Augustus was unfazed by her fire breath, he knows his will most likely have the same effect, choosing instead to dive and climb, using gravity to his advantage and cut off her wings. She notices this and dives to avoid him, going deep into the clouds and as they appeared on its top, hundreds of American Boeing B-52 Stratofortress with Russian Tupolev Tu-160 Blackjacks were flying in formation escorted by F-22 Raptors and Sukhoi Su-27 Flankers was buzzed, the massive aircrafts looked like miniature toys to the two giants fighting.
“MURDOCK TWO! MURDOCK TWO! CLIMB! CLIMB! CLIMB!”
Pilots of the aircrafts frantically yaw to the left and right, avoiding the two as they fought on. One of the B-52s was unable to maneuver in time, its Pilots panic trying to yaw the aircraft to the left.
“WE WON’T MAKE IT! WE WON’T MAKE IT! AAAAA-!”
Its large right wing hit Augustus in the head, his reaction was as if a fly hit him in his cheeks, merely shrugging off the 56 Meter long wingspan of the bomber. The damaged B-52 started spinning violently as it performed a Graveyard Spiral to the ground. Bahamut on the other hand was actively avoiding the jets and aircrafts. Augustus takes advantage of this and grabs her neck with his claws. The jets yaw and roll, going around the two mighty beasts duking it all out.
Down below, the main force starts forming a line parallel to the main gate, stopping the enemy army from advancing any further. Paul was severely wounded, internal bleeding is slowly taking his performance. Looking back to see if anyone was coming to help, he instead is blinded by a Red Flare. Knowing that this is a call for Broken Arrow, he throws his Longsword at the Vampire like a Spear, caught off guard by the move, she grabs it while he faces his kite shield upwards and casts Gravity Well and Walls of Chevaliers. He’s basically attached to the ground with a personal shield surrounding him.
She realizes something was wrong and looks at the sky just for her to see it blackened by 500 Pound Mark 82 bombs mixed with KAB-500Ls dropped from B-52s and Tu-160s. The immense overwhelming firepower caught the enemy by surprise, the trail of explosions made a path of absolute destruction from the horizon to nearly 200 meters of the main gate of Kingsland.
“GOOD JOB GODHAND! BDA IS SEVENTY FIVE PERCENT OR MORE!”
“Good copy Moonray, we’ll egress to the West and RTB.”
“ХОРОШЕЕ ШОУ! You do the rest comrade Moonray! Watch out, we just encountered two giant Dragons fighting. Над.”
“Roger that, safe flight home to all of you. We all owe you one.”
Battered, bleeding and tired. Paul emerges from the ground, like an undead human reanimating back to life, he reaches out his left hand to touch the soil above that has buried him. After finding it wasn’t that deep, he lifts his torso up and sees the devastation. What remains of his tank was now just some bits and pieces of scrap metal, parts of humans and creatures scattered everywhere as far as the eye can see. While those not directly affected by the blast were burnt to crisp, the shiny armor of the Holy Knights still gleaming and steaming hot from the heat. Its wearer toasted inside.
After making sure the Vampire was no longer there, he rejoices.
“HA! FUCK YOUUUU! I SURVIVED YOU BITCHAS-” A sudden pain runs through his ribs and to his spine, he looks down to check his chest and sees that a fist has punched him. Though his armor didn’t bend, the shock from the powerful punch seeped through his veins, worsening the Internal Bleeding he’s already fighting against. He wants to fight back, but not one part of his body except his free right hand was still working. The sheer amount of hurt he should’ve felt came, screaming from the top of his voice from the pain.
“Ara, you celebrate too early. If you don’t see a corpse, it’s better to think that person’s still alive, am I correct?”
Panicking, he materializes a Flask full of Green Liquid to his right arm. He could barely make it reach his helmet’s eye slits when he felt fingers unbuckling his right hand Eldritch Steel Gloves. Bending down like she was gonna take off a Dogs collar, the Vampire smiled with intent as she removed the last straps.
“N-no! NO!” He flails miserably, trying to free himself to no effect, her grip was insanely strong.
“Now, let’s see how the Agent of Death will bleed.” A dastardly smirk is on the Vampires face as his dark armored glove hits the ground, though still visibly trying to drink the liquid, he couldn’t do anything and awaits for the pain of his hand getting cut.
