Chapter 23: FURY

*This chapter title is inspired by the movie of Brad Pitt and JohnBerntal. And the content too*

* Have you ever been in a Tank? A sort of big, giant, mechanical metal box that moves on its own without the help of any horse. The first time I saw one I said to myself * ....

-Are you kidding me ? * I Tell the youngster next door *.

* He was slow. Very slow, I fired through its armor with my service weapon and the bullet ricocheted inside hypphotetically killing the entire crew *.

- Looks like your thing is not working. * Friedich said *.

-Yes it is broke.

* I sounded stupid to scold a 13 year old kid for this kind of mistake but this kid didn't help us with lots of inventions of different acabis. I then saw him scrawled in the sand with a stick. He was all overexcited as if the setback he had just suffered hardly worried him *.

-Of course.

-What is obvious? * I asked *.

-This thing needs a turret. * Said Swan and Zell at the same time *.

-A what ?!

-A turret. * Swan repeat *. If I understood Zell correctly, the principle of the Tank is mobile artillery, right?

-Exact....

-So all there is to do is put armor on a cannon and roll it.

-In two words yes but ....

-I see, I think I have ideas to make your project a reality.

* Our first tank trip was memorable, it was a few months before they entered the military academy. Swan was the driver, Decken the gunner, Friedich was the machine gun. Zell and I co-lead the tank *.

-Yaaaaahoooooo

* I admit it was not driving very fast. 30km was already better than the 2 at the time of the previous one, but damn the feeling of Euphoria that I felt that day. I can't believe this machine came out of their kid's mind. And again Zell said it was the first in a long series. But that day against Seb, I was in what one could call the most successful of the battle tanks. We only had two copies, the only two copies of Tiger on this mountain, the only two tigers in the world *.

-Steinbeeeeerg.

-I'm waiting for you Kiiddooo.

* After screaming a lot I went back inside my tank where my crew was waiting for me *.

- Gentlemen, this is the moment of truth. Cannon in the axis.

-Cannon in the axis sir.

-FIRE

* The sound of the explosion was a delight to my ears. Both tanks opened fire at the same time and the shells flew at full speed. It was there that I noticed that Arianne was right in the line of fire *.

- Holy shit.

* But I saw a soldier hug her and throw himself to the ground. The two shells collided and deflected into the nearby buildings before exploding. I smiled more amused than relieved *.

-Tch. Missed.

-Nice shot Focker. *I said*. Hermann let him take a tour of the owner.

-Sir Yes Sir.

* Engine running we began to play cat and smile through the HQ as bullets and shells fired *.

-Cannon ready. * Announced my Loader *.

-FIRE.

* Our shell ricocheted off enemy armor and deflected it down our turret. I then heard an exhilarating and high-pitched noise like that of a scratching car *.

-Beautiful machine. * I screamed *.

- You said it Chief. * Aquiesca Herman *.

-Cannon ready sir.

-What already? But what are we waiting for. FIRE

* The second shot exploded just above the operator's station. I don't know why but seb's tank changed direction after that and started rolling full throttle towards the rails *.

-They cut each other, sir. * Said Herman *.

-And you are going to let them sow you?

-Heil, Nein sir.

-So go for it.

* We were far from the 30km / h at the start. We were going much faster, we were much lighter and more powerful. Seb slalomed between the tanks and sent shots where he was hiding between the buildings before replicating fiercely. We had a lot to be in steel machines our joust was like two men in armor in a joust on horseback *.

-I lost sight of him. * Said Focker *.

-Quentin. Reload.

- Already done chief.

-I see nothing either sir. * Said Herman peering in front of him *.

* I opened the hatch or stuck my head out to search. You will tell me it's dangerous, of course, but that's precisely why I did it. The fighting between infantry did not interest me I only focused on noise. And there I heard *.

-Move foward. * I screamed *.

* Herman stopped the tank just in time as the shell hit the front of our tank. I let out a reassured sigh and turned my head to my right. He had disappeared again. It was beautiful hide and seek but I was fed up *.

-Herman.

-Yes Boss.

-Machine above all. At 4 o'clock.

-Aye sir.

* He turned sharply and headed straight for the direction I had indicated to him *.

