Chapter 11: Revolution Part 3
The war was far from over, but this next battle would the deciding factor, they have been fighting for around 30 years for the colonies independence. Byzantium was detrimend to win this war and would almost never give up. He has managed to calm down the middle east, so he could bring the brunt of his forces, at least 100,000 men. " THAT COLONY WILL BE MINE!" Byzantium was angrier than thought possible. "GET EVERY SOILDER POSSIBLE ON THAT FLEET, IF WE FAIL HERE THEY WIN, BUT WE WONT LOSE TODAY NO NEVER!" Byzantium had suffered many defeates in the new world to his former colony and had only one a few. "That little bastard will fall…" Byzantium gripped his heart as it hurt. "I don't want this war…" is what he thought.
The Grand Republic of Sincere was preparing for the next shipment of Byzantine troops, "How many do you they are going to send?" he asked his intelligence officer, "No more than five thousand tops sir, just as usual." The Republic was pleased his troops now numbered in the 50,000 thousand area, there was no way that Byzantium could beat him now.
After a few months the Byzantine fleet returned with its load of 100,000 troops ready to conquer and retake their lands. The Republic watched the fleet and yelled, "They've landed get ready to assult them!" He turned back to see the thousands of men marching off of the ships, "What the hell!" He watched as the most troops he had ever seen marched off of those ships came straight for them. "I bet you were expecting a little less?" Byzantium shouted off of the ship. "There is at least 100,000 of my best trained soilders on these shores now! I will give you one last chance to come peacefully!" the Republic was terrified, he had never been out numbered and out done in training, but he wasn't about to give up no not when he had the chance to crush the back bone of the Byzantines. "Never! Men take aim and fire!"
the Republic charged out of his hiding place and right up to Byzantium and took a swing at him with his sword but missed. "Child you are fighting some one with ages more experience in this ancient art. I have been around longer than any other country known to the European community, I have been destroyed and I have risen from every possible occasion, I am the greatest damn country there is and ever will be, NOW GIVE UP!" Byzantium took a quick slash at the Republic causing him to jump backwards, "I don't care what you've been through, I wont go back to you not with out dieing first!" Those words hit Byzantium like a cannon ball to the gut, but this only made him more determained to capture him. The two armies were fighting in the background, as equally matched as the two countries fighting. Byzantium took out a pistol and shot at the republic, but the much more nimbler country managed to doge the attack. "Hold still you rat!" Byzantium said, as he swung his sword at the unarmored republic. The republic managed to land a hit on Byzantium, but his armor was to tuff to cut threw Byzantium replied with a punch to the face which sent the young republic flying into the ground. He quickly stood up and tackled Byzantium to the ground. He ripped off Byzantium's helmet and started punching him in the face repeatedly only to get shoved of and put under the heavly armored Byzantium's boot which was now crushing the republics ribs. "GIVE UP!" the Republic replied with a dagger to the leg which penetrated the armor and went into the leg "AHHHHH" Byzantium fell to the ground and pulled the dagger out of his leg. The republic got up and quickly capitalized by grabbing his sword and putting it to Byzantium's neck. "I have you down and out just give me my independence and end this bloodshed!" Byzantium punched the Republic and picked him up by the neck and slammed him into the ground "I WILL NEVER STOP COMING UNTIL YOU GIVE UP!" the Republic did not give up however as he pulled from his back pocket a pistol, but he didn't have the strength to fire it as he was being chocked to submission.
Out of no where English soliders came from the south and began flanking the Byzantine troops pushing them back to the coast lines surrounded. Byzantium turned to see this happening and let go of the republic for long enough to get himself up and back to attacking him. Byzantium was unprepared for the onslaught of the republic as he was only just blocking some of the attacks. Then England charged in and began to help the Republic, "You dirt fuck your helping him?" Byzantium couldn't handle the two at the same time and was pushed to the ground with two swords to his neck. "I AM NOT GOING TO STOP NO I WONT LOSE!" Byzantium grabbed both sword cutting into his own hands and ripped them out of theirs and threw them away. England was the first to speak, "Give up your out flanked, out manned, and in no position to keep fighting!" he was meet with a punch to the face that sent him to the ground. Byzantium wasn't giving up till the last man of his was dead. "VICTORY OR DEATH!" was what he yelled as he picked up England by the neck and then he threw him into the Republic. "I may be weakend, but I am still stronger than both of you!" Byzantium charged them both, but he was met with a sickning double punch to the face as both the Republic and England landed heavy blows to him. Byzantium feel to the ground almost out cold, "I… just… wanted… to… protect… you…" Was all he said before he passed out. Byzantium had lost the war and a year latter acknowledged the indipendance of his former colony.