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Our new enemy has clearly not learned from our previous enemy, the Pony containment front. Being the cowards they are, they have decided to make a hospital at the edge of a Acrab city, their target. They broke into the hospital moderately equipped. Triggering a military responce immidiatly. Luckaly for our forces, they hed trouble penetrating the armor of professional soldiers. However they hed a big numbers advantage, which forced soldiers in reserve to shell the hospital with enemy forces. By that point, all civilians were evacuated but that also ment that no enemies could be taken prisoner and a substancial amount of resources hed to be spend to fully repair the hospital after the attack.

Now i was defending a small military base. The alarm rang as we were ordered to move to the base's only entrance. 10 soldiers in black uniforms came into the entrace and manage to shoot 8 of my comrades dead but to the suprise of the others working in the base. That was it. They only send 10 people after a lot of them got destroyed in that hospital. I was feeling tired from fighting, even if it was very short because i was injured. So i was send to infirmary to rest. So i did. I closed my eyes and rested confortably in the hospital bed while i was being treated.

Long time later...

I woke up in a seat of a truck. with four other gootraxian soldiers with me. While three other same trucks moved with us towards our battlefield. I blinked my eyes, disoriented from the sudden jolt I felt when I woke up. As my surroundings came into focus, I realized that I was seated in the back of an truck, a formidable vehicle imported by the central goverment from Nachmere. With its sturdy exterior, it provided us with the protection we needed in times of conflict.

Glancing around, I noticed my fellow soldiers, their expressions a mix of determination and alertness. The gravity of the situation hung heavily in the air, but we all shared the unspoken understanding that we had a duty to fulfill.

As the truck rumbled forward, I clenched my fists, the adrenaline coursing through my veins. The engine's roar filled my ears, drowning out any other sounds, amplifying the tension within me. I stole a quick glance outside, only to see three more moose trucks trailing behind us, their military insignias glinting in the sunlight.

We were all part of a coordinated assault team, strategically positioned for a joint attack on an enemy stronghold. The stakes were high, and success was imperative. Each truck carried within it a squad of highly trained Gootraxian soldiers, each with their unique skills and expertise. We were a force to be reckoned with.

As we advanced, the landscape transformed into a war-torn battleground—a bleak reminder of the conflicts that had plagued our world. The destruction and chaos weighed heavily on my mind, but I knew I couldn't let it distract me from the mission at hand. I focused my attention on the task ahead, mentally preparing myself for what lay ahead.

The radio crackled to life, the voice of our commanding officer filling the cabin. His voice was steady, radiating confidence and guidance. He reminded us of our objective, emphasizing the importance of coordination and unity. We listened intently, absorbing his words and drawing strength from his unwavering resolve.

In that moment, a profound sense of camaraderie enveloped our small group within the truck. Though we came from different backgrounds and had varying experiences, we were bound together by our shared purpose. We were soldiers, ready to fight for our people, for our home.

As the convoy of moose trucks continued its steady advance, I felt a strange mix of anxiety and anticipation. The battlefield awaited us, promising unknown challenges and perhaps even dire consequences. But I pushed those thoughts aside, focusing on the belief that our training, our determination, and our unity would see us through.

With a surge of adrenaline, I tightened my grip on my weapon, the familiar weight providing a sense of reassurance. I exchanged glances with my fellow soldiers, the unspoken bond between us fueling our determination. Together, we would face whatever awaited us on the battlefield and fight until the very end.

As the armored moose 640 truck trudged forward alongside its companions, my heart pounded with a potent mixture of fear and bravery. The time for action had arrived, and we couldn't afford to hold back. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the unknown, ready to unleash the full force of my Gootraxian spirit upon the battlefield that awaited us.

Suddenly i heard a an explosion and saw the front of our truck being destroyed. "Ambush!" yelled the driver. We officialy entered hostile territory in Holy Coalition of New Antarctica. I Opened the truck's door. I grabbed my rifle, with magazines containing syringes filled with assimilative goo. I was wearing my expensive improved Combined Tactical Vest. I see border control units from Ore res. They were shooting at us, so i shot back with my rifle. Those shot were paralized. they were lucky, because my comrades in the truck hed conventional firearms. We fought and i lost two comrades, the one driving and one who was a marksman. As we fought. An airship flew by to pick us up. A nearby trucked arrived to transport away the bagged supplies that our truck carried before it's engine was destroyed. Me with my comrade have escaped by an airship to a small port. Which we were suppose to take over and were given a medic bag and an ammo bag. We both hed the same expensive armor and managed to take it over. Even if only temporaly. I counted and can confirm that i paralized 259 enemies. However by the end of this mission they must have been transformed. I have no idea what happened to them after they were transfured, my guess is that they were left to die...

