Disclaimer: I do not own "Full Metal Alchemist" or its characters portrayed in my story. I do, however, own General Hadaka, General Evans, Ryuhei Aoi: The "Blinding-Light" Alchemist, Angel Vang: The "All-Knowing" Alchemist, and Cory Lauer: The "Brute-Force" Alchemist. I am making no money from this story.
Author's Note: Sorry this chapter is short. Lost my creativity. I'm trying to get it back, and soon. The next chapters should be longer. Hope you enjoy my new additions as well. - Zack
"Ready! Aim! Fire!" Shouted Colonel Strong.
The sound of gunfire and huge black clouds of smoke were caused by the shots. The first shots were fired by the Amestris military. The State Alchemists had attacked as well. Blue lights, from the alchemic transmutations had suddenly appeared all over. Just then, the Creta military had attacked back. They only had about two thousand men in this battle. About twenty of them were dropped by the first shots.
General Evans had noticed he was outnumbered, but he didn't want to be called a coward by his country. He did not forfeit. Suddenly, the sounds of more guns erupted. More black smoke in the air. Amestris' army had already fired the next shots. This battle was on. Suddenly, instead of standing and firing, the men of Creta's army started to charge Amestris' army.
Colonel Armstrong started firing projectiles at the men charging at them. The men across the river, on Amestris' side started to open fire, since the men of Creta were in range.
Creta's men had bayonets attached to their guns. The men of Amestris, however, did not. The Alchemists' made up for this, and more. They were extremely useful in hand-to-hand combat. The soldiers kept firing into the men charging at them. Using handguns, they were much more effective.
The soldiers though, looked like chess pieces to Mustang. He watched the men of Creta fall, dead, thanks to the efforts of the Alchemists'. Also, the handguns that Amestris soldiers were using were quite effective. Men from both sides, but mainly Creta, were falling, dead. Armstrong fired more projectiles at the men of Creta.
Soon, the battle was over. Creta's soldiers were either dead, or injured. Most of those who deserted, on the other hand, weren't injured. But, they had run away, and most likely were going to be punished, or killed, by Creta's government. There was no sympathy for those who deserted their country.
General Evans had waived the flag of retreat. Amestris had won this battle. They had a few casualties, and a few deaths, but nothing serious at all. They had a total of fourty-two deaths, and ninety-seven injuries. Creta, on the other hand, had about fourteen hundred dead, and six hundred dead, with about two hundred deserters.
State Alchemists, such as Colonel Alex Armstrong, were the reason the battle was won so easily. With their ability to create objects, and the ability to attack, like Armstrong has, they can fight well, especially side-by-side.
Even though this skirmish was won, the big battles were yet to come. Roy knew this. He had decided that they would sneak, in small squadrons, around the country of Creta. Just like in Ishbal, they would be stealthy, and skillful. Roy decided that there should be one Alchemist for every twenty men. This way, he could also send an officer with each group. It'd be a nice balance, and it'd be tactful.
Every three regiments would be a battalion. The battalion would travel, partially spread out. This way, they could cover large areas, quietly, and quickly, while using stealth and still having the power to win skirmishes. Roy planned for sixteen battalions. Two battalions would travel together. The strength, speed, and stealth would be great.
But that was for the future. There were wounded soldiers to be tended to, now. Roy walked through the lines of wounded men. Some had a bullet wound. Others had a missing arm or leg. Many were not injured badly. Grazed by a bayonet, or something minor, while others were injured fatally, and some were almost guaranteed death.
As Roy walked through, he thanked the men for their service. He told them all how wonderful they did in the battle, and that each of them would be thanked more properly, upon his return to Central.
Roy had already called for reinforcements. Men from Central Headquarters would be arriving. Mainly, it would be Alchemists arriving. The regular army troops were going to stay in Central. Alchemists such as Ryuhei Aoi, the Blinding-Light Alchemist would be arriving.
Ryuhei's alchemic power was strong. He had the ability to blind evil-doers with the light of goodness. He had the power of the sun in his hands, and was a powerful opponent, by all means.
Another strong Alchemist to be called in was Angel Vang, also known as the All-Knowing Alchemist. He had the ability to plan out great strategies, and predict their outcomes, using alchemy. He had never lost a chess game, and he played chess often, to keep his alchemic ability strong.
Cory Lauer, the Brute-Force Alchemist; another powerful contender, would be arriving to the western front. He had melee power beyond compare. He used alchemy to annihilate opponents, with his strength, amplified with alchemy.
Separately, these three were very useful and tough opponents. But together, these three were an unstoppable team. Vang, with his power to figure the outcome of almost any situation, Ryuhei with his power to bring out the goodness in peoples hearts, and Lauer, to stop anyone from getting to Vang or Ryuhei using his strength to stop his opponents; this was one method of defeating enemy armies, who dared to challenge Amestris.
The point of this war was still not known to Mustang. For nothing but border skirmishes had been going on, and in Amestris territory, too. How could those skirmishes spark a war? Roy did not know, but he planned to find out. With his team of Alchemists arriving in a few days, Amestris was going to win this war. There was no doubt about it.
As the day wore on, Roy ordered that all his men setup camp, and get rest. Soon, tents were visible, all over what was their former battlefield. Roy thought back to Ishbal, and tried to sleep in his tent. He couldn't sleep. He decided to go for a walk, instead.
As he walked around the tents, and saw that no one was awake, except the guard, he decided that this war was not unnecessary. His country had not started this war, and the Alchemists were not using the power of the Philosopher's Stone. With this peace, Roy decided to try to go to sleep, yet again. This time though, it worked.
He dreamed of his wedding, which had happened six months back. When he dreamt of that, it brought him peace. He was asleep, and he had a smile on his face. This was not the Ishbal Massacre, where he could find no sleep, but rather a justified cause to fight. Roy was going to protect his country, at all costs.
How would the next morning turn out for the men of Amestris? How would it turn out for Roy? How about Riza? Falman? Breda? Havoc? Fury? Only time would tell.
Author's Note: I know, I know. Too short. Sorry. I'm trying to get my creativity back. Depression doesn't help there. And current;y, I am depressed. Sorry. - Zack