■ Steven’s Amazing Adventures, and the Future of the World ■ (PART 17) - "Communist Attack" - (A STORY about the END TIMES, with Messages from God) (PART 17)

Steven’s Amazing Adventures,

and the Future of the World

(A Story about the End Times 
with Messages from God)

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(This story chronicles the adventures of Steven O'Neill, his wife Sarah, and their friends during the End Times. Judgment has already struck the U.S., and Steve and his friends have reached the vast continent of Asia. Witness the amazing things God will reveal about the coming kingdom of the Beast (or the Antichrist), the Mark of the Beast, and the Tribulation period. This story should keep you fascinated, as a realistic account of the future unfolds in the form of a fictional story.

But, this story is not just a story. It contains messages from God and prophecies that actually shall happen. It is written as fiction with fictional characters, but the message of the story is very real, and the cataclysmic events, touched on in this story, will actually impact this earth as God’s Holy Bible and its prophecies unfold. The world will soon enter a time much like that portrayed in this story. I encourage you to seek God about this to see what He will show you.)

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Chapter Seventeen

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PART 17: “Communist Attack"

The PLA Chinese major general grimly pored over a map on his large computer screen, in his office. The red flag of the People’s Republic of China hung respectfully from a short flagpole in a stand behind his desk, and shiny medals were displayed in glass cases on his wall. Red dots on the map indicated towns and cities where at least three percent or more of the population was known to be Christian. Two numbers, in a small-sized font, appeared above each town. One was red and the other was blue.

He scrolled down the map until he reached the southern provinces of China. The colonel’s eyebrows knit together in deep concentration as he studied the red numbers. One town in particular had a high concentration of Christians. This was very concerning to him, since he believed Christians were a dangerous “cult,” which could theoretically overthrown his government if the Christians were allowed to continue as they were, hiding from the authorities.

(Yunnan Province. Click for source.)

For the town he was focusing on, the red number was: 5,579. The blue number, which appeared below the red number, was: 16,300. The Christians in that town had numbered almost a third of the population of the town of 16,300. As he scrolled down through the enlarged map of the Yunnan province, he noticed that the percentage of Christians was large in a third of the Yunnan villages.

These numbers were from older records, and most of the Christians had gone into hiding. ‘By now,’ he thought, ‘the number of Christians might have increased by ten percent, and they probably are hiding out in caves, or jungles, or moving to other countries.’

‘It is time to put a complete end to the Christian religion,’ the colonel thought as he scrolled through the map. ‘It is time to bring the Christians out of their superstitious beliefs and into the light of communism,’ he thought. ‘If they will not bow to us, then they will die. We will hunt every last one of them down and either convert them to communism, or kill them.’ [See the "Footnote" at the end of this chapter.]

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“Announcement”

Men and women on bicycles, motorcycles, delivery trucks, and small cars slowly flowed through the streets of the small town of 16,300. Some bicyclists zipped around slower vehicles while avoiding pedestrians. Shops were open in the main street, and sellers displayed various wares and foods, such as bowels of noodles, rice, mushrooms, and vegetables.

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Potential customers moved from vendor to vendor, looking at items for sale. Slightly incongruous with the old feel of the town, Chinese tourists, from other provinces, texted on cell phones or sat at outside tables with their computer tablets. At one table, a small group of older men played a traditional Chinese board game.

The sun was out on this peaceful Friday afternoon and the town seemed to be alive with activity. But, while the people carried on with their work or recreation, six-wheeled army trucks began rolling through the streets. Chinese soldiers armed with bullpup-style Type 95 automatic rifles scanned back and forth through the crowds while they walked on either side of the main street. People looked at them curiously, but pretended to return to work when the soldiers glanced in their directions.

Some of the soldiers, with rifles slung over their shoulders, began plastering brightly colored orange notices on bulletin boards and handing them to shop owners and employees to publicly display. One of the soldiers carrying the notices was a sergeant named Kun Ren, who was in his later twenties. Kun approached a middle aged lady selling rice, fish, dumplings, and stir fry meals from a couple catering carts in front of a small shop, where she and an assistant prepared the food. She looked at him, somewhat startled to see a soldier approaching her.

He handed her an orange notice and said, “Post this up where your customers can clearly see it.”

“What is this all about?” she asked, taking the sheet from him.

“The central government,” Kun said, “has ordered that all Christians are to be reported to the municipal governments once their whereabouts and daily activities are known. So, if you see people, who are talking about Christian things, you must report them to the government in your town. Failure to do this may put you in harm’s way if the government should find out that you are aware of Christian activity in your town that you have not reported to them.”

The lady blinked twice before she said, “I know of suspicious activity, and not just suspicious activity. My nephew, Hu Zheng, is a Christian. I believe he headed toward the jungle just a two days ago. I reported it to the municipal government already, but they seem to be busy handling other matters. And, they didn’t seem to know what to do with my report.

