The Han Chiu Trilogy Volume 3 :- Escape from Chongzing ( A Request by SovietLUT)

[Stormtrooper1990]

In this the third and final in the Han Chiu Trilogy, again I have to thank my friend Soviet for providing the background and concept for this story that we both played a part in fleshing out. Here, two months following the attempted Assassination of West Han Chiu President Han, East Han Chiu has declared war upon its neighbour. Refusing to endanger the lives of 50,000 US service personnel in a foreign war, President Kirkman ordered an immediate withdrawal of all forces along the DMZ leaving it vulnerable to EHC forces. Sensing an opportunity to strike deep into WHC, Chairman Kim ordered elements of the 45th Infantry Division and 325th Armoured Guard Corps to attack and seize Chongzing, a town near the DMZ on the WHC side. What followed was an ambush that caught the EHC completely by surprise, leading to the near annihilation of all forces in Chongzing by elements of WHC 5th Mechanised Division and 3rd Infantry Division. Beating an hasty retreat back across the border, the two regiments left many of its soldiers behind at the mercy of the victorious WHC. This is the story of a small group of female soldiers from the 45 Infantry Division, and their escape from Chongzing...







Sergeant Kim Dal-Rae sighed as she closed the lifeless eyes of Private Jeong Dam-Bi, her once athletic body riddled with 5.56mm gunshot wounds from WHC M4A1 rifles. Kim had liked that warm smile, big brown eyes full of enthusiasm and vigor eager to take the fight to their hated neighbours right up until the point she was shot dead by WHC soldiers. The woman had risked her life to save her Sergeant, Kim would never get the chance to thank her. Reaching down to the dead girl's throat, Kim snapped off her ID tags and placed a tender hand on the girl's forehead. " Thank you, comrade sister. You died with honour and courage. You saved my life. I will never forget your sacrifice and that of our fellow sisters." She said glancing over the covered bodies of 5 other broken and bloodied young women. " Sleep well, sweet girl." Kim drew over the green Hessian sheet over Jeong's body. The usually stoic Sergeant began to cry silently, in the basement of the apartment block she and the remaining 4 women of squad F of 2nd Platoon of the 45th Infantry Regiment were hold up. Her hands shook as she picked up Jeong's Type 81 Chicom, removing the magazine from the rifle inserting it into her empty ammo pouch, then setting the empty rifle down across her body. Taking a deep breath and shouldering her AIMS-74 rifle, Kim made a silent promise to the great Buddha not one more of her girls will die here today, she would get them all out. Or die trying. Finishing her prayer, Sergeant Kim wiped the tears from her slanted brown eyes and pocketed the ID tags of Jeong adding them to the 4 others. It would not do for the 30 year old career soldier to show emotion in front of her girl's, they needed her to stay strong for them if she were to lead them home. Straightening her Ushanka on her head, over her dark brown pixie cut, Kim walked solemnly up the stairs leaving the dead to their rest.





