The men picked up their guns, and put the button onto them. This button controlled the windows next to each member of the platoons. They were ready to fight, and this was the way they would use the windows to their best ability. They were prepared for the oncoming battle.

  Whilst the men in the buses did this, the ones on top grabbed onto the handles of their large weapons, miniguns and rocket launchers. This was their main way to destroy the enemy's numbers, and their base, to make sure they could never strike back again.

  The men with rocket launchers were prepared to start the battle. The rockets flew towards the gate, and there was a loud explosion. The gate had been blown away, and the dirt smoldered, and the flames died out on the ground.

  They had started the war against the competing company, and their troops were now lining up outside of their camps, and they had weapons in hand. Their assault rifles were not the most worrying thing about them, although it was worrying. There were multiple huge men, all commanders of the army, like the one they had captured, and killed.

  There were thousands of soldiers lining the battlefield, and the platoon’s were definitely outnumbered. This time however, there were more skilled people, and they had better mobility, better protection, and better weapons. They would definitely win this. Multiple men stood on the buses who did not get a seat, who were ready to run out of the buses, and start firing.

  The men looked at eachother, and the driver opened the door, allowing them to go wild in the army camp. They ran out and gripped the gun’s in their hands, aimed it towards the camp, and immediately started firing at the huge army. The numbers were barely budging in their favor though, as the other side of the battle started firing back, killing dozens of the ones who weren’t lucky enough to get in a seat.

  Blood stained the dirt floor, and people were dying many times. Bullets flew through the air, and eventually more would fly, as the buses started firing as well. The men strategically used their window buttons as a shield against them, and people who were still alive in the battlefield outside of the buses were using their riot shields for the same thing.

  The battle raged on, as hundreds, if not thousands of bullets flew through the air. Bullets missed, whilst others didn’t. The battle was looking to be on the side of the competing company, but then the tides turned when the most skilled fighters aimed their weapons at the army they were facing, and shot their hardest shot. The miniguns rained bullets like hellfire.

  The rockets flew towards the men at extremely high speeds, and exploded once they impacted the soldiers on the other side of the battle. Their bodys burned in the fire of the explosion, and the air was left with the stench of burning flesh, as the bodys disappeared into the flames, and the smoke filled the air nearby.

  The numbers of both sides on the ground were dropping like flies, while most in the buses had still survived. The ones who hadn’t survived this long into the battle in the buses had timed their window presses wrong by the second, and that was enough time for bullets to penetrate their skin, and hit their brain.

  The men in the buses did not stop firing, and dodging bullets. The people on top of the buses who had rocket launchers had now almost ran out of ammo. This part of the attack was predicted though, and they were to jump off of the buses, and start fighting on the ground with their assault rifles so they would still be doing something in the battle.

  The last load of rockets was loaded into the weapons of destruction, and were prepared to fire. This would be the last time they would fire, and then the men using them would have to unload from the top of the bus, and get down to the ground to continue their battle there.

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  The rockets were fired, and they soared through the air, going directly towards their targets, the other army. They made the explosion, and the bodys once again smoldered. The ground was covered in the flames, and they slowly extinguished.

  The men operating these machines grabbed their riot shields, assault rifles, knife, and their pistol. They then went into the bus through the ladder behind a latch on top of the bus. They then walked towards the door, and the bus driver opened it. They were now entering the hellscape of the battlefield, away from their safe buses. Among them was #BCXN the strongest man in the history of the company’s platoons.

  They gripped their guns hard in their hands, and entered the hell zone. Bullets flew their direction, and one almost hit #BCXN, but he blocked it with his riot shield. They were now in the most dangerous part of the mission.

  #BCXN ran full speed towards the opposing army, ready to strike with all of his weapons. Dodging flames, and burnt corpses, he ran with his assault rifle aiming at multiple people who were still in groups from when they had come out of the tents at the camp.

  The group had one of the commanders of the army with them, but it didn’t matter. They would die all the same. #BCXN tightly gripped his assault rifle, aiming it at the man, and pulled the trigger. The huge man fell to the floor, dead.

  Blood gushed from him, and the others tried to escape, as tears rolled down their cheeks, but it was too late. They were already dead. The man shot 2 of them with his assault rifle, whilst the others managed to dodge his bullets, and continued running. The man pulled out his knife, and chased them down. He jumped on top of one of them, and stabbed his neck.

  The veins in his neck were sliced open, and the blood started running like a river from hell. He screamed in agony, begging for the pain to stop, but it didn’t. The man stood there and died after. There was nothing to stop it, nothing to combat it, he was dead. No one who is already dead can be brought back. That is the ultimate rule in the battle. No one can come back, ever again. No second chance.

  The other man ran further away from the hellscape, but as he turned around he was shot by #BCXN who had aimed his pistol directly at him. He had shot the enemy, and he was successful in killing the platoon. He did not care for their emotions, as he had none himself.

  #BCXN continued on to another group, and killed them. He continued killing on and on for hours, and before long he was the only man left on his company's side. The other men who came with him, the other full platoon, were killed.

  They were safe in the buses before the enemies had broken down the door to the bus, and infiltrated the bus, killing them. This was the only victory for the enemy. As soon as they had come out of the bus, they were murdered by #BCXN, who was not angry, but was sure he had to complete the mission.

  The man ripped through the members in the enemy army like tissue paper, and before long they were all gonna be dead. He stared into the commander's eyes, the last one left in the war, and stabbed him. He was stabbed directly in the throat, suffering more pain then he needed to. It was to of course, make sure they won, in the mental, and physical way. It was a true, bloody victory, but what now?

  During the fighting, he had been shot in the leg at the very end, purely by luck from the enemy that shot him. He had a hard time walking now, and his platoon, and the platoon’s that helped him in this mission were dead. He had won the war, but at what cost? He had no way to get out now, and could only hope that he would be helped.

  He could not contact anybody from the company, as the devices used for this had been destroyed by his enemies already. He was stranded, and there was no possible way for him to escape the battlefield, and he would stay there until he finally took his last breath of the death-filled air. He should have died for his sins, but he didn’t.

  The man stared blankly into the night sky, and saw a star brighter than any others, he looked at it wondering why it was so bright, and then noticed something about the star. It was getting brighter, and moving around. It was no star, it was a helicopter. A helicopter owned by his company, and as the lights flashed on the helicopter, the man closed his eyes, and passed out.