“Halt.” The Vampire suddenly stops, unable to move her claws. He could still feel her trying her best to slice his hand off but whatever power was compelling her is so strong that she couldn’t do anything.
“Release that man.” Just like that, she lets go of her grip and Paul immediately drinks the flask, slowly healing himself. He tries to stand up, but could only go as far as crouching. Using his Longsword as a clutch he once again tries to stand unsuccessfully.
Out of nowhere, a woman with large bat-like wings lands behind him. The only thing he was thinking about was “Holy shit, there’s another one.” over and over again, contemplating how bad he’s had it. Looking up at the skies as if to ask God why him?
The tall woman with a blood red dress suddenly touches his left shoulder. He looked up and could see it was Alana bending over his head, her long black hair blocking the bright Sun’s rays as its length covered his upper torso, his body completely engulfed by her petite shadow.
“Holy… you know… you scared the living daylights outta’ me?” as he grasps for air.
“I know.” Her hand slowly reaches at his cheek, she casts Vampiric Regeneration. Accelerating his Healing Potions effects.
“You cheeky woman… thank you though. I owe you one.” He opens his palm, inviting her for a clap.
“Just sit down, I’ll take care of this hag.” She claps his hands and stands straight up her right hand on her hip, like a new boxer has entered the ring.
“Yea, I’m out of the fight.” He plops down, resting his body from the tiring fight.
The Countess crunches her fits, and her hands open like a Tigers claw about to pounce on a prey.
“I-impossible! Lady Minuit!” The two beautiful Vampires stare at one another, with Alana’s eyes ripe with the intent to kill. Gunshots and fighting continues behind them, inside and outside of Kingsland, as the remaining Knights perform a last ditch attack.
“For defeating my Lord, I shall give thou the opportunity to name thyself to me. I’ve released thee from mine’s authority.” Her posture was completely different, intimidatingly beautiful and her aura smelt of death and elegance. The other Vampire didn’t try anything and merely bowed appropriately like a Noblewoman meeting another. Elegantly showing her Black Dress and Tiara, Paul notices her Silver white hair, something he’d never seen before and an amazing petite body that was on par with Alana’s.
“Marquess Samantha Louis the Fourth of House Charlemagne. The Lady of Black, the Silver beauty of the Dance Floor.”
“Countess Alana le Minuit of Manor Chaîne de Montagnes. Queen of the Night, Lord of the Sixth and Ninth Realm of the Vampire Kingdom, Herald of the Purebred lineage. Any last doubts or questions before I cut thou open?”
“I do, Countess.”
“Speak.” Alana’s tone was condescending, Paul felt as if she was talking to someone below even the status of slave. Samantha’s voice on the other hand was that of a maiden, respectfully talking to an elder.
“Why’re… why are you defending a human? Aiding one nonetheless!”
“We don’t have a law that says we cannot mingle with them. I’m merely following one’s desire and tradition.”
“But Lady Minuit, you have many other candidates, one’s with Pureblood running through their veins, this’ll cause an uproar back at the Kingdom!”
“Heathens all of them. Filthy reprobates that only want to bed me and gain my power through a child. I care little for them and their puny opinions. It took a normal human to remind me of life and its beauty. After living there for almost a thousand years, only now did I find it and from a mortal of all places.”
“Then madame, I hope you're prepared for the consequences if you ever return.”
“Let it come! Those fools wouldn’t dare lay a hand on me when I’m in the mood for a fight!” Her voice was full of courage, not showing a single hint of fear or regret.
“Then so be it.” Samantha teleports behind Alana to slice her, not wasting a second to gain the offensive.
“Tsk.” In return, the Countess turns around way faster than her hand and just as she was about to cut her stomach open, the Marquess teleports. The two go back at it, Paul was able to somewhat catch the two but only in seconds before disappearing, their speed was not merely inhuman but Godly.
Suddenly a tall golden laser struck upon the city hall from the clouds, it was Dragon God Augustus, diving head first into the heart of Kingsland with Bahamut just behind him trying to bite his tail. Just before hitting the ground, Augustus looks back and fires another shot of laser breath, forcing Bahamut to dodge and land near the main gate. Avoiding the cityscape and the players that were still battling inside the houses and buildings.
The Red Dragon God immediately fired his laser breath once again, digging into the underground Bunker, Battle hardened T-90As and M1A2 Abrams arrived to stop the giant Dragon but was swiftly cut open by an Angelic Figure in Knight armor.
