Note: This is a short chapter, I know. The next one is going to be fairly long. So bear with me. ^_^

Hawkder gazed on in horror as the cement exploded only meters away from him. He knew the sound and sight all to well. Gattling cannons.

"When at war, we should conduct ourselves with honor and pride. Never strike against a defenseless enemy, and never attack those who cannot attack back. We are Mites, and we have honor. And honor demands that we fight war fairly, and clean as possible."

Sretomi had been so wrong. He was dead because he thought like that. All he had learned about war had been quickly un-learned as soon as he entered combat. People who fool themselves with the notion that war is a nice, clean, competition only end up getting themselves killed.

War was no chess game. People die in war. When your at war, you care less about being honorable, doing the correct thing to "uphold your pride." When you're at War, you try not to think of the enemy infront of you as a person. When you're at war, he's not a person. He's a thing to be killed.

Because he thinks of you the same way.

Screams snapped him back into the moment. The screams of mothers, fathers, children, grandparents. They were being gunned down infront of him most gruesomely. Human Gattling cannon rounds are not designed to pierce armor and cement like Mite 60 cal machineguns. No, human rounds are designed to snap, break, shatter, and crack. To become deadly shards of metal, flying in every conceivable direction and striking down in an unbelievably bloody manner it's target.

And that what was happening to the fleeing mites infront of him.

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Focx could barely contain his excitement as he saw the rulerists begin to withdraw. "We diddit Jurai, we ####in DIDDIT! YEHAW!!!!" Whoops of victory came up from the squad. The Rulerists were fleeing back to their prep grounds in the low, rolling hills outside of the city. However, Koni-Usau was still being ferociously defended. To bad for the humans that they could expect no reinforcements from there retreating comrades. The Mites would take Koni-Usau by the end of the day.

Jurai's voice boomed out over the cheering. "My god…I cannot believe I did not notice this before!"

Focx anxiously replied. "What's the matter, Jurai?" "The humans are using their retreat to mask the movement of 14 new transports, Vehicle transports!" "Tanks!?!" inquired Focx. "I doubt it. There are no fuel trucks coming along…No…these are not tanks…they are something else. Something…New." "Jurai, I hope your wrong." "I hope I am too, Focx…I hope I am too…"

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Hawkder ran out from behind the cover of the small café and took aim at the choppers with his grappling spikes.

He hoped he could drag them, two at a time, to the ground, and then smash them to smithereens by hand.

His chances were not good at all; he'd be targeted by Hellfire Missiles quickly, and blown apart.

But every second he pulled the helicopter's away from their bloody task, the more lives could be saved. He was continuing to hail Jurai for help, and he wondered why he was getting no response. He certainly hoped, no, he prayed that he was not the last one alive.

End part 2.