"Our country's been suffering with wars against other nations. North of Neo Zenith, and the South of Ciciero. But, as of now, as your trusted Fuhrer for 23 years, I tell the citizens of here Central that the war is over. Those two have surrendered, and our soldiers are clearing the remaining enemy forces."
Thousands roared in the plains, mountains, deserts and End Regions. What they have been suffering for years to come has ended. It was a celebration.
To the border commands and forts, they've been under constant watch. It wasn't their jobs to celebrate. It was to guard their beloved country no matter the cost.
"The battle's over. But the war hasn't. The Fuhrer was wrong to call this 'war'. Other countries are still watching us and plotting to destroy our lush forests and plains. Keep your eyes open or I will open them for you" was the Northern Command's order. Their wooden fortress was worn out from the harsh winds of the north, but it was still standing, and it was good.
"May our beloved Notch watch over us from any harm whatsoever. And keep your guard on, men. If this fortress goes down, nothing will stand between them and our Central Command. Keep in mind that I still possess the golden sword, and I intend to use it on anyone who disobeys my order, regardless of their age." The young commander of the Southern Command was known to be very strict, and he did had the golden sword, which gave him power over all men in Southern Command, its stone walls were moss-ridden from its sturdiness provided always.
However, the Central Command had their guard down. The only ones who were working through this celebration was the experimentalists. They were in their underground experimentation labs, not coming up from there.
The Fuhrer was watching over the desert when one of his officers approached him.
"Sir. The experimentalists require more iron blocks."
"How many do we have in quantity?"
"The miners uncovered 239 iron blocks. 10 of them were scrapped due to their poor conditions, and 100 iron ingots will be used to forge weapons that'll be send to both North and South Commands. The..."
"I asked for quantity. Not the whole process of counting them." The Fuhrer said to the overachieving officer, without any change of tone.
"90 Iron blocks are left."
"Send them all. And tell them that I want to see direct results on the construction of our Iron Army."
"Sir!" The officer left, and the Fuhrer was left alone.
His eyes, as blank as ever, was staring into the glass pane. Those sadistic, yet soulless eyes did not know no bounds.