“Buffalo to all remaining call signs! We need more armor at the city hall! Divert immediately! They're taking the corrupted Mana Core!”
“Kujo to Buffalo, Flight of Two Apaches ingressing to your North, we’ll be supporting you over.”
The Two Apaches fly low over the roofs of the old French style buildings, firing their Hydra rockets at the armored Dragon just for it to do nothing. They wave off planning to do another attack when one of the Gunner manning the 30mm Chain Gun underneath the nose of the Apache detects a flying object.
“Uhhh… Frank. I see a flying Horse and a Knight with Angel wings in Three Five Six!”
“What?” He looks to where his gunner was pointing just to see a Divine Blade flying straight at him. The sword's sharpness was on another level, it sliced the attack helicopter clean. Killing both of his Pilots.
“Augustus! Finish this at once! More of them are coming!”
“Saint Elizabeth, let them come.”
“Not when that Black Dragon comes back at you.”
Remembering Bahamut, Augustus increases his speed, digging further and finally reaching the armored shell that protected the Core of the city. The Dragon God of the Void wasn’t gonna let him off that easily, diving like an Eagle that’s gonna catch its prey for the day, she opened her large claws, aiming for his wings when suddenly a burst of Divine Light hit her.
She tilts her head to look for the attacker and notices the small Elizabeth riding on her horse flying about. “Grrr. Annoying human!” She turns around and attempts to bite the Sword Saint but her agility was like a small bird flying around a larger and less maneuverable one. Playing with her and wasting her time. But thanks to Bahamut taking the attention of the Sword Saint, the ground forces were able to bring fire down on Augustus who was reaching for the Core. All sorts of armored vehicles from different countries were giving it their all to just scratch the Dragon God which seemed unfazed by them.
Finally, Augustus reaches the Core and grabs it with his mouth. Opening his wings, he flaps them once and the military vehicles around him are thrown away by the sheer force of its lift. A flight of two Mi-24V Hinds was supporting players when the two Pilots saw their objective being flown away.
“Черт возьми! To all comrades! The Dragon with Knight armor has taken the core! Fly! Fly! Stop the Ублюдки!” A flight of Apaches hear the Hinds plea for help
“Balalaika One, exactly what’re you planning… wait.” The Hinds open fire with their S-8 unguided high explosive missiles, unloading all 128 rockets. After expending all munitions, rather than stopping, the two Pilots make a manly smile before flying straight into the Dragon God’s face.
“AHAHAHA! I’LL SEE YOU AT RESPAWN VADIM!”
“ТЫ СУМАСШЕДШИЙ УБЛЮДОК!!!” was the only reply the Gunner could say before the Hind hit the Dragon’s face. Colliding at it at high speed, it fazes him for a second before regaining control and continuing his climb.
Augustus was annoyed, the rotors of the helicopters felt like needles hitting him. Though he also knows what’s on his mouth was something more important than anything else.
“FUCK! All callsigns! Let’s die like fucking men!”
Apaches follow through, opening fire with everything they got and crashing straight to the Dragon’s face. Almost twenty more helicopters followed, from Chinese Z-10s, Mi-28Ns, and Cobras. All of its Pilots flew straight into the giant Dragon’s face in hope to slow it down.
Far above the skies, the Sword Saint sees the light explosions below and performs a dive which Bahamut follows. The two’s eyes opened up at the sight, as helicopter pilots crashed themselves into the armored Dragon.
“Looks like I have to do something else. Let’s end this shall we?” She points her Divine Sword at the Corrupted Core inside Augustus’ mouth.
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“W-wait! Elizabeth! It's not ready!” Riding her flying horse, she thrusts her Golden Longsword straight into the Core, causing a massive explosion of Mana. Bahamut cuts her dive, opening her wings and slowing down her fall. The shockwave sends hundreds of their feet.
Inside the Mana Core, Elizabeth casts Purification and Absorb. Problem was, her Divine Sword was not enough against the darkened power of a giant ball of Mana. Thus, instead of getting purified, all of the Dark Matter is thrown to her weapon. Turning it into a Black version of itself, ornate of Ancient Demon Symbology. An immense dark force is sent from its tip and to the person holding it, forcing Elizabeth to let go if it as her hands burn.
