Colonia Storm Tour

Volume 8 Fan Fiction Short Story: A Glimpse into the Future - From Moni MK3 (Harvesting Mech)

The war is over.

When the people huddled beneath the thick Antarctic ice sheet once again emerged from their shelters, he told them the war was over. The horrifying mental plague, the nightmarish spirits, and any other threat they didn't fully understand had all been crushed. They, the Foehn Winds, had won the final victory in this war that determined the fate of humanity.

This was a solitary victory. From this moment forward, nothing and no one on this planet could stop them from planting their dark green flag in every corner of the world. Perhaps those madmen from the free world and the elves had once vilified them as "butchers," "madmen of East Asia," "filthy unbelievers," or perhaps other strange curses had been used to smear them, deceiving themselves in the most feeble way. But for the three saints who now possessed the entire planet and had forged the largest and most sophisticated nation in human history with the power of technology, the dying words of the dead could not occupy even a second of their thoughts.

Because peace comes from strength.

So when the massive fleet streaked across the sky like meteors, and the towering metal colossi, protected by a cluster of intelligent machines, crushed the scattered debris on the ice sheet, grinding the rotting corpses of enemies into the ice shards, everyone watching the screen understood one thing.

The old era has ended, and the new era promised by the saints has arrived.

People poured out of the barriers that had stood by them through their most difficult times, and what followed the brief celebration was the final determination of their place in the world.

Mountain-like colony ships crashed into the inland, mechanical slaves painted the earth with metallic hues, and even at the ends of the sky, the ever-growing artificial land below could be seen. A massive amount of information, with the expansion of the network, once again linked the civilizations of the entire planet. The remnants of those old kingdoms had no choice but to assimilate, bowing their heads to the slogans of "Victory for China!" and the dark green battle flags, before being submerged and becoming part of them.

All this is simply because the saints desire it; their will is incorruptible, their kingdom indestructible, and their goals undistorted. They are the gods of the new era.

Three people, three forces, immense, united... and ferocious.

Cold electronic eyes, fanatical human eyes, and senses constructed from mysterious mental forces surveyed this new world with satisfaction. Except for those saints, even though they now held nearly the entire world's population and all its productive forces, they occupied the land, locked down the seas, planned the entire sky, and enjoyed a vast amount of fanaticism.

But that's not enough, far from enough.

Therefore, their gaze inevitably turned to the sky beyond the sky.

A new parallel universe, and stars within easy reach.

They understand why, what they need to do, and why they are doing it.

Command and Conquest.

This short story was written by MoniMK3 (Harvest Mech) [reader's name/author's name are respectively]. As the author, I must say, it's absolutely fantastic; no wonder he's a master!

Although it is short, it is full of essential information, giving people a clear overview of the future.

I'd like to recommend his works. They are very insightful and meaningful. If you're looking for this kind of work, check out his writing. He writes very well, but not many people read them. If you like them, feel free to bookmark them.

The Last Glimmer of Hope in the First Chapter—From Miss Miguel

I was actually in charge of the rewriting work. You could say I almost rewrote the entire short story. To keep the chapter titles neat, I didn't add the rewriting section. Consider this today's update.

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This peaceful and tranquil state is likely to be shattered today, as an unknown enemy has launched an attack... However, these enemies, who are clearly using warships and mechs manufactured by DEM Corporation and CR-UNIT, are obviously DEM personnel. It is unknown what internal strife has led them to turn London into a battlefield.

Have those big shots out of their minds or what? Damn it, it's just a very profitable and technologically advanced company, not a country. And those equipment were clearly meant to be kept secret from the civilians, yet they're openly using them for attacks. Are those big shots in DEM no longer satisfied with their current business?

After those alien-equipped airships appeared, their situation took a sharp turn for the worse. Compared to enemies with arbitrary domain protection and advanced beam weapons, our equipment and technology were far inferior. To completely defeat these enemies was as absurd as the Zulu spearmen shooting down our helicopters and fighter jets.

After breaking through line after line of defense, they finally reached the airbase. It was not an important stronghold, so they only sent a small number of troops to attack it.

Although this army was insignificant compared to the vast armies at the front, it was deadly enough for the troops stationed here, as the defense force consisted of only five army divisions and one air force squadron. If it weren't for the base's distance from the city center, it wouldn't even have received military protection.

With a 1-to-1 ratio, they had virtually no chance of winning. According to some DEM magicians who had fled there, the quadrupedal walking mechs were called Immortal Vanguard Assault Mechs. They not only had powerful random fields, but also twin beam cannons capable of quickly penetrating defenses and auxiliary micro-missile launchers. If they didn't have enough Challenger and Javelin missiles, it would be difficult to break through their enhanced random fields.

The crescent-shaped warships flying in the sky are called Stormships. We've already witnessed their power; a single shot destroyed a building like a sandcastle on the beach. As for the other warships and aircraft, they don't know anything about them; even the magicians inside DEM don't know anything about them...

Were these DEM magicians sleepwalking before the meeting, or were they keeping it a secret? The captain wondered.