As Sergeant Kim walked into the bombed out 2nd floor apartment in the ruins of Chongzing, she was greeted by her friend ammo bearer Comrade- Corporal Song Eun-Ji. " Kim, I see you have tended to our fallen sisters." She said clasping Kim's wrist drawing her into a sisterly embrace. " They were too young, Song. They deserved more then being thrown to the wolves. This operation was too rushed and now two EHC regiments are broken fleeing into the wind. We lost many good people, brave loyal souls." Song patter her on her back. " There is nothing you could have done, Kim. They all died so we could get here, focus on those we can save. Jeong wouldn't want you to fall apart now, she would want you and our comrades to live." Kim nodded to her as they pulled out of the embrace. It wasn't no surprise to the squad that she and Jeong were dating, while it was forbidden in the EHC military for fellow soldiers to fraternise with each other romantically the rest of squad F were loyal to Kim and kept their secret. Now Jeong was dead, and Kim felt as if a piece of her had died with her lover, but Song was right she needed to be focused. " Thank you, my dear friend. What's our situation?" She asked her pretty friend. At 27, Song was a beautiful young soldier, who she had met three years previously when Song had been transferred from the 325th Armoured to the 45th the two had hit it off like a house of fire and had been inseparable. Kim had even came out to her about her sexuality, and before she started to date Jeong, Song was the only person she trusted. The corporal had high cheekbones rounded features, and big slanted hazel eyes. Her jet black shoulder length hair tied into a small ponytail. She was dressed in the standard uniform of the EHC People's Army, which consisted of a matching olive tunic, with the EHC flying proudly on their left shoulders and unit patch on the right rank pins on their collars and epaulettes, trousers and laced black combat boots underwhich was worn a blue and white striped undershirt. Belted on the waist was ammo webbing for their various assorted eastern bloc armaments, in Song's case in was her Russian AK-74 rifle. Her copied American M1 helmet had been lose in the fierce fighting for Chongzing. The woman herself took a deep breath. " We are all down to our last magazines. All of the RGD33's are gone and Ga-Ram says she has a smoke grenade left." Song pointed to the lithe Comrade Sook Ga-Ram, who flashed them a quick salute before returning to her watch, binoculars in one hand RPD light machine gun in the other, her Ushanka pulled low over her head flaps down. Kim then glanced at their two remaining soldiers, Privates Park Geu-Roo and Sun Geumsong who saluted her as they stubbed out their cigarettes in a shattered ashtray. Song as if reading her mind replied. "Sun as ran out of Rockets for Park's RPG-7 and is down to her last half mag for her AKM. Park as one full mag for her Type 88 rifle. And that's pretty much it." Patting her friend on her shoulder, Kim clapped her hands together as she walked to the centre of the room, all of them except Sook looked her way keeping watch. "Comrades, sisters. We have suffered a setback in our glorious struggle against the WHC, but rest assured we have not lost the war. We have lost many dear friends, comrades let's take a moment to mourn them..." She paused as Jeong's face face flashed in front of her as the group bowed their heads, praying to the Buddha. Steeling herself, she continued. "...but know we must turn our attentions to living to fight another day. You have my oath as your Sergeant, I will lead you to safety my sisters in arms." They all saluted her, " Long live the Chairman!" They all chanted even Sook, Kim felt immense pride in her breast not to mention a trickle of fear. They had all placed their trust in her, she couldn't fail them now, she won't. " Contact! On the road!" Kim quickly rushed to Sook's side. " WHC, hummer. On the road, five female troopers." The woman said as she handed the binoculars to her Sergeant. " We are in the shit now, sarge! What are going to throw at them, harsh language? We have hardly enough ammo, and oaths to the Chairman won't be enough." Kim without taking her eyes off the Hummer, smiled. " No they are an opportunity. Let's have a closer look." She said as she increased the magnification on the field glass, appraising the five female WHC soldiers who emerged from their Hummer.




The five WHC soldiers, were dressed in the standard uniform of the WHC, the stylised Tiger shoulder flashes on their shirts Indicated they belonged to the 5th Mechanised Division. This consisted of matching CADPAT(Canadian Digital Pattern) uniform shirt with khaki combat rigs belted at the waist and matching combat trousers with black laced combat boots. Pulled low over their heads were American M92 matched camouflage helmets. Their squad leader, a Corporal judging by the rank chevrons on her matching flak jacket was armed with an American M4A1 assault rifle with holographic sight and Beretta 92FS sidearm. The rest of her team were made up of two rifleman, one woman carried an American M16A2 assault rifle, while the other carried a M4A1 with an ACOG scope, carrying handle and a 10.7 inch long barrel. Getting out at the opposite end of the jeep was a WHC combat medic, with medical supplies armed with an older M16A1 and a Beretta side arm. And finally a grenadier, a M16A2 with an underbarrel M320, grenade launcher and also wearing a matching CADPAT flak jacket. " Curious, they are three short. WHC squads usually have 8 troopers, they are three short." Kim handed the binoculars back to Sook. " My guess would be that they are a patrol, Sergeant. Looking for isolated pockets of resistance, like us." The Sergeant nodded, smiling. "There are five of them, five of us..." Sook shot her sergeant a quizzical look, as Kim rose to her feet clapping Sook on the shoulder. " Comrades, gather around. You too Sook." She said to the light machine gunner, as the woman rose to her feet hefting her RPD. Once the remains of her squad had assembled, Kim rubbed her hands together. " There are 5 WHC soldiers down on the street level, no doubt looking for us. However we have the element of surprise. This is the plan, we kill them and strip them of their uniforms, once disguised we should be able to reach out lines without incident, questions?" Unsurprisingly Sook, the no nonsense light machine gunner was the first to raise a hand. " I like the plan, Sergeant but what do we kill them with? We hardly have anything left." With the rest of the squad listening intently, Kim replied. " Have you all of a sudden forgotten your training. Snap their necks, use your field knives or headshots if you can spare the ammo." She said gesturing at the 8 inch bayonet, that each of them had sheathed on their belts. "But remember, keep the uniforms clean. They are no good to us bloody." A set of 4 determined faces looked back at her. Another hand was raised this time, it was the thoughtful Park Geu-Roo the squads resident poet. " We should keep our uniforms. Once we are in sight of our lines, we should change back and dump the Hummer. After all, boss, we wouldn't want to get shot by our own comrades in arms. I for one don't want to die dressed in some WHC bitches rags." A chorus of soft laughter rang around the group. " Astute point as always, Park." Kim looked around her group, feeling immense pride at all of them. " Right, so we clear on her objectives?" The group nodded their approval. " Let's get out of here!" With that the remains of squad F filed out of the room, as Song approached her. " What about the dead? Are we to leave them here?" Kim paused as she thought of Jeong, and the others in the basement. " We cannot take them with us, but we should bury them once we are finished here. They deserve that much at least." Song clapped her friend on her shoulder. "At least the squad can give them a proper farewell. By the way, I found some plastic bottles. We could use them as suppressors. They would be a one shot deal, but better than nothing." Song gave her a single plastic bottle. Thanking her, Kim tested the bottle against her AIMS-74 muzzle finding it too small. She then took out her 9mm Makarov, smiling as the bottle sat flush with the muzzle, satisfied Kim smiled to her corporal who had fixed her bottle on the muzzle of her AK-74. " Let's get our new uniforms." She said as Song fell instep next to her.




