Soldado の小説・ストーリー

(Veteran Association Adventurer Old man) As he said these, Aeternum military, that everyone always seen as friendly and not at all threatening, suddenly have a very stark difference on them. No longer there was a face of smiles and calming instead. Every single one of the soldier wears their serious face, and it was very visible to everyone that they were all covered with thick killing aura and showing to all that lays their eyes on them, that not a single soldier were lower than a Tier 2. every single of Aeternum soldiers is a Tiered fighters, which even the greatest army of these world has never been able to achieved. The young ones were shocked and at the same time, all the foreign force

Soldier Fred The gears were smaller, and yet our weapons were the same. They may be kids, but surely, the soldier doesn't see them as invalids. Beside's Fred knew, being a newly conscripted soldier, that they don't really have that much of a gap when it comes to military knowledge. He saw the first one who woke up. She folded her sleeping bag and slid it inside her gear. Noticing that he was looking at her, she approached him. She looked up the tree and called.

The senators, unaware of Alcides' presence, looked on with a mix of fear and anticipation. With precision and swiftness, Alcides closed the gap between himself and the soldier. A dagger gleamed in his hand as he struck with lethal intent. The blade found its mark, sinking into the soldier's back. Alcides, quick to prevent any outcry, clasped his hand over the soldier's mouth, muffling any potential noise.

The Black Hawk skimmed low over the Saudi desert, its rotors slicing the midnight air into ribbons. No lights. No chatter. Just darkness and wind—and the occasional hiss of static in the team’s earpieces. The world outside the open door was an ocean of black dunes, luminous only through the phantom green of NVGs: a drowned, prehistoric seabed frozen in waves of bone. Inside, six soldiers sat in silence, faces painted, eyes locked forward. Ghost Team. SASR.

Sorin said as his lips threatened to break open into another grin. "Sheesh you don't even know how useful this weapon you uncultured swine.! Just ask Eugene he will tell you just how useful this weapon is!" Eira huffs out defiantly. "Who?? Who is this E-Eugen??" Sorin asks confused. "Not Eugen it's Eugene, you know the dashing bandit who's nose always ends up getting skewered on the wanted posters?" Eira says as she looked at him if he understood. Sorin still looked confused.

Beto nodded and led the group inside. There was a soldier who just came out of a certain doorway. He had his helm off and Jai could see that he was quite young. He was holding a wooden cup, that’s most likely to be water, in one hand while the other was holding his helmet. He immediately returned to the desk when he saw them. “Good day. Do you have any business in the Eastern Military Post?” He put his wooden cup and helm on the desk and pulled out a big book. “Hmm. You look like adventurers.”

“Yes, sir.” “Bloody Picts, they ravaged and burnt it beyond our ability to recover.” Hands flipped the horizontal soldier over. “Yes, he’s breathing, sir. First one we’ve found in the territory.” The hoof beats stopped nearby, but the eyes of the soldier didn’t open. “By the gods, look at him, covered in blood and filth, his shield broken and no sword.” Many hands shook him. “Come on, soldier.” A voice commanded, “State your name and rank, soldier.”

Enzo’s soldiers fought with precision, taking down enemies with calculated efficiency. Enzo’s eyes were sharp, scanning every movement, anticipating attacks, and countering with brutal effectiveness. A soldier lunged from the shadows with a knife aimed for his side, but Enzo pivoted, grabbed the man by the wrist, and slammed him into the ground. The soldier tried to rise, but Enzo’s boot pinned him, the rifle’s butt connecting with the back of his skull until he went still. There was no hesitation. There could be no hesitation.

The noise had been deafening. Metal against metal, flesh against flesh, shield against shield. And over it all, the battle cries of warriors lost to bloodlust and determination to kill or be killed. Brand had forgotten what it felt like – the all-consuming need for the blood of his enemies to be spilled on the ground at his feet.

He’s always been ambitious and driven to succeed. Callie’s eyes widened in astonishment as the young soldiers continued to regale her with tales of Elias’s heroic feats. Each story painted a picture of a fearless and skilled soldier, one who had faced danger head-on and emerged victorious. ‘No way! Elias did all that?’ Callie exclaimed, her soft-spoken voice tinged with awe. Mike, the soldier who seemed to know Elias best, nodded with a proud grin. ‘You bet! He’s a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield. Ever since he joined the army, the general has been proving himself time and time again.’