Army of the Damned

VOLUME 3 Chapter 9

The trip to the Combat Zone was a good five days. After being on transport trucks for so long, they finally reached the edge of the area of operations. The tanks and infantry fighting vehicles were unloaded and without wasting a second, quickly formed three large arrowhead formations of heavy and light armor.

"This is Hannibal to all callsigns, Operation start. I repeat, Operation start. Move towards the player city of Treitleze, eyes and ears out for any contacts. Over."

Paul was not really the type to be inside his tank, always preferring to be on the ground or looking out. Wearing the US Army Operational Camouflage Pattern(OCP), he proudly shows his Beret bearing four stars and a skull wearing a knight helmet. Alana on the other hand was boldly standing on top of the turret as the M1A2C Abrams that's speeding through the delapitated open fields, constantly being rocked by craters left by the bombings and missiles while the occasional metal part of a blown up war robot is crushed violently by the seventy ton tank.

The trip to Treitleze was eventful, jets and helicopters were constantly flying in all directions, the skies were filled with contrails of cruise missiles and high flying aircrafts that were hammering the machine army. Even far away, they could hear the nonstop explosions caused by the sheer gigantic amount of ordnance being dropped.

"Anvil to Hannibal, we're seeing multiple Romeo's on our Southeast. Over"

"Copy, if you have good eyes on them, you have the discretion to engage, over."

"Roger that. Anvil out."

Shots from cannons and autocannons are heard a few hundred meters to his right as Anvil engaged some attacking robots. Knowing they're starting to meet resistance, he awakens Bahamut who was sleeping on a small makeshift bed out of blankets next to the Commander's seat.

"Bahamut, wakey wakey. It's time to fight." The kitten size Dragon springs to life and nods. It opens its wings and flies out of the hatch, catching as much altitude as she can.

"Anvil, Tusk, this is Hannibal, we have one times friendly Black Dragon in the AO. Watch your fire, out."

"Anvil copies! Fucker bearing three six!" "SABOT UP!"

"Tusk copies."

The Vampress was not amused, still boldly standing on top of the turret and her dress swaying wildly as the main battle tank navigates through the scarred land, she squints her eyes and sees multiple Mark Is a mile away. Without evening saying a word, she leans forward and jumps.

"Holy shit." Paul muttered as the Vampire reached the thinly shaped sedan sized quadrupedal robots within a second. He had to go back in and see where she was through the Commander's Display Unit, a small tablet below his hatch that connected the Commander's Independent Thermal Viewer or CITV, nicknamed "R2D2" by the players due to its shape resembling the iconic Star Wars character.

Looking through the Thermals, all he could see was the hot Mark I robots firing their dual 30mm autocannons wildly as they tried to hit the Countess that was just teleporting and cutting their armoured legs open with her bare hands. Alana, being a Vampire, was not showing in the thermals due to her not having body heat. What he could see though, was her hands, extremely hot from all the slicing and dicing she's been doing.

"Tusk to Hannibal, we have eyes on about a hundred or even a thousand Mark Ones supported by Mark Twos a click to the North, requesting extra tanks, over."

"Negative Tusk, we have reptilian air support, keep up the constant fire and your eyes peeled on the skies."

"Copy that Hannibal, Tusk actual, out."