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A different branch of history, the cold war isn't so cold here, Russia has decided to advance upon the Middle East in hopes to conquer it in the name of the Motherland. Mother Russia has also chosen to spare the Catholics from the gulag, in terms of joining the military to take over the middle east for a final 10th Crusade. A young agnostic man by the name of Josephy has decided to join the ranks for a chance of more rations, and a way out of the cold embrace of Mother Russia. (Book discontinued on this platform) No contract has been signed over this book all rights reserved to author.

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All This and for What

A blaze of fire burst through the panel singeing the co-pilot to a charcoal crisp, the red sirens went off in a loud blare of ear piercing noise. The main pilot grabs onto the radio speaker.

"Mayday, mayday! I repeat mayday! Our Angel Craft has taken maximum damage! Clear any ground troops at mark 3.02-".

The burly pilot cut short by another blast of fire and shrapnel tearing him to shreds nearly gouging the young man behind him.

No older than 18, clad in the Crusaders Motherland garb with a finned copper helm and black visor just as his comrades before him. The only man not smoldering to a crisp.

The young man with his back to the wall holding onto anything and everything. As the craft swirled down to an inevitable crash of hell fire and desert sand. His teeth grit tight, he braced for an impact to occur at any moment now.

The young man looked side to side upon his fallen comrades strapped in their seats and thought to himself:

"How? How did it come to this?"

The radio com-system still barely functioning with a thick Russian accent could hardly be made out.

"Angelcraft 7?! Co- in! Do y- read A- 7?"

The Angel Craft reaching closer and closer to the inevitable. Tears ran down the young mans' face.

"All I wanted was a little more food, that wasn't so much to ask for was it? I suppose it was, wasn't it?"

The Angel Craft crashed into the desert mounds outside the walls of a ruined desert city. Surrounded by Russian infantry, tanks, jeeps, and the mighty Angel Crafts in the sky.

Laying in the hot desert sand next to the ruined aircraft and chard corpses was the same boy half awake. His copper helm in shambles next to him, exposing his dirty blond hair with hazel eyes, his face no longer pure and white like the snow of Mother Russia now covered with black soot and not just his own blood.

Standing up slowly to ensure no broken bones, the handsome young man looks to his surroundings, soldiers off in the distance firing some form of crackling electricity towards other soldiers. In what could be made out as green camouflage uniforms. The young man takes another look around his feet and surrounding for anything that could aid him from here on out. Nothing to scavenge from the crash.

With his military issued sword to his hip, a rifle slung over his shoulder, and a limp in his step the rugged lad sets off towards the city; of Jerusalem.

Each limp and a gasp for air the tattered young man repeated to himself. "He might be in the city, he might be in the city, he might be in the city".

Hey everyone! Sorry for such a short first chapter. I felt it was important to keep this one short to bring y'all right into the story.

I hope you've enjoyed it so far, if you'd like, keep reading, I want you to enjoy what I got to offer you. : )

Update: Jan. 28 2022

Well, I've decided to take this book off webnovel for personal reasons.

To those that saved the book and would like to finish reading it, don't worry, it'll be out again soon.

To those that saved the book and finished reading it, thank you for taking a chance on my work and taking the time to read what I have to say.

This has truly been a blessing to begin my journey as a writer.

Thank you Crusader.

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