Spector of Death/The Red Ace Part 2

The Joint High School's advance into Federation territory was swift and strategic, even though Commander Chiaki and her forces outnumbered the teenagers ten to one. Wave upon wave of their tanks and infantry advanced, but after their failed attempt to take them out, it was now their turn to unleash the infantry and clear the way for their armor.

Once they had broken through the lines and gained control of the two remaining CPs, they would begin their march to the Federation Main HQ in Okata. There, the boys from the American side would ensure that their comrades who had died in Federation custody would be repaid in vengeance.

Suddenly, explosions and airsoft weapons went off as Joey, the Vice Commander, led the charge for the Russian-American group of boys in tanks and armor, with the rest of Pravda right behind them.

"Brave comrades of Grand Lake High, today we shall lay waste to the Federation Japanese! Push forward as we draw closer to one of their city bases," shouted Joey over his tank's radio as he moved forward in his T-28 tank.

"Commander Katyusha, you'll be glad to know you're with us, while Commander Graham will be leading the charge elsewhere," Joey said.

"Well, I hope we won't disappoint you, Joey. Besides, the great Katyusha will help crush them alongside you," Katyusha replied.

As the Federation Leopard tanks displayed their white surrender flags, signaling their inoperability, a sense of triumph surged through the ranks of Grand Lake's and Pravda's forces. They had successfully punched through the enemy's defensive line, and the Federation's tanks were now sitting ducks.

The Federation tanks attempted to fire back, trying to take out as many of Grand Lake's and Pravda's tanks as they could, but they were overwhelmed. Joey's platoons of infantrymen, armed with Panzerschreck rocket launchers, took precise shots at the enemy tanks, rendering them inoperable one by one. With the road to the city now open, Joey urged his comrades to press forward, fueled by their determination for vengeance.

"Push forward, my comrades! With our armor and weapons, we will tear this city apart piece by piece! With your airsoft pellets and your bare hands, do the same to their wretched soldiers!" Joey's rallying cry echoed over the radio as they moved ahead.

As they finished dealing with any remaining Leopard tanks in the open field, the two schools advanced towards the city. Pravda tanks, including Nonna in her IS-2, followed closely behind Joey and his men. Nonna observed the change in the boys' attitudes over the past five months on this island. They had always taken their matches seriously, but now they seemed more aggressive and focused than ever before.

Joey brought his tank line to a halt as they reached the outskirts of the city. The urban landscape had turned into a warzone, with Federation women using a hotel as cover against the advancing boys. Joey made a quick decision, grabbing his airsoft pistol and telling his radio operator to take command of the tanks while he led his infantry into the chaotic streets of the city. The intensity of their assault had escalated, and they were determined to make the Federation pay for their previous actions.

As Joey led his group of boys through the building, they methodically cleared each floor, ensuring that no Federation women posed a threat. Their advance was relentless, and they reached the final group of Federation women who were holed up in the hotel. The women, realizing the dire situation, began to toss their airsoft weapons to the ground and raised their hands in surrender.

"Vice Commander, look, they're surrendering!" one of the boys pointed out.

Joey, filled with anger and a desire for retribution, walked up to one of the Federation women. With a backslap, he sent her tumbling to the ground, and his voice thundered through the building.

"These animals tortured us and killed three of our boys while we were in captivity, without showing any mercy! They deserve none in return!" Joey's words were filled with rage and pain. His boys wasted no time. They forcefully ushered the surrendering Federation girls out of the building, shoving them forward. As they continued their push through the city, they remained resolute in their mission to make the Federation pay for the suffering they had endured.

The battle in the city raged on, with Joey and his boys leading the charge and Pravda's armored forces following closely behind. The Federation's resistance had grown more desperate as their defensive positions crumbled under the relentless assault. Buildings were damaged, and the streets were littered with debris and overturned cars, turning the once-calm city into a war-torn battleground.

As the Grand Lake High and Pravda forces advanced deeper into the city, they encountered pockets of Federation soldiers and women, some of whom fought back fiercely, while others attempted to surrender. The fierce determination and sense of vengeance that had fueled Joey and his comrades didn't waver.

The battle in the city raged on, with the coalition of Grand Lake High and Pravda forces pushing forward relentlessly. The streets echoed with the sounds of airsoft fire and explosions as the two sides clashed. The Federation's defenses were crumbling under the determined assault, and the sense of vengeance burned brightly within the hearts of the attackers.

Joey and Katyusha exchanged a few words as they stood in the midst of the chaotic battle. Joey's determination was unwavering, and he knew that they had to press forward to their goal.

"Katyusha, have the rest of the armor push forward, while my boys and I will cut through this asylum," Joey directed.

"Right, well, good luck, Joey," Katyusha replied, acknowledging the importance of their mission. She signaled to the other tanks to move forward as they continued their advance, leaving Joey and his group to tackle the challenges within the asylum.

