Defense of Texas
Chapter 558
Kwahu supported one of his comrades as they made their way to the nearest hospital where the wounded were being treated. Kwahu had been fighting for three days straight with no sleep but he still carried on. The news of his people being nearly wiped out gave him strength to keep moving despite his body and mind complaining. The young native was relieved that they got a short breather after fierce fighting the last few days. He saw, with his own eyes, the many deaths around him as those close and distant to him collapse and die. Kwahu, like many other natives who joined the military, anticipated adventure and fun but they were in for a rude awakening. Yet, none of them had any regrets with their decision. Even though their loyalty stayed with their tribes, there was a sense of belonging with the empire that controlled much of North America. To fight and die for the empire was the way a warriors would prefer to die. Kwahu was suddenly interrupted from his thoughts when two medics approached him.
"We'll take him from here," said one of them. "You get some rest."
"I'm fine," replied Kwahu earning a smile from the medic.
"Don't try to play hero. I bet you'll be asleep the moment you lay on a bed. Take my advice and get some rest. The enemy might return soon and you won't get a chance to sleep by then."
Kwahu nodded to show he understood. He then made his way to the barracks where he was assigned. When he entered the barracks, he could hear snoring from those who were already in their beds. As Kwahu approached his room, he couldn't help but notice the silence. His roommates were either dead or wounded, mostly dead. He would be alone in the room until the enemy returned. Then, he'd return to the walls to fight with others to repel the waves of enemy assaults. Kwahu laid down on his bed and, as expected by the medic, he fell asleep. He would have preferred a dreamless sleep but he had no luck.
In his dream, Kwahu was given a short break to return home. He eagerly looked forward to spending time with his family again. Yet, he noticed smoke in the distance as he closed in on his village. He ran and ran until he stopped outside the village. The entire settlement was being burned to the ground and Kwahu could hear the screams of people trapped inside the houses. He wanted to go help them but his feet refused to move. Then, he heard the war cries of the enemy who charged directly at him. One of them crashed right into him and started screaming at him. He didn't understand what the person was saying but, after a short while, he opened his eyes to see one of his comrades shaking him and telling him to wake up.
"What happened?" asked Kwahu.
"They're back."
Without asking who, Kwahu quickly gathered his weapons and headed to the walls.
Chapter 558
Kwahu supported one of his comrades as they made their way to the nearest hospital where the wounded were being treated. Kwahu had been fighting for three days straight with no sleep but he still carried on. The news of his people being nearly wiped out gave him strength to keep moving despite his body and mind complaining. The young native was relieved that they got a short breather after fierce fighting the last few days. He saw, with his own eyes, the many deaths around him as those close and distant to him collapse and die. Kwahu, like many other natives who joined the military, anticipated adventure and fun but they were in for a rude awakening. Yet, none of them had any regrets with their decision. Even though their loyalty stayed with their tribes, there was a sense of belonging with the empire that controlled much of North America. To fight and die for the empire was the way a warriors would prefer to die. Kwahu was suddenly interrupted from his thoughts when two medics approached him.
"We'll take him from here," said one of them. "You get some rest."
"I'm fine," replied Kwahu earning a smile from the medic.
"Don't try to play hero. I bet you'll be asleep the moment you lay on a bed. Take my advice and get some rest. The enemy might return soon and you won't get a chance to sleep by then."
Kwahu nodded to show he understood. He then made his way to the barracks where he was assigned. When he entered the barracks, he could hear snoring from those who were already in their beds. As Kwahu approached his room, he couldn't help but notice the silence. His roommates were either dead or wounded, mostly dead. He would be alone in the room until the enemy returned. Then, he'd return to the walls to fight with others to repel the waves of enemy assaults. Kwahu laid down on his bed and, as expected by the medic, he fell asleep. He would have preferred a dreamless sleep but he had no luck.
In his dream, Kwahu was given a short break to return home. He eagerly looked forward to spending time with his family again. Yet, he noticed smoke in the distance as he closed in on his village. He ran and ran until he stopped outside the village. The entire settlement was being burned to the ground and Kwahu could hear the screams of people trapped inside the houses. He wanted to go help them but his feet refused to move. Then, he heard the war cries of the enemy who charged directly at him. One of them crashed right into him and started screaming at him. He didn't understand what the person was saying but, after a short while, he opened his eyes to see one of his comrades shaking him and telling him to wake up.
"What happened?" asked Kwahu.
"They're back."
Without asking who, Kwahu quickly gathered his weapons and headed to the walls.