All right, one more stand.

My eyes stared toward the road as I waited with bated breath for the demons to come in. The sun has fallen 45 degree west, enveloping us in a brilliant glow of orange. Times in Gensokyo work funny here. You can practically live an eternity here and still looks a day under 20. Oh well, not complaining here. It's not like I'll survive long enough to get married or something, just like what my dad wanted.

"Captain, not to be nosy, but what's up with Louise and Rumia?"

I turned my head sideway to face the little fairy. Her pink and fluffy wings tickled at my back as she gets nearer to me. Mystia's eyes and SMG were trained at the road. "Nothing of your concern private"

She cast a fleeting glance at Louise and Rumia. Louise is at his normal position behind a machinegun. Sanae is at his left, her shotgun locked and loaded. Rumia is at his right, her SMG were trained at the road as well. "Well?" Mystia asked, her wings tickling my back to make me comply.

But I'm made of sterner stuff. "Sorry private, but that's personal."

"Is he a paedo?"

The question caught me off-guard. I adjusted my hunting rifle position and gave her a stern glare. "Shut your trap and get your ass ready for combat miss."

She was undeterred by my glare at all. "Captain Smith, is he a paedophile?"

"Is that how you speak to your superior?" I said to her, no humour from my tone. I've no time to deal with this! She only smiled. "Do you forget that I'm a Youkai? Being small and cute doesn't make a Youkai harmless" She pointed her finger at Rumia. "See that girl? She's the Youkai of Darkness. She eat human the most in my group."

"What's your point?" I asked her, still peering into my 8x8 scope. Her wing pressed upon my back, the pressure surprisingly strong. "Look captain, you human came into our land bringing strange new enemies, killed off many of our people, tried to conquer us and our womenfolk, then you expect us to listen to everything you human demands? I can blind your whole troop and made them kill each other. You're lucky that Alex and other Youkai agrees to work WITH you humans. The least you can do is telling me who I must watch out for."

I sighed. Apparently the effect of the Cold War still fresh in the heart of many. What do you expect? It's literally 4 years since it happened. In fact, I'm glad the demons came here; it stopped the greedy politicians up there from sending more young boys to death when a much peaceful way can be chosen when dealing with this. With a heavy heart I spilled the bean. "Master Gunnery Louise Simpson lost his family when he was fighting the demons at Boston. I didn't saw the body, but it was enough to reduce that big guy to a weeping mess. I literally had to transfer him in a stretcher."

"Let me guess, Rumia looks like his deceased daughter?"

I nodded. She shook her head. "I'm sorry. I really do"

"Not a problem" I replied. Her pressure of the wings lightened, turning it into a pleasant blanket that envelopes my back. She sighed forlornly. "Guess I owe Daiyousei a mag"

I chuckled at the response. "Hey, at least he's no-"

"Contact!"

I instinctively gripped my shotgun tighter. Let them come, I thought grimly. Let them come straight to my slug, our rockets, our bullets and our killing intent. I smiled. Hey, at least this will get Louise's head from thinking about his deceased family.

Louise grinned as he gripped the machinegun tightly. He too, doesn't want to think about his family too. The arrival of his daughter look-alike is bad enough.

"Hold your fire Sanae, that's not an enemy."

Rumia said to me. She is holding a pair of binocular. Her eyes became wide in worry. "Shit, those are our girls!"

"What?" I said. I pulled out my own binocular myself. True to words, a lone motorcycle was coming at us at full speed. A single, no, a single driver and one wounded girl were coming to our post as fast as they can. My eyes widened at the recognition.

"Emily!" Louise yelled; shock and joy were present on his face.

"No, she's not-"

"Emily, don't worry I'm coming!" He jumped out of the foxhole and sprinted as fast as he can toward the moving vehicle. Cursing inwardly, I followed suit.

The rider stopped at the gate when she saw Louise. "We made it ze!" the rider yelled at her friend. "Alice, we made it!" The woman named Alice only moaned. She wore a standard woodland camo fatigues and Kevlar armour. She was in a bad shape, her blonde hair is stained with scarlet blood from her wound and some part of her outfit was ripped out, revealing several ugly scratch marks. Her assault rifle was slung behind her. It seems that the NAR-02 has seen some action.

