PLATOON FIVE SQUAD THREE

After a few hours, all the Beserker members gathered around the HQ, standing before massive display screens. The anticipation in the air was electric—the president of the organisation was about to address them regarding the war.

The screens flickered to life, revealing the imposing figure of the president. His eyes burned with determination as he looked over his people. Then, in a thunderous voice, he spoke.

"Brothers and sisters of Nordia! The time has come to reclaim what is rightfully ours. Centuries ago, our ancestors ruled over one great nation, a land undivided, strong and whole. But over time, the wild animals of Delria tore it apart, claiming independence, weakening our power, and spreading chaos. No more!"

A wave of cheers erupted, but the president raised his hand, demanding silence before continuing.

"This war is not just about revenge—it is about destiny! It is about restoring Nordia's true glory. We are the rightful rulers of this land, the strongest warriors in the world! We will conquer Delria, crush their resistance, and unite the nation once more under Nordian rule. Their forests, their lands, their people will bow before us! We will not stop until we stand victorious, just as our ancestors did before us!"

The HQ roared with deafening cheers, fists pumping in the air as the energy of war surged through every Beserker present.

The president's eyes darkened with resolve. "Now, report to your individual squads for briefings on your roles. Prepare yourselves. We march toward history."

The screens cut off, but the echoes of the cheers continued to shake the very walls of the Beserker HQ. War was on the horizon.

Who would have thought we'd be fighting a war just as we joined the organisation," Zakaria muttered as he walked beside Lara toward their designated briefing room.

Lara sighed. "I know, right? But that's life. Let's just make sure we have each other's backs out there."

Zakaria clenched his fists. "I hate that we're in the 5th platoon. I know I'm strong enough to be in at least platoon 3."

Lara nudged him. "That might be true, but this is a great opportunity for us to prove ourselves. If we perform well, we're sure to get promoted after the war."

Zakaria exhaled through his nose, nodding. "Yeah, you're right. At your older sister is leading this platoon. She's a tactical genius. I wouldn't be surprised if we outperform all the others."

"You can say that again," Lara said with a grin.

They finally arrived at their briefing room, where the other six squad members were already seated. At the front stood two individuals—one with a confident stance, arms crossed over his chest, and another with a sharp gaze that immediately commanded respect.

"Welcome," the first man said. "I'm Zeke, the captain of Platoon 5, Squad 3. This here is Zura, my vice captain."

Zura gave them all a brief nod before Zeke continued. "Platoon 5 has been assigned a crucial mission in this war: we will be targeting the enemy's supply chains in the east."

The squad listened attentively as Zeke's expression turned serious.

"The reason this is vital is simple—without supplies, the enemy can't sustain their forces. If we cut off their food, weapons, and medical resources, we weaken them before the main assault even begins. Delria already has fewer troops than us, but they have strong defenses. If they can't keep their soldiers fed or armed, they'll crumble before the battle even truly starts."

Zura spoke up, her voice sharp and precise. "This is not just a side mission—it's the backbone of our success. If we fail, the enemy will have everything they need to hold the front lines against us. But if we succeed, we'll bleed them dry before the real battle begins."

Zakaria smirked. "Sounds like our job is more important than I thought."

Zeke grinned. "Exactly. Now, let's go over the details."

Zeke leaned forward, placing a map on the table. He pointed to a marked location deep in Delria's eastern territory.

"Our squad has been assigned a high-priority target: the primary supply outpost just beyond the Kuran Hills. This outpost is a crucial distribution hub for Delria's forces. It holds stockpiles of weapons, rations, and medical supplies. If we take it out, it will cripple their ability to sustain their defenses on the front lines."

Zura stepped in, her voice cold and calculated. "The outpost is heavily guarded, but not impenetrable. The main security force consists of around thirty armed guards—mostly stationed along the perimeter and the storage areas. However, our intelligence suggests that the majority of their reinforcements are currently stationed near the western border, preparing for an expected frontal attack. This gives us a window of opportunity."

Zeke nodded. "We'll split into two teams. Team One will create a distraction at the northern gate, drawing enemy attention. Team Two, the infiltration team, will sneak in from the southern ridge, disable the watchtowers, and plant explosives on the supply caches."

Zakaria's eyes lit up. "Who's on which team?"

Zura glanced at her notes before looking at them. "Zakaria, Lara, myself, and two others—Reno and Kade—will be in the infiltration team. Our job is to enter unnoticed, eliminate guards swiftly, and plant the explosives."

Zeke smirked. "That leaves me, Jin, Varis, and Mira on the distraction team. Our job is to make enough noise to pull as many guards as possible away from the supply caches. We'll make it look like a full-scale attack, forcing them to redirect their attention."

Lara crossed her arms. "What's the exit plan?"

Zura pointed to a narrow river path marked on the map. "Once the explosives are planted, we retreat through here. There's an abandoned watchtower about a mile away. It'll serve as our rendezvous point before we return to base."

Zeke's eyes hardened. "Remember, timing is everything. If we move too soon or too late, we'll be caught in the crossfire. The success of this mission directly impacts the main assault. We are the blade that cuts off their lifeline before the real battle even begins."

Zakaria grinned. "Finally, a mission worthy of our strength."

Zura's sharp eyes met his. "Don't get cocky. This isn't about proving yourself—it's about getting the job done."

Zeke clapped his hands together. "Get some rest. We leave at dawn."

Lara said, "But wait, how are we just meant to waltz right into Delria? There's a border, you know. They'll be heavily guarded—crossing will be difficult."

Zeke smirked. "The other platoons will be dealing with that. By the time we deploy, there should be enough chaos for us to slip through."

Zakaria scoffed. "Lara, you've forgotten already. That bomb is gonna create so much chaos."

"Oh yeah… my bad," Lara said, shaking her head.

Zura, the vice-captain, leaned forward, resting her hands on the table. "That's right. The initial strike will hit them hard, and their forces will be scrambling to respond. While they're focused on the front lines, we'll move in from the east, cutting off their supply chains. That means no reinforcements, no food, no weapons. If we execute this properly, Delria's forces won't last long."

Zeke nodded. "This mission is crucial. A war isn't won by brute strength alone—it's won by strategy. Our job is to starve them of their resources while the rest of our forces push forward. If we can take out their key supply routes, they won't be able to sustain a prolonged fight."

Zakaria cracked his knuckles. "So we're basically gonna make their whole army collapse from the inside?"

"Exactly," Zeke said. "And we need to do it fast. If we take too long, they'll reorganize and push back. We strike hard, we strike fast, and we get out."

Lara exhaled. "Alright. Guess we better not mess this up."