Well well sorry for no writing in the last weekend.
And anybody knows what happened with "Legend of another hero"? The story and its writer, StillIdontKnow, just vanished. I just waiting looking the growing of the story and when mine and their were grew enough I will ask the author for a "tactical merge".
Anyway, let's roll with another chapter. And if somebody want a merge or a cameo be free to ask.
Run run run and keep running. Despite the odd situation running with the land units wear on I just keeping running. I had to find cover or a "safe" spot to sleep. Because my ability if I feel sleepy I just drop to the ground and pass out until the "cool down" counter reach the zero at the next morning and ignoring the near enemies.
Maybe hit the wasp nest wasn't the best option.
Well, you never could know it. It was the best decision with the moment intel.
Although It looks like a bad decision now?
Now with the last news, yes, it was a very bad idea. Now instead of keep walking sneaky way to Hamburg now you will have to defeat all those enemies between us and our goal.
Fug… Now I need some place to sleep in relatively security.
Try near the river, the neuroi doesn't like the water.
Really? Ohh great, thanks for the intel.
You're welcome. I'll mark you again the spot near the river, you know, one of the spots marked for loot when you found the train station.
Ohh, that will be great.
In my HUD a signal re-appeared highlighting 2.18 kilometers until it. I was marked as "Loot C".
Three enemies appeared in the route to the "safe room". They were annihilated under the fire of my new and enhanced buzzsaw. When we reached the destination I started to scan the area with both my scanner and my own vision. I took the place and began to accomodate me preparing to sleep when…
Ajem… Don't you miss something?
No?
Something so important to be not forgotten?
Still… No?
Something you must do before sleep. Make the maintenance of your equipment, check your supplies, decide what to do the next day and WRITE THE REPORT.
Ohh… No, I don't wanna write something by my hand. I miss my computer. The thing I'll do tomorrow will be keep running to north. My equipment is okay and I have enough food for the next two days.
No excuses, check everything before sleep.
I saw in my mind the image of a young girl pointing with her finger at the place that was placed the backpack along the other equipment with a disappointed expression.
*Sigh*... Yes, ma'am.
Very well.
I gathered all my equipment from the backpack and checked it all. Checked the weapons, both MG-42, the knife. Checked the canteens, the trenching tool. Checked the land units…
Now… I was thinking, maybe it's a nice moment to read the operation manual of the units.
Good thinking. Let's read it.
"Operation and maintenance manual for StuG-IV Land Striker Units", can be readed in the cover.
Summarizing it was a complete manual for operations with useless things such "concentrate your magic to use the shield projectors" and another like "you can use them for wading a not very deep river and you can not loss speed in the process"; nice.
Also it explained how to dismantle them and how to repair them with no proper tools.
Units, check. Food, check.
No, you didn't check the food… Go and check it.
Ugh, yes ma'am.
As I expected my food will give me two days more. With two canned beef from a forgotten age… It's not like I could be ill by it. My canteens and something looks like dried meat from more or less the same age as the canned food.
Food, check. MG not checked but looks like in nice condition.
No, check it properly.
But I am tired I want sleep.
No complains, and you lack to write the report.
Why? Why I can not be no Karlslander?
You prefer Gallian?
No.
Britanian?
I hate british… It's just birth… Blood… Well, no britanian.
Liberion?
Worse…
Orussian?
If only they were like real Russians…
I told you that no…
Exists here, so no orussians.
It looks like a draw. So because you are now a Karlslander.
Well, in the past we were the same country.
So, solved.
I resumed checking my equipment, the time passed and the sun reached the horizon line while.
I unpacked my stylograph and the paper. When inspiration came to me I begun.
Field report:
Date:
Hey Sybilla what is the today date?
Wednesday, 23th of June 1943.
Thanks.
Wednesday, 23th of June 1943.
Place: a "barrack" near the Leinne.
Today was a really nice day, I destroyed my very first nest. My kill count is…
Sibilla, how is my kill count?
Fourteen kills with the nest.
… is 13 turtles and 1 nest. But unfortunately I awoken the Karlsland Neuroi network so from here and now I will have a lot of work. Today also obtained a transport form; a land unit; StuG vier, as it is wrote in its manual.
I also received a new and enhanced MG-42 like those the witches carry, even with the double magazine. But I will need a real sight, If I find glass and lights I'll try to make a reflex sight. Even with this level of technology I can try to make a real sight.
The next thing to report is "efficency ubber alles"; I destroyed the nest with a nade and water. Maybe this method can be used by the League in the future.
Tomorrow I will resume my route towards the north. Sybilla leaked that my goal is in Hamburg. So let's go.
Now, time to sleep.
It is okay but it looks like more like your personal diary, not like a proper report. You have to enhance it and write more.
Ughh… But that will be more writing…
No complains, a real true Karlsland soldier doesn't give complains; just take orders.
Okay….
The next things were ask Sibilla for a three sixty scan in order to ensure the location and get me comfortable for sleep. Placing my bedroll in the floor so that my head will had a perfect view of the door. It is not like the neuroi uses the doors but it is just in case.