The Dark Deceptor - Zetro Translation

Sorry for disappearing for a while I was dealing with some problems . I’ll try to update regularly from now on .

Try to enjoy the chapter

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In a warzone where the sounds of bullets, tanks, and screams have covered the whole atmosphere.

As the relentless bombardment raged on, Arkhan’s eyes felt like leaden weights, refusing to surrender to the exhaustion that had haunted him for days.

He was trying to keep his composure even though he miserably failed struggling and desperate to cling to his sanity to protect his brothers who are in this hellhole with him.

As his eyelids succumbed to the crushing weight of fatigue,

Arkhan’s grip on his rifle tightened ‘ his fingers numb and trembling with a mixture of fear and adrenaline, his mind racing with the thought of his brothers in arms huddled beside him in the muddy, blood-soaked trench.

Suddenly Arkhan’s senior, Lieutenant Ryder grabbed his arm, his voice piercing through the din of the artillery fire

“Arkhan ! We need you to get to the radio NOW ! we need to call in an evacuation, this position is getting unsustainable “

“ Don’t worry we’ll cover you “ Said a soldier from behind.

Arkhan knew that the task was very crucial but he was unable to make his body move from his place. The chaos and the destruction around him made his mind unable to think rationally. He was losing his strength like he was giving up on his life .

All of a sudden Arkhan hear his senior

“ Arkhan !, MOVE ! Soldier! We need you .“

Lieutenant Ryder’s voice cut through the fog of exhaustion and despair, his words echoing in Arkhan’s mind like a lifeline as he grabbed Arkhan’s arm his grip like a vice pulling him to his feet,

“We need that signal now ! or we’re all dead men.“

Hearing all this Arkhan stood up saying to himself

“Ah God dang it, I hate his speeches “

He prepared his rifle and just ran towards the radio. Thousands of bullets were fired at him yet he stood unharmed. After running for 10 minutes straight he heard a missile fired at him he quickly slides on the muddy land and just as he did he saw a rocket traveling above his head. He gets up and quickly jumps above the radio bunker.

As Arkhan’s fingers frantically adjusted the dials on the radio, the silence was deafening, the static-filled screen staring back at him like an unforgiving mirror, the words “No Signal” taunting him in the bold, red letters, the dense clouds outside seeming to mock him, their thick, gray veil shrouding the area, impenetrable to the fragile radio waves.

But he suddenly sees rockets being firs at the sky which was resulting in clearing a little portion of clouds.

As Arkhan’s eyes widened in surprise, the radio crackle back to life .

He grabbed the mic his voice firm and urgent

“This is the Eastern Frontier line, we have multiple hostels closing in on our position. We’re outnumbered, repeat, outnumbered. Requesting immediate support or extraction.”

The voice on the other end, distorted but calm responded,

“Eastern Frontier line, this is the command. We read you. You have two options: fall back to sector 4 for evacuation or we can scramble air support. Which do you recommend ? “

Arkhan’s mind raced, weighing the risks and benefits of each option. Retreat would mean abandoning their position, potentially allowing the enemy to overrun the area.

But Air strike would put his own brothers at risk of friendly fire and the strike might not be precise enough to take out the enemy without any collateral damage .

Arkhan’s eyes narrowed as he assessed the situation, his mind racing with calculations.

“Command, this is eastern frontier line . Retreating to sector 4 might not be feasible . If we fall back , we’ll be exposing ourselves to a potential ambush . I estimate we can get at least 60% of our team to safety if we can hold the line here .Requesting air support for a precision strike . “

He paused , his grip on the mic tightening as he awaited the response .

Then the voice on the other hand responded

“ This is command . We understand your situation , but we have a complication . The area is shrouded in thick fog , and high altitude is interfering with our navigation system . The air strike may take longer than expected . ETA is now 15 minutes . Can you hold the line that long ? “

Arkhan’s face twisted in frustration, his mind raced with the implication. 15 minutes was and eternity in this battlefield He glanced around his people pinned down by the relentless enemy advance .

“Holding is getting difficult “ He replied his voice firm but laced with urgency “ We’re taking heavy fire and our position is exposed . If we don’t get that air support , this might be the end of us “

The voice on the other hand hesitated, the silence stretching out like a thin wire .

