The war of the four nations

awaking in the trenches

Our story begins in a fantasy world, or rather, a world engulfed in war. Four warring nations vie for world domination, or what remains of it, in the final nuclear war.

In the trenches of the bloodstained battlefield, where death is easier than Breathing In a trench on the northern front, you can hear the teeth grinding of three children shivering from the cold as they calmly count their remaining bullets, but it's no secret that death lies outside the trench. Terrifying, incomprehensible, almost human-like sounds that make your knees tremble and you fall to the ground. Nina : "Damn it, I haven't eaten for two days. How long will this last?"
John : "Watch your bullets carefully. They won't give us any supplies until next week. That's all we have left."
Nina : "Is your back okay? The cut under your clothes looks awful."

John : "I'll be fine if he arrives."
The officer in charge of this battalion lights a cigarette, eagerly awaiting someone.

The faint sound of footsteps is heard, almost inaudible, followed by the sound of gunfire. Everyone in the trench ducks, alert. The footsteps draw closer, and everyone readies their weapons. The sound of bullets hitting the ground gets nearer. Something small jumps onto the trench.
A young boy, looking far too, appears, offering a greeting that puts everyone at ease. He then takes something out of his bag.

Max ​: "Sir! New coms unit-the old one is scrap. Front command says open fire the second you hear the engines overhead!."

The officer "Well done, go back to your post. Take this candy; it will help you."

He looks at him as he sits with his young friends in military uniforms that were never their size, but were sewn to fit them, his eyes filled with pain.

The soldiers awaited the officer's new orders, anxiously awaiting news from their commander who controlled the device.

The officer stands silent for a moment, then fires a shot towards the square, mined with nuclear monsters. Victory planes arrive like angels shimmering in the black sky of hell.

Under the sound of gunfire, the officer explains :"our mission is to secure the descent of the F.A.A there is no room for failure; it is our last lifeline. Give the Union everything you have "

The officer begins counting to exit the trench: 1, 2, 3
John :"here it comes"
The soldiers emerge to reveal a scene of mud, snow, blood, and scattered entrails piled on top of each other.

There is no room for surprise; it is the familiar sight.
The battalion prepares its weapons for a suicide engagement; the landing must be secured.For F.A.A Fierce fighting, men dying, children watching and advancing. Shoot every bullet you have, or you won't survive.

The soldiers are fighting, and our young soldiers are fighting alongside them. Everyone knows it's suicide, but they carry out orders Believing that the F.A.A. would save them
The sound of parachutes and the thud of boots on the muddy ground are heard.

Different uniforms, sharp gazes, advanced weapons-each with his own distinct presence and presence. It's strange; everything the soldiers fought for days ends in moments. A terrifying display of power from a single unit of dozens of soldiers.

A terrifying display of power, Our young soldiers stand silently, content with the terrifying performance of the unit that sacrificed so many soldiers to reach them. A breach of strong lines, impeccable organization, brutal yet professional fighting, tanks destroyed, monsters decimated, artillery wiped out.