Louise picked up Alice in a bridal-style carry. "You'll be alright Emily" He said, his voice becoming slow and soft. "I'll make sure they won't hurt you..." Alice gave no response, her eyes still shut. "Oy, be gentle with her." Marisa said. "She got a concussion. You better get her patched up."

Louise nodded, opting to sprint in hot pursuit with the lady in his hand. "Well, what's that about?" Marisa asked me. She wore a black trench coat over her usual maid outfit. Her twin bandoliers draped over her body, looking rough but still operational. Her waist holster shows 2 0.44 S&W Model 29 hanging precariously from her holster. The silver glint of the revolver was stained by several bloodstains. Her eyes were a bright mischievous yellow, which is now narrowing to me in all her serious attitude.

"He thought Alice was his deceased wife" I replied.

"Ze, wonder why?" Marisa said, brushing some dirt away from her oversized witch hat. "Well, at least I don't need to carry her body around-" A fireball flew inches at her left, missing in a small margin. That alone was enough to send her in panic. "Oh shite! They're coming!"

"Let's go then!" I yelled, breaking off to a sprint. She upholstered the revolver and followed my lead, firing hot lead of death as she goes. Just a moment from my post I can smell the familiar rotten lemon smell of the accursed creature. "Forget about them, just run!" I yelled, telling Marisa to hurry up. She compelled, matching my speed as we go. We jumped behind the sandbags at the exact time. She aimed her revolver at the growing horde, her right eye peering through the iron sight with intensity.

I finally noticed the lack of her necessary item. "Mari! Where's your damn broom?" I asked her. I can see her little explosive mini-Hakkero stuck at her belt, ready to fire. I see another revolver of the same model stuck at her side, but no broom. She frowned at the statement. "Aye, I dropped it. That's why I use the bike."

"Why did you drop it?!"

"Sanae I'm not dropping any beats for no reason" Marisa replied dejectedly. "Little pole got snapped by a Hell Knight. Being a smaller version of the Baron doesn't mean less lethality."

"Ouch. Sorry for asking." I replied.

"Not a problem Sanae."

The enemy appeared the moment Marisa replied. The horde lumbered forward in a dynamic gait, the large whirlpool of burgundy flesh and blood-stained tooth advancing toward us. The size of the horde increased tremendously at each step, leading me to believe that they must've received reinforcement. I was horribly right.

"Mother of Altair…" Rumia said, her grip on the Uzi trembled slightly. "Those are the platoon at Marty-6 checkpoint…"

My eyes widened at recognition. True to her words, the vanguard consisted of several platoons of reanimated corpse, all in different state of death. The majority wore the standard military woodland camo, each carries the weapon that they used in life. I choked back the tears at the familiar faces back at base. My comrade-in-arms, whom I considered my family, is now nothing more than a shambling husk of a proud race they were.

I growled deeply. My eyes narrowed dangerously down at my shotgun's iron sight. By god, whoever controlled my friend's corpse like that, I hope that you feel every shot I'll give.

"Fire!"

At the forefront of the horde, Private Jake Paul's skull was split again by a single large slug round.

The battle was rough and violent. Just like every fight. The demons came in 4 different area, north, east, west and south, boxing us effectively. My dude's priority is to rip and tear anything that doesn't look human with bullets and bombs. We were careful with our explosives. We don't want to blow our walls off in accident.

I growled as I fired my revolver rapidly. The revolver works very well against small enemy as well as larger one. I pounded rounds after rounds toward the demon horde. Sanae is beside me, her Spas-12 shotgun clearing up the small fry that tries to get in. the big lug however were firing at the crowd in passion, roaring like a bull in every tenth shot. Sooner or later, I gotta break the bad news to that dude. It's a shame; Louise seems like a cool dude. But Alice is not his wife and I damn sure Alice won't accept him easily.

I loaded more rounds into my revolver. My friends were busy taking down the monsters that cross the killzone. The killzone were littered with bodies. It hurts to shoot down former comrade, but I knew they are gone. They fell down like puppets that got its string cut. But my priority is in the sky.