Corporal Cai Xue of the 5th Mechanised Division if the West Han Chiu Army, called her squad to order. " Alright ladies, command as ordered us to sweep this section of Chongzing for any signs of stragglers from the 45th Regiment who escaped our ambush." She said as she poured over a map draped over the hold of her squads hummer. One of the soldiers, Private Cao Chaiying a pretty grenadier of 22 with shallow cheekbones rounded features, big brown slanted eyes, her black hair tied into a sensible bun, chuckled. "I'am surprised there are any left, after the slaughtering we gave them." The rest of the squad laughed, as Xue fixed her with an iron stare the laughter quickly died away. " You know better, private then to underestimate the EHC. We leave no loose ends, or any element in the rear that could harry our main forces." In silence the squad nodded in the affirmative, with the squads full attention Xue continued. " The rules of engagement are to shoot on sight, no prisoners no quarter, call out your kills." Another of the soldiers Private First Class Dai Jun, the squads combat medic, a 23 year old with smooth cheekbones, heart shaped features and slanted hazel coloured eyes, her long brown hair tied into a ponytail chuckled. "One of the fringe benefits of not having the Americans around, we can do whatever the fuck we want." The squad erupted into more laughter, even Xue joined in this time. Allowing the laughter died down, Xue rolled up the map. " Alright, that's enough fun. You have your orders, ladies. Move out!" Unslinging their weapons over their shoulders, Xue's squad moved out separating into a group of three, Dai, Cao and Private Feng Xia while a single rifleman, Private Gu Jiao stayed with Xue. At 26 years, Xue had only recently made the jump to Corporal following the recent EHC invasion. She had been serving since the age of 20, and never thought she would live to see the war flare up again. Her grand parents had both fought the civil war in the 50's but her parents and herself had grown into the peace that followed, one albeit with a DMZ dividing the two nations. She was a looker with high cheekbones, angular features and slanted grey eyes, her shoulder length light brown hair tied back into a curved ponytail. Smiling she offered a cigarette to the young soldier accompanying her. " Sorry, Corporal. I don't smoke." Replied the girl as she nervously glanced around the ruined buildings, bouncing on her heels. Xue knew the type, Gu Jiao was a fresh faced girl of 19 straight from boot camp with smooth tanned features, rounded features and big brown almond shaped eyes her dark brown hair cut into a pixie cut. Seeing a younger version of herself in the young girl, Xue popped her cigarette in her mouth. " Take it easy, private. Relax you are making me nervous." She said as she straightened Gu's combat rig, as it sat awkwardly on her petite frame. " Sorry, Corporal. I'am just itching to see some real action." Gu said, flicking the safety catch of her M16A2 on then off again. Once she had finished straightening up Gu's rig, Xue clapped her hands on the recruits shoulders. " The war will come soon enough, don't worry. Just don't be too quick to rush into the fire, rookie. Remember what they said in Basic, baby steps." The young soldier nodded nervously, cracking a quick smile. Whatever Xue said seemed to have calmed her nerves. " Right, baby steps, baby steps." Gu repeated as turned from the corporal. "Ba--ugh!" Suddenly the sound of a muffled shot, could be heard as Gu Jiao's head snapped back with a red cloud erupting from a neat hole between her eyes. As the rookie's corpse fell to the ground, Xue caught the brief glance of two EHC soldiers advancing one with a smoking AK-74 with a shattered plastic bottle on the muzzle, the other with a makeshift bottle suppressor on her pistol. Before she had a chance to cry out, or raise her rifle Xue saw the muzzle flash from the pistol, then felt her head snapping back as she fell backwards sliding down the exterior of the Hummer, dead from a single gunshot wound to the forehead.




