wants to fend off another attempt, yet the young medic suddenly press himself out by force and whispered to his ear,”Our leader’s insane. He’ll kill me if I don’t do healing for your injury.”

Ugh, it sounds even worse than I had imagined. He was mentally hurt by constant gravity added to his shoulder. Must be more of the squad than what we currently have for the captain to be so concerned.  

“Hey, I see it! The thunder crest at six o’clock!”  

Thunder strikes upon the land as it is imprinted in the middle of the emblem’s circle. Shudders arrived into the opponent once small-but-frequent tremors occurs. Twenty-five main battle tanks took a trip across the city’s ruin in an inverted v-line formation. It was aimed for absolute authority upon the rear end of the battle structure, because the bottom end is typically their leader of the battalion inbound.

Let’s hope they notice none of my dumb question.... I suppose they wouldn’t, anyway.

“Is that Naulus?”

Carlo hands down the binocular and replied in haste,”Yup, and we have to utilise your basketball feints to blast them off with style.”