Chapter 6: The Private Executioner Army

The commander reported to Draven about the incident in Region 19, where someone had stolen their resources and taken over the outpost. Draven, in a fit of rage, punched the table and exclaimed, "Damn, those soldiers! Fuck!" He then ordered the commander, "Bring me the fucking leader in Region 19! Now!" The commander hurried to summon the leader, while Draven stood up from his chair, looking out the window. His reflection showed a face wrapped in anger and a murderous expression. He waited impatiently for the leader to arrive.

After a few moments, the commander returned with the leader of Region 19. As the leader stood before him, Draven ordered the commander to leave and close the door. Once the commander had left, Draven opened his desk drawer and retrieved his M1911 pistol. He approached the leader, gun in hand. "The commander reported to me that Region 19's resources were stolen and the outpost was conquered by those fucking Jackals army," Draven said, his voice dripping with venom. "What the fuck were you doing there?! Watching some woman naked dancing in front of you!? Fucking and licking some pussy!? What the fuck, man!"

Unable to control his anger, Draven began to beat the leader, leaving him bruised and bleeding. "You motherfucker!" he screamed. He aimed the pistol at the leader's head and said, "I hate those fucking leaders who only seek for pussy. Get the fuck...!" The leader, frightened and defeated, had no choice but to accept his fate. Draven pulled the trigger, and the leader's head exploded in a spray of blood.

After killing the leader, Draven called for janitors to clean up the blood and remove the body. Once the room was cleaned, Draven went to the balcony and ordered all his troops to form into groups. As the troops assembled, Draven began to speak to them. "Starting tomorrow, my soldiers, the march of the Executioner Army will begin at exactly 12 pm, after the tanks and more choppers are imported. Those who come late will be locked in a small cage and burned alive."

After making his announcement, Draven ordered three helicopters to scan the island daily. This directive meant that any threats, including innocent civilians, would be exterminated. This was the order of the murderous dictator, Draven Grimlock, the highest leader of the Executioner Army. The checkpoints would no longer be just checkpoints but would involve guarding every road in every region.

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The next day, the soldiers were busy preparing for the march. Tanks were being refueled and armed, while helicopters hovered overhead, scanning for any potential threats. Draven walked among his troops, inspecting their preparations with a critical eye. He barked orders, ensuring everything was in place for the march.

In the barracks, soldiers whispered among themselves about the harsh punishments Draven had announced. Fear and tension were palpable, but they knew better than to disobey. As noon approached, the troops were lined up and ready, their faces set in grim determination.

At exactly 12 pm, Draven stood before his assembled army, a menacing figure of authority. "Today, we begin our full conquest of this island," he declared. "There will be no mercy for those who stand in our way. You are the Executioner Army, and you will carry out my orders without question. Do not forget the consequences of failure."

The soldiers responded with a loud, unified roar, their loyalty to Draven unwavering despite their fear. The march began with tanks rolling out, followed by infantry and choppers overhead. The Executioner Army moved as a single, unstoppable force, ready to crush any resistance.

As they advanced, the soldiers maintained a tight formation, their eyes scanning the landscape for any signs of the enemy. The first target was a small village in Region 20, known for its resistance against Draven's rule. The villagers had managed to fend off several attacks, but they were no match for the full might of the Executioner Army.

The village was soon under siege, with tanks firing upon the flimsy defenses and soldiers storming in. The villagers fought bravely but were quickly overwhelmed. The choppers provided aerial support, raining bullets down on anyone who tried to escape. Within hours, the village was reduced to rubble, its inhabitants either dead or captured.

Draven watched the carnage from his command vehicle, a twisted smile on his face. "This is just the beginning," he thought. "Soon, the entire island will bow to my rule."

The march continued, with the Executioner Army leaving a trail of destruction in its wake. The soldiers, driven by fear and loyalty, carried out Draven's orders with ruthless efficiency. Innocent civilians were caught in the crossfire, their lives shattered by the relentless advance.

As night fell, the army set up camp, preparing for the next day's assault. Draven called a meeting with his top commanders, laying out his plans for the coming days. "We will not stop until every region is under our control," he declared. "Failure is not an option."

The commanders nodded, their faces grim. They knew what was at stake and what would happen if they disappointed Draven. The next morning, the march resumed, the soldiers steeling themselves for another day of bloodshed.

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By the end of the week, several regions had fallen to the Executioner Army. Draven's grip on the island tightened with each passing day. His soldiers, though weary, continued to fight with brutal determination. They knew that any sign of weakness would be met with severe punishment.