Joey and his comrades swiftly entered the asylum, and as they moved through the eerie and unsettling environment, he spoke up to his fellow soldiers.

"This place reeks of nightmares and madness, but only the insane would stand against us," he said, his voice filled with a fierce determination.

The asylum's dark and foreboding interior was a stark contrast to the chaotic urban battlefield outside. The air was heavy with tension as they ventured further into the unknown, fully aware that their mission was far from over, and they needed to be vigilant for any threats that lay ahead. Joey's words resonated in the minds of his comrades, driving them forward as they continued to navigate the asylum's ominous corridors, ready to face whatever challenges awaited them.

Inside the asylum, the atmosphere was oppressive, and the flickering overhead lights cast eerie shadows across the decaying walls. The sound of echoing footsteps reverberated through the dimly lit corridors as Joey and his comrades cautiously advanced. The air was filled with an unsettling silence, punctuated only by the distant sounds of the ongoing battle outside.

As they moved deeper into the asylum, they encountered remnants of Federation resistance. The desperate and fanatic women who had chosen to make their final stand here fought fiercely. The narrow, claustrophobic hallways became battlegrounds, and airsoft fire echoed off the walls as they exchanged fire with their determined adversaries.

The mental institution had been repurposed into a makeshift fortress, with barricades made from overturned furniture and hastily constructed defenses. The cries of battle and the smell of gunpowder hung heavy in the air.

Joey and his comrades were relentless, clearing room by room, determined to root out every last Federation combatant. The tight quarters of the asylum made for intense close-quarters combat. Smoke grenades and flashbangs were employed to disorient and incapacitate the enemy.

Each step further into the asylum felt like a descent into madness, and the horrific memories of their captivity under Federation rule fueled their anger and determination. They were ready to confront whatever horrors the asylum held, knowing that they were bringing retribution to those who had wronged them.

The battle inside the asylum grew more intense with each passing minute. Joey and his comrades fought their way through the maze-like corridors, encountering pockets of Federation resistance at every turn. The women who had taken refuge within the asylum fought with desperation, unwilling to surrender or yield.

The narrow hallways and rooms of the asylum made for brutal close-quarters combat. Airsoft pellets whizzed through the air, and the distinctive crackling sounds of gunfire echoed off the grimy, peeling wallpaper. Smoke from grenades filled the confined spaces, adding to the chaos and disorientation.

Joey's leadership shone as he directed his comrades with precise hand signals and verbal commands. The relentless determination to avenge their fallen comrades fueled their resolve, pushing them forward through the horrors of the asylum.

As they cleared each room, they were met with varying degrees of resistance. Some Federation women fought fiercely, while others realized the futility of their situation and surrendered. Joey's boys showed little mercy to those who had wronged them, meting out retribution with airsoft pellets and confrontations charged with pent-up anger.

Throughout the asylum, the coalition of Grand Lake High and Pravda soldiers relentlessly pressed forward, knowing that every room cleared was a step closer to their ultimate objective. The battle within the asylum was a microcosm of their broader mission for justice and vengeance, and they were determined to overcome the madness and chaos that surrounded them.

The remnants of Federation resistance were gradually overwhelmed, and the coalition's presence within the asylum grew stronger with every passing moment. Victory was within reach, but they knew that they had to persevere and complete their journey through this dark and twisted place to achieve their ultimate goal of reaching the Federation Main HQ and securing justice for their fallen comrades.

With the remaining Federation women hastily retreating from the asylum, Joey's forces regrouped and continued to advance through the city. The combined might of Grand Lake High and Pravda was now in full force as the infantry and armor units worked together to drive the Federation resistance out.

"Comrades, our tanks are now advancing! Push these filthy rats out of this city!" Joey's voice boomed as he led the charge, his T-28 tank at the forefront. The Federation women, realizing the futility of their resistance, fought fiercely but began to fall back, unable to withstand the relentless push from the coalition forces.

Buildings crumbled, and the city bore the scars of the intense battle. As the coalition moved forward, the Federation forces were gradually driven back, room by room, street by street.

In a moment of inspiration, Joey decided to send a powerful message to the Federation, hoping to break their will. He grabbed his radio and broadcasted a bold proclamation to Commander Chiaki and the Federation of Sensha Do:

"Commander Chiaki and the Federation of Sensha Do! A ring of steel surrounds one of your rotten city bases! We will crush all who dare to resist the will of the Red Army! Abandon your posts! Abandon your homes! Abandon all hope! URA!" Joey's words were both a declaration of their unwavering resolve and a psychological attack on their adversaries.

As his boys joined in the battle cry, and even the Pravda girls found themselves affected by the sudden shift in Joey's demeanor, their aggression in this attack reached new heights. 

In a different part of the battlefield, Davy Crockett High and Ooarai Academy, along with the Texas Rangers, were setting up their outpost. The Rangers, including Sean, Gus, and Hector, were assisting the Mallard and Hippo teams in their preparations.