“DROP IT NOW!”
Elizabeth’s voice was trembling, full of pain. Augustus opens his mouth, dropping the Corrupted Mana Core down to what remained of the City Hall. The moment it drops and shatters, the remaining pool of Mana in it explodes and takes with it the soldiers and armor that was trying to stop the Dragon God. The Three Kilometer wide city of Kingsland is in shambles, with most of the buildings gone and leveled and it's beautiful walls destroyed. The players that once lived in it could only look from afar as their once home was gone. Completely displacing them from the only place they could feel safe. Now they’re all without a home and could only hope the United Modern Guilds could take them in.
The surviving soldiers that were left inside the city were swiftly ordered to exit as the Mana Core had exploded and nothing remained to be defended, all men were to fight the remnants of the invaders which were retreating from the decisive battle on horseback. Back on the outskirts, Sir Anthony and his special squads of Elves pop out of a secret tunnel inside a patch of forest on the field. The giant blast door which had warnings for trucks entering and check cargo height slowly opened revealing the Elf Knights. They stealthily move through the trees and bushes.
Anthony raises his hand, stopping the Elves following his trail. Using his Elven ears, he could clearly hear fighting in the distance even though the majority of the combat was in the surroundings of the Kingsland. Curious, he takes his men with him and crawls through the forest. Passing by destroyed M1A2 Abrams and slicing through some bushery, he encounters sparks flying out of the air far in the open field. He takes out a Monocular Telescope ornate with Gold and sees that there seemed to be two human figures, swifty and quickly disappearing.
Even more curious, he orders his men to stay back and approaches the commotion. After walking a bit more, he sees an Eldritch Knight, in full armor patiently sitting down on the ground, waiting for the two to finish.
“Wha-what’s happening here?” He casts “Speed Acceleration Four” in hopes of getting to see just what the two sparks are coming from. Paul on the other hand notices Anthony, but just stares at him with tired eyes. After increasing his Speed and senses relating to it, he could properly see the two Vampires going at it. Alana looks like she’s having fun while Samantha’s face leaves much to be desired.
“Samantha?! HEY! SAMANTHA! WE’RE RETREATING!” Upon hearing this, she’s instantly kicked, throwing her a hundred meters away. The Countess though on the other hand was standing still and slowly turned her head to him.
“Huh, an Elven Chief. What’re you doing here?” Her voice was nonchalant, as if she was talking to someone whom she met on the street.
“I-i-i wanted to get Samantha out.”
“Eh… is that so?” She looks at Paul who was heavily wounded. “Alright. I must tend to my Lord anyways.”
Paul though doesn’t let him get away that easily.
“I know that Elven Armor from somewhere, ElvenBroThomas Twelve am I correct? From the Keyneth Guild.” Though visibly tired and low with his voice, Anthony could still hear him clearly.
“That is correct Eldritch Knight-General PilotMan. You made quite a show to us when we invaded your city.”
“Well, City Zero One was our land of pioneering before it became economically unviable. Of course we won’t let two player Kingdoms just roll over it and steal what’s left. So, how does it feel to meet a real Vampire?”
“I’ve already met one but not like Miss here.”
“Is that so, well, I’d love to catch up and fight you but as you can see, I’m very much pooped.”
“Yea, I can see that.”
The Countess walks to the Eldritch Knight and puts his left arm over her shoulder, helping him limp back to the Main Gate where the fighting has died down and the invading Knights was retreating with Elizabeth who was using a Claymore this time with a Dark Sword on her sheath. They pass by the two, slowly walking back to Kingsland. The Sword Saint stops in front of them and gives them a bow. She hurriedly continues with her horse.
Battered Humvees then followed, closely guarding the retreating combatants. Both sides were equally exhausted and out of fighting spirit. Bahamut in her full size form could be seen hundreds of meters away, her towering torso and folded Wings was way above the highest three story buildings of Kingsland. She then lets out an ear blistering roar, full of spite and anger as on the horizon, a strange figure appears. A man wearing a Robe and Crown with a Staff full of jewelry and was slouching, the two looked back and could see the strange person.
The Eldritch Knight materializes some Binoculars and lifts it with one hand. He could see that it was a Zombie, a Zombie wearing a King's Robe, all decayed and withered.
“That’s him.” Alana muttered.
“Who?”
