Prologue
Hi, this is my prologue of Vajny at Kapour.
First of all, there are going to be several fictional countries.
State of Gẽrna: country located south of the Lasiace Continent. Population is over 200 million people and it has the 3rd biggest military in the world.
Republic of Lèv: country located north of the Lasiace Continent, bordering Gẽrna and has a population of over a 150 million people. It has the 5th biggest military in the world
1993, January 4th, 29:40 NGST. (Fort Li)
My name? Well, I'm Tsai, although most guys just call me the Tsar cause we are in the Army, and thus most of these idiots are all middle school dropouts who can't pronounce shit.
We've been fed fat cakes like pigs and told to pack our shit for the last week or so. The soup sandwiches have been getting nothing but chewed up by the higher-ups for taking a knee. And the birds have been flying like crazy while the smack-arses at the chemical corp have been rolling drums of Tabun like it's 1980.
They woke us up at 27:00, and by 27:30 I was sitting in a chair surrounded by 100+ other guys as they briefed us about blowing shite up and murdering the Levs while casually mentioning how they expect 50 thousand of us to die in the first weeks. That didn't bother any of the guys; in fact, most of these idiots were swearing at an opportunity to be exploded into bits by a gun since they thought it would be sick as fuck. (I really dont know whats more sick, but you do you.)
Then we got our chow of rations and cancer sticks before we got onto our MLBs while holding heaters.
I would honestly love to beat the living shit out of whoever designed the MLB; it's supposed to be a license copy of the Russian BMP-3s (Boevaya Mashina Pekhoty), so I don't see how they fuck up at copying something to the point that no one fucking knows what "MLB" even stands for; furthermore, how did no one go into consideration that 7 fuckers being stuck in a vehicle without A.C. is not a bad idea? Seriously, how are we the third largest military yet this shit remains unaddressed by the dumbfucks at the capital? Wouldn't this be something that needs to be looked into before we fucking die of heat exhaustion?
The war officially started at 29:00. The idiots at Air Force have been crazy all day scraping any missile they find and shooting it over the border. By the time we crossed the border, most of us were chanting like a stadium while the rooks did their job of blasting any Levs unfortunate enough to exist into atoms.
And we were blitzing our way in; the MLBs kept shaking the entire way through since the Levs haven't cared to fix their fucking roads since the 1980s when we last beat their ass out of Sehizo; in fact, they haven't even cleared the corpses, let alone tanks that were left behind(guess atleast we had something to take home as a trophy,)
By 30:00 we were officially in the war most of us had anticipated since the day we had signed up, the stories our dads had told about blowing shite up and killing things: we were officially starting.
Thanks for reading the prologue, it's probably going to take a awhile for a new chapter since im quite busy when it comed to schedule.
Спасибо!!
