War Puppet
In the history of this continent, behind the peace and tranquility on the surface there are actually hidden a number of unknown wounds. Wars, countless wars, infinite wars.
Enemies, battles, the blood of countless people created this scarred land, even now the war is basically over, there are still firefights in the conflict zone, these are the main warring factions of the people in the last small camp in this road, but also sporadic armed men who were the last place of resistance.
Some people, born for war, only domination, can satisfy their twisted desires, they do not want peace, only want to exclude others.
Leidenschaftlich is where this story begins, a country that has been dominated and invaded many times, but at the same time, it has adapted to the flames of war, endless fire, hail of bullets, and the power to drive others from home they!
Until finally, Leidenschaftlich, with its brave soldiers and weapons and equipment baptized by countless wars, gradually grew into the most famous military country in the world, where the people loved peace, never and never feared war which is aggressive, and where almost every family loses fathers, sons, and loved ones to war, which is peace, strength, and tranquility exchanged for blood.
One of these families, the Bougainvillea family, is a family that has contributed countless military forces to this country, and is the most prestigious family in Leiden. Boys born here would either die in battle and return to their homeland, or become military officers and defend their country.
The family considered a national hero is full of loyalists.
And it was in the midst of the war that the poor and immaculate mannequin, the mannequin stained with the black stains of war, the mannequin of the feared enemy killer, met one of the heirs of this family, Major Gilbert Bougainvillea.
"Picked it up in the eastern theater of war as a gift for a long lost meeting."
"...I am my brother."
The blond and ragged haired figure was thrown before the man in front of him.
Dietfried Navy Commander Bougainvillea, perfect inheritance of the war bloodline of the Bougainvillea family, long and slender black hair like a woman, green pupils, slender body wearing a special navy uniform, epaulettes on the shoulders glittering with three dazzling gold stars, and on behind his firm eyes, there was no anger.
"Yo, Gilbert, we haven't seen each other for a long time. How have you been lately...?"
Dietfried sneered and looked at the short-haired man in front of him.
"Congratulations on your promotion... Your Excellency Major, my brother."
The man raised his head, a pair of emerald-like eyes flickered with an eerie green light, and those war-worn eyes became deep and cold.
He looked at the young girl who fell on the ground and said coldly.
"Why are there children on the battlefield."
"What's strange, the Red Cross in our war zone also has a thirteen year old military doctor, and at only thirteen years old, she is already a sergeant major of the allied forces, her medical skills are very famous, the teacher who taught her the art of healing died in under a grenade, and she stood on his own feet early after the death of his benefactor, taking the place of his teacher, and saving many injured people, no one knew the child's origins, and only knew his name."
Major Dietfried took his pipe and pulled heavily.
"Aetil Gardenia."
"Everyone calls her a hero."
The major was silent for a moment, his tone sounding slightly relieved.
"Fortunately, she is on our side, although she remained neutral, she swore an oath before the flag and God, if she were on our side, this battle, I'm afraid, would be much more difficult to fight. More soldiers have been saved in his hands than the two of us shot down."
"I saw it with my own eyes, when she saved a soldier whose throat was slit, even though everyone advised him to surrender, she still personally handed over as much blood as one Dazza beer. Although the soldier didn't succeed in the end, after that time, almost everyone The injured wanted to be treated by Aetil, and even gave her all the precious chocolates in limited quantities that the troops had issued to each of them to supplement their strength and nutrition."
Dietfried kicked the blonde girl to the ground.
"I would have sent this to the Red Cross, to Aetil, but the fact that she survived the rigors of war shows that, well, she deserved it."
Gilbert heard this and immediately replied to his brother!
"Do you want her to be like us?!"
"Why not!?"
Dietfried snorted coldly.
"Now that the battle is urgent and we have not yet won a decisive victory, every available soldier we have, we must utilize."
While grabbing the blonde girl's hair, Dietfried said indifferently.
"Hey, wake up."
"This young girl has no name, and has been referred to as "you"."
A hand pressed the girl's head down.
"Hey, say hello."
Gilbert hurriedly hugged the girl tightly.
"Don't be so harsh on the kid!"
"Brother, he is not a child, but a weapon. He is just a tool for fighting, so if you don't want him, please throw him away."
Gilbert hugged the young girl tightly, protecting her head in his arms.
"No, I will adopt him."
"You and I both know that our lives are at stake, that we could die at any time, and that if you take pity on him, he will be a burden to you on the battlefield, and could even get you killed. You have to train him, train him to be a war puppet. "
Dietfried put out his pipe with a sigh and slowly raised his gun.
"As much as anything will happen, I'd rather shoot him now."
"Wait!"
Gilbert stopped his brother in his tracks, and Dietfried, seeing his brother soften, added.
"Or you could send him to the Red Cross, that Aetil, who prefers to take in the victims of this war, and instead of taking them in, they take a little of their own. She already has a lot of seriously injured soldiers and casualties to her name, no less ."
"But I think if we have angels in the army who heal and save, then we also need demons who kill enemies."
Dietfried crouched, his tone and words seemed to have some kind of magic, cruel but powerful, convincing people to follow him and die for him. His hair, like a woman's hair, did not detract from the majesty of his position as Navy Commander.
"I'm not saying this for no reason, let me tell you about the time I picked him up."
"At that time, the war was in full swing and I was leading troops on an infiltration mission behind enemy lines, when we reached the enemy's position, the danger was very much. With just a breeze, we could be surrounded at any time, leading to the total destruction of the troops we."
"Just when our nerves were on high alert, I suddenly felt a line of sight, I raised my head across the battle line just in time to see this kid's sapphire-like eyes, at that moment, we knew that she would expose our target at any time, so we have no choice but to kill her."
"When my soldiers approached her, they realized that his feet were full of enemy corpses, and judging from the wounds on the corpses, the killings were very expertly executed, and almost all of them were one-shot kills. I just wanted them to retreat, but it was too late, this young girl approached like a ghostly apparition, using an old sword killing my men on the front lines in a short time, we didn't dare shoot, but even if we could, I think it would be too late to draw a weapon and pull the bolt."
"In just less than a quarter of an hour, my troops were almost completely wiped out, and at that time, when I drew my gun and was ready to make a final stand, that young girl was just squatting over the corpses of our soldiers, rummaging through their dry rations to eat. Also just because of a bag of dry rations, our special operations troops were killed by him, even I thought that I would meet God."
"Then I showed my good intentions, and this young girl seemed to understand my intentions, and instead of attacking me, she helped me in the infiltration mission, and a powerful attack, and I was surprised by her fighting ability, as if she was born with the ability That."
"He is the most powerful weapon of all."