The beginning of the war 3

The rebel Hovercrafts landed on the ground of District 11, bringing with them a valuable cargo of weapons and supplies. The earth trembled under the impact of their engines as they descended with military precision.

The men from District 12 who were still on the Hovercrafts disembarked with strong dizziness, and some even vomited.

"Damn, I thought I would die in the sky!"

"We spun so much that right now I don't know if I'm seeing clearly."

"Unload the weaponry!" Jacob shouted as he took cover to catch his breath.

"[The radar detects new Hovercrafts entering the nearby border of District 11!]"

"They realized it so quickly?"

"[Negative, the alerted base was one not far from this place, right where the Capitol's train passes!]"

Jacob, along with his group of fighters, prepared for an imminent enemy attack. He observed as the enemy Hovercrafts approached, filling the horizon with their menacing presence. The looks on his comrades' faces reflected both tension and the necessary will to face the impending challenge.

"Take cover, everyone!"

The rebels who were already on the ground, aware of the imminent confrontation, but Jacob's assistant was one step ahead and he began to lift his own Hovercrafts. The engines roared, and the ships soared into the air, ready to defend their home and their comrades-in-arms.

"[Invading systems of some Hovercrafts to take control.]"

The sky turned into a battlefield, with the rebel Hovercrafts ascending to confront the approaching enemies. Strategy and coordination became evident as the rebels deployed defensive tactics to counter the enemy's attack.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Gunshots echoed in the air, with bursts of fire illuminating the night sky. Explosions created bursts of light and smoke as the rebel Hovercrafts defended their position with precision and skill. Evasive maneuvers and precise counterattacks were the result of rigorous training and the determination to protect their people and their home.

The battle in the air was a deadly dance of skill. The enemy Hovercrafts attempted to break through the rebel defenses, but the rebel pilots stood firm, shooting accurately at the approaching enemies. Each maneuver was crucial, each decision made in a moment of life or death.

The deafening noise of explosions and engines blended with the shouts of the pilots and the thunder of gunfire. Adrenaline ran through the veins of each rebel, driving them to keep fighting even in the most intense moments of the battle.

As the enemy Hovercrafts approached, the rebels held their ground, fighting fiercely to defend District 11 on the ground. Well-aimed shots and well-executed blows began to take a toll on the enemy forces, reducing their numbers and weakening their advance.

"Now is not the time to rest, keep moving forward!"

Boom!

With each enemy Hovercraft shot down, the morale of the rebels soared. Victory seemed attainable, and the fighting spirit burned even brighter in their hearts. They knew they were defending something more than just territory: they were defending the freedom and dignity of their people.

The aerial battle reached its climax when the last enemy Hovercrafts were eliminated. Silence took hold of the sky, only interrupted by the echo of engines shutting down. The rebels had prevailed, they had defended their land and repelled the enemy attack.

"Yes, that's how it's done!"

As the rebel Hovercrafts touched down on solid ground, smoke and the smell of gunpowder mingled in the air. Some already needed to work on mobilizing the strong children and young people to District 13.

Now, with the clear sky and the defeated enemy, Jacob and his people prepared for the next challenge: eliminating all the peacekeepers before the Capitol sends more forces to this location.

Jacob stood among his people, his face serious but determined. He looked around, ensuring that everyone was attentive to his words. The partial victory had strengthened them, but there was still much to be done.

"Let's regroup!" Exclaimed Jacob firmly. "Our wounded need urgent medical attention, and we must ensure that all the residents of District 11 are safe and evacuated from the affected areas. That is the most important thing right now."

His words resonated in the air, and his followers nodded in agreement. They knew that protecting their people was paramount, and they were willing to do whatever it took to achieve that.

"Jacob, we can't stop the residents of this district who are still fighting nearby!" Shouted Finnick from the other side of the street.

"We can't do anything about that; this is not just our war!"

Jacob gave precise instructions to his men and women, dividing the group into teams to carry out different tasks. Some would be responsible for transporting the wounded to safe areas, while others would ensure that no civilians were left behind in the midst of the conflict.

The advance had to be controlled and methodical. Jacob was not willing to risk lives unnecessarily. He ordered his fighters to move cautiously, using available cover and avoiding direct confrontations whenever possible. The priority was to ensure everyone's safety.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Boom! Boom!

The sound of weapons and explosions still echoed in the distance, reminding them of the reality of the war they were immersed in. However, they remained focused on their mission: protecting their people and preparing for the next strategic move.

As they advanced, Jacob and his group made sure to communicate constantly to maintain cohesion and security. Every step was calculated, every movement planned in advance. They couldn't afford mistakes now that they were so close to their objective.

With patience and slowness, they managed to evacuate the wounded and the residents of District 12 from the most affected areas of the conflict. All efforts were focused on ensuring that no one was left behind, that every life was saved.

Once the evacuation was completed, Jacob gathered his people at a strategic point. He looked around, proud of his brave team. He knew they had overcome a significant challenge, but there was still much to be done.

"We are one step closer to cleansing this place," Jacob told them, his voice resonating with determination. "We have made sure our people are safe, and now it's time to strike with everything we've got. Let's show the Capitol and the peacekeepers what we're made of. We won't leave a stone unturned in our fight for freedom!"

A chorus of cheers and applause erupted among the rebels. The fire of resistance burned in their hearts, and they were ready to face any obstacle that stood in their way to liberation.

With renewed energy and fearlessness, Jacob led his group into the next phase of the battle. They knew the path would be difficult, but they were willing to give everything for the cause they believed in. Together, they advanced into an uncertain future, filled with hope and the promise of a better tomorrow.

"To the left, peacekeepers!" shouted Brutus after firing.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Bullets penetrated the peacekeepers' suits, and at least five were eliminated. Then, the rebels advancing through the streets began to shoot, taking out the rest.

Jacob's eyes narrowed with each explosion, adopting a much colder and determined mindset. He wasn't afraid of the gunfire, and even though he wasn't as skilled at shooting as the others, the peacekeepers, accustomed to shooting while standing, weren't too much of a challenge for them.

"Ahhh, my hand!"

But the things he was witnessing in this place, all that blood and pieces of bodies hanging from the people around him, warned him with each breath he took to be careful.

"[Enemies on the street to the right, ten targets, sir!]"

"Ten peacekeepers to the right, throw grenades!" Now, with his intelligent assistant supporting him, Jacob was confident in his victory.