Pain Elementals, oh how fitting the name was and how I hate those fucks. Everybody has their view on them, but I think Alex's description works the best; "those thing looks like a Cacodemon had hate-sex with an uglier and wrinkly avocado." We had several laughs over that. Suika on the other hand gave zero fucks, opting to drink her problems away, usually accompanied by me. I chuckled inwardly; that fool never drank any alcohol in his life. It became official that he'll be the one cleaning up our mess every time the Youkai's threw a party and get drunk as skunk.

I smiled as I dropped a Pain Elemental to the ground, its body exploded in a fiery glory to create several flying burning skulls. It's not like he got a choice anyway; he can't disobey when he is as weak as Cirno and his employers can manipulate fate, even then his honour won't allow him to leave us in several state of drunken disgrace.

The sky were glowing, the numerous amount of flying skulls lights the evening. The sky has become twilight, the sun about to go and the moon about to rule the night. But the flames of the skulls brighten the warzone like dozens of hellish fireflies. Alex named them Lost Souls, due to their erratic and confusing movement. One second they'll be cooperating to kill us, the second they turned on each other, ramming each other with such speed that they cracked their own skulls.

The skulls were a huge and effective distraction for the demons. They're fast, small, and they're teeth were sharp. And did I not mention that the flame is not just for show? That thing burns like real flame. They flew straight at the faces of the soldiers, forcing them to focus on them instead of their ground allies. That was the only time the NLSA were in use, the defenders firing off their wrist-mounted pistol at the bastard that clings at their shoulders and throat.

I growled. The usage of our fallen comrades is very effective. They absorbed 60% of our firepower, allowing their heavier comrades to get closer. Grimacing, I quickly pulled out my second gun, firing with the same ferocity Louise shows. Sanae is still at my side, pumping slugs like there's no tomorrow. Despite our best effort, the demons have got close. This is where it got ugly. Rockets, grenades and bullets intensified at the area. The Barons and Knights were much more resilient, taking more hits than normal. The flak cannon and machineguns mowed them down, but we do need to reload once in a while. Every time we reload, they advance.

An imp got close, his wide snapping teeth bites my revolver barrel as he jumped toward my position. With a sadistic grin, I blasted its head off, taking great care to let the bullet pierce and hit his friend.

Suddenly, one of the fallen wakes up. It was a pinkie, his face riddled with bullets. I stared back in shock. A soldier took care of it, blasting it back to oblivion. I gave him a thumbs up. He nodded, reloading his assault rifle in return. The NAR-02 works well against these demons, much better than the standard military M16, hence why the Scarlet Devil Mansion adopted it.

But that's beside the point; the pinkie was resurrected, and there's only one way of waking up the dead… I shook my head, praying to whatever god up there to listen to my plea. Apparently the gods have a cruel sense of humour, as I saw a single, bald crown behind the wall of demons. At that point I knew, we're fucked.

Shit, an Archville.

Oh well, I killed so much of them back in Hell, I can kill another.

I took a deep breath, steadying my heartbeat. My eyes became sharper as I took on the demon's malnourished form. He was as tall as a Baron of Hell, but he was a scrawny albino bastard, his stomach looks like a malnourished man's rib. His unsettling skeleton grin mocked us as he tossed his ugly horned head and casted another spell. A distance later, a Hell Knight woke up. He looks exactly like the Baron, except he is tan and much smaller. But he can still fuck you up.

The necromancer's head jolted back with much force, expelling a considerable amount of scarlet fluid. He tries to stand still, but gravity wins the fight and he fell down onto the sea of scarlet. I smiled as I took sight of the second demon I saw. My trusty scoped Kar98k has accompanied me all the way since my graduation as an Explorer. Many people believe that any weapons that spent considerable amount of time in Hell might receive special properties. I shrugged, so far, my pistol and rifle is still normal, no voices in my head, no desires for baby sacrifice…

I think its fine.

"Shit!" A machinegunner yelled beside me. I jolted my head around. Did they manage to climb up the watchtower? Turns out it was much worse. A Cacodemon is chomping on the poor gunner's arm, its one green eye shone with malice and triumph as the gunner writhed in pain. Not wasting a moment, the gunner pulled out his sidearm, a normal Berreta M9 and shot the oversized floating meatball. It was enough to release the pressure on his arm, but not enough to kill it. I simply bashed my rifle butt at the eye with much force, crushing the demon's eye. The demon roared in pain, is massive maw finally letting go. Then I shot him with my rifle, dropping him onto its friend.

