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The Night Sentinels would mark themselves as feared warriors in this war, fighting until the very end. In one battle, Marschava took on 100 enemy soldiers and defeated them all with a few scratches. “We should have different weapons compared to the basic infantry,” Gregori said.
“Hm, yeah, makes sense considering we’re a different unit from the basics,” Artyom replied.
The next day, a shipment of Winchester Model 1887’s would come in, and they would be spread across the soldiers. Each of them were given shotgun shells, and the high ranks got Martini Henry rifles with extended magazines. “Sir, will these guns be effective in combat?” a soldier asked.
Artyom answered, “Yes, soldier. These guns are some of the newest rifles in the market. The Model 1887 will be vital to killing hordes of enemies. Keep your double barreled shotguns too, as they define who we are as a unit, killing machines.”
“KAR. EN. TUK!” the Night Sentinels yelled, and they headed off to another battle.
A stray bullet would then hit a Sentinel in the head, killing him, and a charge of Outerlands soldiers. Manfred would yell, “KAR. EN. TUK! RIP. AND. TEAR!” and charge the enemies.
The rest of the Sentinels followed behind him and would fight furiously, using their new found weapons to their advantage. Manfred, still having his dual Gatling guns, would spray down entire lines of enemy soldiers. “Want a piece of me? Good! I’m full of rage!” Manfred yelled sarcastically, and then was hit with a bayonet. He looked at the man and would stomp on his leg, snapping it into two.
“You asked for this,” Manfred said.
Manfred then broke the skull of the guy, stomping on it furiously before continuing his hellfire. A rain of artillery dawned upon them, forcing them to retreat. Artyom, while retreating, saw the gold reflection and yelled, “KAR EN TUK!” and charged the enemy position, with at least 1,250 Night Sentinels following behind him. One soldier would start using his wrist blade a lot, dodging enemy attacks and cutting their heads.
Another rain of artillery on them as they charged, and Artyom would get hit with some shrapnel. Thankfully, the armor was really good at protecting shrapnel and other metallic objects like blades, so he felt nothing almost. “I see you!” Artyom roared.
He took a shot at the gold, and knew it hit nothing. The Night Sentinels continued their advance, colliding with the enemy, and then Manfred ran out of ammo. He pulled out his 1887 lever action shotgun and double barrel, and would go ham. “I have nothing to lose! Give me your best shot!” Manfred wailed.
So the enemy soldiers did so, shooting him dead in the head, and Manfred died. “MANFRED! NYET!” Artyom yelled, filling him with so much rage, he took Manfreds 1887 and would put his weapons back in his pack. Using his fists, he gouged out the eyes of an enemy, cracking their skulls. “You get what you deserve!” Artyom yelled, while strangling two enemies.
“Artyom! You need to let it go!” Gregori told Artyom.
“When these bastards die I’ll let it go!” Artyom responded.
He kicked someone in the head and then jumped on them, ripping open their chest. He went to punch an enemy in the head, but the guy caught the punch just barely, but the wrist-blade went straight through the guy's eye. “Don’t try to stop me!” Artyom screamed.
An enemy soldier, who was pretty buff, would fight Artyom and somehow stood no chance. Artyom slid behind the guy and choked him out, stabbing him in the back of his head. “Artyom! What has gotten into you?!” Marschava asked, enraged too, but controlling it.
“Everyone is dying around me and you! Why give them mercy?!” Artyom answered while cutting someone into pieces.
“Maybe because we want to look like the good guys?!” Marschava said angered, running out of Winchester ammo.
“We are the good guys! We just look like the bad guys because of how we fight!” Artyom said.
Eventually, the artillery fire got so bad that the Night Sentinels absolutely had to retreat. They ran back to their base, where the rest of the Night Sentinels were watching their retreat for them. Artyom would encase the two Winchester 1887’s that he had together, forming a double barreled lever action shotgun. It wasn’t produced a lot, only for him.
A soldier would create his own axes and would give them among some other soldiers. “Well men, today was a glorious day. We once again set fear into the hearts of our enemy,” Artyom spoke.