“The Demon King. Nergal.”
“Well, he looks very much dead. I’m pretty sure even someone like me can take him on.”
“It's what he can summon is problematic.”
He raises his two hands, casting Ancient Necromantic Spells. Small purple portals appear behind him and Six to Seven Legged Mangled Hellspawns, Undead Giants, reanimated Knights and Zombies rise from the portals and ground in the thousands while hundreds of undead Dragons drop from the skies, opening their scratched and hole filled wings breaking the fall.
“Ho-holy shit…” the Radio operator inside on the Humvees chasing the Sword Saint immediately opens his Longwave.
“Delta Two-Six to all units! A-are you guys seeing this?!”
“Affirm Delta Two-Six, we’re scrambling for any more aircrafts and tanks we could get. I order you to retreat now, break the chase and help us in the defense. This’ll be our last stand.”
“R-roger that!”
“Do only as your honor wills. Out.”
The Humvees swiftly turn around, with the foot to the floor, the drivers speed to Kingsland’s main gates. On the other hand, using her Vampiric powers, Alana just teleports with Paul back to the gates. He dematerializes his armor, returning to his combat uniform with the Four star Beret.
The Colonel responsible for the occupation of Kingsland quickly approaches him after seeing the commotion of a Vampire appearing out of nowhere. But before he could talk, Bahamut lets out another ear blistering roar. King Nergal, a mile and a half away hears this and smirks as the remnants of the invading army pass by his rotting goons. He merely lifts his finger, pointing at the Main Gates and his army charge through the field.
“Ahhh fuck.” Was all Paul could say from the scary sight.
The Dragon of the Void spreads her wings and using telepathy she orders everyone to get down, which the defenders swiftly followed. She then lets out a massive blue laser beam from her mouth. Decimating the approaching army to ashes, scorching the land and starting great fires from her breath. If anything or anyone remains in that place, they’re surely gone, that's for sure.
With King Nergal’s army gone, he could see through the fires, the giant black armored Dragon behind the city walls and the buildings.
“Good show…..” His old and wrinkly voice comes out in a playful tone. A Dark Knight with a Black cape then teleports behind him and kneels with one foot and hand in heart.
“My King, you should return to the Continent of Schon. With your declining health, you must stay in bed.”
“Fool! How can I miss this great show!” His gestures and posture seemed as if he was about to fall apart before even finishing his sentences.
“My Lord, your daughter has offered her services instead. We Generals agree that you must lay in bed and stay while the new generation takes over.”
“....” As if deep in thought, he stares blankly over the fires and at the Black Dragon.
“King…?”
“I’ll leave her to you Cristoses. She’s young, only a few hundred years old. Pampered and babied, she’ll receive an awakening here. Our enemy has soulless weapons without honor and eyes full of conquest and death.”
“We won’t let them win, my King!”
“Mighty Empires always fall, an Empire that is mighty and advanced will one day fall, CRUMBLE under its own weight. Like a fat child fed by its Noble parents, I hope we can accelerate that before my daughter meets her demise… that Sword Saint, she’s different but I can see through her motives.” His voice was wise and straight. It's as if he wasn’t even decaying as he spoke.
“I’m sure your daughter will come out on top, my Lord. She’s been training for so long.”
“Have you seen their men? Those are no ordinary people from our world… We do not know how they think or how they move. It's only thanks to the traitors of their world we were even able to surprise them, but the cost was larger than what they lost.” The old King gives his staff to the Knight and puts his hand on his back, slowly walking out of the horizon and disappearing as Golden sparkles appear around him, teleporting him out of the area.
Back at the Main Gates, Paul puts down the Binoculars with Bahamut in her small form, sleeping tightly inside his pocket with her tail visibly out.
“I wonder if they talked about Colonel.”
“Probably something along the lines on how they tested us and now know how to defeat us.”
“Yea, we meet to get out of here ASAP before we dig ourselves deeper into this cesspool.”
“I never saw Necromancy of that scale before. He literally spawned thousands like it was nothing.”
“I know, if he can do that. Just imagine how hellish the rest of the Demon Continent looks like.”
“Forward Observers state that it looked pretty untouched, beautiful even. Deeper though, we do not know.”
“For now, let’s lick our wounds. I must return to the Knights of Eldwood and report all of this personally.”
“Later I’ll compile the reports from the other Officers and combine it all and send it to everyone.”
