By the time Major Morris arrived on location, Xander and his paratroopers had already exfiltrated and returned to Alexandria.The military encampment at the beach had been razed to the ground, and the Shock Troopers lay dead, dismembered and full of bullet holes.Major Morris didn’t even dare to step out of his tank.It was as if the Shock Trooper camp had been raided by a bloodthirsty demon.Looking out of the machine gunner’s turret, the Major contacted General Varoose on the radio.“Report! Did you get the prisoner?”“Negative, General. They are all gone,” Major Morris replied in a faltering tone.“What do you mean, gone? What about the paratroopers?”“They are gone too. They destroyed the beach encampment and killed all our Shock Troopers.”General Varoose couldn’t believe his ears.“Just how the hell did that happen?” he barked, overcome with rage. “You told me the Shock Troopers had them all lined up and disarmed! How did they manage to kill our soldiers then?”Major Morris move

President Igor was preparing to strike back with everything in their arsenal to teach Alexandria a painful lesson. But as dawn broke over Valheim, he was hit by several phone calls and messages directly from the International Peacekeeping Council.The Peacekeeping Council had taken notice of the conflict between the two nations and was prepared to intervene directly to prevent further escalation.Both President Elaine Braithwaite and President Igor Vasily were summoned for a high-level meeting with the council on the island of Barakas.President Elaine Braithwaite arrived right on time to defend Alexandria’s actions, but the President of Valheim chose to stay behind.Instead, the one who arrived to represent Valheim was Yosef Kuroshev, the Minister of Defense.After all the top dignitaries from the member nations filled the secure conference center, the Chairman of the Peacekeeping Council began the session.“I hope everyone knows why I called you to this meeting. We are here to discus

In an unknown underground location, the leader of the Resistance, Calvin Merson, was hanging by his lean arms while his body glistened with sweat as the dim flame of the tiny gas lamp flickered in the darkness.He was covered in fresh bruises from head to toe, while his upper back was resplendent with scars.An empty steel tankard lay upturned on the ground before him, alongside a half-eaten plate of sticky white rice mixed with a dirty gray gruel that reeked worse than a sewer.“I…need a drink!”Calvin’s hoarse voice echoed in the empty room as he leaned forward, struggling with the iron chains that strained his arms with every movement.“Water! Somebody…just give me a drop of…water!”Calvin’s desperate cries eventually fell on the ears of the warden posted outside“Stop your yelping, you dog!” he snapped. “You had plenty to drink last night. No more water for you!”“It’s…been hours since then. I need water!”Calvin’s chains rattled as he raised a ruckus.“Just give me one drink! My

Chief Sergeant’s Nimitz’s orders were crystal clear. The streets were to be cleared with lethal force, and anyone caught protesting outside was to be shot without question.Ever since Valheim had occupied the island nation, their Draconian laws had reduced the original inhabitants to mere cattle.However, Calvin Merson’s Resistance fighters had gone against the wind and dared to rebel against the tyrants.For months, the rebels had sabotaged, plundered, and misled the military forces of the occupying army. But Major Monroe’s hunting operations had completely crushed the resistance.The people had lost all hope and were ready to accept their fate when Calvin’s call on the radio ignited the spark that they had been missing all along.Angry mobs of protesters started gathering at every major intersection with placards and megaphones, demanding Valheim’s occupying forces leave.And it wasn’t an isolated protest, but a massive uprising.Sergeant Nimitz knew where things were heading and de

The spark that Calvin had ignited soon turned into a wildfire that spread across the island with untamed ferocity.The same people who had once been too afraid to even look at the Valheim soldiers now fought back with guns and grenades.Sergeant Nimitz thought he had brought the situation under control by imposing a nationwide lockdown, but the curfew did little to stop the armed mobs that marched fearlessly onto the streets.Valheim’s patrolling forces were gunned down in cold blood wherever they were spotted, and then the rebels started targeting the fortified checkpoints with Molotovs and phosphorus grenades.With Captain Kessler out of the equation, there was no one to effectively manage the troops scattered across the island, and the rebels took full advantage of the chaos to corner Valheim’s forces into isolated pockets.The fires of the violent protest burned all night long as cars were set ablaze and Valheim’s forward posts and military quarters were targeted with bombs and gr