Chronicles of a Travelling Soldier Part 3
P. Cornelius Scipio Africanus
*Written by me, of course. If you want to translate to Russian or something, please PM me a copy of it translated, and I will edit. Don't get my hopes up with ridiculous comments of translations.*
I looked up and smiled. Hundreds of Iranians, Turks, Brazilians, and Indonesians were converging around us. The Romanian army stood no chance. We charged at them, and charged, until we held a high point, with barricades and tanks. We waited.. and waited. Gunfire sometimes arose, calling on us to break up Romanian gunners.
I was impatient, occasionally setting out onto the road to shoot out the invaders. I saw Heymans walking there, again! He had 2 privates with him, ready to defend themselves. They carried pistols.. he had a large machine gun on him. I ran over to him and asked, "Scouting? Or is Mombassa gone again?"
He replied calmly, not to enthusiastically, " Nay he is here. We are giving him all our machine gun ammo, and wellness packs. We will wait for the Romanians to attack again."
And so I went on, noting famed leaders of my party. There was Jari Tuominen, shooting off enemy heads with a rifle. Running up beside him was Ziggard Vosk. No one else really, they were either prepping back in the capital, or something. Who knows what those leaders do!
Suddenly, I heard tanks, helicopters, even fighter jets. I looked above to see hordes of Romanians attacking. Firing off a couple shots, I began to run back. Buildings collapsed, their wood creating huge clouds of dust. A couple fighter jets crashed, creating a huge amount of fires around me. I saw him there, Heymans, as someone ran away from him. It looked like Creos, leader of the other side of the Russian Army.
I turned around and shot out the pilot of a helicopter, and then handed my rifle to someone else. I ran forward, and dropped into a hospital.
I got out quickly, feeling re-energized. Picking up a bazooka on the floor, I shot down a helicopter, and saw as one of it's propellors slammed into another copter, and both of them crashed near each other, but far enough as to not collide. It created a wall of debris and smoke. I coughed, and pulled out my cell phone. Dialing a # from turkey, my friend picked up quick
"What are you calling me for?!"
"Get here now, Romanian assault. Gotta go!"
I put the cell phone back in my pants, and then drop kicked the door in front of me. Shooting out the 3 romanian troops who had popped out of nowhere, I suddenly collapsed...
Comments
Well written
nice
voted
lol cell phoned turkey
your stories sound like a 13 year old's dream with no structure or pace in the story at all
also, you make it sound like mombassa is your lover
And the happy ending?
Let me finish the story:
"...and the romanians won."
Ş-am încălecat pe-o şa şi v-am spus povestea aşa