" I can't believed that actually worked, I was half expecting them to blow up in our faces." Said Sergeant Kim as she knelt by the body of the WHC corporal, propped up against the Hummer, removing the woman's helmet, flak vest, boots , and weapons from her corpse. " Always trust in your Corporal, Kim. Have I ever let you down?" Song turned the corpse of the dead young soldier, she had shot onto her back. " Much too young, forgive me girl but have something I need." After closing the girls eyes, Song removed her helmet, combat rig and boots. " You still say prayers, for the enemy after they have killed our brothers and sisters in arms, Song?" Kim said as she unbuttoned the dead woman's uniform shirt, slipping it off her slender shoulders. " They are still our kin, Kim. It was not they who put up the DMZ but our true enemy, the West. They are just misguided, nothing more." Song replied as she unbuttoned the dead girl's uniform shirt, pulling it from her body. Not wishing to get into a debate with her old friend, Kim pulled the dead woman's green undershirt over her head followed by her matching sheer olive vest, taking care not to sully the clothing with her blood. Kim took time to admire the well formed C-cup breasts of the dead corporal, with full dark brown roundel shaped areolas, and her supple tanned athletic half naked body. " They are made so well, though aren't they." Kim said as she unfastened the dead Corporals combat trousers, working them off her hips and peeling them down her long tanned legs. " We are a beautiful people, Kim. And we will be one again." Song was already starting to strip off her EHC uniform, as she stood over the naked body of the young private she had killed. Her tanned slim petite corpse with small but perky B-cup breasts with brown rose petal shaped areolas, small brown clit crowned with a trimmed strip of dark brown pubic hair, and small but firm pert ass. Turning back to her corpse, Kim whipped off the dead womans black hipster shorts exposing her full brown clit, crowned with a small trimmed strip of light brown pubic hair, then yanked off the woman's ID tags. As she stood over the naked corpse of the WHC corporal, Kim stripped off her uniform and quickly donned her stolen WHC uniform including the underwear. " Never thought I would say this, but you scrub up quite well in that uniform." Smiled Song as she strapped on the dead soldiers helmet, completing her disguise. " You don't look too bad yourself, Song. You think you going to live with the demotion, at least for a little bit." Song laughed as Kim gestured to the single Chevron on her chest. Together, they dragged the naked corpses of the soldiers over to a pile of rubble burying them within, then once they were finished stashed their uniforms and EHC weapons inside the trunk of the Hummer. " I hope it was this easy for the rest of the sisters. Kim said as she sling her stolen M4A1 rifle over her shoulder, as Song closed the Hummer's trunk. " They will get the job done, Kim." She said as she squeezed her friends shoulder.





WHC Rifleman Private Feng Xia, trailed behind Privates Cao Chaiying and Dai Jun, as they patrolled a lonely bombed out street in the middle of the ruins of Chongzing. At 22 Feng had been the rookie of the squad, until the Cherry Gu Jiao had shown up. Having enlisted like everyone else in the WHC to take the fight to the EHC in order to preserve their ideals of closer ties to the West, and democratic free electrons. But unlike everyone in her squad, Feng took no pride in the act of killing viewing the EHC as wayward neighbours in need of direction. But orders were orders. She had hung back from her fellow squadmates, to sneak in a crafty cigarette. Feng was a pretty young soldier, with slender cheekbones slightly squared features and narrow slanted pale blue eyes, her dark auburn hair braided into a ponytail. Stopping over a low wall, Feng leaned against it taking out a cigarette and popping it in her mouth. As she struggled with her lighter, Feng felt a hand clamp over her mouth, then before she could struggle felt the sensation of a blade being stabbed into the side of her throat. Private Feng Xia died instantly as her attacker pulled her body over the low wall.