I turned around to face the gunner. What's left of the arm is nothing but a stump. I quickly pulled out my first aid kit from my pack and wrapped his arm with a bandage and tourniquet. His face is ashen white, the usual colour of the one who lost too much blood. "Rest now bro" I told him. "I'll take care of the rest." He nodded, lying on the hard concrete floor. It was risky trying to bring him to Eirin, the road is clogged with demons. I stared at the wall where my soldiers were situated. The sentry guns were busy blasting fools down. The walkways on the wall were stained with blood; some of my combatants are wounded. The cacodemons and its cousin prove too much to handle. I growled deeply. This is bad, real bad. I guess we have no choice…

I turned on the radio on my webbing. "Meiling, we need to deploy the BFG Division." The crackling of her Kalashnikov was audible through my radio. The grunting of the pinkies and the roar of the demons are so loud, I thought my ears about to burst. I was used to this however…

"You read my mind mate! Wait till they got to the right position!" She yelled back. Her Kalashnikov chattered in the background, signifying death for the demon invading the west gate. I took a 360 turn. The west, north and south gate were secure, allowing some of them to assist the one at the east gate. Furthermore, most demons were concentrated at the east gate, not willing to bash their way in when the gap at the east gate inviting them. I growled as I dropped another Pain Elemental, those are the one who dealt the pain.

"BFG Division! On your mark!"

Meiling shouted over the intercoms, signalling the division to get ready. I grinned as well, time to rip and tear. I look over the defensive line; you can notice that the one who wore the BFGD armour and helmet were fidgeting about, waiting for the order. Each of them carries a single chainsaw at their back, ready to use. The chainsaw's case was yellow and there is the emblem of the Kappas emblazoned at their side. The chainsaw were stored in a special sheath as to not let the chain cut the user instead.

"Wanna join the fun Alex?" Meiling asked; her voice tainted with utter bloodthirsty glee as she spoke the word.

"Leave some for me sugar tits"

She laughed over the radio. I decided to look at the battlefield. The demons are close, but not close enough to warrant a close-quarter combat unit to deploy. Deploying the division now would end up with many killed by friendly fire. I believe Meiling will deploy them when the ground forces are reloading.

True to my deduction, the frontline machineguns stopped firing, opting to reload. The demons saw this as an opportunity and lunged forward with unholy vigour. I grinned, they are charging to their doom.

"Cease fire!"

The order is absurd, cease fire? What the fuck? What the hell is she planning?

"This gotta be a joke! We can't just stop shooting!" Private Carl yelled back, fear in his eyes were very visible. I frowned at him. "Do what you're told private!"

"But cap-"

"That's an order!" I cut him off. I hate to do this, but she won't issue a ridiculous order unless she's planning to do something; and she's the commander, a combat captain never got his rank if he were a stupid soldier. Mystia on the other hand were anticipating something, grinning like a madman. She looks cute when she smiled. "The show's about to start" She said, as if she was a child at the circus.

"What would happen?" I asked her. She smiled sweetly toward me. "Just you wait..." She replied simply.

"BFG Division! Rip and Tear!"

That sentence turns out to be the most traumatic experience I ever had.

Well, I was just casually shooting demons off the air. We all know the Pain elementals and Lost Souls the one doing the hurting, I'm still operational. But about marine who dabbed in the picture, I don't know, I lost sight of that dude. Meh, he probably went out for a quick piss.

As soon as the order were yelled out, the dude in space helmet beside me roared incoherently. At closer inspection, he is wearing breastplate armour with two shoulder pauldrons protecting his shoulder. He also wears a bracer and a pair of elbow guard at each elbow. His legs are protected by greaves and kneepads. He wore a sleek suit underneath, the stomach area shone when the lights shines upon them. His strange space helmet conceals his face, but I can hear his laboured breath. The green warrior rushed forward, pulling out a chainsaw from their back. As he run toward the horde, I saw several others followed suit, all clad in the same green outfit he wore. Unwilling to miss out on a picture opportunity, I pulled out my camera and start clicking.