“That will have to change,” Kun said.

“Hu told us that if we did not repent from our sins that we would go to a place of torment called Hell,” Hu’s aunt, Li, said. “He told us that a man named Jesus Christ died for my sins about 2,000 years ago. I laughed at it and told him that if he told me that again, and didn’t renounce his faith in this foolish religion, I would report him to the police. I did report him, but the police didn’t find him when they came to his house.

“His parents thought he ran into the jungle while they were asleep. They showed the police the ashes of scraps of paper containing Bible verses that Hu had written down. They said they burned the verses when they found them hiding under clothes in Hu’s bedroom.”

“I would like to find him myself,” Kun said, scowling. “So, he said that if you didn’t repent from sin, you would go to a place called Hell?”

“Yes,” she said. “I was very offended.”

“I would like to talk to my commander about being assigned to hunt down your nephew,” Kun said. “I would personally like to bring him to justice. Someone like him must be arrested or killed for his religion that is corrupting Chinese society.”

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“Kun Ren”

Two days later, Kun, a sergeant in the PLA, was walking toward a Changhe Z-18 transport helicopter at his military base. He carried a backpack full of rations, supplies, a map, compass, and other essential equipment. Other soldiers headed toward four other helicopters parked in an open field on the base. Veterans of various Southeast Asian conflicts, they were all well prepared mentally and physically for a long stay in the jungle.

Their new mission was to locate and arrest or kill Christians hiding in the jungle. New and improved heat sensor technology allowed them to detect humans in the obscuring depths of a dense jungle by day or by night. The technology came in the form of helmet-mounted headgear and optics, which a third of the soldiers were equipped with.

Kun instinctively bent down a little as he reached the edge of the spinning rotors.

Half of the soldiers were also given new Type ‘Lóng’ 64 bullpup machine guns* which were equipped with sensors which would assist in placing accurate shots. Named after the Chinese dragon (i.e. lóng), this was the considered the most lethal light machine gun ever fielded.

The sensors enabled the Type ‘Lóng’ 64 machine guns to fire and hit targets with nearly a hundred percent accuracy in all conditions, because the guns would fire at humans automatically when a special switch was engaged. [*Note: This is a fictional gun, but it is realistic to the potential of modern technology.]

The sensors in each gun detected human-shaped body heat and automatically activated the firing mechanism when the gun barrel was aligned with its human targets. The results in tests showed that the guns were three times more accurate than most marksmen.

Kun looked forward to putting the new technology to use against Christians should they resist capture or try to flee.

In addition to the newer guns, the soldiers were armed with plenty of grenades and spare ammunition. Rumors had circulated throughout the army that in several provinces of China, Christians had escaped capture from platoons of highly trained soldiers. The soldiers had been arrested and interned in military prisons to discipline them for their apparent “ineptitude” or for supposedly “allowing” the Christians to escape, but Kun suspected the soldiers were not inept nor conducive to the Christians’ escape.

He suspected that the Christians had brought technology with them which he believed had somehow caused them to blend in perfectly with their surroundings, similar to how a chameleon lizard disguises itself. ‘Our infrared optics and self-firing guns will put an end to Christians escaping capture,’ Kun thought.

Once he was seated in the helicopter, Kun relaxed and gazed out the window. In a short time, they would be flying over the jungle. Then, a short time from then, he believed he would have the Christians in his gun sights. More of his men piled in as the sergeant watched the activity outside with a thin smile on his face.

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“Intrusion”

Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. The chopping sound of a helicopter flying over the tree tops filled the air, waking Hu from sleep. He was lying on a small tarp spread on the ground under a tall kapok tree. Five yards away to his right, Cheng was snoring in his sleeping bag. Three yards to Hu’s left, Quang stirred in his sleeping bag and sat up. He listened to the night air, blinking his eyes several times to clear them.

“What is that?” Quang said.

“It sounds like a …” Hu started to say.

“Helicopter!” Quang said. “It must be Chinese soldiers. We must move.”

Quang stood quickly and fast-walked toward Cheng. He shook the snoring man, saying, “Wake up, Chinese soldiers are coming! We need to pray.”

Cheng slowly opened his eyes and looked up, blinking. “What? Soldiers are coming?”

Then, he shook his head to clear it, and sat up. “Oh, Lord God, please protect us,” Cheng said, anxiously, looking around. “Blind their eyes.”

The helicopter was overhead now. The wash from the rotors was causing the upper branches and leaves of tall trees to shake and toss. The sound was loud and powerful like a hurricane, Hu thought in his groggy state of mind. He jumped up, snatched his backpack, and left his sleeping bag and tarp on the ground. Not wasting a moment, Hu walked quickly toward a thick cluster of bushes and ducked into a gap in the dense foliage. Cheng was right behind him, but Quang didn’t follow them in.

