Charite, Berlin, Sigmarstag 25. Erntezeit
The Charite` had been chosen as it was the foremost clinic in Germany when it came to magical treatments and as the old buildings sported the high ceilings of a bygone age. The clinic had chosen their resident expert on magic with handling their newest "consultant."
Ralf Winkler would normally felt his neck cramp from looking up so much, yet the presence of Ariel was such that he did not care in the slightest.
He need two tries to speak again to the ruler of Athel Loren.
"Please sigh here highness, that will make you a temporary member of the Charite`s staff. That should bind you sufficiently to this place."
"Yes, it will. So who are these "patients" around us?"
"Lots of veterans from the Skavenblight campaigns, they had to amputate a lot there. Quite a few people with terminal illnesses that we cannot treat in time who think an untested treatment is their only chance."
"And what do you think Ralf Winkler?"
"Whoever heals is right your highness, that is what I think."
"Let us see then, I have never tried this with humans."
The corridors were filled with screams of anxiety and pain soon thereafter and the former medic blanched. He went to the first room to find three men that swore, screamed and watched their arms with a mixture of fear and wonder. You do not see lower arms grow from a stump by a centimeter every minute often. And accelerated growth pains can be a bitch.
Ralf had his hand full, as did every other member of the Charite`, for the next hour. When he was able to make his way back into the room that held the demi-goddess he found her pale and drawn.
"So I think it went well Ralf Winkler?"
"It is a miracle."
"That's what we do, miracles. But only one at a time. So do you think this is the restitution that your government demanded?"
"I cannot speak for my government, but I know that you have just healed a great lot of people."
"Report this then."
"That I will."
Ariel was on her way back to Athel Loren within the day. She spent the time in "Enterprise`s" cargo room holding the urn with her husband`s ashes in her lap.
Talabheim, the Empire, Bezahltag 29th Erntezeit
Even a person as unflappable as Ottokar Proktor could feel amazement after five years in the new world. Just this year he had parleyed with a demi-goddess in Athel Loren, gone on a mission his superiors tried to ignore as far as possible and then returned to a halfway "normal" Germany. Now he was in the fantasy version of Germany that currently was industrializing at warp speed, having finally concluding a treaty with beings out of a horror movie.
Only here, only here is something along these lines possible.
The successful conclusion of the negotiations left Ottokar with a bit of spare time before returning home, so he used it for a sightseeing trip through Talabheim, one of the Empire`s most important cities.
While he truly liked the city and had already filled 2 SD-cards with photos and movies, his brain still went over the treaty once again. Only after that, he could enjoy his little holiday fully.
As so many persons working in the grey area of the secret services, Ottokar loved conspiracies - as long as they were HIS conspiracies, not those of opposing forces.
One faction, if you could call such a loose, divided group, were the Vampires. Many regions of the Warhammer world had bled in the wars against them. A massive gathering of all bloodlines was not in the cards at the moment, thank God, but there was what Ottokar called himself the "Lamian problem".
If the books Germany had were to be believed - and in part the German secret services and police had gathered hints into this direction - the Lamia bloodline was a networked conspiracy, stretching more or less dense across the Old World, even beyond that. If they were successful, their Queen might be able to gather a worrisome force.
This had to be stopped before it could happen. And Ottokar Proktor knew a classic strategy would be useful. Divide et impera, divide and rule.
The von Carsteins and the Lamias were too competitive to form an alliance without very good reasons. That was a definite plus with the two bloodlines being the most political powerful of all Vampire lines.
The biggest trump humanity had was the fact that the core territories of the von Carstein vampires were having a big upswing in everything. Oil and gas at the forefront were landing riches in the coffers of Sylvania.
As one could easily see the von Carsteins had no wish to change this profitable situation. Their line was profiting too much.
Even better was that the Imperial Lamias were benefitting from the general upswing of the food and economic situation in the Empire as well. If handled carefully, humanity could keep the two most powerful bloodlines divided, in part internally as well.
So the Treaty of Talabheim was made after negotiations between Germany, the Empire and representatives of the main Vampire bloodlines in both nations.
In many ways, it was a straightforward treaty. General rules of behavior between humans and vampires, especially accounting for the rather... peculiar... appetites of the bloodsuckers.
Manfred von Carstein insisted on a guarantee that his province would not be left out by the industry planning of the Imperial government, but had in reciprocity reaffirmed his allegiance to Altdorf.