However, the reasons for sleepwalking or keeping it a secret are no longer important. The most important thing now is to complete the task at hand, even if it means sacrificing myself: to buy time for the civilians to evacuate the city.

Even though they were destined to lose and perish, at least they bought enough time for civilians to evacuate the city before their defeat. Unfortunately, from the arrival of the enemy to the start of the battle until its end, only 20 minutes passed, and the air force's Typhoon fighter squadron was almost completely wiped out. The few survivors were only five Typhoon fighters that had not encountered attacks while on patrol. They were incredibly lucky; they could go buy lottery tickets and they would definitely win the grand prize if the lottery companies were still open at that time.

The captain personally witnessed the Air Force's Typhoon fighter jets being toyed with like monkeys, spinning around in circles by the enemy, before being destroyed by two laser beams.

And what about the losses of those unknown enemies or the mess of enemies from the DEM rebels? It seems that only a few fighter jets were destroyed by luck, but most of the troops were almost unscathed. Their troops were incredibly powerful. With the help of random fields and display devices, our commanders had almost no chance to use their own tactics and strategies before being slaughtered in a one-sided manner.

Nothing is more annoying than an enemy that is hard to kill, fast, and has powerful weapons, especially when your side doesn't have good ways to deal with such a freak.

Although the humiliating air battle is over, it doesn't mean we've surrendered and are waiting to be slaughtered. Most of the air force and army are still resisting; their only mission now is to draw the enemy's attention at all costs to buy time for the evacuation of civilians. These units should be able to hold out for an hour to evacuate the civilians...

But no one knows how many people will actually escape. The number of DEM magicians who escaped from the main battle zone was too small to have much impact on the overall battle.

And me? I'm just a British Army captain. Actually, I was a naval captain before, but for some reason I ended up in the army, which doesn't have a royal title.

My mission as captain is to lead his company, Alpha Company, to defend an air force base that was originally a dual-use military and civilian airport, but was requisitioned due to the declaration of war.

At this critical juncture, finally no one is choosing to engage in foolish strikes or airport-occupying protests anymore; all those dim-witted idiots are dead.

Three large transport planes and five Typhoon fighter jets are waiting here. They can probably take more than 1000 civilians away from here to other parts of the world, but this journey is destined not to last long. Fuel, food and medicine reserves are major problems that cannot be ignored.

The airbase is ideally positioned for defense, with rolling hills on two sides covered by tall, dense trees that could effectively slow down the advance of ground troops, at least for now.

The only way out is a road. If the enemy does not launch their attack entirely from the air but instead begins their attack from this road, then they still have a chance and time to delay and stop them.

Occasionally, looking up at the distant sky, one could still see explosions. The air force brothers were still fighting, but most of the explosions were yellow, and blue explosions were almost nonexistent.

The situation appears to have deteriorated to its worst extent. Only the explosions of DEM rebel warplanes that are searching for air units to attack will appear blue. It is unknown what kind of fuel and materials they used in their warplanes that caused the explosions to emit a blue light.

Their fighter jet advantage was too great. When facing these fighter jets that looked like modified versions of the outdated F117, the Typhoon fighter jets had to have a 4 to 1 numerical advantage to barely maintain a 50/50 chance. Even the relatively slow and vulnerable opponents could deal with the Typhoon fighter jets with their unpredictable and aerodynamically defying maneuverability thanks to the help of the Free Domain.

Fortunately, there weren't many F-117 fighter jets, so the Air Force could still gain a slight advantage thanks to the sheer number of Typhoon fighters and the pilots' excellent skills.

"Why are these outdated, scrapped Yankee fighters being used, equipped with display devices to create random fields, and even laser cannons? They're extremely lucky to have escaped. In a battle, they don't have the ability to quickly destroy random fields; only numbers can give them a certain advantage."

The captain was still cursing those damned Yankees in his heart.

He knew almost nothing about the situation of those Yankees, whose entire nation had become slaves to the emerging power of Omecron. How could these slaves, who had lost their own will, possibly say no to the masters who held their reins?

"Captain, a communications from Betaren! They might not make it this far; a large enemy force has intercepted them."

"They encountered almost twice the number of enemy troops, many quadrupedal mechs, a whole bunch of quadrupedal mechs."

"They can hold off the enemy for a while and will do their best to take down those quadruped mechs."

The communications officer in charge of operating the communication device reported to the captain.

In fact, because the air force's defeat was so sudden, they didn't even bring much heavy equipment with them. They didn't even bring the heavy rocket launchers that were assigned to each company. B Company was responsible for transporting heavy equipment to us. Without this heavy equipment, it would be much more difficult to protect the base. It was already difficult to defend with heavy weapons, but now that there were not enough heavy weapons, it was like adding insult to injury.

But obviously we don't have much time to complain here. Beta can at least hold off some of the enemy forces, which will give us more time to prepare.