Park Geu-Roo, propped up the corpse of the dead WHC soldier against the wall a quick glance telling her that this woman's uniform would fit her quite well. Park gently pulled out the knife from the woman's neck, amazed that the sound hardly bled. After wiping the girl's blood on the knife on her uniform shirt, Park replaced the knife on her belt then stripped off her uniform. She quickly stripped the dead soldier out of her uniform, including her underwear leaving the dead woman completely naked her buoyant C-cup breasts with dark brown circular areolas, small brown clean shaven clit and tight slim tanned athletic body on show. After she finished getting dressed in her stolen uniform, Park took the woman's ID tags and slung the stolen M4A1 rifle over her shoulder. Folding her EHC uniform under her shoulder, and picking up her Type 88 rifle, Park hopped over the low wall. Leaving the naked corpse of Feng Xia behind.





WHC combat medic Private First Class Dai Jun and her best friend Cao Chaiying sweeped the area ahead of them, their rifles raised scanning the ruined buildings of the once prosperous town of Chongzing. Another innocent town destroyed by the dogs of East Han Chiu. thought Dai as she sweeped the ruined homes, shops and apartments that used to be teeming with life, long since evacuated further West to the Capital Gyeon. At 23, Dai was studying to be doctor at Harvard Medical School until she heard the news of the attempted assassination of President Han in Seoul. Once she had heard the news Dai had dropped her classes and jumped on the first plane back to Gyeon, in a fit of patriotic fervour. She was perhaps was the most patriotic of all her squad and along side her best friend Cao. The pair often were seen counting their kills comparing scored with each other, Corporal Xue turned a blind eye to their ghoulish practice but it offended the more sensitive souls like Private Feng Speaking of which, where is Feng? Dai thought as she turned to Cao. "Cao? Have you seen Feng? I'am sure she was right behind us, not five minutes ago?" Cao a pretty grenadier of 22 lowered her rifle as she replied. " I'am sure Princess Feng, is off collecting dandelions so she can hand them to EHC soldiers." She said in a mocking tone. Nervously Dai shoved her friend. "Damn it I'am serious Cao. She was right behind us and know she's gone, something doesn't feel right." Cao chuckled at her friends nerves, usually Dai was a stone cold killer who would often shoot wounded EHC soldiers rather then waste medical supplies on them but here was nervous as a first your cherry. "What do you care, Dai? Are you lovers know? Come on we have EHC soldiers to hunt, and without Saint Feng around there will be more for us." Before Dai could reply, they heard something being thrown behind them they turned to see a smoke grenade at their feet. "What the fuck?!" Dai swore as the gas erupted from the small metal cylinder, quickly enveloping the two WHC soldiers. They both desperately to wave through the think morass but couldn't see anything in front of them. "Ambush! Those sneaky bast--ugh." Was all Cao could manage as they were both grabbed from behind, hands clamped over their mouths. Dai could feel her knees being kicked out from under her, as her head was being pulled back by hand on her helmet, the bones in her neck vertebrae straining under the tension. Suddenly, the last thing Dai heard in this world was the sound of her neck snapping with a vicious crack, followed a few seconds later by that of her friend Cao, her head twisted to the right. Both WHC soldiers slumped dead into the arms of their EHC attackers, as they were dragged into a nearby building.




