Soldado Romane & Geschichten

I told her. "Okay. So uhm. Getting my facts right, I found out that it says, which is very ridiculous to me ; THE SCHOOLING SOLDIER, or something like THE SCHOLAR WARRIOR. Whichever, but it means a soldier who goes to school, you know like a learned warrior. The word, "THE" is also very emphasized." Like a light bulb, the idea came to me, then I stood up from the infirmary bed, taking out the needle from my vein, still on my cannonner, I made for the door as I said to her.

"And what is their concern?" "They seek your presence," the soldier said then paused looking from Angus to Octavius as though weighing his next words. "According to them your, Majesty they have no king and have no wish to be ruled by a bastard king." The soldier was remorseful as he spoke these words. His name was Soldj and he pledged his loyalty to his king.

Miguel was cleaning his caliber 45 in his hut at their camp. That’s where he would live with the other soldiers. He felt like the gun is already a part of him. It was with him like forever. It was his partner way before he was still starting in the army up until now that he became an officer designated in this province. At the age of 28, he’s already successful with what he has achieved in the army. But he admits that it was not an easy road going to where he is now.

SA-2614 is a genetically modified weapon of war. A soldier—a super soldier— whose sole purpose in life is carrying out orders and achieving the objective. Anyone who stands in her way is just another casualty in her unending war with whoever her superiors deem as enemies of the colony. And one such casualty lies prone in front of her, writhing in pain and shock of the 15000 volts delivered from her shock stick. He was a civilian, just a civilian. But she would do whatever it takes to achieve the mission. Even if she needs to take out a citizen of the colony.

Aranjo put on his ears and after a calm state, Aranjo opened the window curtain of the stretcher. However, before he had time to open the curtain, the large curtain that was in front of him was roughly opened. A soldier in a suit of armor full of blood stared at him. The Warrior was not from the Danzou Kingdom, so Aranjo retreated his body. That means they were defeated by the enemy. The soldier looked at him with such passion that even the soldier seemed to swallow. Aranjo knows clearly the beauty and the beauty of his body that makes every eye stare in awe of him.

I shoot one after the other, on a rampage. He shakes his head vehemently. That bastard. How could he do this to his own son? I clench and unclench my fists. "When was this?" My heart accelerates to an erratic rhythm and it's as if he identifies the traitor before I do because it knows. It already knows the answer. The soldier grits his teeth. "10 or so years ago," he replies. My heart beats so loudly I'm afraid it will burst out of my chest, scared that every single man in this room will be able to hear it cry out. In victory, in defeat, in madness, and delight.

“YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO, YOU TRUNK OF A MAN!” A low, sinister chuckle leaves his lips at my lame insult, his wide shoulders shaking slowly at the motion. “My name is Santino Ricca.”

He suggested and I fumed, angry that I lost my grip on him. He noticed my foul mood and started talking again. "I'm a soldier in Nigeria if you don't know. During the Endsars saga, I lost a very good friend and I still thank God that I wasn't around to witnessed all that happened. It was really bloody and I hate bloody events," I chuckled at his fake show of strength. "Soldiers doesn't cower from fights. They fight head on. So if you ran away, then you are a big coward." I told him and he didn't look happy with my analogy.

Taking them, the soldier did a quick check. "We have some business with some soldiers in Zone 9," Rebecca says, "Recruitment." The soldier's eyes go wide, he gives us our IDs back. Turning around, he whispers and waves his hand. "Let them through," he orders, the chain-link gate slowly opening. "Thanks," Rebecca says, the soldiers stepping aside and letting us pass through. The gate closing, we went back to walking. "An exhausted soldier's favorite word is recruitment," Rebecca says, laughing a little. "It means less for him to do."

What he thought would be a knockout blow, however, caused no harm, as the soldier’s stomach was as tough as iron, and the brick was shattered to pieces and crumbled out of Ishida’s hand. “Haha, you child! You think that will do anything to a man with hard abs and a glorious six-pack like me? I’ll tell you something: I was a professional boxer before I joined the army— and one of the best in the country! I’ve won something like six gold medals using my rock-hard head to ram into my opponents and— YOUCH!!” While the man was boasting about himself, Rhina had handed another brick to Ishida and Ishida used it to whack the soldier’s tough head.