Hector, lifting a crate of ammunition, couldn't help but express his thoughts to his comrades. "You know, guys, you don't find it weird that we're being led by Commander Houston's little brother."

Gus, busy checking his radio, responded with a shrug. "Nope, it's just the same commander, but a different Houston... Well, we call him Commander Red, while Commander Houston... We just call him Houston since he didn't want any of us using his first name."

As they continued their preparations, the Rangers suddenly became aware of an argument between Jefferson, the Vice Commander, and Dean, the Sergeant of the Rangers. Their voices grew heated as they exchanged words.

"If I tell you to do it, it's a goddamn mission!" Jefferson argued vehemently to Dean, highlighting the tensions and disagreements within their ranks even as they prepared for the upcoming battle.

As Dean spotted Sean, Hector, and Gus observing their argument, he didn't waste any time addressing them.

"Hey, pick up the pace! We've got to hit the CP by nightfall," Dean barked at them, emphasizing the urgency of the situation.

Sean, Hector, and Gus quickly resumed their duties, setting down the crate they were carrying. Sean, reflecting on the tension between the Vice Commander and the Sergeant, remarked, "Well, I didn't expect to see our Vice Commander and our Sergeant going neck and neck at each other."

Hector chimed in with a mischievous grin, "Maybe it's because they're jealous that we're not the main show for once. Grand Lake High and Pravda are leading the assault, while we're left with this little skirmish."

He playfully smacked Gus on the helmet, and the two of them engaged in some lighthearted banter until Jefferson and Dean passed by, prompting another stern command.

"Quit screwing around! We're hitting the old state theater at 0700 tomorrow," Jefferson ordered as he continued on his way toward his Patton tank.

Sean, recognizing the need for focus and determination, rallied his comrades. "It seems that everyone's reached their limit. Come on, guys, let's get this done."

With renewed determination, they resumed their work, understanding the importance of their role in the upcoming battle, despite not being the center of attention. They were part of a larger effort, and their contribution would be crucial in achieving their objectives.

The streets of the city had transformed into a full-blown warzone. The platoon of Rangers, led by Dean, was caught in a chaotic firefight as they darted from one piece of cover to the next. Dean, his Custom Airsoft Thompson in hand, fired at a building where the Federation forces were holed up, returning fire with their airsoft rifles.

"Come on, get to cover!" Dean yelled, urgently directing his group to find protection from the hail of airsoft pellets. Explosions and the clattering of pellets filled the air, creating an atmosphere of chaos and panic.

"Sarge, we need tank support now!" Hector shouted, voicing the urgent need for armored assistance.

Sean, mindful of the situation, responded, "Our tank group is covering our flank!"

Dean, grappling with the pressure of the situation, raised his voice to assert command. "Everyone, pipe down and let me think, goddamn it!"

But the urgency of the moment weighed heavily on the group. Gus emphasized the need for swift action. "But, sir, we don't have time to think!"

Acknowledging the necessity of immediate support, Dean made a decision. "Alright then, Gus, radio for support. We can't afford to lose this position."

Gus swiftly took action, grabbing the radio and making a call for reinforcement. "This is Ranger 3-4 to Lone Star! We're drawing heavy fire! Requesting immediate support to phase line 2, over!"

Machine responded on the other end of the radio. "Copy that, but be advised, that'll leave our flank exposed, over!"

Dean pressed on, knowing the importance of their situation. "Alright, just tell Commander Red and get your guys' asses over here as soon as you can!"

The radio message sent, they anxiously awaited the arrival of their tank support, hoping that it would arrive in time to turn the tide of the battle and secure their position in the city.

The scene then shift where it show the Tank Company along with the Tankery team of Ooarai Acadmey. Red in his big Brother Tank then address the crew in the Sherman.

"Alright boys we're rerouting to the Stadt Theater! Rangers need us enemy disposition unknown switching to radio and intercom." Red said as he finished addressing the crew.

"Radio master is on Red." Tory said as it shows Red putting on the tankery helmet on as he speak to the radio contacting Anglerfish Panzer IV crew. "Miho we're taking a right to cut back to the theater."

"Roger that Red." Miho said in the radio

"Jefferson and Turtle team hold position here with Second platoon of Rangers and cover this flank until we get back." Red said

"Copy that good luck Houston- I mean Red" Jefferson said 

As they pushed through the rubble-filled streets of the devastated city, the Lone Star Sherman tank and its crew moved cautiously, unaware of the presence of a hidden Leopard Tank. Suddenly, the Leopard tank, concealed in cover, fired a round at the Lone Star Sherman. Luckily, the shot hit the Sherman's armor and ricocheted off, causing the inside of the tank to shake.

"SHIT! Right side, right side!" Grant yelled out, the urgency evident in his voice as he quickly loaded another shell into the Sherman's cannon. At the same time, Troy did his best to maneuver the tank, narrowly avoiding the second shot fired by the Leopard tank.

