Author's Note

THE AUTHOR WOULD LIKE TO SAY A FEW WORDS

BUT IF YOU DON'T CARE GO AHEAD

I DON'T REALLY GIVE A FUCK
If you are here for the porn then go to chapter five. I will add more books to the series as the story progresses if I get around two or more likes I began to on a new book within a week or sooner if I feel like it (probably not cuz I'm a fucking lazy prick), and if I chose to continue most will be books will be done within a month or two maybe sooner. Most books are going to add more characters and love scenes ( for you dirty readers) to the story, so I guess it's a win win unless you hate my book then just fuck off mate.
AND LIKE ALWAYS I HOPE YOU ENJOY :^)

Prologue War

The darkness of the night covered the burning city. Clouds of smoke haunted the night sky, not letting a single speck of light shine through the dark night. Metal rained down upon the two great armies, blood soaked the Rocky soil. The earth moaned in pain as motors cracked the earth Leaving scares behind. The once proud and powerful city that once stood was set aflame by the German army. desperately, England and France try to drive the invaders back. But where unable to stop there massive army. The French's government was began to collapse due to Hitler's wrath, and they tried desperately to defend there last city under French rule.

Near a old wooden church stood one of the few squads that where left in France. The Germans charged at the remaining French infantry. Bullets flew, piercing the flesh of men on both sides. both sides tried desperate to get out of the way of the deadly rain of metal that could destroy a man. snipers from the roofs of abandon buildings sent a rain of metal down at the charging on German infantry. The Germans repaid them with big heavy brutes that all soldiers fear. They're enormous killer shells could kill a whole squad of solider with one hit. They where know for there heavy metal plated armor that made it impossible penetrate.

"Get ready men!" Screamed general Scot.

"Enemy tanks spotted on left flank!" Nervous inform a near by soldier. "We need anti-tanks now!"

Thousands of German soldiers clashed with the remaining French soldiers. Both sides grabbed whatever they could to defend themself with. Blood soaked the damped earth, but nether side back down. Snipers rained down metal from above. Panzers shot at infantry troops. Pushing there way to the front line, and planes fought for control of the skies. Fighting for control of the city.

"RUNNING LOW ON AMMO!" Screamed a French soldier hiding running along a enormous trench.

"ENEMIES ARE BREAKING THRO.." The soldier was cut off as a bullet quickly pierced the man's head.

Scot grabbed his trusty sidearm from the leather strap around his waist. Quickly, his first shot meet with the head of a charging enemy. A stream of blood poured from the poor soldier's head. The life in his eyes faded into darks. Trying desperately to hold his position. Scot quickly pulled the pin of a grenade. Gunning it to the enemy lines blowing a hole in the Germans advanced, but was quick filled up by the endless amount of advancing troops from behind.

"PREPARE THE MOTORS!" He order.

Several French Soldiers prepared the cylinder like tubes with deadly bombs that cared enough horsepower to demolish a small house. Nervously, the soldiers aimed there motors toward the advancing army.

"MOTORS LOADED!" Shouted a nervous solider positioning it just above the advancing troops.

"AIM, FIRE!" Scot Yelled.

The night sky filled with round burst of fire and metal crashed down the German army, sending thousands of them running to safety. It was now the French's turn to attack. The remaining troops with all there courage and bravery charged at the retreating Germans.

"ATTACK!" Yelled the brave troops pushing to the front line.

The troops charged, shooting at the fleeing enemy. The Germans tried desperately to climb over the remains of a demolished house on a run downed street. One by one the German soldiers fell to the blood soak ground of there fall in brothers. Surprised, The French watched there unstoppable enemies run from them. They throw there helmets celebrating there amazing victory. firing there load guns into the dark night sky, but there victory was cut short as a enormous explosion interrupt there celebration.

Nervously, Scot climbed over the remains of the house, looking out to the open street only to see the fury of a thousand men charge. There eyes filled with a lust for blood. They're bullets destroyed the French army sending hundreds running for safety. Scot desperately ran for cover hiding from the advancing troops.

"FALL BACK!" Scot screamed.

The soldiers ran for safety, but the German forces stopped them in there tracks killing anyone they saw. One by one the French began to fall. Scot watch as his fellow brother in fell to there knees. Scot crawled towards a fall in comrade, hoping not to get spotted by the enemy. slowly, Scot pulled out a small radio from a fall in comrade.

"hornets nest this is general Scot over." He whispered into the radio.

"This is hornets nest over, what's your progress so far general?" Asked a eager voice from the other side.

"The Germans have broken through." he answered," you need to evacuate the building, tell Charles to destroy all information on element 117."

"Roger that." They replied with a bitter taste of defeat." General well sent troops to help evacuate your remaining troops and."

"No, don't send anyone!" he interrupted. "Save your strength, and fall back."

"Copy, good bye general." They replied.

The radio died, leaving nothing but the sound of gunfire and the cries of fall men. The air was filled with the smell of death. Scot looked over the small stone that protected him from the enemy fire. Slowly he grabs the nearest gun and waited. His eyes close shut with a deep breath he points his gun to the face of a enemy. Find your target, keep steady, and fire.