The Lamias in the region of Germany and the Empire stayed hidden, but sent three representatives willing to lift their camouflage. In one case this was not needed as Genevieve Dieudonne was certainly the most well-known Lamia in the Empire.
The treaty stipulations for the Lamias were nearly the same as for the von Carsteins, but differed in that the Lamias had to either break off contact with the Lamia stronghold in the World´s Edge Mountains or agree to send "beautified" reports back.
Rather different articles were made for the Necrarch line. The Necrarchs had few interests in the normal world, they were absorbed by their magical research. The agreement boiled down to a "Don´t annoy us, we don´t annoy you" stance. A regulated limited exchange of knowledge and research findings was part of the treaty as well. Not only to learn what the Necrarch were up to, but to derail the vampires research into truly "problematic" fields. The Necrarch as scholars were simply too curious about new results and so could definitely be distracted onto research potentially less dangerous. Besides, the Necrarch might have some findings interesting even for mortals.
Zacharias, the First among W´soran´s descendants, signed without batting an eye. Ottokar Proktor was already a venerable retiree when the Necrarch sent six of their constructs to help stop a Chaos incursion, because "the idiotic clay of creation disrupts our research most irritatingly."
The Blood Dragon´s part of the agreement was another matter. The Bloodline got an "Open Road" stipulation for travelling through Germany and the Empire, but without the right of battle. Only if properly challenged from another party the Blood Dragons were allowed to fight. If they wanted to fight for Germany there were units like the Foreign Legion, who would bring them to "the thick of it".
There were other articles covering typical situations for all Bloodlines. The only major bloodline not included were the Strigoi, mainly for lack of a negotiator with enough mental faculties on the bloodlines side.
Lothern, Ulthuan, same time
Teclis took his while to emerge from his meditations. He had sent his mind to look at places that he would not dare to send his body and had managed to gather enough intelligence so that he could make sense of the various reports that had reached him during the last months.
As nobody was around to watch him he allowed himself to wince when joints protested at having to move after staying locked for many hours. He breathed deliberately through his nose to avoid coughing from his dried throat until he had poured himself a wine from a decanter. The second glass of wine steadied himself enough to make his way from his focus room.
He was about to leave for his bedchambers when he remembered one of his duties that would be too dangerous to delegate. He had inherited it from his predecessor and it was one of the less unpleasant ones. Taking up a watering can he made his way to another chamber that was lit by a crystal window set in the ceiling. Nothing much was in the room but for a circle of warding that held a small pot in its middle. A pot with a small branch that held a few leaves and acorns. A light spot in the bark at the bottom indicated where a cutting had been made relatively recently.
Making his way inside the ward and watering the plant carefully Teclis mused that it had been a good plan that would have worked against most forces in this world. He had still not learned about all the powers the Germans commanded and that had nearly bitten him. Thank Isha that the old General had the decency to die before he could be interrogated. Teclis was pretty sure that Moravel had not recognized him in their few meetings, yet he had been equally sure that the Germans would never trace the intrigue back to Ulthuan.
It would have been a good thing, the Druchii reduced or even destroyed as a player and the Germans busy and looking for allies. Well at least the Germans had not made an issue of it and the Phoenix Throne would not dig too deeply into who the Druchii brigands really were.
Well, too bad but he had other plans that would work better.
300 kilometers from the Hsien Iron Mines, Sigmarstag 7. Brauzeit
Hartmut Klawitter liked what he felt but hated what he saw. He felt the two Wyrm scales that hung under his protective gear. They chafed a little, especially against the scars that had been branded into his skin with the Wyrm`s acid blood. While the scar and the scales did not look like much they had done marvels for his standing with the Druchii.
Even through the thick overall he could feel Yerena squirm a bit in the saddle and she had every right to do so as her backside held some impressive welts. What had possessed her to propose that stupid wager he could not say, even if the Bertwort she had been chewing at that time might have played a role. That she had gone through with it when she lost had been the real surprise. The ancients had gotten it right: It is much better to give than to take, at least sometimes.
Yet what he saw made the German Dragon Rider forget about the nice things in life. The plain below him was covered with Hobgoblins, Hobgoblin wolves, Hobgoblin tents and Hobgoblin herds.
When he brought the video back to the Wild Geese a better estimate might be made, but to his experienced eye this looked like more than 200000 Hobgoblin warriors. They were on the march-of course they were. If they would stay at any place for more than a day or two they would consume any potable water and their herd anything remotely green.