It was brutality, pure unadulterated brutality. The warrior fell on the horde, tearing them apart with their chainsaws. The demon anguished roar intensify as the berserkers swung and hacked their way through the fiend, their blades thirsty for blood and their roar reaches the deepest pit of hell, freezing the blood of any mortal hearing their raucous howls. They howled like wolves, tearing toward their prey with barbarous cruelty. The demons fought back, but the soldiers are unbreakable, incorruptible, nothing survives their path.

"Rip and Tear! Rip and Tear your Gutttsssss!" A hoarse war cry rang out at the middle of the melee, empowering the rest to fight on. We saw that they have the ground and main forces under control, so we focused ourselves toward the airborne enemies. It maybe shameful of me, but the scene is too awesome and grotesque not to be preserved in a photo.

The sulphur-lemony smell of the demon's blood stung my nose, increasing my heartbeat in a second. I took several deep breaths to calm it down. Easy there heart, I whispered. Easy, that thing can overwork you so much that you keel over and die.

The sun has disappeared completely, letting the moon reign for the next 12 hours. Powerful searchlights bathed the scene, allowing us to see what's happening in front of us. The moon shone forlornly above us, as if grieving the senseless violence of her children, seeing how low they have stooped.

I leave my post behind, leaving it at the hands of my third comrade who is busy reloading the NSAW the space marine wields earlier. I climbed over a jeep; its green camouflage renders it almost invisible in the night. I am a soldier first and foremost, but as a military correspondence it was my job to capture the moment and immortalized it for the younger generation to study and inspired by it. Hong Meiling is at the frontline, leading the berserker pack of wolves. Wait, is she killing them with her BARE HANDS?

Yep, just as true as the moon is round, she picked up a zombie dude by his throat and proceeds to rip off the HEAD of the poor bastard. Yes, the head. The body fell down headless, its owner in hand of a violent Chinese warrior. She smiled at her trophy before throwing at another imp. The bastard lost his head as well due to the force of the throw. "Wow" I said to myself. "And to think that my general thought that they're nothing but backward, simple women."

I growled at my own respond. That was in the past, the first time we came here. Come to think off, when did we actually found them? It doesn't matter much, what matter's that there's a large piece of landmass with its resources intact right under the corporate's noses. Due to our crippled economy after engaging the demons worldwide for 3 years it was a big find for us. The corporate, generals and presidents were eager to exploit the living shit outta this place. They sent in some scouts to make sure that this place is safe. I don't know which nincompoop think it was a good idea to wage a war against this tiny piece of land, but the war was on. And it lasted for a measly 2 month.

"Come on" A general once said during the assembly. "We are the biggest military forces in the world, we fought off demons from hell, and we got much more advanced technology than they did. What could go wrong?"

The strange thing is, the war between Youkai and Human might be the most bloodless war I've ever saw. Almost only 500 people died, and that was a huge margin. A conventional war would usually end with at least 12000 deaths. I chuckled quietly. It was kind of funny though, we were waging a war with an enemy who was born to dodge BULLETS.

Looking back at the memory, it was no wonder the war lasted for 2 months only. The power gap is too big. But that 2 month cements the distrust of human in Youkai even stronger, almost creating a new war. Fortunately, the leaders decided enough was enough.

The ground is now a plain of scarlet, the littered body of the demons and humans were strewn across the battlefield. The grasses shone in the moonlight as the scarlet dew sticks on the leaves and drips onto the ground, providing nutrient for the ground. How can a single platoon armed with only chainsaws and a gutful of testosterone-fuelled rage can destroy a whole demon horde? The thought is absurd. But here it is, the group actually pushing them back.

For some reason, my ears found the cacophony of roars, screams, metal clangs and the sickening squelch of human and demon flesh met were music to my ears. I don't know how, I just found a certain tune in the chaotic harmony of metal, blood and screams. As if on cue, a long, loud scream appeared in the middle of the 'chorus', complimenting it by screaming shrilly in a melodic style along with the harmonious chaos I am witnessing now. The scream that was not a human scream, that was something else, a scream of the damned, the glimpse of the unknown, the ethereal melodic scream that drove the soldier's mad, swinging and killing in a faster and reckless way. Several got hit by friendly fire, but they shrug the blow off like morning dew off a leaf in the afternoon.

On that day, I finally realized the strength of the BFG Division.