Three of us are send to a ammunition factory. Our objective is to take it over. I arrived with two other gootraxian soldiers assigned to the mission. We arrive and there was a light security to take care of. They weren't a problem. The problem was that we hed to fight off the units of units of Ore res's border control. The battle was tougher then last time. I lost all the comrades assigned to me on this mission. At least i manage to finish the rest of the mission solo without being captured or killed. I turned on the radio to inform my commander about my success and that there are paralized enemies mid transfurmation that need to be transported. It was supidly cold, even with a heated uniform that was under my armor. I was also almost out of syringes for my rifle. I was told by my commander that i support is on the way. Apparently i will be taking a train to my next destination, when someone who can drive a locomotive arrives to help me on the next assignment. I patroled for a little before going inside to get much needed heat...

Later we traveled by train to a town and found a building of strategic importance. So me, with other gootraxian soldiers have started destroying it. Ofcourse such action could not go unnoticed and we hed border control officers after us. We manage to hold ground inside the mostly destroyed building. The battle lasted so long that i ran out of syringes to shoot. However we still hed officers coming after us so we ran back towards the train that we arrived by. Running with heavy armor in freezing cold outside was awful but it was what we hed to do. I arrived in the train alive with everyone else but someone may have a scar after this ordeal. I was expecting our enemy to try to take out the train but we managed to get back to the ammunition factory that was captured earlier. We resupplied and chatted. Our higher up has decided that since there are wounded and paralized enemy units. They would be taken to a local hospital. So it was decided that we will travel a shorter distance by train. Locate a manhole of the town sewer system and try to sneak inside the local hospital...

We manage to sneek inside the hospital but people weren't blind and raised the alarm. I yelled at everyone to get on the ground. Most complied with few running away. We quickly searched the hospital and found where they were keeping the people undergoing transfurmation. We found them physicaly almost fully transfured but there were few who weren't paralized anymore and tried to attack us out of confusion. My armored comrade was knocked over so i went to help him. Only to also be knocked over by goopy paws. We hed to move fast as hostile forces came into the hospital. The resulting gunfire of our clash causing a lot of civilians to get cought in crossfire. The battle was long as we were carrying paralized bodies out of the hospital into the sewer. I ran out of ammo after paralizing 275 more enemy units. Our armor was still holding up but we were exhausted. The assaults of Ore res's border control, did stop. Giving us enough time to move through the stinking sewer system towards the train...

After this things were quite unexciting. I was send to regroup with other professional soldiers and start capturing more economicaly useful territory in Holy Coalition of New Antarctica. The cold here is brutal but survivable with heated clothes. I continued doing my job, using my rifle with goo filled syringes. After were were exhausted from combat. We hid inside a big heated building and chatted. We hed gourment carnivore rations with horison rosemary spice. I could over hear my comrades questioning why we went to fight on this frozen wasteland and i have to agree. The best answer we got so far was that it's for spreading gootraxians and to get favours from foreigners who are sympathethic towards us. To me this doesn't seem worth it since the terrain and climate is so awful. I hope we get to go home soon. It's really damm cold outside and getting whicles here and out is difficult. We also have medics taking care of the captured people who got transfured. They administered them a inteliboost serum each. They are recovering but will need psychological care and some education before they can be integrated into Anocratic empire.

After all the transfurs were taken care of, i felt tired. The medics decided that since took care of the newly transfured. They will do medical medical tests on me and others. In my case, they just wanted to quickly draw my latex to check for abnormalities. A medic applied a small amount of desinfectant and i feld a little sting of a needle. The filled syringe was withdrawn. "You are good to go Percy. You are doing good work out there." said the medic petting my shoulder. I walked out of the improvised hospital part of the building. And went back to chatting with my comrades who were hanging out next to heaters. We found out that the micro nation we just took over hed weird name "West104 sounds more like a regional designation then a state name." I say "I agree with you Percy, probably thats why those units who identified as working for Ore res defended this place instead of someone else." Said one of my comrades. A higher ranking soldier has walked up to our group saying "I need to tell you that our commanding officers have decided that we need to do a careful retreat." I hed a annoyed expression saying "Ah, that means we will have to travel in the freezing cold again. We aren't in position to argue. It's probably for the better, no more fighting in this frozen wasteland."

The retreat took a while but we haven't encountered any hostile forces on the way back. Thankfuly because we were quite exposed. We traveled towards the ocean where The teleportation back took place. Which was the reason we needed to retreat. There was no way to contact high command back home, so they imposed a deadline for a successful occupation. Since we didn't successfuly occupy the whole region. We need to get back where we were teleported originaly, when the costly to run teleportation device home is activated. In the end i got home with the rest of my comrades. We hed minimal casualties but that was expected. At least i got to shoot 1255 humans with assimilative goo. I also overheard that moral guides of Ignoble-harmonism will be send there to try to recruit some people to join us.