The helicopter descended a few dozen feet toward the forest canopy before pausing and hovering in the air for a little over a minute. Each second passed as if it were two. The time dragged on. Then, to Hu’s relief, the helicopter lifted up higher and began moving away. After a few minutes it was gone and the loud chopping sound of the rotors faded into the distance.

“God spared our lives. They could have spotted us with heat sensors,” Cheng said, gulping.

“You’re right. Where is Quang?” Hu said.

Cheng looked back and forth, nervously. “I don’t see him. I have no clue. He might have found another hiding place.”

“You there,” a voice said from a short distance away. ‘Could that be Quang?’ Hu thought, turning toward the sound.

“I see you in those bushes. Raise your hands now!” the voice said gruffly.

‘That wasn’t Quang,’ Hu realized, feeling fear striking his chest. ‘It must be a Chinese soldier.’

Reluctantly, Cheng and Hu raised their hands, even though they didn’t see the source of the voice. A sound of thrashing came from the bushes and a Chinese soldier appeared through a gap in the foliage. He was equipped with futuristic optics that covered both eyes. A headset provided him with a small mouthpiece connected to a two-way radio.

“You must be Christians, correct?” the soldier said coldly.

“Yes, we are,” Hu said boldly while he noticed the soldier’s gun.

The soldier carried a machine gun that had two scope-shaped devices mounted on it. One was directly on top and one was slightly to the side. Hu had no idea what the side-mounted device was for, but the top-mounted one was likely a scope or gun sight. He wore a patch indicating he was a sergeant in the PLA.

Pointing his gun at them, the sergeant pulled two handcuffs from a black case on his belt, and shoved the handcuffs toward Hu and Cheng, saying gruffly, “Put these on and be quick about it.”

Feeling a heavy weight on his chest, Hu reluctantly snapped the handcuffs around his wrists, after passing a pair to Cheng.

“Do either of you happen to know of a man named Hu Zheng?” the sergeant asked with a small hint of amusement in his voice.

There was a heavy silence as Hu contemplated what to say. ‘What should I do, Father God?’ Hu spoke to God silently. ‘What should I tell him? Am I going to go to a concentration camp? I thought you said that you would protect us. What is happening?’

“Answer me,” the sergeant barked, slapping Hu on the face with his hand.

The strike stung his cheek and a tiny surge of anger attacked Hu, but he quickly gave it to God and chose to forgive the soldier, realizing that the man had not felt God’s loving Presence and peace.

“My son,” Abba God’s loving voice said, “tell this soldier that you are that man he speaks of. Tell him that if he repents from his sins, he will be saved from sin, but if he hardens his heart against Me further, he will be lost forever. Tell him those words, My son, and I will protect you, and bless you, and keep you. And, I the Lord your God have spoken.”

“I am the man you speak of,” Hu told the sergeant. As he spoke, rustling sounds came from the bushes and more Chinese soldiers came into view in the moonlight that penetrated through gaps in the forest canopy.

“I spoke to your aunt Li,” the sergeant said, “and she told me you went into the jungle to hide from the authorities. But, now you will not be hiding anymore. I will see to it that you are placed in a maximum security labor camp. Your suffering will be great there until you forsake your foolish Christian religion. Then, you will be permitted to return to a normal life. But, if you don’t ever forsake your foolish beliefs, I can guarantee you that you will die.”

“God was showing me to tell you,” Hu said calmly, “that you must repent from your sins and He will save you from sin and from the consequences of sin. But, if you harden your heart against God further, there would be no hope for you. I ask you, please take to heart what I am saying. Please ―”

“Be silent!” the sergeant shouted, cutting Hu off.

Hu stepped toward the sergeant, feeling calmness and peace wash over him. He knew it was God’s loving grace that gave him the ability to do what he knew he needed to do.

“You can throw me into a camp, but I will never forsake my best Friend and God,” Hu said.

“Then, I will kill you here and now,” the sergeant said, aiming his rifle at Hu’s chest. Cheng stepped back, with wide open eyes, anticipating the next thing to happen. But, Hu stood still and calmly and peacefully faced his foe.

“I will not allow you to kill me or arrest me, in the Name of Jesus Christ,” Hu said boldly.

The PLA sergeant flinched slightly, but maintained his aim at Hu’s chest.

“And, by the Name of Jesus Christ,” Hu continued, “I declare that the blood of Jesus Christ protects me from all harm, and that I have been given power, in Jesus Christ’s Name, over all the power of the enemy.”

The sergeant shook his head slightly as if a mosquito had poked his skin, but it wasn’t a mosquito that irritated him.