So this was where the Hobgoblin forces that had laid siege to Hsien Iron Mines had gone, they had joined the "Great Horde".
The goal of the Hobgoblin march could not be clearer; they were making for Weijin, the Cathay capital.
This had not been unexpected, yet the Heaven's Thorne`s army was still getting to grips with it. Nobody wanted to station the army too close to the Horde where it could not be supplied from the surrounding countryside. And even if they could have put the army closer to the iron mines the enemy was so much more mobile and might evade them. So they had to be close to the likely target to react in time. Yet that meant that the Horde might enter the plain around Weijin, the fertile plain that yielded so much of the rice that kept the Dan fed and that would not do at all.
So the Wild Geese had been asked to stop or at least slow the Horde down. And while Hartmut knew very well what the mercenaries could do he could not imagine a way how they might accomplish that. Well, he would bring the video back to headquarters and his job would be done for now.
MAN Aero Engineering, Erding
Drumin Hradlafson was swinging his hammer in ways that no Dawi had ever tried before. He was clad in one of the German suits of armor that actually enhanced the strength of the wearer. His had been specially made and included very heavy-duty cooling which was the only thing that stood between him and death.
The block that he had applied his hammer to during the last weeks was of a material that had never been touched by a Dwarven runesmith and it was forged in ways never used before.
A dot in his visor indicated where a high-powered laser heated the block before him to the point where he could work on it.
The hammer he had inherited so long ago felt strange through the glove, yet there was no way to grip it with his bare hands.
For all of that the work remained the same-the hammer and his mind worked on the material before him. He did not have to hammer out any impurities or achieve better crystals, the Germans had done that to him.
He had to make sure the rune was cut in the right way and the material around it properly shaped. It had taken him the usual time to gain the peace of mind necessary to finish the rune and his hammer clanged on the block since two hours. Normally he would take a rest now, but not today as after weeks of hard work things were coming together. He cut the last line of a rune of fire. It would gain the energies from the Realm of the Gods and heat up the block to the limits of its capabilities. He had cut several runes into stainless steel blocks for the Germans before, two of which were in orbit now. This one would be different.
Even in his suit he felt the heat wave that arose when the rune was finished. The block took a while to gain the orange sheen that indicated it had reached the highest temperature it could reach before it lost its crystal structure.
And for this tungsten alloy block that was more than 3000 degree, which allowed it to provide a lot of power if properly harnessed. The Germans knew how to do that and had promised to teach him the ways to do so.
Nanjiang, Bäckertag, 26. Brauzeit
Najiang was a typical Cathay city-huge, crowded even by Imperial standards and with fine villas rather close to the most ramshackle of Hutongs. The city had been the Cathay capital once, before the northern Barbarians had taken over and moved to Weijin. Even when this had happened hundreds of years before the citizens of Najiang had always believed themselves more cultured and more refined that the uncultured newcomers in the north.
The city had had so many well-preserved little gardens, temples to dynasties whose origins were hopelessly forgotten and many places where art and beauty had been kept for centuries.
Just that Nanjiang no longer had these. The gardens were overtaken by weeds and rot, the temples crumbled and the art destroyed by mold and accelerated ageing. Its citizens no longer were no longer living examples of Cathay beauty and elegant clothing but disease-ridden and swathed in rags.
Li Hong liked it much better that way.
The governor`s palace had been a cross between an elegant dwelling, a museum and a fortress, not it looked ready to drop at a sneeze. Just that it would not drop at a sneeze, it was actually more resistant against attacks that ever before like anything that really basked in Grandpa Nurgle`s blessing.
And when Li Hong took residence in the palace the place had received the blessings for sure.
The room for the meeting had been airy, fill of delicate furniture and the walls hung with calligraphy. Now cobwebs filled the window`s frames, the red wood of paneling being a battleground for the black spots of rot and the sickly green of mold.
The humans that sat around the table were all afflicted by sickness in many ways. Boils, the white eyeballs of blindness, weeping sores and hunchbacks could be seen and yet all were able to follow their leader.
"We hereby open the regular meeting of the Committee on Public Safety. Representative Song, what is the news from Nanjiang?"