"Damn, that was close! Miho, help us take it out," Red urgently communicated over the radio. Scott, another member of the crew, took aim and fired the Sherman's cannon, striking the Leopard tank on its side.

Red quickly assessed the situation, realizing the limitations of their firepower. "Our shots can't penetrate its front armor; we've got to hit it from the side!"

With the Leopard tank now aware of their presence, the Lone Star Sherman crew needed to use their skill and strategy to exploit the enemy's vulnerability and neutralize the threat before it could cause further harm.

The tank battle in the midst of the destroyed city escalated as the Lone Star Sherman crew engaged the Leopard tank. Miho, the commander of the Anglerfish Panzer IV from Ooarai Academy, was quick to respond to Red's request for support. She understood the urgency of the situation and the need to take out the Leopard tank swiftly.

The Anglerfish team maneuvered their Panzer IV, positioning themselves to target the Leopard tank's vulnerable side. Miho communicated with the Lone Star Sherman crew, relaying her strategy. "Lone Star, we'll flank the Leopard from the left. Coordinate with us for a simultaneous attack."

With their plan in place, the Lone Star Sherman and the Anglerfish Panzer IV moved in perfect synchronization. The Leopard tank, realizing it was trapped, attempted to evade, but the two allied tanks closed in.

As the tanks closed the distance, they simultaneously fired their cannons at the Leopard's exposed side. The shells struck with precision, causing significant damage to the Leopard's tracks and turret. The enemy tank's crew struggled to maintain control.

The Leopard tank, now immobilized and severely crippled, raised the white flag in surrender. The combined efforts of the Lone Star Sherman and the Anglerfish Panzer IV had achieved victory in this particular engagement.

With the Leopard tank neutralized, the Lone Star Sherman and the Anglerfish Panzer IV crews regrouped, ready to continue their journey through the city and provide support to the Rangers in their crucial mission. The battle was far from over, but their teamwork and determination ensured that they could face any challenge that lay ahead.

With the Leopard tank neutralized and the situation at hand resolved, Red was quick to turn his attention to the ongoing battle involving the Rangers. He knew that they needed to provide immediate support to their comrades.

"Nice work, Anglerfish team. Come on, we've got to help the Rangers," Red directed his crew. He then turned to Troy, the driver, and gave a clear order. "Driver, get us moving."

"Roger," Troy responded, taking control of the Sherman's controls and propelling the tank forward.

As they arrived at the scene, they witnessed a dire situation. The Rangers were pinned down by two Leopard tanks, which were relentlessly using their machine guns to suppress the defenders. The Lone Star Sherman and the Anglerfish Panzer IV had arrived just in time.

"There's the theater! Looks like Dean's squad is in a tough spot!" Machine, a member of the crew, observed from his machine gun position.

Troy, taking note of the situation, alerted the crew inside the Sherman. "We've got Federation armor here!"

Red quickly issued the order for a coordinated assault. "Take the tanks out now!" With precision and synchrony, the Sherman M4A3E8 and the Panzer IV opened fire, launching shells that hit their targets with deadly accuracy. The Leopard tanks, under the combined firepower of the two allied tanks, were quickly neutralized and no longer posed a threat.

Their timely intervention had provided the Rangers with the support they needed to break free from the enemy's grip. The Lone Star Sherman and the Anglerfish Panzer IV had successfully turned the tide of the battle, and the group could now continue their mission with the Rangers, determined to reach their objectives and ensure the safety and success of their operation.

With the Leopard tanks neutralized, the Rangers were no longer pinned down, and the situation on the battlefield began to shift in their favor. Dean and his squad, who had been in a precarious position just moments ago, were now able to regroup and continue their advance.

"Thanks for the assist, Lone Star! We owe you one," Dean radioed to Red, expressing his gratitude for the timely support.

Red acknowledged the message with a nod, and his crew members could sense the relief and satisfaction that came with a successful engagement. They knew that they were making a difference on the battlefield.

"Alright, boys, area is clear. I say again, area is clear," Red reported over the radio, confirming that the immediate threat had been eliminated.

Back with the Rangers, Gus had just finished his radio communication, and the group was assembled, ready for their next move. Dean took charge, addressing his team, "Okay, listen up. The Lone Star and Anglerfish will hold position at the theater to cover our flank. We need to push forward without armor support. Let's move!"

The Rangers, now reinforced and with renewed determination, moved forward to continue their mission. They knew that success depended on their ability to secure the objectives in the city.

In the distance, overlooking the battle, Houston and Anthony observed the Federation's struggles. Houston couldn't help but comment on the situation. "It seems that Commander Chiaki has overestimated them."

Anthony, well aware of the broader plan, responded, "Well, it is what it is, Don. After all, you trained these Rangers. Now all you have to do is cut off any loose ends..."

But as Houston stood there, something changed. He felt his right hand trembling and his body inexplicably immobilized. Confusion washed over him as he tried to comprehend why he couldn't move. Then, a rush of memories flooded back to him, recollections of his time with Jefferson and Dean after the Dallas incident.

