Forrest V

ok, the first part of the last half. i'm gonna post a questionaire abot how this should end soon, i have three endings atm, and i need to choose which one is the final ending, but ill post the other two as well.

The jeep stopped t the barbed wire fence that circled the southern perimeter of the defenses that guarded the river. Forrest stepped out; he was dressed in grey combat gear, helmet visor down, hiding his blue eyes from the glare of the sun, as well as providing protection against the dust that filled the air. He walked forward towards a man in the uniform of the council’s army, the officer saluted.
“Mornin’ sir, Lt Jones,” he moved to shake hands, Forrest obliged,”I’m to show you to your quarter’s sir.”
Forrest gave a small smile, “lead on Lieutenant.”

The barracks was a cramped concrete affair, filled with bunks and storage lockers, Forrest left his men to adjust themselves as he was escorted to the officer’s quarters. He never got there.
The siren wailed, men spilled from the surrounding barracks, Forrest dropped his bag and followed the rapidly moving column of troops. The soldiers were heading north to the river, past the defense lines. The dust filled air burned his lungs but he continued to run, he checked the clip of his pistol, full. He was one of the first to reach the outer line of defenses, the makeshift walls of sand bags and sheet metal that defended the bunkers and concrete walls behind. Forrest stepped back in disbelief as he saw the river come into sight.
Hundreds of barges were making their way across the placid water; aboard the floating platforms were thousands of northerners. Forrest felt a sickening jolt of fear; this was the reality of the war he’d caused. Bullets whizzed passed him thudding into the defenses behind him.

A hand dragged him back behind the protection of the barriers, the first barge reached the shore and the northerners disembarked. The first men off were giants, the pair towered above their comrades; both wielded huge axes and ran forward at the defenders.
Forrest’s ears rang as the automatic rifles the troops carried opened fire; one of the giants went down but the other on kept running. Then Forrest saw the danger. The troops were concentrating as all their fire on the giants and the rest of the northern force was allowed to run to continue their run to the defenses.
He swore then drew his katana and leapt over the barrier, the southern fire stopped, and others followed his example, the grate of steel on steel sounded as bayonets were dragged from scabbards. The familiar weight if his sword calmed Forrest as he leant, to one side to avoid a club swung at his head, he swayed back and sent his blade slicing forward to slice the northerners jugular.
He weaved through the first wave of attackers, slicing and parrying, never losing his momentum. Another siren sounded and the defenders fell back to the defenses as more barges landed. More giants disembarked, eight in all, all wielding the huge axes, the southerners opened with a volley at the troops that milled around the giants feet , this was more effective, but then the giants charge hit home.