"The oppressed masses of Nanjiang have revolted against their rulers when they learned that these would not and could not help them. Aided by the teachers of the way they have stormed the palaces and prisons, freed those held in tyranny and punished those who held them in chains. The City soldiers have succumbed to the disease or have sought the way despite the wishes of their old rulers. The Dan have suffered badly by this as they were the last to understand the truth of the way and many succumbed to the epidemics before they understood the truth. Many…"
"Representative Song, allow me to correct you in two small matters that are dear to my heart. There is no epidemic, there is a blessing. And there are no Dan or Myo or other in Nanjiang or in the area we have enlighted in the way. There are only those who accept the way and the blessing and the dead."
"Yes First Representative, I understand and will comply immediately."
"Nothing happened Representative Song. So we are to understand there is no more resistance to the way?"
"There is the Monastery of the Dragon, they have not yet understood the way. Yet inside the city proper or the surrounding country all have accepted the way."
"That is very well. Please see to it that the equipment of the City Guard is distributed to the heroes of the self-defense force. Draw up a plan to lay siege to the Monastery."
"Yes first Representative. There is one more thing."
"Yes?"
"Very soon the annual travels of the Myo to their work in the harvest season begins. Could you show us a way to have our teachers hide their blessings, at least for a while? The Dan who want to hire the seasonal workers have not yet understood the way, so our teachers can distribute the blessing better."
"That is a worthy suggestion Representative Long."
Ulm Minter, Ulm, Germany
The Minter in Ulm, one of the largest Protestant and highest Church in two worlds was a fitting frame for the discussions taking place in it. Its position in the pre-dominant Catholic South it had been a good meeting place for the leadership of both Protestants and Catholics.
After nearly six years on Warhammer the Christian Churches were still struggling with many problems. On one hand, the services had more attendants than before the Weltensprung and the various church activities had lots of new participants. This was to be expected in a time of uncertainty and strife. On the other, Warhammer religions, to the horror of the highest church officials, were gaining ground in Germany.
Having priests and priestesses who could pray for help and wonders to their Gods with alarming success rates were a problem not easily overcome. True, there had been incidents where it was believed God had shown his hand, like after the victory at Hag Graef, but to this day no member of the Catholic or Protestant Church could pray to the Lord and expect to receive an answer.
This problem had been so disturbing that it was decided to secretly consult sorcerers and even open-minded priests of the Warhammer pantheon. The result of these consultations were optimistic, but for long term. On Warhammer the border to the Beyond was very thin, thus should the Lord decide to listen to the prayers more often he would hear them better.
The problem and thus the reason for the meeting was how to deal with all in the meantime. More than one priest had told the bishops that the more really faithful followers a religion had, the easier was it for a prayer to traverse the Warp to the realm of the Gods.
If that was true, then Christianity would certainly prevail. There were millions of followers in Germany, so it was only a question of time. The problem was more that religions like Sigmar´s cult had a large following as well and had been here for a long time.
Among the Armed Forces, especially the veterans of Skavenblight, Sigmar, Myrmidia and to a certain extend Ulric were steadily gaining followers. Shallya and Verena were gaining footholds in university cities and towns with hospitals. Other Gods, like Morr, Rhya and Thaal seemed to be mainly concentrated among the immigrants from the Empire. Ranald to the surprise of many, was rather popular among bankers. There was a shrine dedicated to him in the Frankfurt Stock exchange.
But a bugbear for the bishops of Cologne and Mainz was that Ranald had become an important patron of the Carnival festivities in Germany. Thankfully just for Carnival season, but still...
The worship of the Nipponese Gods seemed to stay within their community. While some shrines were erected in Germany outside Nanseitoshi, it was mainly for Nipponese being there and converts were rare.
At least, it was no real issue yet. While the Warhammer religions were gaining followers, even their combined numbers were well below the Catholics and Protestants. But the situation needed attention, since the numbers of converts was not slowing down.
So one result of the meeting in Ulm was a closing of the ranks of Christianity. One had to make an additional step into the direction of the flock and their problems. This was a lot easier with the new Pope Karl. Last year, in 2016, the Catholic Church could no longer ignore the new realities. A return to Earth was not an option. The Warhammer Catholics needed their own Pope, so the bishops and cardinals of Germany elected one of their own. Karl Lehmann, once bishop of Mainz and head of all German bishops became the first Pope of the Warhammer world. Due to his age, it was a clear sign that he was elected for his great deeds for the Catholic Church and "placeholder" until a younger bishop would take the reins in a few years.
Some results were a loosening of celibacy for the catholic priests, a stronger eye on ecumenism between Protestants and Catholics and several heavily discussed topics were put on the agenda to be solved as soon as possible.