In that moment, the realization hit him, and he knew what he had to do. With a determined resolve, he slowly drew his knife, unseen by Anthony, and prepared to finish what had been left unfinished from their past, the culmination of a rivalry that extended beyond the battlefield.

As Houston attempted to strike Anthony with his knife, a fierce struggle ensued. The blade drew dangerously close to Anthony's neck, but he resisted Houston's attempt to bring it down. With a defiant grin, Anthony revealed his own contingency plan. He quickly reached for a hidden button and pressed it.

In response to the button's activation, Houston's demeanor immediately shifted. He stopped his attack and clutched his head in agonizing pain. A pained cry escaped his lips as he fell to one knee, clearly overwhelmed by the sudden distress.

"Grah! AHHH!" Houston screamed in torment as he dropped the knife and was brought to his knees, unable to bear the pain. Anthony, with a sinister smile, approached the fallen Houston and stood over him, holding a remote control device in his hand.

"Luckily, thanks to Commander Anderson, I have this. It should help you regain control of who you are," Anthony said, revealing that the remote was designed to counteract the effects of the drug or whatever had caused Houston's actions.

Houston, in his moment of vulnerability, could do nothing but writhe in pain, clutching his head and seeking relief from the torment. The power dynamic between the two had shifted dramatically, and Anthony now held the upper hand, poised to control the situation.

As Houston writhed in pain, clutching his head and trying to regain control of his senses, Anthony maintained his sinister smile and watched the effects of the remote control device. Gradually, the pain subsided, and Houston's struggle lessened.

Once Houston was able to sit upright and regain his composure, he looked at Anthony with a mixture of anger and frustration. "What did you do to me, Anthony?

Anthony's revelation about the device in the mask that would prevent further betrayal left Houston in a state of disbelief. He couldn't fathom why he was being manipulated into these situations once again.

"Why... Why are you making me do this again, Anthony?" Houston questioned, his frustration and confusion evident.

Anthony's smile waned, replaced by a hint of regret. "You don't understand, Houston. I did what I had to do for our future, for our victory. You ruined it for us during the Dallas match, but now we have a chance to fix that."

With a crazed determination, Anthony gazed at the battlefield, believing that their actions were justified in the pursuit of victory.

The scene then shifted to the Rangers as they cautiously approached the hotel that was their objective. Sean, equipped with binoculars, scanned the area for any signs of activity.

"Seems pretty quiet. I don't know if that's a good thing or not... The hotel looks clear. There's no one on the balcony, and I'm not seeing them anywhere else either," Sean reported.

Dean, the squad's leader, assessed the situation. "They must be inside, getting their defenses set up. Right now, we should be able to get close without encountering too much resistance. Alright, stay alert and move cautiously, okay? Let's move."

With Dean taking point, the Rangers proceeded with caution, ready to face whatever challenges awaited them inside the hotel as they worked toward their objectives in the ongoing battle.

As the Rangers cautiously approached the hotel, they couldn't help but notice that the entire area was eerily quiet. Abandoned equipment and belongings of the Federation women were scattered about, suggesting that they had left in haste. Dean and the others, remaining vigilant, decided to conduct a thorough reconnaissance of the area, including the interior of the hotel.

However, despite their meticulous search, they found no sign of anyone. The hotel appeared to be deserted. It left the Rangers with a perplexing and uneasy feeling. They had expected resistance, but the absence of any enemy presence added an element of mystery to the situation.

Dean, still alert and cautious, addressed his team. "Stay on your guard, everyone. Something's not right here. Let's secure the area and proceed with caution. We can't afford to let our guard down."

The Rangers continued their mission, now with an added sense of caution, not knowing what might have transpired to cause the sudden departure of the Federation women. Their objective remained the same, but the unexpected circumstances added an extra layer of uncertainty to the situation.

As the Rangers continued to secure the area and maintain their vigilance, they couldn't shake the feeling that something unusual had transpired. The sudden and complete absence of the Federation women, along with the abandoned equipment, left them with more questions than answers.

Despite the uncertainty, they remained committed to their mission. Dean led his team forward with caution, ensuring they left no stone unturned in their search for any potential threats or useful information.

As they moved further into the hotel, they reached what appeared to be a central area. The Rangers noticed some documents and maps scattered on a table, providing crucial intelligence about the enemy's plans and movements. They quickly began examining the documents, looking for any valuable insights that could aid their mission.

One document caught Sean's attention. It was a hastily written message, suggesting that the Federation forces had been alerted to their presence and had chosen to abandon their positions to regroup elsewhere. The Rangers realized that the situation was far from over and that they needed to adapt their strategy accordingly.

Dean took a moment to communicate with his team. "It seems the enemy has relocated. We can't let our guard down. Let's gather as much information as we can and then move out. We need to regroup with the Lone Star and Anglerfish teams and adjust our plan based on this new development."