Draven, pleased with their progress, began to plan the final stages of his conquest. He knew that there were still pockets of resistance, but he was confident that his army would crush them. The island would be his, and anyone who dared to oppose him would face the full wrath of the Executioner Army.

As the march continued, the island's inhabitants lived in constant fear, their lives hanging by a thread. Draven's name became synonymous with terror, a reminder of the brutal dictator who ruled with an iron fist. But even in the darkest times, whispers of rebellion persisted, a glimmer of hope for those who longed for freedom.

And so, the march of the Executioner Army went on, leaving a trail of death and destruction. The island trembled under Draven's rule, but the spirit of resistance, though battered, refused to be extinguished.

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Hunter heard a shout echoing through Moore's town. It was an urgent call for preparation. He quickly went outside, with Sarah following closely behind. Spotting the commotion, Hunter approached a frantic man and asked, "What is it?"

"The Private Executioner Army is conquering the whole island," the man replied hurriedly.

Hunter, unfamiliar with this term, pressed for more information. "What the heck is the Private Executioner Army?" he asked, but the man was in too much of a hurry to answer and rushed off.

Sarah, overhearing the question, filled in the details. "That's Grimlock's army. It's called the Private Executioner Army."

Their conversation was cut short by the ominous sounds of helicopters, vehicles, and tanks approaching. Realizing the gravity of the situation, Hunter sprang into action. He called out to the civilians and the small army, "Everybody listen up! Before it's too late, we have to escape now!"

Sarah, concerned about their mission, interrupted, "What about your mission to kill Draven Grimlock?"

Hunter took a deep breath. "It's not the time. For now, this is Grimlock's victory. The rise of the Private Executioner Army. We don't have enough power to fight them."

He turned back to the crowd, "We have to go now and find a safe place where no one can catch us."

Sarah approached him with a suggestion, "I know a safe place, somewhere on the shore. Maybe in Region 4 or 3. There's a cave there, and I'm pretty sure we'll be safe."

Hunter considered her proposal and nodded. "Hm, that's not bad. Are you sure the Executioner Army doesn't know about that place?"

Sarah answered confidently, "Yes."

Trusting her, Hunter instructed Sarah to lead the way. "Let's move! We don't have much time for chatting!" she exclaimed.

The group quickly piled into their vehicles to escape the town. Before joining Sarah in the car, Hunter commanded, "Stay put in the car, Sarah."

"Where are you going, Hunter?" Sarah asked, frustrated.

"Just wait there!" Hunter replied, rushing off.

Sarah smacked the steering wheel in frustration. "Damn, this Hunter."

Hunter sprinted to the big house where Moore was usually found. He burst inside and made his way to Moore's usual room. But as he opened the door, he was met with an empty room. "Moore, we have to—" he started, but trailed off when he realized Moore was not there.

Confused and concerned, Hunter checked every room in the house, but Moore was nowhere to be found. "Where is he?" Hunter muttered to himself.

Returning to the vehicle, Hunter reported to Sarah, "He's not here. I wonder where he is."

Sarah, sensing the urgency, responded, "Ignore Moore for now, Hunter. We don't have time. We have to go."

Hunter glanced at the civilians in their vehicles, their faces filled with fear. He knew they couldn't wait any longer. He climbed into the vehicle with Sarah and commanded, "Let's go."

They sped away from Moore's town, Sarah leading the convoy. The sound of the helicopters and tanks grew fainter as they drove towards the shore. Sarah expertly navigated the regions, avoiding main roads to reduce the risk of being spotted.

After what felt like hours, they reached the base of a mountain near the sea. Sarah stopped the vehicle and pointed to a hidden path. "This way," she said, leading the group on foot through the dense forest.

The path was narrow and treacherous, but Sarah knew it well. After a tense hike, they finally reached a secluded cave hidden behind a waterfall. It was the perfect refuge.

"We made it," Hunter said, relieved.

The civilians and small army members settled into the cave, grateful for a moment of safety. Hunter stood at the cave entrance, looking out at the sea. The threat of the Private Executioner Army loomed large, but for now, they had found a temporary haven.

"We'll rest here for now," Hunter said to Sarah. "But we need to start planning our next move. We can't hide forever."

Sarah nodded in agreement. "We'll figure it out. For now, let's make sure everyone is safe and has what they need."

Hunter and Sarah began organizing the group, ensuring everyone was accounted for and had enough supplies. The cave was spacious enough to accommodate them all, and the sound of the waterfall provided a soothing backdrop.

As night fell, Hunter and Sarah kept watch at the cave entrance. The journey had been exhausting, but they knew this was just the beginning of their struggle against Grimlock and his Private Executioner Army. They had to stay vigilant and prepare for whatever challenges lay ahead.