"Platoon A, you drive these jeeps and deploy the first line of defense 3 kilometers from the base. Remember to bring plenty of ammunition, or you'll be killed if you run out. Platoon B, deploy the second line of defense in front of the base and lay some landmines between Platoon A and us. Platoon C, you are responsible for maintaining order inside the base. Once all civilians have boarded, leave with them. Hurry up!"

Looking at the map, the captain pondered how to defend against the attack and assigned combat tasks to the platoon leaders.

As for the DEM magicians who escaped, after receiving his temporary command, the captain assigned them to keep watch on the sky. The vast sky was their main battlefield, although this battlefield, which originally belonged to them, had been turned into a perilous inferno by the attacks of other rebellious magicians and huge airships.

But they had no choice; apart from these magicians, no one else had the ability to fight against their former colleagues.

Platoon Leader C didn't seem satisfied with this mission; it was practically the same as asking them to abandon their allies and run away!

"Captain, I disagree! We, the C Platoon, are not cowardly cowards! We're staying to fight!"

"This is an order; you only need to obey. Now go and carry out your mission!"

The captain spoke to Platoon Leader C, feigning mild anger.

"Yes, sir!"

Platoon Leader C didn't like the order, but he couldn't disobey his captain's orders, so he had to lead the soldiers of Platoon C into the base.

The captain didn't think that the C platoon were all cowards. His long-term interaction with them had made him realize that these troops, who used equipment that was somewhat outdated compared to the Army, were in no way inferior to the Marines in terms of organization, training, and morale.

They used the worst equipment (lowest rank), suffered the highest casualties (glorious self-destruction at the slightest disagreement), and had the lowest exchange ratio (cunning tactics), yet achieved the most victories (if mutual destruction can be considered a victory).

The captain did this to preserve a spark for Alpha Company. As long as they could escape, the Alpha Company designation could be preserved, and Alpha Company could be rebuilt. If they all died, there would be no more Alpha Company, and no one would protect these civilians.

"Our other brothers and sisters will draw the majority of the enemy forces from 900 kilometers away. Although B Company can't come, they will still buy us some time. But that doesn't mean other DEM traitors won't ignore us. The scent of muscular men and young women will always attract more DEM traitors! There are 20 minutes until the transport plane takes off. If we can hold out for these 20 minutes, it will be our victory! Hu-ha!!"

"Hu-ha!!!"

As the captain gave his soldiers a final pep talk before the battle.

"elder brother!"

The captain heard a childish voice calling out; it was his younger sister, a lovely little girl who was only seven years old. His parents followed behind.

"Brother, after you drive away these rebels, you'll come with us, right?" The younger sister ran up to the captain, hugged his leg, and looked up at him with her big, watery eyes.

For this 7-year-old girl, the insurgents were the only group of people the professor described as carrying out massacres, whose actions were in fact a form of rebellion.

"Of course, I will join you after I drive away those rebels. I never break my word."

The captain picked up his little sister, wanting to nuzzle her cute little face, but realized he was still wearing his helmet, so he had to give up and comforted her.

"Son, promise me you'll come back alive, okay?" It was the captain's mother who spoke, walking up to the captain with hurried steps that were no longer as elegant as before.

Although she is now 48 years old, you can still see her former beauty.

“Our eldest daughter has already left us forever, and I don’t want to lose you too.”

She spoke to the captain in a worried voice.

The indiscriminate attack from those airships completely razed Elizabeth and the building she was in to the ground with just one energy blast. There was no doubt that Elizabeth was beyond saving...

Although it is heartbreaking, at this time of year, these living people must continue to fight to protect the living. Being sad and shedding tears is a waste of time and a luxury.

"Don't worry, Mom. I'm not as foolish as my older sister who became a pilot. I'm in the Army, the longest-standing army in human history! The Army that will never disappear. I will definitely live to reunite with you."

"Captain, didn't you tell us before that you were going to join the Air Force, but you failed and that's why you came to the Army?" A soldier next to him teased.

"I'll make that bastard clean toilets for a week!" the captain thought to himself.

But the captain and the soldiers knew they had no chance of reuniting alive. Faced with the enemy's overwhelming superiority, all Alpha Company could do was use their corpses to pave the way for more people to move forward alive. This was something they had to do.

At this moment, the captain's father walked up to the captain, took his sister from the captain's arms, and stared at the captain with a serious look, while the captain met his gaze.

"Come back alive."

"of course."

It was a very brief conversation, but it was enough for the captain and his father. As for whether it could actually be accomplished, they could only pray to God.

More and more soldiers' relatives are leaving the base, wanting to have what may be their last reunion with their fathers or mothers, brothers or sisters.

"Captain! The reconnaissance drone has reached Beta Company's location; they've been completely wiped out. Beta Company's comrades only managed to hold off the main force for a short while..."

While the drone operator certainly didn't intend to disturb the captain's final moments with his family, there was no doubt that Alpha Company had to fight.

"Send the reconnaissance drone back to monitor the main road. We need to find out exactly how many troops they've deployed!" After giving the order to the drone operator, the captain turned to his family and said, "Mom and Dad, and sister, you should go to base now. These insurgents can't possibly harm you in the slightest!"