The End of The Ice-Cap Wars

Bankotsu made his way to the front of the camera. The green light was on indicating that it was broadcasting. The American Provinces would be viewing the broadcast right now. Even the remainder of his vile family would be viewing it. Oh how they will be surprised. General Zhun stood tall and proud next to me.

"I will speak in the American English so the people of America can understand me." He said. His English was broken but he made it come out as mere pauses. "Today, I have here one of the American Governors and one of the American officers. I will show you what happens to the people that defy the rule of the United Chinese Kingdom."

He motioned for a Chinese officer on his right to raise his side arm. The officer grew his pistol from it's holster and raised it to be level with the American officer's head. He cocked the hammer on his revolver and squeezed the trigger. The round fired and the sound from the muzzle echoed throughout the large sound proofed room.

Bankotsu looked away from the body and the blood spatter. He pictured everyone in the Provinces shielding the eyes of the children and turning away. He hardened his gaze and slipped on the bayonet to the Kalishnakov and locked it in place.

"And now for the other. Captian Xaing!" General Zhun glanced over to Bankotsu.

Bankotsu P.O.V

I pulled the receiver on the AK-47 and chambered the 7.62x39mm cartridge. I slowly aimed the rifle to the senator's head. I took a deep breath and it felt as if the world around me slowed to a crawl. I pulled my side arm and freed it from it's holster. I shot the closest enemy to my 12:00 and spun around, dropping to my knees. I fired the AK and it kicked. After the clip ran dry I tossed the rifle towards Zhun whom caught it with ease. I sprung up, grabbed a low-laying bar and smashed my legs into his face. I jumped down and quickly shed the small clothing so I was back into my combat pants and my black sleeveless shirt. Zhun slashed at me with the bayonet of the rifle and cut me across the chest. I glared at him and rubbed my hand in my blood and streaked my face in red.

General Zhun P.O.V

I stared into the eyes of this American commando. He frightened me as the detail behind his eyes came to surface. I saw a raging inferno of hell and the willing to obey and give orders without flaw. Whoever this man is, he is a monster. I collected myself and stabbed out with the bayonet, he quickly parried the strike and punched me in the jaw. I stumbled back several feet and spat out teeth and blood. His blood smeared face flashed and in it I saw the angel of death riding on his shoulders.

"Who are you American?"

Bankotsu P.O.V

"I am the protector of America and all of her citizens, and you make that job very difficult." I snarled.

My heavy steel-toed boots thudded loudly on the wooden floors. He slashed out with the rifle again. I grabbed it and flung it across the room where it broke into many twisted fragments.

"Stand up." I growled.

I saw him slowly stand and assume a hand-to-hand combat stance. Right hand horizontal placed at front, left hand diagonal at 35 degrees, right foot planted firm, out front, left foot cocked back, slightly bent. He lashed out with a right straight. I swayed back and to the left. I grabbed his right with my right and planted my left leg behind his right. I smashed my elbow into his face, staggering him almost enough to cause him to fall. He regained his composure and struck me with a left hook which I quickly recovered and countered with a right hook to his diaphragm.

As he lay coughing on the ground, I turned to walk towards my tactical vest, which I quickly threw on over my underarmor tee-shirt. I pulled a set of cold-steel handcuffs from the rear pocket on my back. I picked up the camera and turned it to my war-painted, blood-streaked face.

"Shows over motherfuckers." I said.

I dropped the camera to the floor and slammed my booted foot on it. I glanced up and a heavy weight came crashing onto my abdomen. a wounded Chinese soldier tried to tackle me as a distraction so that Zhun could escape. I grabbed my VP-70M from my back holster and fired a 3-round burst into Zhun's lower half. I placed the barrel of the pistol to the stomach of my attacker and fired another burst sending a fine red mist into my face. I wrapped my muscled arm around the half-dead soldier's neck and quickly jerked his neck up and pushed down on his head with my other hand ensuring his brain stem was torn. Moving over to Zhun, I handcuffed him to a pipe connected firmly to the wall. I collected my Barret M468 and pulled the charging handle to ensure it was loaded. I kicked the basement door open and walked into the main foyer. There was lots of blood, that's for damn sure. I calmly walked outside and recoiled.

General P.O.V

As the door to the outside opened and Bankotsu took his first steps he was confronted by a platoon of UCA soldiers. Korean, Chinese, Vietnamese, Iraqi, the whole shebang. Just a giant clusterfuck of targets in Bankotsu's eyes. He could take them out, easy, what was holding him back however, was the line of tanks. Lóng bā sī tè 2015, or Dragon Buster 15's.

"Put your weapons on the ground and drop to your knees!" A Korean general shouted.

Bankotsu slowly and reluctantly unclipped his rifle from it's sling and threw it into the snow. He tossed his Beretta 92F beside it. He dropped to his knees and held his arms to his head. He turned to his right and saw his squad dead, face down in the snow. Captured and executed.

"General!" Bankotsu shouted. "If there is one thing you never should have done, it's fuck with the Marine Corps!"

He dove face down as Raptor helicopters rose from behind the mountain ridges and rained down bullet after 50. caliber bullet from the valcon rotary cannons. The missiles deployed and struck the tanks, sending peices of twisted, jagged metal into the air. Bankotsu dove for his weapons. As the enemy soldiers scrambled for cover Bankotsu tagged them. They were being struck from all sides. Only a mere 10 minuets passed and every UCA soldier in the platoon lay dead.

"It's about fucking time!" Bankotsu shouted over his headset. "Zhun is in the basement, get his sorry ass and take me back for debriefing huh? I want to get me a hooker and some beer!"

1:38 AM
American Marine Headquarters
Washington D.C
7-22-2020

Bankotsu stood near 12 wooden crates. Each filled with clothing, armor, and gear. He took box after elegant wooden box and placed one in each white crate.

"Cheonsey. Smith. Ric. Samuel. Zeke. Chris. Gerald. Kyle. Chuck. Steve. Jack. Ricardo. You've earned this medal my brothers. Rest easy."

With those words, Bankotsu sealed the crates and gave a final salute to his fallen squad mates. Semper Fi.