“Good, it's been an honor working with you Colonel.” He puts out his hand, ready for a handshake.
“Of course General, this fight will deepen the bond between our Guilds surely.”
“Don’t call me Shirlley, surely.” He winks and smiles and proceeds to walk to the main square where helicopters are scheduled to arrive and pick up high ranking Officers.
“Ahhh, Alana. Can you cook me a Steak with Mashed Potatoes and Gravy?”
“EH? Why? I never cooked aside from sandwiches.”
“AHAHAHAHA! That’s not even cooking, ah no matter. I’ll teach you.”
“You know how to cook?”
“Well, I’ve been alone for most of my life. After graduating, all I’ve done was work.” He puts his hands behind his head. Walking like a teenager going home after school.
“The-then… you better be patient and not laugh.” Alana looked very flustered and embarrassed. Her eyes looking around and avoiding his stare.
“Ahahaha, If it's you, I can be patient. Laughing though…” Visibly teased, Alana lightly punches him. But still healing, Paul feels it more and jokingly tells her to stop.
At a secret meeting at the Capital of the Men of the Woods, Guild leaders once again congregate, but this time inside a dark room, hundreds of meters below the surface and protected by meters thick of steel. Men in suits and General uniforms with angered and annoyed faces look at the powerpoint slides showing their losses and photos of the battlefield, showing the ambushed Main Force who lost almost 80% of its men and equipment in battle.
“So, in total, over ten divisions were lost, equalling to over One Hundred and Fifteen Thousand dead, Eighteen or so thousand are players who’ve respawned and we’re still currently collecting.”
After hearing this, the people in the meeting could only facepalm and look in sheer disappointment.
“I guess this is the price of a real war.” A General muttered.
“We have to rebuild immediately!” The man in the suit looked determined with his fists tightly locked.
“Not yet! We still have to know how economically viable this entire war even is!”
“Why did the Natives attack us when we were cleaning up our own mess?!”
More disapproval of the war and the Guild leaders were full of questions than answers.
“Field reports from my men state that the Mana Cores of Treitleze, Kingsland and Nebesa were all corrupted. They also say it might be the reason why Treitleze’s war robots went haywire. This goes in tandem with the officials we interviewed. They managed to stop theirs and even foil a plan at the cost of multiple people, all dead including one Level Two hundred Legendary Ranked player, but Kingsland discovered there's way too late.” The General drops his glasses. Taking in the information.
“Even with that, how come Kingsland’s Corrupted Mana Core was kept in stable condition? Was zur Hölle.” The German player was then deep in thought.
“We don’t know but it seems like they tried to steal it before the famed Internet Streamer ElizabethMotherf struck it with her sword and it seemed to have sucked the Demonic energy and mixed it with Divine magic making it incredibly unstable and basically turning it into a Mini nuke which she then ordered the Dragon God to drop and completely erase our remaining men.” The man in suit drops the papers on the glass table, visibly tired and annoyed.
“You mean that mad chick who had a thing for Medieval sword fighting?”
“Yes General, now I suggest we start planning our next move immediately. She got us good with this trap, it’ll take a long time for us to lick our wounds clean.”
“Хорошо, I’ll send my men to the deepest parts of the Demon Continent and see what’s inside.” The Russian General was stoic and didn’t look sad or disappointed.
“Are you crazy! We just saw what they’re capable of! They also now know what we’re capable of!” said the man with a thick English accent
“Ты заставляешь меня смеяться, англичанин… Look, these people… from the Demon Continent will attack us immediately, we must accelerate production of all military equipment and attack them swiftly! I’ll personally start the invasion by placing a Fortress I’ll name Stalinium on their Northernmost border.”
“Regarde ce crétin! You have a deathwish ah? Alright. But I do support the need to pump up the construction of modern military equipment.”
“For now, move all our available Naval ships to the Ocean between Geraldia-Dragovh and Schon.”
“I suggest we start Operation Heer der Verdammten.”
“That’s gonna be one Hell of an undertaking. But we have to try to level the playing field even more.”
“I’ll check with my other Council members and see if we can.”
“I’ll donate as much equipment as is required.”
The Generals then clenched their hands together on the table. Visibly disturbed that they lost so much equipment and men in mere hours. The Russian General on the other hand was already looking away, in deep thought.