The Rangers, now armed with valuable intelligence, knew they had to stay one step ahead of their adversaries. They continued their search for any useful documents and gathered whatever resources they could before regrouping to continue their mission with a fresh perspective on the evolving situation.

The sudden explosion and real gunshots outside sent shockwaves of panic through the Rangers as one of their comrades rushed back into the building, frantically alerting them to the dire situation.

"Vermont Academy is here! Vermont forces are here! It was a trap!" the Ranger shouted, confirming their worst fears.

Realizing that their airsoft weapons were rendered useless against real firearms, Dean quickly issued a desperate and urgent order. "Shit! Everyone, get to cover! Our airsoft weapons are useless. We have to take their weapons away and use them against them. For now, use your knives to fight back and eliminate these attackers."

With a sense of grim determination, Dean unholstered his Colt Single Action Revolver, loaded with live ammunition. The Rangers knew that their lives were in grave danger, and they needed to fight back with everything they had.

As the battle intensified, the Rangers faced a deadly foe, and the stakes were higher than ever before. They were prepared to do whatever it took to protect themselves and complete their mission, but they were in for a challenging and potentially life-threatening confrontation with the unexpected enemy forces.

As the Rangers scrambled for cover and prepared for a life-and-death struggle against Vermont Academy forces, the scene descended into chaos. Real gunfire echoed through the hotel's corridors, shattering the eerie silence that had prevailed just moments ago.

The Vermont forces closed in, relentlessly pushing forward with their lethal weaponry. The Rangers knew that they had to act quickly, making use of their combat training and wits to turn the tide of the battle.

Dean, armed with his live ammunition Colt Single Action Revolver, led the charge as he took calculated shots at the incoming attackers. Each well-aimed shot counted, finding its mark and taking down Vermont Academy soldiers. The Rangers, armed with knives and makeshift weapons, fought with an intensity born of necessity.

Hand-to-hand combat and close-quarters fighting became the norm as the Rangers did their best to disarm and subdue their heavily armed adversaries. They had to rely on their teamwork, training, and resourcefulness to survive the deadly ambush.

The Rangers, with the seized live ammunition and the weapons taken from the fallen Vermont Academy boys, managed to successfully fend off the initial wave of the enemy's attack. Their newfound firepower had given them the upper hand, forcing the Vermont boys to retreat temporarily.

After the intense firefight, the Rangers quickly scavenged whatever ammunition and weapons they could from the fallen Vermont Academy soldiers. Hector, in shock at the sight of the military-grade weaponry, reported to Dean.

"Hmm. M4 Carbines, M67 Grenades, Thermite Grenades... Where the hell did these Vermont boys get these, Sarge? These are military-grade weapons!" Hector exclaimed in disbelief.

Dean, with a grim expression, had his suspicions. "Well, during the Dallas Incident, Vermont Academy was given military-grade weapons, just like us and the others who survived that harrowing match. The reason why they are here on this island, I don't know, but I have a feeling... They want revenge for what I and the others who survived that match did to their comrades."

The revelation sent a shiver down their spines. The Rangers now had to grapple with the consequences of past actions as they faced a formidable enemy with a vendetta. Their mission had grown even more critical, and the threat from Vermont Academy had escalated to a level they hadn't anticipated. With their recently acquired weapons and renewed resolve, they knew they had to continue fighting for their survival and their shared goal.

As the situation escalated, Dean wasted no time and ordered Gus to contact Commander Red to provide an emergency report about the events at the hotel. Gus swiftly established radio communication with the Lone Star, then handed the radio phone to Dean, who was ready to convey the information.

"This is Commander Red. What's happening at the hotel, Sergeant?" Red inquired, his concern evident in his voice.

Dean began by reporting the situation they had encountered. "We've secured the hotel, Commander, but the Federation forces have abandoned their post there. We've obtained valuable intel regarding their relocation. Furthermore, we've confirmed an attack by Vermont Tankery Academy."

The mention of Vermont Academy startled Red. "Wait, say that again. Vermont Tankery Academy is here?!" He expressed his concern.

Dean confirmed, "Yes, sir."

Red quickly assessed the situation and made a decision. "Okay, I'll meet you up there on foot. I'll be leaving—"

Before Red could finish his sentence, a massive explosion rocked the area. A T-72 tank burst through a ruined building, followed by more Vermont forces pouring out onto the scene.

"Second wave!" one of the Rangers shouted in alarm. The Rangers quickly sought cover and returned fire as they faced the unexpected and intensified threat from the Vermont forces.

The situation had escalated rapidly, and the Rangers were now embroiled in a fierce firefight against a formidable enemy. With their ammunition and wits, they needed to hold their ground and fight to the best of their abilities, determined to overcome the overwhelming odds stacked against them.

As the firefight with the Vermont infantry raged on, the Rangers were faced with the daunting task of dealing with the formidable T-72 tank that had crashed into their position. Sean recognized the need to neutralize the tank to turn the tide of the battle.

