Chapter 19 "The Rebels' Battle"

The rebels were clad in miscellaneous armor and leather patched uniforms, many of them wore headbands with a red circle emblem in the middle with a black streak across it, signifying they were against the red streak army, as Blake's units were known as.

They had very few guns, because Blake was the one who introduced them to this world in the first place.

They were very passionate and each person there knew they may as well be walking off a cliff, with Blake's army so much more organized then they were.

In the front there was the rebel leader, prepared to fight.

They were very messy on the ranks, not well placed and looked very much like a mob rather then an army.

Torches and lanterns swung over on polls while most of them had scrap-metal swords and dull daggers and knives.

The ones with shields were unwisely put in the second row where they should be out in front for this situation.

But this was a group of freedom fighters who had no superior knowledge of wars as Blake had.

In fact, this world was so young and unpopulated this was probably the first war there, ever.

Before this time nobody had need of more land because of the vast amount, but Blake had changed all of that.

The rebel leader was a young fox, tan in color with many cuts across his arms.

He was wielding a pistol and a long sword similar to Blake's, only crafted very differently, while Blake's was very elegant this general's sword was very blunt, slow but effective.

"General Alex sir, the men are restless and eager, when should we press on?" one of the rebels asked.

This General was very impatient himself, his name was Alex, and he was a fox wearing jeans and a dark blue uniform, fancy for a freedom fighter.

A belt with weapons among them around his waist, and a fire in his heart.

A teenager oddly enough, most of the adults were recruited by Blake so the army was very young.

Alex wanted nothing more then to save this world from the oppression it was under.

But he knew sadly that his father may well be on the opposing side and he wouldn't even know his son had been with the resistance.

The resistance naturally couldn't even tell their own family, or those of them that still had family after the raids.

It was bitter and nasty business being a rebel, despite that the fighters were passionate and young at heart, very loyal and very steadfast.

All unknowing of battles, but wanting to stop Blake's rule.

Alex stepped in front of the ranks; all were cheering and calling out his name royally.

"We have all lived in turmoil men! No more! Today's the day the battle is won! We are the fighters of freedom! We are the county of peace! We are the brave! We are the strong!" Alex said brilliantly. "I will not lie to you, many will not make it today, we are outnumbered by only a few, but we are very uneducated of war. But I tell you this, no knowledge or sharpness of the sword can lay our hearts in the fire! Nothing they know can match the courage of our hearts! Today is the day the dictator is dethroned! Let us make the legend of The Great Warrior insignificant of the damage we will do to him! Let us show what we are made of! Let us take back what is ours!"

A bellowing roar of excitement was ruled through the men's faces, the morel boost was intoxicating.

Then they started marching, people in the back playing drums, but though their expressions showed no fear they all had heavy hearts and were terrified.

They stood loyal and noble and were ready to die for their world.

The battle field was smooth and flat.

Blake's army would be the defensive army, while the Rebels were offensive.

It would be close at any accord, though Blake had the advantage of being more tactical; to face the facts, Blake was a genus at battle warfare and strategy.

And then they saw them…each army met the other with a distance between them both, Alex in the front, and Blake upon his rock.

"Can we use a more diplomatic approach commander?" one of Blake's men asked.

This was Alec, a close member of Blake's brigade.

"I promised my men their pound of flesh, the Rebels had their chance." Blake said. "Now get back in the line!"

Blake came to the top of the rock, looking to the other side which was about half a mile away.

There was victory in his eyes; they didn't stand a chance in his mind.

There was a thundering noise to the air; the soldiers of Blake's army were currently silent while the rebels were screaming in ready.

"Alright men!" Alex said. "TAKE HEART MEN! FOR WHAT YOU FIGHT FOR IS BETTER THEN ANYTHING BLAKE CAN TAKE AWAY! YOUR COURAGE! GAAAAAA!!!!"

The men continued his call, and all sounded off.

With that, Alex raced on to the battle field with his entire army behind him, ten thousand men ran into war.

End chapter