Soldier Corielius Saga III: First Deployment

The training had to wait. The motherland calls, and we answer cried my comrades in the tasca.

Like firemen called to the field, everyone quickly grabbed their gear, taking jets, tanks, snipers and full kevlars and started shoving off. I was pointed to a box in the back with some leftover shredded armor and a knife.

But i was not alone. With me many others who were also scared and confused had the same kind of "gear".

Is this some sort of weird praxe? Nah, said the Minister of Defense himself, this is how you learn.

We marched to the Mountains of Montejunto, over the plains and hills of Aljubarrota where we once kicked ass so hard we founded an empire that spanned the world, we even had https://app.warera.io/user/6a07b04a844be421be5a6c91 at our side, a veteran from that war! Her bread was amazing and the stories kept the malta jolly while we walked into our first warzone.

BOOM. BOOM.

The sound of hundreds of marching men replaced by that of one single terrible sound, like the footfalls of Adamastor himself, except he was also on our side. Who can even resist the might of the storm? Who are we fighting?

The march turned to a jog and to a charge. Once we got over the final Hill we saw them, the enemy was deeply entreched in what seemed like a mockery of the Maginot line. Had the belgians actually invented the Maginot and the french stole the ideia? Like with the potatoes?

Men shouted their battle cries and off they went, as something fell right beside me, and blew me away.

Had i been struck? What is that iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii? Where is the white of death?

I felt like all my hangovers where coming back to me all at once. My head hurt pa caralho, but i could feel i was still whole. And after double checking the family jewels i got up and re joined the charge.

The belgians fought hard, but we fought harder, we got prepared for this ever since we first heard our anthem. To the fires of battle, to the anvil of war! The portuguese know that to march towards cannon fire is to march for victory, and with armor support the butterknife regiment managed to eat break through their engineous shields and strike deep into their positions!

Once all was said and done, the newbies cried out in victory until an enormous sign hovered in the sky

ROUND 2