Hu continued: “In Luke 10:19, Jesus Christ said: 'Behold, I give unto you power to tread on serpents and scorpions, and over all the power of the enemy: and nothing shall by any means hurt you.' Leave now, in Jesus Christ’s Name.”

The sergeant stood there slightly dazed. Then, he shook his head and blinked several times.

“I command you to leave us in Jesus Christ’s Name. That goes for all of you,” Hu said strongly, glancing at the other soldiers.

At last, the gun was lowered, and the sergeant back up. Then, he left, in a daze, brushing past bushes. The sergeant spoke into his two-way radio and ordered the other soldiers to follow him. The other soldiers back up, slowly turned, and followed their leader through the forest, away from Hu and Cheng. As he watched them leave, Hu thought they also seemed to be in a bit of a daze.

A few minutes later, the thwacking sound of helicopter rotors returned. The loud droning of the rotors could be heard for several long minutes. Hu prayed while he waited. The seconds passing seemed like minutes, and the minutes like hours. But, he prayed fervently, both for the continued protection of him and the other Christians, and for the salvation of the soldiers.

Then, a fearful thought came to him that the soldier might be planning a second attack to come up from behind. But, Hu gave that thought to God. Finally, the roaring of the blades began to fade as the helicopter lifted off with the soldiers.

When the thumping sound had faded into the distance, Cheng exclaimed, “I can’t understand this. God protected us when you just simply told the soldier a scripture verse and meant it. That is a miracle. That is awesome what God has done. Glory to His Holy Name!”

“Amen!” Hu said, smiling, looking up. “I praise you Abba Father for saving and delivering us from the soldiers and from death. Thank you so much. You knew it wasn’t our time to go to be with you in Heaven. Oh, Lord God, will you powerfully convict those men of their sins and of their need to be saved through Jesus Christ, your Only Begotten son? Convict them that only through the blood of Jesus Christ can they be saved. And, I pray that each soldier will soften toward you, and repent, and receive you, Lord Jesus, as their personal Savior and Lord. In Jesus Christ’s Name. Amen.”

At that moment, the handcuffs miraculously detached from Hu and Cheng’s wrists and dropped to the ground.

“Oh,” Cheng said, surprised. “My handcuffs fell off! This is a miracle since I had snapped them on tight. Yours were on tight too, weren’t they?”

“I snapped them on tight because the guard was threatening me,” Hu said, “but how they came off is a mystery.”

Hu looked down at the handcuffs and rubbed his wrists, amazed. Then, scripture came to him from the book of Acts. Hu remembered reading about Simon Peter, in Acts 12, who was miraculously released from prison by an angel and by his invisible angelic team.

“God never ceases to amaze me,” Cheng said, smiling and looking up toward the night sky which peeked through the jungle canopy.

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“In the Helicopter”

Inside the Changhe Z-18 helicopter, Sergeant Kun Ren thought about the strange events that had just taken place. With his advanced heat-sensing equipment, Kun had located a small group of Christians and the nephew of the food vendor, after days of scanning the jungle with four helicopters. He had confronted Hu, but something had happened inside Kun that had shook him just a short while ago.

He had forgotten what his mission was and who he was after, until just a few minutes ago. All Kun knew when he was in the jungle was that he must return to the helicopter and go back home. The other soldiers with him did not remember ever seeing any Christians in the jungle. But, as the miles of jungle passed by below, Kun started to remember what his mission was and that it was not finished. He was given orders to hunt down Christians in the jungle. And, he needed to do that. The other three helicopters must be still on that mission. Somehow they did not realize his team was leaving.

Kun put on noise-cancelling headphones with an attached microphone. Then, he spoke to the pilot and copilot. “We need to turn around,” Kun said. “There are Christians in this jungle. We passed over human heat signatures fifteen minutes ago. Over.”

“Copy,” the pilot said. “We will turn around and head back. Over.”

As the helicopter turned around, Kun thought to himself, ‘Once I capture those troublesome Christians, I will make them pay.’

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... “That would be a good idea,” Hu said, starting to walk back toward the direction where their sleeping bags had been.

Hiss. A hissing sound caused Hu to freeze in his tracks. Slowly, he turned his head to the left, and he felt his heartbeat speed up. A chain viper* appeared in the moonlight raising its body into a striking posture with its mouth open to expose its fangs. Large, black-rimmed, oval-shaped spots appeared on its tan skin. [*Or a Russell’s viper.] ...

[Footnote: The Chinese are not the enemy, neither are the Russians. Both are people just like you and me. But, God will use Russia and China to judge wicked nations, which will not repent from their rebellion against Him. And, the devil will seek to stir up men to persecute the Church. But, God will deliver all who seek Him and trust in Him.]