Panting with the sheer exhilaration of killing their enemies Privates Sook Ga-Ram and Sun Geomseong, tore off their gas masks as they stripped off their EHC uniforms, including their underwear. " They never saw us coming, stupid bitches." Said Sun as she knelt by the body of the combat medic, removing her helmet, boots, and combat rig. " That's why I love smoke grenades, Sun. Frag grenades are fun, but nothing puts the shits up an enemy like smoke grenades." As Sook stripped off the dead grenadiers helmet, boots and flak jacket she frowned. " That's strange, this bitch doesn't have any smoke grenades. She called herself a grenadier and didn't have any smoke grenades." Sun laughed as she unbuttoned the dead medics uniform shirt, slipping it off her shoulders then pulled off her undershirt over her head. " At least you could use that bitches medical supplies, you were training to be a nurse before you were called up, right Sun?" Sook asked Sun as she unbuttoned the grenadiers uniform shirt, stripping it off the shoulders of the dead woman. Sun nodded as she pulled off the dead woman's olive under vest, exposing her firm perky C-cup breasts with slightly pointed full dark brown areolas. " I never thought I would be taking lives instead of saving them, but that's war. Besides there is nowhere I would rather be, then here with my friends fighting for our nation's future." She said as she unfastened the dead woman's combat trousers, peeling them down her long tanned legs, followed by her black hipster shorts revealing a small brown clean shaven clit and pert peach shaped ass. Sook resumed her stripping of the dead grenadier, pulling her olive vest over head. " Shame she had really cute tits, you would never expect under all this armour." She said as she admired the dead girl's buoyant B-cup breasts with circular brown areolas, Sun smiled shaking her head as she pulled on her stolen WHC underwear. " This one's more perky, and you bunch a penny off her ass." Sook laughed as she pulled off the dead grenadier's trousers, followed by her standard issue underwear exposing a fuller brown clit crowned with a long trimmed strip of black pubic hair and small plum shaped ass. As Sun and Sook, got dressed in their stolen uniforms, including the dead soldiers ID tags, they stood over their naked athletic bodies of the fallen soldiers admiring their supple tanned skin, and gentle petite curves, their beauty marred by the bruising around their necks. When they were finished, they dragged the dead naked women propping up their bodies against a ruined wall where that sat slumped together, like lovers. As the woman gathered their EHC uniforms, slinging both their stolen M16 rifles and EHC weapons a voice from the door way caused them shoot around in alarm, but they relaxed as they saw who it was. " You two don't scrub up, bad at all. You look much better in their uniforms than they did." Said Park Geu-Roo, smiling as she gestured to the two naked corpses slumped against each other, dressed in WHC uniform. " You look like the model WHC grunt yourself, Park." Replied Sook as the three woman laughed. " Come on, Boss as already secured transportation. You guys ready to go home?" The two women gave their affirmatives, as they filed behind Park leaving the naked corpses of Dai Jun and Cao Chaiying behind.





Sergeant Kim Dal-Rae, smiled as she saw her four squadmates gather around her all fully dressed in stolen WHC uniforms. She clapped her hands together. " Comrades, Friends. There is one last duty we must perform before leave Chongzing, we must attend to the fallen. Song and I have already found a suitable place to inter them, a nearby park. Come let us pay our final respects to the fallen, and honour their sacrifices." In revered silence, they took the bodies of their fallen sisters and buried them with full Buddhist rites, chanting as their souls departed this world. For Kim she felt an inner peace knowing that one day she would meet her beloved Jeong again, maybe not in the same form but she would be waiting for her. After they had finished the service, Squad F walked back to their stolen hummer sharing amusing stories of their fallen friends, laughing and giggling as they each remembered the fallen in there own way. As she got behind the wheel of the Hummer, she turned to her 4 squadmates. "We are going home!" She cried as she turned the ignition of the WHC hummer, driving out of the ruins of Chongzing towards EHC lines. Kim shot one last wistful look in the direction of their makeshift cemetery, saying a quiet goodbye to Jeong, then turned her eyes back to the road.




