1/4 of my english project

I probably won't be posting any time soon because of exams, so I decided to post another short story. If I get at least 5 comments/feedbacks (from different people) I'll post the rest of it inshalla

It was a hopeless battle, the number of men against them could not be counted, and they were quickly decreasing to just hundreds. The rain continued falling, and the men did the same, as their bodies fell onto the dead mud, the enemy’s laughter amplified. Even the cries of the mothers could not be heard, due to the loud sounds of the bullets taking one life after another, showing no mercy. He let go of his weapon and surrendered himself to the raining bullets around him, because he thought there was no hope, and he believed there would soon be nothing to fight for. No country to fight for, no men to fight for, no women to fight for, no mothers to fight for, no fathers to fight for, no kids to fight for; nothing.

Many couldn't blame him, because they knew by fighting back they were just pending their destiny, which was a brutal slaughter. Nonetheless, they wrapped their hands around the trigger, spitting ammo on the enemies, as others prayed for a victory, or like many would say, they were praying for a miracle. That's what people did when they felt hopeless, weak, and defeated, they turned to the one person who controls everything; they turned their heads to God.

However, God seemed to have a different plan, because his plan wasn't to give them victory, it was just to spare some of their lives. After multiple of men died fighting for their lives, after kids died from starvation or severe wounds, and after women were kidnapped or killed, God still didn’t free these people, because there was a wisdom behind this people believed.

If God freed them from the beginning of the war, these people would have just hid for a while, gotten stronger, to only go back and meet the same unpleasant fate.

If they were freed after only half of the people died, these people would have ran away, all in small separate groups or families. This would have given anyone the opportunity to surround and kill them one by one.

However, God let these people fight until they were so few, that when they manage to escape, they would stick to each other and rely on each other. This would bring them closer, make them stronger and make them wiser. This will also give them a bigger reason to fight for which was not to let their army’s work and blood goes to waste.

Finally after these people met their destiny, not many of them have survived the blood shed, but it was enough to start growing a new community again, and build a new army.

    Of course, after seeing your own people and country snatched away from you, you wouldn’t recover easily and getting back up on your feet would be a hard thing to do. These people needed hope, because hope is what keeps people fighting; unlike the man who surrendered because he had no hope of survival.

    One task remained at hand; it was to find someone to bring hope back to these people. He had to encourage them to build a community, a country, and then an army to avenge for their loved ones. And this is what the man said to bring the people back on the right path: