The fall of Captain Citrus.
The air was so thick with smoke; you could barely see your hand in front of you. The gunshots had stopped. It was completely silent.
"Do you think we've finished them off?" whispered Private Skree.
Captain Citrus stepped up onto the muddy wasteland. He was tall, strong and clad in thick shining gold and blue armour, except for his left leg that had white coloured armour. He removed his helmet. His face had dark tanned skin and his hair was a dark grey. He had deep set, rich, oak coloured eyes, which he looked around with at the bodies of his own men and the bodies of the enemy. All of them out there were dead. He gave a sniff of the air. It stank of burnt rotting flesh and gunpowder.
"I believe the war is finally is over," he said as he turned to face his men. "Let us collect our fallen comrade's bodies."
All the men slowly climbed out of the crater they had used for cover and began to search for any of their fellow soldiers.
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The city of Gansmust stood in ruins off in the distance behind them. It had been eight days since they had recaptured the city and now they had only pushed the Crogcrag's strongest force back at least ten miles from it, and now finally may have finished them off. Starting with only five hundred men (against at least one thousand five hundred) they only had fifty remaining.
"Call for three Apothecaries!" shouted Sergeant Mace, "we have some survivors who are gravely wounded."
"Yes sir," replied one of his men.
Suddenly out of no-where, gunshots were fired.
"GET TO COVER!" yelled Sergeant Mace as Private Skree drew his boltgun. There was another round of shots.
"Wait!" he called pointing at a Crogcrag body, "there's no need. I've sorted it out."
He walked over to the body of the Crogcrag and turned it over. Thick red blood leaked out of its chest and stained the ground.
"Has anyone been hit? Call out," said Mace.
"Captain," said Skree as Citrus fell to the ground, "oh no."
Both Skree and Mace ran to Citrus's side. Their metal armour clanked together as they did. Once they reached him they lifted him up just a little. The whole of his chest had been ripped apart by the boltgun bullets.
"How long until those Apothecaries arrive?" called Skree.
"Thirty minutes, sir" replied a soldier.
"Get the medical kit over here so that we can slow down the blood."
"It wouldn't help me anyway, and these wounds are beyond the skill of an Apothecary" coughed Citrus with blood beginning to fill his mouth, "you must leave me to die, and that's an order."
"Then we shall have to disregard that command, Sir" said Skree.
"Good man," said Citrus with a laugh, "I remember when we first met, you had just joined the Space Lords and you were trained by Sergeant Mace. Then later you were placed in my company. I always picked you to join Mace and me when we went on special operations. I remember it all."