Their stolen uniforms and hummer had gotten them past advancing elements of the 5th Mechanised Division, who were two busy securing the outskirts of Chongzing to set up any roadblocks or checkpoints, past M1 Abrams Tanks and Stryker APC's. It had taken them an hour to finally reach the safety of EHC lines where elements of the 325th Armoured Guard Corps and 45th Infantry Division were regrouping, near a Forward Operating Base on the EHC side of the DMZ. They drove their stolen hummer out of sight, behind an hedgerow then changed back into their EHC uniforms but kept the stolen WHC weapons, as they slung they looped their EHC weapons over their shoulders. The five then walked along the road, until they reached a EHC checkpoint. A young pretty female soldier drew her AK-74 as they approached the checkpoint, Kim heard the cocking of a PKP light machine gun in a sandbag emplacement to the left opposite the guard house. " Halt in the name of--" Kim held her arms wide, cutting across the young soldier. " All hail the Chairman! Long live the party!" She cried shouting the oath. The young soldier relaxed as she nodded to her three fellow soldiers. " Stand down! Their ours!" Smiling she turned to Kim, saluting her. " We thought we were the last ones, to get out of that hellhole." She beamed at them, as she noticed their unit patch. " What are doing with WHC weapons?" She asked the Sergeant, not with an accusing tone but in an awed tone. "That's a long story, Private. Right now we need warm food, fresh beds and extra ammo." Kim said as she clapped the young soldier on her shoulder. The young girl nodded as the checkpoint barrier raised. Leading her squad past the young soldiers, each of them shaking their hands, Kim smiled at Song as they fell into step beside each other. No words were spoken between the survivors of Squad F, but each of them would come to owe their lives to their Sergeant. Inwardly though Kim knew that there was still more war to go, but now the true test was about to come. They would need to survive the war.

[pc305435632]

It's a pity the bodies of the victims weren't piled together like Gallians' bodies.
I think they should find a container to hide these bodies in the ruins.
For example, a large garbage bin,
or an air tank (on a destroyed gas tank truck),
or an Old Coal boiler (in a destroyed building).
Stuff all five corpses in, like a can of fish.

[Stormtrooper1990]

It's a pity the bodies of the victims weren't piled together like Gallians' bodies.
I think they should find a container to hide these bodies in the ruins.
For example, a large garbage bin,
or an air tank (on a destroyed gas tank truck),
or an Old Coal boiler (in a destroyed building).
Stuff all five corpses in, like a can of fish.

Hi panpan


I should have done something along the lines of what happened with the Gallians, during Selvaria's story.


Perhaps a garbage dumpster would have been an excellent idea.


Something to consider for the next time

[pc305435632]

It's a pity the bodies of the victims weren't piled together like Gallians' bodies.
I think they should find a container to hide these bodies in the ruins.
For example, a large garbage bin,
or an air tank (on a destroyed gas tank truck),
or an Old Coal boiler (in a destroyed building).
Stuff all five corpses in, like a can of fish.

Hi panpan


I should have done something along the lines of what happened with the Gallians, during Selvaria's story.


Perhaps a garbage dumpster would have been an excellent idea.


Something to consider for the next time

"they took the bodies of their fallen sisters and buried them with full Buddhist rites"

I think in North Korea "the only god" is their ruler (and the only fat man in their country)
pure worship of other gods is forbidden.
But traditional beliefs can't be eliminated, people just hide their beliefs.

I once saw a clip from a Russian movie:
In Soviet times, an old woman prays to a picture of Jesus hidden in a small cabinet,
She prayed and closed the cabinet, which had a picture of Lenin plastered on the outside.

I was impressed by this segment, which conveyed a lot of information in a short time, informing us of the period in which the story took place and the intensity of the policy at that time.

[Stormtrooper1990]

It's a pity the bodies of the victims weren't piled together like Gallians' bodies.
I think they should find a container to hide these bodies in the ruins.
For example, a large garbage bin,
or an air tank (on a destroyed gas tank truck),
or an Old Coal boiler (in a destroyed building).
Stuff all five corpses in, like a can of fish.

Hi panpan


I should have done something along the lines of what happened with the Gallians, during Selvaria's story.


Perhaps a garbage dumpster would have been an excellent idea.


Something to consider for the next time

"they took the bodies of their fallen sisters and buried them with full Buddhist rites"

I think in North Korea "the only god" is their ruler (and the only fat man in their country)
pure worship of other gods is forbidden.
But traditional beliefs can't be eliminated, people just hide their beliefs.

I once saw a clip from a Russian movie:
In Soviet times, an old woman prays to a picture of Jesus hidden in a small cabinet,
She prayed and closed the cabinet, which had a picture of Lenin plastered on the outside.

I was impressed by this segment, which conveyed a lot of information in a short time, informing us of the period in which the story took place and the intensity of the policy at that time.

Hi Panpan


Despite the harshness of these regimes on imposing an atheist system on its people, it is they that always find a way to hang on to its culture. It is really inspiring.


I wanted to present the EHC troopers as sympathetic, whose only goal is escape and to honour the sacrifices of their fallen sisters in arms.