-But sir, there are barracks here. * Said Focker *.

-If they're still sleeping at this hour, they don't deserve to be in my army.

* The Tank slipped through the wall like butter. But still nothing. Impossible, my instinct cannot deceive me. Unless .... I turned my head around and found myself face to face with Seb. Our two tanks were in the opposite direction. Immediately and by pure reflex we each entered our tanks and we began to turn the gun turret crank to have the other in play. It was certainly the job of focker but for once I intended to finish it myself. I was spinning with all my might and I could feel it was on the other side. Unfortunately for him I was much faster *.

-FEUEEEEER

* The shell fired and the enemy tank caught fire. The youngsters in the Tank uttered a cry of joy *.

-We got them. Victory for the duchy bitch. * Said Quentin *.

-A bit of respect. * I say kicking him *. He was still a great warrior.

-Yes, but he was a No match for ....

-FEUEEEEER.

* A shell pierced the rear armor at close range and detonated the tank. The noise made my right ear hiss and I think I was bleeding too. Fortunately there was no major explosion otherwise we would all be .... Dead*

-Everyone is well ?

-Herman still alive sir.

-Focker too.

* Quentin's arm was right in line with the shell. His left arm had shattered and he was already losing a lot of blood. I took off the jacket and tore it with a knife before making him a garo *.

-I forbid you to die little motherfucker you hear me.

- Shit shit.

-Herman we can ride for how long? * I asked *.

- I don't know sir. 1 km?

-In this case go where I will tell you. Focker takes care of Quentin.

-But and you sir?

*I ? I got out of my tank and saw the hatch of the tank opposite open. Seb came out in flames and gave me a brief glance before jumping into the grass. He rolled around in it several times and I don't know how, but the little flame he had on him went away. I jumped in my turn before landing a few meters from him *.

- Looks like we both lost our mounts. * He said *.

* No sooner did he say that than mine started up. Herman was going to leave with the rest of the crew *.

- As much for me you are all alone there.

-Haha what arrogance. I like.

* I unsheathed my combat knife while his hand reached for the jacket. We began to walk slowly around each other, scrutinizing each other. The atmosphere around was childish, between the corpses the smoke the screams and the dead and yet we had a smile at the same time *.

-I suspected you can feel it .... The air of war.

*He had a surprised look which made me smile even more. I could feel his aura, he was like a predator ready to pounce on his prey. First surprised when he heard me speak about it, he immediately took out a gun and shot me. That said, I had to anticipate the shot and I positioned myself right outside the line of fire. The same with tanks but on a human scale. However, it was a reflex of the musket era. Immediately after avoiding the first shot I threw my knife in his direction which he caught in flight. I moved closer to him quickly and threw him to the ground with a judo grip*.

-Aaargh

* Without letting himself be distracted he threw me back with his leg and got up very quickly *.

-You are still keen for your age.

-It's not just my body that is lively. * I say waving his gun *.

* He felt himself and saw that I had wrested his only advantage over me. He smirked and drew his combat knife. This time he was really serious. No more traps, we were going to fight loyally *.

-Approach kid. * I announced *.

* He threw himself at me with his gun. Armed people tend to launch their first attack with this one ... But not Seb. The youngster was punching and kicking super quick. As soon as I counter attacked he took out the knife and forced me to restrain myself. He managed to cut me superficially several times and even make me back away. Chaining fists and kicks he was extremely focused on the fight but I wasn't going to let him. I blocked his arm with both hands and mowed him down so he fell, but he barely moved. His center of gravity was under control as well as his leg play. He stabbed me twice in the ribs with a sharp knife and gave me a lump in the head. I admit he got me. He breathed for a moment, but I immediately lifted him up with a smile on my lips *.

-Eh it's not over.

* I gave him a key blocking his head and giving him a powerful knee kick. He spat blood, the poor thing, but I don't care. I released him from his gun and punched him several times in the face before throwing him down into the forest *.

-Oh damn it hurts. It hurts like hell.

* Blood was still flowing but I felt fine. I jumped into the ravine and found Seb already on his feet and in position as a boxer *.

-Let yourself intoxicated by the air of war kid.

