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Here's chapter 10. Last we left the brave French officer he was shot. Congrats to you because this chapter was that short that it contains two Blasts to the past chapters. Yay for you!

Note 2:- did you know the Army Tanks are actually a British invention? It was called the 'Tank' after the British disguised the Tanks in large crates with 'water tanks' writing across them so spies would just think it was the water supply and not a new dangerous weapon. Can you tell I'm a History fan?

Date: - 1915, April 07.

Time: - midday.

Whereabouts: - France, Ward near local church.

The French man stirred. He was in a bed with dirty white sheets. Bandages covered his shoulder and chest as a nurse looked at the clip board at the end of his bed. She gave a small tut before looking at him shocked as he suddenly sat up and stared at her.

"Where… where am I?" he asked in a daze as he grabbed his head from the sudden ache.

"Please, calm down," the nurse said trying to get him to relax. "You were shot and brought here. You've suffered from a damaged shoulder and punctured lung," she said as he looked at her in shock.

"My men! How are they? What happened? Are they okay?" he asked in a panic.

"I'm not sure," she said looking worried. "I'll go get farther Roberts, maybe he knows," she said making the man lay back before walking off and approaching a younge man in black with a white collar.

They talked for a few minutes before they both turned to look at him. The solider raised an eyebrow before the man in black approached him.

"Sgt Jacques, I see you're awake," he said looking at the officer.

"Yes farther but please, where's my men? Did they survive the German attack?" he asked as the priest nodded.

"Your bravery paid off. Your men are fine and the trench has been saved. One of your men brought you here three days ago. You should be happy to still be alive," he said as the Sgt tried to stand. "You should rest," the priest said trying to calm the man.

"I need to get back to the trench," he said but stopped as the priest put a hand on his shoulder.

"Please rest, you will be back in the trench soon enough. I will make sure of that," Farther Roberts said smiling kindly as the Sgt did as he was told.

The priest then nodded and walked off. They had made the church a temporary hospital and it was littered with the injured. He reached the head of the church and through a doors that led to a type of office with a familiar looking women inside dressed in her usual Mum outfit.

"Do you think it's him?" he asked as the priest walked road an old desk and sat.

"I think so, sister," she nodded in thought. "I have no doubt he is strong in heart and will so we need not delay," the women said as she put a item on the desk that was wrapped in brown paper and bowed together with twine.

"He is badly hurt though," the priest pointed out looking unsure. "He still may not pull through if infection takes hold."

"Then what better time to wear the mask but now?" She said as he looked at her. "If he truly is the next wearer, then it will help his wounds and infection."

"Okay," he nodded as he retrieved the package. "How do we get him to wear it?"

"He needs to agree in wearing it," she said simply. "You need to convince him."

"Me?" The priest asked looking shocked. "But is this not a job for the guardian of the mask, sister?"

"Im tired, farther," she said with a sigh. "I've been the guardian for more than a century and I think it's time a new guardian taLes my place."

"You want me to... are you certain?" He asked looking unsure.

"You may be young for your title but you earned It," she explained. "I wouldn't trust no one else to take on such a role. Go to him, show him the path and teach him."

"I won't let you down," he nodded.

Date: - 1915, May 01.

Time: - midnight.

Whereabouts: - Belgium town.

The men raced behind burned cars and tanks. The street was littered with death and destruction. Everyone took there position. They waited, listening to the faint sound of gun fire that was getting louder and louder. Suddenly, men in khaki could be seen running towards them, pepper potting backwards. One group fired then quickly ran behind the next lot who carried on the pattern. They then retreated back and also hid behind the trees and buildings with the French soldiers.

"They have five tanks left and a good handful of men!" a British army officer yelled in a sloppy French accent to the French officers as he raced into the same hiding place.

"Our men are in position," the French officer yelled back.

A shell then flew past and hit a burnt truck making it fly in the air and land only several feet from the officers.

"SHIT!" the British officer yelled in shock then looked over and saw the five tanks advancing forwards with German soldiers assorting it.

They watched the Tanks get closer as the French officer called upon the radio man. He dashed over with the large radio on his back the jumped down and prepared his weapon as the officer contacted HQ.

"This is Hotel Charlie one. British Foxtrot Golf has joined us. We need back up! We have five tanks heading our way and we have less than 50 men remaining, over," he yelled as the radio tapped away.

"Remain in your positions Hotel Charlie one and help will come as soon as possible," the radio op decoaded back to the officers as he listened to the message. "You'll need to fight them off till back up comes though, over."

"Understood," the French officer nodded before looking to the British officer. "We need to fight them off," he informed.

"Right," he said looking at his platoon. "Charlie team! I want support from the top left hand building, Delta, advance right and set up an explosion ready for my command. I want that building to come down on those tanks. Get all grenades, C4 explosives and anything you can get and set up a trap for them," he said as the men nodded. "Get Alpha team to remain where they are and fire when I fire my first shot." he told a man stood on his own and he nodded before running and making sure all the men knew what they were doing.

They then set to work as Delta team got together all the French and British men and collected everything they could and began to set everything up at the side of the building. The French section remained with the Alpha team, ready to fire. The tanks then advanced close and the British officer fired off his first round. The whole Alpha and French section then opened fire and fired at the German men as the tanks fired back. One shell hit one car and blew it up, causing five men who were hiding behind it to fly across the road.

"RETREET!" the British officer yelled then the two sections jumped up and ran off. They made it to a second set of buildings and then the British officer grabbed a radio. "Set off the trap!" he yelled and then watched as one of the buildings blew up in a massive explosion. The building collapsed crushing half the German men and two tanks.

"Now what?" the French officer asked as Charlie team began to take out the rest of the German foot soldiers from the roof before the building was shot at and then collapsed to the floor.

"Were fucked," he said watching Charlie section retreat back to Alpha section and the French section. "Open fire!" he said but the bullets made no effect on the tanks. "We need to do a head on attack and take control of the tanks."

"We don't have enough men for that. We'll be taken out to quickly," the French soldier said.

"We have 19 men left and it's our only option," he said then quickly began to think up an attack plan.

Just then, a figure in a black tux leaped down from a building onto on of the tanks. He quickly worked on opened the top and then leaped inside. The soldiers watched as two men were tossed out and then the tank turned to the one next to it before the gun lowered down and fired under the second tank making it fly up in the air and tune on its side. The last Tank then turned and fired at it making the tank smash into a building. The tank couldn't move from the damage it had taken but the gun still moved and fired at the last tank. Both tanks fired before a large explosion erupted from them both and then smoke filled the scene. Quiet took over the streets and the men watched, wondering what had just happened and where the tux wearing man was.

"Sir! Look!" one of the remaining French men said pointing up to a building where the tux man stood holding his staff and looking at the burning tanks.

"You have just been saved by histories finniest!" the tux man yelled to them. "I am, Last-Dance! Spread the word that I am fighting for the Triple Alliance and we will be triumphant!" he said before running off and out of view.

"Sir, we have a message," The radio op called as he ran to the officers. "HQ reports that Back up is near our position."

"Tell them back up is not needed anymore," he said still in shock. "We've just been saved by Last-Dance."