While the Old Guard had serious problems with the results of the meeting in Ulm, it was clear that the Catholic and Protestant Churches of Germany needed closer contact with the base and considering the "opposition", needed to face them together.
One problem even Ulm had not found a real solution for was the issue of the Skaven. Due to the events of the Skaven War with the destruction of the Horned Rat, a number of Skaven PoWs had turned to Christianity. And more, they had successfully proselytized others. Now a minority of the Skaven, if a rather numerous one, were Christians.
The Churches were not completely sure yet whether a Skaven had a soul and they tended to upset any congregation they visited.
As Skaven were, not surprisingly, loathed across the Old World, including Germany, it was a difficult problem.
Germany, Königstag 3. Kaldezeit
Aeolus had promised to take her to another "Place of Power" and she had been properly intrigued by that after having been to the Extern Stones. While it was an unpleasant one her duty was now to understand the Germans and their country better. Aeolus had volunteered to help and she suspected that he was a better guide for her than a German as he had to make the same discoveries than her during the last years. What would not be worth mentioning for a local was an important issue to understand for both Asur and Asrai. And as the newest ambassador to Germany Silva had to understand this country and its people whether she wanted it or not.
This "Place of Power" was not a glade filled with the wonders of life but a dead heap of stone as could be expected here. Yet even she had to concede that this was an impressive heap of stones. It was not much when viewed from the Empyrean despite being heavily warded but the walls also contained a lot of residual emotions.
The crystal dome on top of the edifice was most impressive, a huge device that allowed her to ascend to its top in several spirals. The center of the dome was a column that reflected the light in near-magical ways. Below her many humans sat in concentric rows and listened to a speaker on a podium.
"So this is your "Place of Power" Aeolus? I fail to sense it."
"Because you look for the wrong kind of power Silva. This is not a place where complicated magic is wrought or mighty weapons forged. This is a place where the elected representatives of Germany meet and discuss the laws that govern the Germans and how they spend the taxes they collect.
No German Chancellor can rule without their vote and no German army will march without their consent.
This is indeed a place of great power and you will have to learn how to work with the people in it.
Welcome to the Reichstag Silva."
His hand touched hers at the galleries railing. That might have been accident, yet that she did not move away was not.
Kibao plain, Cathay, at night
The reverie inside the tent was still ongoing, but even the mighty Hobgobla Khan had to relieve himself sooner or later. And as the Kumis and wine were flowing freely it was rather sooner than later. The Khan had conducted his business on a piece of ground not far from his tents. The horde would be gone tomorrow, so it was allowed.
Finding the comparatively clean air agreeable to his murky head he decided to stay a bit longer and climbed the small tower his slaves erected at every stop of the march so he could see his army. And they had to build him a high tower these days as he had amassed a horde that had not been seen for a long time.
The plain all around him was lit by thousands of fires. Their flickering lights shone on Wolf Raiders, on Warriors, Ravagers and Giants. The tents of the Shamans gave off lights of their own and when he strained his eyes he could see where the War Machines were maintained after a day`s march.
It was a good army, mobile and hard-hitting. If one discounted the debacle at the Hsien Mines this had been a good campaign, one of the best. He had been able to breech the Great Wall early when one of his probes revealed a weakness and his warriors were scrounging the countryside ever since.
The early successes had fed the expectations the Hobgoblins had for this campaign and now the voices that insinuated that Weijin would be easy rose from drunken dream to undeniable demand. And maybe he was really the Khan that would throw down the humans in Cathay and make it a grazing ground for the Hobgoblin clans.
Yet first there was tomorrow`s battle to run and that would be a nasty one. The strange mercenaries in the human`s employ were in the way of his horde. They occupied a pass that he had to go through and would probably kill many. His Shamans had promised him many distractions and some alleged that they could destroy them on their own, yet the Hobgobla Khan suspected that this would be much smoke and little fire. In the end it would come down to a charge by the Wolf Raiders that would simply accept the losses and ride right over the pointed ears and their wonder thundersticks.
