Chapter one
Chapter one
After the war
Carnage was spread across two leagues of fields. A once mighty force was destroyed by the warlord's elite army. The man and his horse were covered from head to toe in blood and bits of flesh. The air was hot, turgid and cloying. He saw soldiers, still helmed, their heads crushed. He saw torn mail, crumpled shields, and limbs that had been ripped from bodies. The ground was red from there blood.
"Pitiful" he whispered into the wind. The cry of the birds fighting over the meat was filling the air than he spat onto the ground, he could taste bile at that thought. He wiped sweat from his brow and winced. The hot woolen cap beneath his helm had rubbed his forehead raw. His shield arm was numb from the beating it took from his enemy's. It was a brutal slaughter, ten thousand of Barbican regulars against thirty thousand elite virus troopers and twenty thousand elite crimson guards. They stood no chance!
The Barbican Empire numbered in the millions but only twenty thousand stood up to the huge army in front of them today. His captain a brutal savage man of thirty rode up to the commander.
"How fares your horse my liege".
"Better then my men. What is the damage report"?
"Two thousand dead, we sent an envoy back to castle black recasting one hundred thousand elite heavy Calvary."
"Good how did General Paul do? I heard he was devastated.'
"He…. Lost about twenty thousand elites. Those damn archers cost him some good men. Hundreds of his men were slaughtered by the enemy spell caster." He said flipping open a little note book and reading the information off the sheets.
"I hate magic and all that wield it. They make war a nasty fight plus they do not fight fare."
"Aye my liege that they don't but never the less we were able to defeat them fast before they could kill more men. What I am worried about, my lord, is if the empire has already taken the city we will lose far more to try and take it back from them."
"Good observation I want my men moving out I want the city in view by morning".
"But sir, that's impossible our men are tired and depleted, let us wait for the reinforcements before we move out. Or at least let us wait an hour or so the men can replenish themselves.'
"No I want the men moving like you said we will lose millions trying to take this city if the empire is all ready there."