* I gave him several brutal and quick punches and he also did not let himself be taken down. The fight had reached such a level that none of us defended on the contrary, we were hammering each other with a bang even if our bones cracked *.

-You can feel it too, don't you, let it take you shit.

-You are crazy i swear. No one returns from the fog of war.

* I had my confirmation. Seb was like me. No, he had something more. A presence prevented him from disappearing, it held him back. And I had ... I felt like I was hitting a shield. An aegis? It is not Ares the God of war who supports him? *.

-Tch Impossible

* I kicked him that he easily avoided. I had been too predictable at the time and he punched a big punch in my injured rib. I was pissing more blood than he was sure, and his face why ... why he doesn't smile *.

-Do not fuck with me * I screamed *.

* I fell dead to the ground, the kid was a real monster. Stronger than me at the same age. Seeing him as good for combat, tactics and strategy filled me with joy. I straightened up again and stared at him with a disdainful look *.

-You don't take .... No pleasure in making war? * I asked *

-What ..... Are you really asking the question?

- ANSWER

* I started kicking in anger. Although there was no coordination he found it difficult to stop them *.

-Answer, answer me, ANSWER CRAP. Why, you who have the chance to go so far, you who can come back when you want. WHY....

-I...

- I also know someone ... Even if he is not aware of it, he also smells of war and lets himself be drunk by it but you ...

* My last blow broke his arm but let it be me I wanted to know *.

-Why....

-SHUT UUUUP

* Pissed off he hit me inside with his head before thrusting me violently against a tree. I immediately burst out laughing and blocked him before punching him several times in the face *.

-I saw what I wanted to see.

* This is where I had the unpleasant surprise to be lifted. By who ? Seb was on the ground and our fight was not over shit, the man who had lifted me threw me against a tree with Herculean force. I got up quickly, failing to have my skull crushed by his boot. He punched me several times that I had a hard time stopping, seeing the face of my assailant, my face gone *.

-And who was that .... Uncle Lino? * Zell asked me *.

- Without a doubt the leader of the rebels. A former soldier in our army and a very Fierce guy. Elias Rashford.

-Rashford? Unknown to the battalion. * Said Swan *.

-And it was he who put you in this state?

-Ha no no. We exchanged a few shots then Herman came back with a Half Truck while Quentin, despite his only arm, still shot the machine gun just as well.

- Damn there are only nuts among your men uncle. * Said Swan *.

-Brave kid. He got me out of there. The station was facing south and we were able to escape with the last freight train. It is full of the latest generation weapons from the Factory.

-And they have the Factory. * Fried recalled *.

-But we will know how to use it better than them. * Said Swan *.

-Do not underestimate Seb the young people. He is strong. Very strong.

-Surely. * Said little Lancell *. But we are even stronger. Thank you for your testimony Colonel Steinberg.

-General now.

-Hey? Zell wondered. But I thought ...

* When I got home I was diagnosed with quite a fracture and also I should walk with a cane from now on. In order not to lose face, the guys from the general staff stuck a medal on me and gave me an impossible promotion according to the military code *.

-Because of service to the nation you are honorably removed from your post. You will be reassigned to the rear. * Baldra announced *.

-Is that a joke? * I asked amazed *.

-No it's an order.

-FUCKING ASSHOLE ....

* I jumped up and spat on him. But that dark bastard didn't even blink *.

-We are old Lino, you ... Me. But above all you. Stay behind. And take advantage of the calm.

-I FUCK PEACE.

-In this case I have a proposal for you.

* Train young people. It was my new job. I was to become the godfather of a unit called Task Force Beowulf. Surely a crazy idea came out of Zell's * mind.

- By the way young people when I said that I had my answer ...

-Yes Uncle Lino?

-Seb .... He smiled. When he loaded me up he smiled. It was subtile and understated, but I saw it. This guy loves to see war more than I do. He must have been deeper in the fog.

* I walked over to Zell and put my hand on his shoulder *.

- Not everyone is capable of it. Beware of Seb and Elias. These two are monsters made in Elysion.

- Don't worry Uncle Lino. god, devil or demon I swear he will die.

* Zell too ... Zell can feel it too, but he's not aware of it at all. Don't get lost in the fog, kid *.

*To be continued*.