He mused again which clans would get the honor of riding in the front ranks. There were a few which were plotting against him more than usual. It would be a shame to let a good massacre go to waste…
The ground below Ivil Bloodcrest was damp and stank of bison urine and feces. He had slathered some of the latter on his clothing so the animals would not take notice of his passing. Even his fine ears had a hard time hearing anything beyond the breath of thousands of mighty grazers, the clomping of their feet and the sounds of had to rely on his well-developed night vision to keep track of the few guards that were around at night. The bison`s sounds masked the Night Shift`s activities that happened behind him. They did their best to loosen the stakes hammered into the ground silently. By the standards of the assassin`s teachers they were still clumsy, yet it was most unlikely they would be heard above the bison`s sounds. And by any other standard than the ones of Khaine`s temple the Wild Geese`s special forces company was very stealthy indeed.
While they would not be heard it was equally unlikely that they would be missed by the two guards that came down the path on which Ivil waited. They were expected as they made their rounds every hour or so when Ivil had observed the camp during the last days. He pulled his trusty repeating crossbow against his shoulder, looked through the very slightly glowing sights provided by the Germans and loosened the first bolt. It caught the first guard in his chest and penetrated the boiled-leather armor with ease. The good shot placement would have meant a quick death already, yet the poison that the Druchii assassin had coated the bolt with accelerated it and made it soundless. Before the Hobgoblin had hit the ground the second bolt had claimed his companion. The projectile had entered through the eye this time and the Dark Elf reminded himself not to show off.
The assassin rose to a crouch and waddled forward in something that looked awkward but was both fast and soundless. He had to kill another pair of guards before he reached the end of the corral.
And then he waited.
First the Druchii and the human of his team arrived, then nothing. More nothing but the sounds of the bison and the far-off Hobgoblin camp.
Then the clicks started. The clicks that just appeared in his ear via wireless and whom he had to count carefully as they held meaning in their pulse.
Nearly all was well-one team like his had not been able to make it. Whatever happened to it he could not say and he tried to build a mental map of the ops. Their failure would probably not been critical. The delay in timing and the risks of traversing the fields were higher than getting there and trying to do the job himself.
So finally he got hold of his own set and started to push the button in a well-memorized pattern.
It took a minute before the charges went off at the far end of the corrals. Nothing too destructive, even when a couple of Hobgoblin guards would have argued otherwise. Instead they were loud and accompanied by mighty flashes. Then there were more of them, even louder and closer.
Great heads lifted and noses sniffed the wind that suddenly carried the smell of blood. Night adapted eyes were assaulted by sun-bright flashes and sleeping beings woken with a start by inexplicable noise.
And then it started. Like an avalanche only a few moved at first and their brays did not carry far, but it was taken up. Then more of them and then more.
The killing wave formed after less than a minute and when Ivil saw it he gave a grin that would have frightened even the members of his own Night Shift.
The Hobgoblins were not riding Horses like the races that did not dare to ride a real beast of war. They rode on huge wolves, animals so strong and dangerous that they were a force of their own. They installed fear in their enemies and attacked them as ferociously as their riders, their ability to traverse difficult terrain was nearly unmatched. Yet they could not eat grass and while the Hobgoblins gladly fed them the bodies of their perished enemies that would never suffice.
So any Hobgoblin horde worthy of that name was accompanied by a huge herd of bison. The huge, hardy animals were content with the stringy grasses that grew on the prairie or the meager plant life of the tundra. They could march with the horde and were docile enough when kept by well-trained tamers and properly fenced in once the camp was struck.
Tamers that lay motionless on the ground and stakes that were removed so they were no longer a barrier to the bison. So they were free to move, free to bray their distress and free to form a thundering mass that trampled all in its way.
On a different world in a different universe there was a word for such a thing: Stampede.
Dragon, 350 meters above the Hobgoblin camp
Hartmut Klawitter saw it forming in his Night Vision Device. At first there were the many red dots that were the bison started to move at the far end of the corral. The dots had closed together and started to move faster and faster. The unmoving dots before them drew together as well and started to accelerate to form the new front of the wave that would plow everything under it.
Just that it started to run in the wrong direction. If left unchecked the majority of the bison would pass by the Hobgoblins camp and that would not do.
"Judge one, this is Flyboy one. I need a fire mission at coordinates…"
"Flyboy one, this is Judge one, acknowledged. Correct as necessary."
It did not take long for the flashes to show up in Hartmut`s NVG and they were roughly where he needed them. He corrected a bit, but that was mostly habit, precision was not an issue today.
And the red dots were indeed moving away from the explosions and now held a course that would put them right through the Hobgoblin camp.
Hartmut Klawitter was not sure if it had ever been done before on earth, but on the Warhammer World this was surely the first herd driven by 120 mm mortar.
