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The soldiers froze as they rounded the corner of the narrow alley, their hearts pounding. The scene before them was one of unspeakable horror. Three men, clad in rough, medieval garb, had cornered a young girl against the wall of a crumbling stone building. Their faces were twisted with cruelty, their hands rough and calloused as they pinned her down. The girl's cries were muffled, her struggles futile against their strength. The flickering light of a nearby lantern cast grotesque shadows on the cobblestones, illuminating the nightmare unfolding before them.

Lucas felt a surge of rage and nausea. His grip tightened on the hilt of his bayonet, his knuckles white. The soldiers had left their rifles behind to avoid drawing attention, but now he wished he had brought his AKM.

"What the hell..." Ivan whispered, his voice trembling with anger. His hand instinctively went to the knife at his belt.

"We have to do something," Lucas said, his voice low but firm. He didn't wait for a response. He stepped forward, his fists clenched. "Hey! Get away from her!"

The men turned, their faces contorted with surprise and fury. One of them, a burly figure with a scar running down his cheek, sneered. He held a crude dagger in one hand, its blade glinting in the lantern light. "Who the hell are you?" he growled, his voice thick with a local accent. "This doesn't concern you. Walk away, or you'll regret it."

"Like hell, it doesn't," Lucas snapped, his body tense and ready. Behind him, Ivan, Sergei, and Ali moved into position, their hands also reaching for their knives. The soldiers were trained for combat, but this was different—this was raw, brutal, and personal.

The girl, her face streaked with tears, seized the moment to break free. She stumbled toward Lucas, her dress torn and her body trembling. Lucas instinctively stepped in front of her, shielding her with his body.

"You're making a mistake," the scarred man growled, raising his dagger. "This is our town. Your clothes don't look like they belong here."

"And you don't belong in this world," Ivan shot back, his voice cold. He lunged forward, his knife flashing in the dim light. The scarred man barely had time to react before Ivan's blade slashed across his arm, sending the dagger clattering to the ground.

The other two men hesitated, their eyes darting between the soldiers. One of them, a wiry figure with a crooked nose, pulled a short sword from his belt and charged at Lucas. Lucas sidestepped the attack, grabbing the man's wrist and twisting it until he dropped the sword. With a quick, brutal motion, Lucas drove his elbow into the man's face, sending him sprawling to the ground.

The third man, younger and less confident, backed away, his hands raised. "Enough!" he cried, his voice shaking. "We're done here!"

The scarred man clutched his bleeding arm, his face twisted with rage and pain. "This isn't over," he spat, backing away into the shadows. "You'll pay for this."

The soldiers watched as the men disappeared into the darkness, their hearts still racing. Lucas turned to the girl, his hands shaking. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice gentle.

She nodded, though her body still trembled. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I... I thought they were going to..."

"You're safe now," Lucas said, his anger giving way to a strange, protective feeling. He couldn't explain it, but something about her stirred him—her vulnerability, her courage, the way she looked at him with such gratitude. It was as if the world had narrowed to just the two of them.

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Ivan stepped forward, breaking the moment. "We need to get out of here. Those guys might come back with friends."

The girl shook her head. "No, they won't. They're cowards. Also, who are you? You don't feel like you belong here...."

Before she could finish, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed through the alley. The soldiers turned, their hands reaching for their knives, but it was only the old man from earlier. His face was pale, his eyes wide with fear and relief.

"Lena!" he cried, rushing to the girl's side. "Thank the gods you're safe. I told you not to go out at night!"

"I'm sorry, Father," Lena said, her voice breaking. "I was angry, and I... I didn't think..."

The old man turned to the soldiers, his expression a mix of gratitude and suspicion. "You saved her," he said, his voice trembling. "I don't know how to thank you."

"You don't have to," Lucas said quickly. "We couldn't just stand by."

The old man nodded slowly. "You have my gratitude."

"No need to thanks. We have to go now," Ivan said, his tone firm. "Also you need to keep this quiet. If anyone finds out we were here, it could cause trouble for us."

The old man nodded again. "You have my word. No one will know."

Lena stepped forward, her eyes locking with Lucas's. "Thank you," she said again, her voice soft but sincere. "I'll never forget what you did for me."

Lucas felt his face grow warm. "It was nothing," he said, though he knew it wasn't true. It was everything. In that moment, he felt a connection to her—a bond forged in the heat of danger and the quiet aftermath. He wanted to say more, to tell her how beautiful she looked even in her fear. But the words caught in his throat.

"Come on, Lucas," Ivan said, clapping him on the shoulder. "We need to go."

Reluctantly, Lucas nodded. He gave Lena one last look, memorizing her face, before turning to follow the others. The soldiers moved quickly and quietly, retracing their steps through the darkened streets. The town seemed even more surreal now, its quiet beauty tainted by the ugliness they had witnessed.

As they slipped through the gate and into the open fields beyond, Lucas felt a strange ache in his chest. He couldn't explain it, but he knew he would never forget Lena— her vulnerability, the way she had looked at him with such gratitude. It was as if a part of him had been left behind in that alley, with her.

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Back at the camp, the soldiers returned to their tents. Lucas lay on his cot, staring up at the canvas ceiling, his mind racing. He could still see Lena's face, hear her voice, and feel the warmth of her gratitude. It was a feeling he had never experienced before—a mix of protectiveness, admiration, and something deeper, something he couldn't quite name.

"You okay, kid?" David asked, his voice breaking the silence.

Lucas sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah. Just... thinking."

"About a girl?" David asked, his tone knowing.

Lucas nodded. "I just... I don't know. I've never felt like that before."

"Wow! I didn't know you had a girlfriend"

"Of course, I don't have any girlfriends. Also... I've only met her once." His face turned a little red.

"Did you meet the girl in the city? kid."

Lucas nodded slowly.

David chuckled softly, "I know it. Love at first sight is a hell of a thing."@@novelbin@@

"Love?" Lucas repeated, his voice tinged with disbelief. "I barely know her."

"Doesn't matter," David said, his tone gentle. "Sometimes it just hits you like that. But don't get your hopes up. We're soldiers, and this is war. Chances are, you'll never see her again. Also, she won't remember you over time."

Lucas knew David was right, but the thought didn't make the ache in his chest any easier to bear. He closed his eyes, trying to push the image of Lena from his mind. But it was no use. She was there, etched into his memory, a beacon of light in the darkness of war.

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The next morning, the column prepared to move out. The soldiers ate their rations in silence, their faces grim. The town loomed in the distance, a reminder of the strange and unfamiliar world they were now a part of.

As Lucas packed his gear, he glanced toward the town one last time. He knew he would never see Lena again, but he also knew he would never forget her. She had given him something to fight for—not just the Empire, not just survival, but the hope that there was still goodness in the world, even in the darkest of places.

The soldiers of the Bernard Empire marched on, their boots crunching on the gravel, their eyes fixed on the horizon. But for Lucas, the road ahead was no longer just a path to victory. It was a journey toward something greater—a chance to make a difference, to protect the innocent, and to find a reason to keep fighting.

And in his heart, he carried the memory of a girl named Lena, a beacon of hope in the shadows of the night.