Prologue: A Kingdom United

"LET IT BE KNOWN THAT THE CASTLE FELL BEFORE THE GUARD DID!"

1st Infantry Guards Division

"The true soldier fights not because he hates what is in front of him, but because he loves what is behind him."

No one knew how it started, no knew when it started, but everyone could agree on one thing. The United Kingdom of Albion is strong and united, every man and woman knows their duties, they know what to do, the island had withstand the test of time again and again. Tribes became Clans, Clans became Kingdoms, and Kingdoms became united, but it wasn't all sunshine and rainbows, for the land is covered in Blood of those who fight, those who protect, those to swore that the innocent shall be protected.

The first weapon, a simple spear was meant to protect man from the wild and Grimm, but soon weapons advance, and with that man advance, but man cannot coexist without conflict, as the Kingdom Advance, so those the tension of the Kingdoms. Alliances were made and broken, promises kept and lost, for everything they did to keep the peace, war did erupted like a volcano, all the Kingdoms in alliances fought each other, new weapons meet old school tactics, the infantry and cavalry entered the slaughter unaware what is to come.

Millions died in the fields, millions died in the trenches, but the war kept going on, millions of shells falling on the field of battle, poison gas suffocate millions, flamethrowers burned thousands, and the infantry still marched on the open grounds of slaughter. Because for the soldier, it isn't about who he hates in front, but what he loved behind, his family, his friends and his home, for Queen and Country or for King and Country, the battle cry came about in the field of battle, they met in the middle, as artillery shells fall around them and it ended with thousands dead.

It started with four kingdoms on one island, wars wage, battles won, technologies advance, and in the end, people questioned why do we fight. When Swords became Rifles, when Cavalry became Tanks, when we mastered flight, ruled the seas, we grew stronger, advance much further, but in the end, we exhausted ourselves, then the Rulers of each Kingdom decided we need to unite. No longer we are divided by borders, no longer we are different people, we are united as one. We stood fast against the Grimm, we stood fast against poison gas, and the most powerful of them all. The Hydrogen Bomb.

We stood fast, we stood tall and we stood strong.

"No matter where. No matter when. The Infantry Holds the line."

Unofficial Albion Military Infantry Guideline

"Fear the Gods and Dread Nought."

The Popular Unofficial Motto of the Royal Navy of Albion

For hundreds of years, the unofficial motto of the Albion Infantrymen is hold until relieved, with this the Albion Infantry holds the line, from the earliest battles fought on Albion soil to the Great War that united Albion, that unofficial motto stood strong for ages never changing. From the Royal Marine Infantry of the Navy to the Paratroopers of the Army that unofficial motto stayed true, shock troops had to fight through withering fire during the Great War, Marines had to fight entrenched enemy troops in defensive fighting positions, Paratrooper surrounded and outnumbered, held their ground until they are relieved, and today that unofficial motto is tested in the field of battle.

Gunfire echoed through the night as hundreds of Infantryman open fired with their weapons, lasers crisscrossed the dark and destroyed urban landscape with their arsenal's various Full Metal Jacket High-Powered Semi-Armor-Piercing ammunition hitting every target the laser was lazing on. The Infantry using everything in their arsenal against the Grimm and the White Fang, in the dark, dusty streets the infantry fought, in every corner the Infantry held, in every building the infantry fought the infantry held as scores of Grimm and White Fang fell to the withering fire of the Albion Infantry, accurate and deadly fire, rarely missing their marks, bodies littered the streets, but grateful Civilians could only watched in awe as the infantry fought to rescue them, while the White Fang and Grimm are numerous, while communication is hampered, the infantry fought, the infantry advance, but most importantly the infantry hold the line.

As Tanks advanced, as Fighters and Gunships continue to bomb the enemy, the infantry held, for every street corner they take back the infantry held, for every intersection they captured, the infantry held for every building cleared, the infantry held. The infantry, humans and faunus together fought no for glory, not for honor, but for each other and the civilians they rescued, the civilians could only thank them as they are led to safety, as the infantry continue their advance, the guns of the Albion Cruisers roared in the background before an explosion was heard. But the men and women of the 82nd continued their advance, never stopping, never resting, continuing on as the battle rages on, they are unaffected by the heavy guns of the Albion Cruisers, not the missiles flying high above them, the Infantry just continued advancing, but one thing for certain.

Under the broken moon of Remnant, The Infantry Holds the line.

Author's Note: This fanfic is from my SB account.

Now for those asking, most weapons and vehicles will be based on both Halo, ArmA and Ace Combat. You can submit vehicle ideas from other franchise, give me a convincing argument on why it should be added and I shall added.