Hellsing: Battlefront
Chapter 13: Replacements.
ZR: Wow, I think that was the quickest update ever for me. I'm like Superman!
Waiting? Why the hell were they waiting? The Army's momentum was lost, the Blitzkrieg got to them. So they stopped, to resupply, and to rest. After nearly two years of fighting, the war was drawing to a close, and yet, why did they stop? They were so close to the end. But decisions like that were left up to the boys and girls at High Command, not him. With this reprise, came both the good, and the bad.
The good, this momentary stop gave his troops a chance to recover from all the hard fighting. They needed it. Well, the human ones anyway. Ever since the rescue op, Mui, Shawn and Joseph joined his ranks. Along with a few other vampires who decided to join.
The bad, he was also receiving new recruits. The vampire recruits were easy to deal with; humans…were a different story. First off, they had no idea what they were getting into; nearly all never heard from their recruiters that they're commanding officer was a vampire. Secondly, they all believed that vampires were things of horror stories and Hollywood. Oh how wrong they were.
John watched as the trucks filled with recruits drove up to their base. He was to, personally greet them. When all of them, nearly thirty five in all, jumped out the trucks, he eyed them with distaste. They formed a single row, with some precision, and stood at attention. He strode to the center of the line and gazed up and down the row.
"Someone tell me, what do you think you'll be doing in this corps?"
A hand shot up.
"You," He strode over to the soldier, a man with hard eyes, and a strong jaw. Obviously a capable man, "What's you name son?"
"Sergeant Bates sir!"
"Tell the rest of your fellow soldiers what you think we are here to do."
"We are an elite corps, destined to eliminate our targets as quickly and efficiently as possible, sir!"
"Good, good Sergeant Bates. But not good enough!"
"I don't understand sir."
"What your recruiters, and the media, and everyone else who is not in the military, is that this corps' Commanding officer, that's me, is not human!"
Many grew puzzled looks on their faces.
Another hand shot up, this one down the line to his left.
"Yes soldier?"
"What type of monster sir?"
"Why I'll show you." He grabbed his radio, "Lieutenant Seras, please report to me."
Less than a minute later, Seras arrived, carrying her huge case for her Harconnen. Many soldiers, mainly the males, glanced at her, before returning their gaze foreword.
"At ease soldiers."
They automatically relaxed.
"Who thinks that they can take on Lieutenant Seras here?"
A single hand shot up, it was Sergeant Bates.
"Step forward Sergeant, remove your gear."
Bates removed his pack and ammo pouches. He rested his rifle on his pack and stepped forward. Seras dropped her case, it thudded loudly on the ground when it hit.
"Seras will only flick her fingers in this fight. And Seras, be a dear and try and not to break this ones arm."
"Yes sir!"
Bates dropped to a fighting stance, and lunged. Seras flicked, and bates was sent flying backward, into the line. He was dazed for only a moment, and then realized what happened.
"You will be fighting along," began John, "and against Vampires."
"But sir, I thought Vampires only existed in fantasy?"
John identified that soldier, quickly grabbed him by his uniform, and dragged him closer to his face. He removed the colored contact lenses, and bared his fangs. His eyes glowed with rage.
"What the people don't know, and never will, is that vampires are real. Believe it or not." He released his grip, "You may be scared when you first face them, but remember this, they are not true vampires. They were created by the twisted minds of insane humans. They were once human being just like you. But either forced, or became willingly, vampires. Or as we call them, Freaks." He strode over to Seras, "Vampires have inhuman strength, agility, sight, smell, and many other capabilities that you will learn here. That is, if you survive."
Seras opened her case, and swiftly took up her Harconnen.
"Again, inhuman strength. But hose you see here, and on the battlefield are nothing compared to Integra Wingate's servant."
"Integra? You mean the Officer who is leading this whole war right?"
He glared at the soldier who spoke, "An officer? No. She is a member of the protestant royal knights. You will dress Integra as Sir, am I clear?"
"Yes sir."
"And what about her servant? What is he like?"
"Well I'm glad you asked, he's right behind you."
The soldier in question slowly turned around, and faced, what he thought, was a very tall man in a red trench coat, and an oversized hat. The sun reflected off his orange sunglasses.
"What a bunch of slime." He muttered, "It's a shame you have to train these worthless humans John. I don't think they can handle real combat."
"Against us? No, but against the Freaks they have a chance. It's good to see you again Alucard. How go things at the Mansion?"
"The same, whiney humans scurrying about like chickens with their heads cut off." He paused, "If you will excuse me, my master is calling." With that, he phased into the ground, leaving the thirty five soldiers stunned.
"Fortunately, you all won't experience his power. There is no one in the entire world that can stop him. Now, grab your gear and head to your tents, you'll be receiving your weapons and supplies tomorrow morning at 0600 hours. Dismissed."
1400 Hours
One week later…
Momentum renewed, the army pushed forward. Their section of line, just east of Hannover, Germany. The Nazis tenacity was getting fiercer; it took a lot more just to bring them down now. With their fuel reserves down to almost nothing, their army was in piss poor condition. This was good…for the most part.
"Get your ass in gear soldier, do you want to die out here?" yelled John.
"No sir I don't!" He yelled back.
The soldier fired a quartet of shots at a charging Freak. Two in the chest, one in the arm, the last in its head.
"McKinney, Mendoza, Johnson go right! Seras, Shawn, Mui, we go left. Everyone else, give us some covering fire!"
John and his team circled left, behind the cover of trees, while Johnson and his circled right, behind a row of bushes. John motioned his team to halt, and grab grenades. He gave a count down, and they threw the grenades at the Nazis. Plumes of dirt and thunder shook John to the core, as they rushed out of the tree line and gunned down the remaining Nazis.
"Let's go, lets go! We've got another click to the objective! Move it, double time!"
The team nearly ran down the last stretch of road toward their objective, an airstrip that housed the last of the infamous Luftwaffe. They met little resistance on the way over, which was surprising for the Nazis. Unfortunately, there was no time to speculate on why.
When they reached the Airfield, there was no one. The entire airstrip was deserted. Even the planes were gone. All of them. It was strange. When they inspected the airstrip, it was full of meter wide holes. It was strange, had the air force already gotten to it without telling them? John decided to radio it in.
"Major John to HQ, my team and I have arrived at our objective, apparently it's been abandoned. The airstrip is not usable, and all of the equipment is missing. Is there something we should know?"
"Major John, this is HQ. Apparently someone over here forgot to tell you about that airstrip. It was targeted almost three days ago. You are to hold there until Evac arrives."
"Affirmative."
He looked at the rest of his team.
"I don't like this, muttered Joseph."
"Neither do I, it doesn't seem right for HQ to do something like that. A mistake in their orders?" Added Mui.
"So what now?" asked Johnson.
"We wait for Evac. Then new orders."
ZR: Suspiciousness!