This it the big Chapter 30 this ones going to be a big one (The series of chapters fitting into this section of the story) so I'm forewarning you, plus as a little bit I figured I would give you a little fact on how I write and where I get my inspiration for my chapters, well I listen to music while I write, so the chapter tends to reflect the kind of music I'm listening to, really helps keep writers block away. (Also the two world wars are going to each be twenty chapters in there own to reflect how I feel they impacted real history, along with how they will effect this reality.)
Chapter 30: The Great War Part 2
The Grand Alliance moved from their trenches, Their forces realtivly intact, Triestan had to use a stick to keep himself up these new weapons were devastating even to the countries, "Ha, I wouldn't be surprised if soon the humans made a country killer." He laughed to himself at the morbid joke. Ludwig and Gilbert directed their troops move forward towards the French boarder ready to push in and take land that was once their allies, Burgundy.
Arthur and Francis had scowls on their faces as they ran back to French lands, "Damn it Francis you didn't send forward scouts to tell us how heavily defended they were?" Francis didn't respond and kept running. A few seconds latter they heard something and they both stopped and turned around to see the ground shaking as the Byzantine and German troops marched on them actually keeping pace with them, catching up with them. Arthur cursed and Francis gapped, the two didn't actually turn back around to keep running untell one of them shot at them and the bullet went between their heads.
The Counter attacking force wanted to keep up with their enemies not wanting them to be able to dig in and get the upper hand on them. Triestan was hobbling as fast as he could at the back of the army shoving people who tried to help him, "I'm good I will make it with out your help!" He was managing but barely. The city they wanted to get to was just a few miles away after running after their enemy for a few hours they could see the city in sight with the two Countries just reaching inside of it. They had made it to Dijon.
Arthur and Francis had to quickly maneuver their men into the city if they wanted any advantage over the now numerically superior enemies they faced. Arthur moved his men into a defensive position guarding the tallest building and having part of his troops defend the streets leading to the city hall. Francis took up several small buildings in the front of the city while leaving some troops along side Arthur's to defend the city hall.
(Note I know nothing of the geography or the layout of the city of Dijon so Excuess my lack of accuracy please. Also I know nothing of the Geography of Europe apart from where the seas and mountains, along with some of the forests are.)
The Grand Alliance's army stood atop the hill over looking Dijon, Triestan managed to heave his way to the front still a little injured in the leg but with the Nations super healing abilities they it healed quite fast in comparision to another mans. "Hand me the Binoculars." Ludwig handed it to him and he looked threw them, "Hmmm… Interesting they have set themselves up in that city, very tightly for the amount of time we allotted to them. I suggest shelling the place." Some of the troops looked at him cock-eyed, "Sir wouldn't we be killing innocents?" One of the privates said, "Casualties of war, it happens a lot I've done some sick things in war kid, I suggest that you keep your wits about you, because killing innocents is going to happen." The private lowered his head. The artillery positions moved up to firing range on top of the hill, "On my mark men! Get aimed on their positions! FIRE!" The artilleries song rang out from the hill as the giant weapons unloaded on their targets. The shells flying in destroying homes ravaging troops and leaving huge craters in the streets. "Welcome to war." Was all Triestan could say to himself.
The Troops inside the city were screaming along side the people that inhabited it as the artillery ripped buildings asunder along with tear humans apart. The men inside the city tried their hardest to avoid the shelling, but the buildings they used as cover would only do so much to defend them. The Building Arthur was in got hit on his floor causing him to fly into some metal debrie impaling him on it, "FUCK!" He coughed up blood as he screamed in pain, his breathing slowing as he passed out from pain. Francis had come out of his building and was knocked back inside from a shell. The celling of the building he was in began to crumble and came down on him crushing his body.
The Grand Alliance's army stood atop the hill and servayed the destruction, Triestan called out and said, "Halt firing! We are moving into finish them off." The artillery finished after one finally barrage, the troops moved down to the city finishing off any enemies who didn't comply with surrender, and finding Arthur goared into a metal pipe and Francis crushed under the rubble, It was brutal sight as limbs were lying all over the streets many citizens panicing and holding on to living family memebers. The Three nations that were their occupied the cities hall and captured Dijon and were ready to move forward deeper into French land. Triestan, Ludwig and Gilbert raised the flag of the Alliance high in the building as they prepared for the inevitable counter attack digging trenches.