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Barbarian Lord
Chapter 4
When the chariot unit arrived, I set off. A few of my captains wanted to keep us in the gorge or somewhere until the other units arrived. But I was confident. We would reach Sparta by sundown.
It was a cool night with a crescent moon shining down on us. My troops were camped in a small grove of trees just outside the city while I gave my final instructions. "Storm the city and let nothing deter you until our victory is at hand!"
Then we charged. Arrows shot by what archers we had left flew through the air, hitting some unfortunate sentries and soldiers on the top. I wanted the city to be intact when I conquered it, so I ordered that none use fire arrows unless extremely necessary. Then, ladders went up. Several of them were knocked down, but just enough were left standing so that enough men were able to get up. The catapult we had made in the woods battered relentlessly at the gate. I dodged among troops, striking down enemies and giving orders. A foe raised his sword behind me in an effort to strike me but I parried it just in time and killed him. I ran to the tower on the corner of the wall for a better view on our position.
Then it happened. I saw some of my men were having trouble fighting the enemy so I heading over there all the while parrying sword blows and dodging arrows. But I wasn't fast enough. An arrow hit me in my chest. I gasped; the pain hurt so much. With a whizzing sound, another arrow hit me in the left arm. I could feel myself falling and soon hitting the cold, hard stone beneath me. I struggled to push myself up, and although it hurt and it seemed to take forever, I managed to get into a sitting position. From my view on the wall, I could see my soldiers chasing the enemy away. I smiled. Even though I knew I wasn't going to make it, the city was ours. We had succeeded. I felt a firm hand on my shoulder and saw the face of my first officer. He was saying something but I could make it out. Then, everything became dark with a strange tint of red.
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Many years later....
My father was a great man. He led our people from what certain death they awaited in a small country village to victory over a great city. Although he died at the battle over Sparta, his efforts helped finally defeat our long-time foes, the Greeks. It also helped to bring about peace by the ruling of the world. For this is our Civilization!
Barbarian Lord
Chapter 4
When the chariot unit arrived, I set off. A few of my captains wanted to keep us in the gorge or somewhere until the other units arrived. But I was confident. We would reach Sparta by sundown.
It was a cool night with a crescent moon shining down on us. My troops were camped in a small grove of trees just outside the city while I gave my final instructions. "Storm the city and let nothing deter you until our victory is at hand!"
Then we charged. Arrows shot by what archers we had left flew through the air, hitting some unfortunate sentries and soldiers on the top. I wanted the city to be intact when I conquered it, so I ordered that none use fire arrows unless extremely necessary. Then, ladders went up. Several of them were knocked down, but just enough were left standing so that enough men were able to get up. The catapult we had made in the woods battered relentlessly at the gate. I dodged among troops, striking down enemies and giving orders. A foe raised his sword behind me in an effort to strike me but I parried it just in time and killed him. I ran to the tower on the corner of the wall for a better view on our position.
Then it happened. I saw some of my men were having trouble fighting the enemy so I heading over there all the while parrying sword blows and dodging arrows. But I wasn't fast enough. An arrow hit me in my chest. I gasped; the pain hurt so much. With a whizzing sound, another arrow hit me in the left arm. I could feel myself falling and soon hitting the cold, hard stone beneath me. I struggled to push myself up, and although it hurt and it seemed to take forever, I managed to get into a sitting position. From my view on the wall, I could see my soldiers chasing the enemy away. I smiled. Even though I knew I wasn't going to make it, the city was ours. We had succeeded. I felt a firm hand on my shoulder and saw the face of my first officer. He was saying something but I could make it out. Then, everything became dark with a strange tint of red.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Many years later....
My father was a great man. He led our people from what certain death they awaited in a small country village to victory over a great city. Although he died at the battle over Sparta, his efforts helped finally defeat our long-time foes, the Greeks. It also helped to bring about peace by the ruling of the world. For this is our Civilization!