"We have to take it out!" Sean shouted, his finger squeezing the trigger of the captured weapon he held. Bullets whizzed through the air as he and the other Rangers fired at the advancing Vermont infantry forces.

Hector, in the thick of the fight, raised a valid concern amidst the chaos. "With what?"

Dean, quick on his feet and thinking strategically, provided a solution. "With thermite grenades. We planted one on the tank's back!"

Amidst the continuous gunfire and explosions, Dean seized a thermite grenade, his determination driving him forward. He rushed toward the menacing T-72 tank, expertly placed the thermite grenade on its rear armor, and pulled the pin. Quickly, he retreated to cover, knowing that the thermite grenade would soon begin its deadly work.

The thermite grenade ignited, producing intense heat that began to burn through the tank's armor. Meanwhile, Sean and the other Rangers continued to fend off the Vermont infantry's relentless assault. Sean tossed a frag grenade into a group of Vermont boys, causing a deadly explosion and eliminating several of the enemy combatants.

Seeing an opportunity, Sean retrieved his own thermite grenade and hurled it at the tank's engine, aiming to disable the vehicle. The thermite grenade ignited, spewing scorching flames and creating a critical hazard for the tank's functionality.

The explosion of the T-72's engine sent Sean tumbling backward, stunned for a moment by the force of the blast. Struggling to regain his composure, he noticed the crew of the disabled tank emerging from the wreckage, preparing to draw their pistols.

But just as they were about to take action, Dean arrived, guns blazing. He swiftly neutralized the crew members and turned to Sean, offering his hand to help him up. There was an air of reassurance in Dean's voice as he told Sean, "It's okay... I got you, kid."

Relieved that his sergeant was there to support him, Sean reached out to grasp Dean's hand. However, before he could make contact, a single gunshot pierced the air. Blood splattered, and Sean's eyes widened in shock and fear as he witnessed Dean being struck by the fatal shot.

"SERGEANT!" Sean shouted, his voice filled with panic and desperation. Dean, breathing heavily and grimacing from the pain of his gunshot wound, slowly toppled over, collapsing on top of Sean.

As Sean desperately tried to apply pressure to Dean's wound in an attempt to stop the bleeding, Anthony, holding a smoking pistol, approached the two Rangers. The firefight raged on in the background, the chaos and turmoil of the battle contrasting sharply with the life-threatening situation that had unfolded before them.

Anthony's words held a cold and bitter edge as he spoke about Dean and the past. "You know, kid, during the Dallas Match, your strong sergeant was a hard boy to kill. He tried to save his men, but I couldn't believe that he still led his troops after what he did during that match, while my old squad hunted them down."

Anthony continued to taunt, his tone malicious. "But now, seeing him here and trying to act strong and unbroken, despite what I did to him and his men during that incident... Well, he's here now. He can finally join them."

He loaded another round into his revolver, taking aim at Dean with the intention of ending his life. However, just as he prepared to pull the trigger, a sudden and unexpected intervention disrupted his sinister plans.

Amid the chaos of the firefight and Dean's critical condition, Houston's sudden intervention took everyone by surprise. He tackled Anthony, launching into a fierce physical struggle. The two old war veterans, familiar with each other from their past in the Dallas match, were now locked in a brutal and desperate battle.

Houston, his voice filled with anger and regret, accused Anthony of destroying his mind and causing the deaths of innocent people during the Dallas match. Anthony, unapologetic and resolute, justified his actions by calling it their victims' fate.

As the two fought fiercely, Sean, with Dean's life in his hands, didn't waste any time. He managed to drag Dean to safety, hoping to keep him out of harm's way. The firefight continued to rage around them, but Sean's focus was solely on ensuring Dean's survival.

Meanwhile, Houston landed a brutal punch on Anthony and briefly pinned him to the ground. The two combatants exchanged words, and it became apparent that they were both dying old soldiers seeking a way out of their twisted past.

"You're not so different than me, Anthony! We're both dying old child soldiers looking for a way out!" Houston yelled in anger.

Anthony, refusing to back down, responded with equal determination, "So you know then?! Then you know we will not die in such a pathetic way! Only an equal can taste our final breath!"

The confrontation between Houston and Anthony had the weight of years of shared experiences and a history of conflict. Their battle, both physical and emotional, held the potential to bring about a resolution to their long-standing grudge, but the outcome remained uncertain as they grappled with their past and the consequences of their actions.

In the midst of the intense battle, Houston and Anthony engaged in a brutal, no-holds-barred fight, their movements fueled by anger, regret, and a long history of rivalry.

Houston, his eyes filled with anguish and determination, lashed out with a flurry of punches and kicks. His fists pounded relentlessly on Anthony's body, each blow carrying the weight of his past torment. Anthony, no stranger to combat, defended himself with expert precision, using his agility and cunning to evade the attacks and launch counterblows.

Their struggle continued, each landing powerful strikes against the other. The room echoed with the sound of their blows connecting, their grunts of exertion, and the heavy breathing that filled the air.