“We’re doing our best, soldier. But we can’t compromise on accuracy . The fog is too dense . We can’t afford to risk friendly fire “

The line got cut .

Arkhan’s face reddened with rage as he slammed the radio receiver onto the ground, the plastic casing cracking under the force. “MOTHERFUCKER!!” he bellowed, his voice echoing through the fog-shrouded valley. His team stared at him in shock, their eyes wide with concern.

For a moment, the only sound was the heavy breathing of the team, the distant gunfire and screams muffled by the fog. Then, the reality of their situation snapped back into focus.

After some time he notices Lieutenant Ryder Running towards his bunker . The moment he entered he asks Arkhan about the situation . After accessing the situation he says

“Arkhan, we need to keep moving. We can’t hold this position for much longer.”

Arkhan’s chest heaved as he struggled to regain control, his fists clenched at his sides. “Get the team ready to fall back,” he growled, his voice barely below a shout. “We’ll hold the high ground at sector 4. We can’t let them push us further back.”

The team sprang into action, their movements swift and practiced. Arkhan watched, his jaw clenched, as they prepared to abandon their position. The air strike was their only hope now.

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Thirty minutes ticked by like an eternity, the silence from Command deafening. Arkhan’s team was dwindling, seven good soldiers gone, their bodies strewn across the bloody terrain. His grip on his rifle faltered, his hands shaking with rage and despair.

“WHERE IS THAT AIRSTRIKE !!? ” he screamed into the radio, but there was no response .

Lieutenant Ryder grabbed his arm, his voice low, hopeless and urgent. “Arkhan, we need to fall back, now. We can’t hold this position.”

But it was too late. A figure emerged from the fog, a grenade clutched in his hand. Arkhan’s eyes widened as the enemy soldier pulled the pin, the grenade arcing through the air like a deadly bird.

” GRENADE !” Yelled a soilder, but his voice was lost in the chaos.

The grenade landed mere feet away, its fuse burning down with merciless speed.

Arkhan’s world slowed, his vision tunnelina

to the deadly orb…

Arkhan’s mind screamed at his body to move, but his legs felt like lead, his muscles screaming in protest.

Yet, he knew he had to act. With a Herculean effort, he summoned his last reserves of energy and launched himself at Ryder.

“FOR FUCK SAKE, MOVE, GODDAM IT!!” his mind bellowed as he tackled the lieutenant, his arms wrapping around Ryder’s waist like a vice.

Together, they flew through the air, Arkhan’s legs pumping furiously as he desperately sought to put distance between them and the grenade.

They crashed to the ground, sliding across the damp earth, Arkhan’s body shielding Ryder’s.

The grenade detonated mere meters away, its blast wave crashing over them like a scorching tsunami.

Arkhan felt the impact, his ears ringing, his vision blurring. But he knew he’d saved Ryder.

As the dust settled, Arkhan struggled to his feet, his body trembling with exhaustion. Ryder stared up at him, his face pale, but alive.

“Thanks, Arkhan…” Ryder whispered, his voice barely audible.

Arkhan’s response was a weak nod, his chest heaving. He knew they had to keep moving. The enemy was still out there, closing in…

Just when they were about to get up Arkhan heard another sound of grenade pin as he turned he saw that same bastard had pulled out another grenade and he was about to throw it .

“Arkhan ! MOVE ! .“

This time Ryder pushed him and stood as a guard to protect him . And just when he was about to accept his fate ….

DHANGGG !!!

A rocket was fired at the enemy and he got blown to bloody meat pieces .

As the fog lifted, Arkhan and Ryder saw the two soldiers approaching them, their rifles still at the ready. “Thanks for taking out that grenadier,” one of them said, nodding at Arkhan.

“We’ve been trying to flush out that enemy bunker for hours. It’s been blocking our advance.”

Arkhan’s gaze followed the soldier’s pointing finger, and his eyes widened as he saw the bunker’s entrance, camouflaged behind a nearby building.

“That’s the source of all our troubles,” the soldier continued. “We need to take it out if we want to break through their lines.”

“We need a goddam plan . “