16—10—1560 WC
Bernard Empire
General Marcus was currently inspecting Camp Seven, where the second Infantry battalion was stationed.
Marcus continued to inspect the buildings, where each soldier slept. He was in a good mood after seeing how tidy each soldier's room was; even the bathrooms were so tidy that he could see his reflection on the floor.
He then continues to move to another base; he is now headed towards Barto City, where the 3rd infantry division was stationed. Marcus arrived at Base; he was met by the base commander, Major General David
Arriving at the camp, Marcus immediately noticed the fifteen AH-1 Cobra, twenty-eight MLRS, ten 2B1 Oka, 10 SA-2 Guideline(Anti-Aircraft Missiles) and twenty M115 howitzers.
Marcus then comments, "Well, it looks like you are quite heavily armed with long-range weapons even though you are an infantry division. But I can't blame you as you are the first line of defence when the navy fails to stop the forward of the enemy."
Major General David said, " Well, it is really the case General, but we will still be using infantry tactics if the enemy gets passed these weapons. Our strategy is to destroy as many enemies as we can before they even reach the shores of our land."
General Marcus immediately asked, "How many more weapons are needed to be delivered here."
The Major General replied, " We are expecting the deliveries of an additional six SA-2 Guideline, ten M110 howitzers, and twelve M48 Patton"
Marcus said, " Well those M48 Patton tanks might be delivered longer as the manufacturer is still focused on producing T-72."
"Well, it doesn't matter if it will take longer to deliver our preferred tanks as we still have not yet been at war. Well, we should really give priority to building more cities, as our population is starting to grow a little bit. With all the couples giving birth to babies."
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The automotive factories were now busy building the T-72 tank, and all of the workers were even staying for overtime in the factory. As they have a deadline schedule of 2 months, to complete the ordered T-72 by the First Armored Division.
Tom, who was the head of the factory, was checking the finished T-72; he was checking if anything was out of place or malfunctions on the system. Or even the engine and controls of the tank are working right.
He then went to his office. After checking, he immediately validated the finished T-72 identification number. Tom was very exhausted after working 12 hours a day; his secretary came into his office and immediately handed him an official letter from the corps.
The letter contained an order for another batch of M113 APCs. He then thought—
'It looks like we will be busy again. I wish we had more factories. Hmmm, maybe I should write to my boss about asking to build more factories to decrease our workload.'
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Oma City — 9th Regiment Camp
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Makari gave a big grin and bared his teeth. "I am Makari, former leader of the Mokoro tribe. I accept your challenge to fight. Let's see how strong you are."
Makari rushes towards Carl.
Carl, on the other hand, stood like a statue.
Makari swung her fist at Carl with great speed.
But Carl effortlessly dodges the attack.
Makari's eyes widened in surprise.
Carl moved, and he quickly kicked Makari in the chest; it was so fast that Makari couldn't react.
The force of the impact sent her flying backwards, crashing to the ground with a thud.
"That was a good punch," Carl said, his voice calm and steady.
Makari stood up, her eyes blazing with anger.
She lunged forward and charged again, but Carl dodged all of her attacks.
Makari lunged, a fierce growl escaping her lips, swinging her fist with all her might.
Carl moved, his hand grabbing Makari's arm, twisting it with a sharp snap.
Makari screamed in pain, her arms bent at unnatural angles.
Carl then punched Makari in the jaw, sending her flying backwards. She fell to the ground.
Makari, trying to stand up again.
But before she can get up, Carl approaches her.
He gave her a quick kick in the stomach.
Another blow, send her rolling across the ground, the dust of the training ground coating her body
Makari, defeated, lay on her back, her eyes filled with a mixture of disbelief
Carl approached Makari.
"You are strong," he said, his voice low and steady. He offered his hand to help her stand up.
Makari, her pride wounded, held his hand, her gaze meeting his. " I admit my defeat"
The crowd, silent until now, erupted in thunderous applause.
The soldiers were overjoyed as Makari was defeated.
The tribe's leaders, on the other hand, are surprised, because Carl defeated Makari very easily.
"Your Majesty, your bodyguard is very strong. He has defeated Makari, who alone is equal to a hundred warriors."
"Of course, he is," Alberto said with a proud smile
Alberto recently turned Carl into a Hero. Due to which his power has increased more than before and he has also acquired new unique skills.
[Carl Status]
•|—★★★—|•
Name: Carl Valerius
Race: Human (Enhanced)
Age: 26
Height: 6'4
Occupation: Emperor's Special Security chief
Karma: 0
Loyalty: 100%
—★—
Attributes:
Strength: 45,789/50,000
Health: 38,900/50,000
Dexterity: A
Charisma: B
Fighter: S
Swordsmanship: S
Weapons Mastery: S
Leadership: A
Magic Resistance: S
Unique Abilities:—
Royal Oath: Grants an aura of protection to the Emperor and enhances Carl's combat prowess when defending him.
Tactical Precision: Grants Carl the ability to strategize and react quickly in chaotic combat situations, anticipating his enemy's movements and taking advantage of every opportunity.
Iron Will: Grants Carl a high level of mental fortitude, making him resistant to fear, mental manipulation, and psychic attacks.
Justice's Strike: A powerful attack that infuses the Blessed Sword with holy energy, dealing heavy damage to undead and demonic creatures.
•|—★★★—|•
"Besides, Makari doesn't have to remain a single for the rest of her life anymore," Morsi said with a laugh.
"Wait a minute, What do you mean by single?"
Makari stood up, she looks at Carl
"By the traditions of the Mokoro," she said, her voice trembling slightly, "You are now my husband"
The silence stretched on, a tangible weight pressing down on the scene. Carl, frozen in place, stared at Makari, his mind struggling to process the words. He'd fought to prove his strength, to earn the respect of the tribe, but he hadn't anticipated this.
"What the hell are you talking about!?" Carl's voice, though loud, was still controlled.
The crowd, their whispers silenced, watched the unfolding drama.
Makari took a step towards Carl, her gaze unwavering. "This is our tradition. If you want to marry any woman from our tribe, you must first prove yourself by defeating her in a fight, and since you defeated me, you are now my husband. To refuse it is to disrespect our ancestors, our way of life."
"But… this… this is ridiculous!"
Alberto and the tribal leaders come here
Alberto claps his hands
"Whoah, Carl, congratulations!"
"Sir, please don't joke," Carl said, his voice strained, a plea for understanding hidden within the words. "I... I don't understand what's happening."
'Of course, you don't understand, you fu**ING stupid loser! a Beautiful woman like her wants to marry you and you are acting like a fool instead of accepting her.'
Although Alberto didn't say these things out loud. He thought to himself, keeping a smile on his face.
"Ah, Carl, Makari wants to marry you. You should accept it."
"Huh"
The other leaders of the tribe and Makari were happy with this.
But Carl was still standing there stunned
Makari, a triumphant smile gracing her lips, stepped closer to Carl. She wrapped her arms around him in a warm embrace, her ample bosom pressing against his chest.
"Ah! How long I've been waiting for this day, I finally found my dear!"
She hugged him more tighter
Meanwhile, Our MC Alberto feels very jealous—(:
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