Anthony, seizing an opportunity, managed to grab Houston by the collar, throwing him against a nearby wall with a forceful slam. As Houston crashed into the wall, he felt the impact reverberate through his body, but he refused to yield. He quickly rebounded, launching himself at Anthony with a renewed surge of energy.

Their fight took them across the battlefield, with both men trading blows, grappling, and attempting to overpower one another. They were like two fierce predators locked in combat, each determined to prove their dominance.

As they fought, memories of their past and the atrocities committed during the Dallas match weighed heavily on their minds. The room seemed to close in around them, filled with tension, anger, and the echoes of their shared history.

The outcome of their brutal confrontation remained uncertain, but Houston and Anthony were resolute in their determination to settle their long-standing score, even if it meant facing their final moments together in the midst of the ongoing battle.

As the firefight continued to rage around them, Dean was dragged into cover by Sean, who was fraught with panic but determined to save his sergeant. Dean's pained screams echoed in the midst of the chaos as he continued to apply pressure to his wound.

"I got you, Sergeant!" Sean's voice trembled with fear and urgency. "Just stay with me, Dean, okay! Medic!" Sean shouted, calling for immediate medical assistance.

A medic quickly rushed to the scene, determined to stop Dean's life-threatening bleeding. Hector and Gus joined Sean, supporting their wounded leader and providing a sense of unity in the midst of the battle's turmoil.

Dean, wracked with pain, gritted his teeth and fought to stay conscious. "God, it hurts," he moaned, the agony evident in his voice.

"Just hang in there, sir! I've got you!" The medic's voice carried a reassuring tone as he worked to stabilize Dean and stem the bleeding, doing his utmost to save their sergeant's life.

Amid the chaos, Red, the commander, arrived at the scene to assess the situation. He went to check on Dean, offering his support as the medic worked tirelessly to treat the wounded leader. The outcome remained uncertain, but the Rangers were determined to do everything in their power to ensure Dean's survival and the success of their mission.

Commander Red placed his hand on Dean's shoulder, offering support to his wounded sergeant. Dean winced in pain as he acknowledged his commander.

"It's good to see you again, Commander Red," Dean said through gritted teeth, struggling with the pain. He was determined not to succumb to his injuries.

Red's voice carried a note of concern. "Take it easy, Dean. I don't want you dying on me just yet."

Dean, his strength waning, reassured his commander, "I won't, Red... And besides, he's here... Your older brother is here."

Red's eyes widened in surprise. "Don is here..."

Dean nodded, his voice a whisper, "Yeah... He's fighting against Anthony... Red... Please... save our commander... Red..."

"I will," Red responded resolutely. He knew he needed to step in and ensure the safety of their commander.

Meanwhile, Anthony and Houston continued their fierce confrontation. Anthony, having caught his breath, launched a brutal attack, sweeping Houston's feet and slamming him to the floor. He then pinned Houston against the wall, attempting to crush his skull with his powerful grip. Anthony taunted Houston, urging him to embrace his killer instincts.

But Houston, with the mounting pressure on his head, refused to give in. He grew more and more enraged, finally reaching for Anthony's throat, choking the life out of his opponent. Anthony, his breathing constricted, gave a single word of encouragement to his assailant: "Harder."

The confrontation between the two former comrades took a dark and twisted turn. However, their brutal struggle was interrupted by the sudden arrival of Red. He yelled at his older brother to stop, surprising Anthony, who believed Red had perished in the Dallas match.

"Stop!" Red's command resonated through the battlefield, bringing a moment of pause to the intense struggle. Anthony, gasping for breath and on the brink of being overpowered, made one last desperate move, biting Houston's arm and causing him to scream in pain. Red intervened swiftly, punching Anthony and forcefully separating the two combatants.

As Anthony lay on the ground, knocked out and incapacitated, Houston, his arm bleeding from the bite mark inflicted by his former comrade, continued to stare at Anthony. He seemed caught in a tense and conflicted moment, the weight of their shared past and the chaos of the battle weighing on him.

Red's voice, filled with a mix of concern and reassurance, broke through the tension. He attempted to reach his older brother, who still wore a mask that concealed his emotions. "Big Brother... It's alright. I'm here," Red said, trying to make Houston recognize him. "Brother, it's just me."

However, Houston remained locked in the darkness of his past experiences. The trauma from the Dallas match and the relentless conflict with Anthony had left deep scars on his psyche. Without warning, Houston suddenly launched an attack on Red, his movements swift and aggressive as he tried to strike his younger brother.

Red's eyes widened in shock and disbelief as Houston's assault caught him off guard. The unexpected aggression from his older brother left Red in a vulnerable position, forcing him to react quickly to defend himself and prevent any harm from coming to him or his older brother. The battle between the Houston's brothers had taken a dark turn, one that was difficult to predict or control amidst the chaos of the ongoing firefight.

"You shouldn't haven't come back for me..... Little Brother..."

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