PoV Commander Mark Slavic
The Morning was much like every other, deceiving one into thinking that this one was much like the others. It was simple, get up, piss, shit if I need to, strap up into my armor, then go to the cooking area and get my ager rations. Just as and a hundred thousand others. Won and n getting out of tents and doing the exact sa fucking thing day in and out.
"Hey, Mark," I heard a feminine voice as I walked to the Cook's tent.
"Bea, you still alive?" I asked with a mocking tone and received a well-earned smack at the back of my head. "What was that for?" I asked letting the humor in my tone.
"Fuck off, Mark. You know exactly what that was for," She sneered, "Did you think those fucking beasts could take out soone like ?"
"They took out more than the number around us at this ti," I remarked and that shut her up. No one liked the thought of how much sha we had brought to the Empire at this point. The Beasts were invading and even took a city, and the fucking beasts even had the audacity to move inland more. They took a main river, and now they were sitting there, mocking us.
That was it.
They were not invading, they were not pushing deeper. They were acting not like the beasts they were but like smart strategists. People like Bea and myself in the upper ranks of soldiers heard so of the whispers coming from the top. The fucking beasts were sitting in the perfect position at this ti, using so odd fortifications that work against our tactics.
Instead of us being able to just push in and kill the beasts, they have made a fortress we have never seen before. One that significantly hurt our ability to work together. That was what made the Empire so great; instead of a D, C, or B ranker working alone, they worked as a massive group, amplifying each other to be able to make a D ranker able to kill a C ranker or a group of C rankers able to kill a B ranker. Sure these things were hard, but in war, it happened OFTEN.
Those fortifications, though. I heard from so n and won who had retreated without half the force they went in with. They told the horrors of those fortifications. They were easy enough to breach but if you tried to go over them, you were out in the open. Bunny-kin Wizards were there, smiling and killing you faster than you can believe.
So you had to go into the fortifications to fight; there was no other way. But the fortifications were like fighting in the middle of a damn castle or nobles' house. The passageways were small. No more than two to four people were able to move through them. But even then, they are just fucking beasts that you can kill.
That is, until they start to swarm all around you. The more you pushed in, the more they sward you. Not many who went in deep were alive to co back. One had a Badger Kin beast claw out half his face, and a Cat-kin beast cut off his arm, but they made it back alive. The General was making sure everyone listened to the story of what it was like in those fortifications.
"You don't think that the Kingdom of Arlin is assisting the fucking beasts, do you?" Bea asked.
"The Demon lands are," I replied, rembering how there were devils in their ranks.
"Bah, The Demon lands are pussies that only attack when people are weak," Bea Scoffed, "We both know Humans are smarter than any of those demon fucks and those beasts."
I turned at the attractive brunette in her steel-enchanted armor, and I sneered. "Those beasts have been MASSACURING US," I snapped, "Bea, STOP." I grabbed her by the shoulders, and she looked shocked, "We may be the Empire, but we are losing right now. Stop deluding yourself, the Generals no longer are, and General Viper was even demoted. Commanders that fucked up are being hanged, and I don't want to see you or up on the gallows, Understand?"
Bea looked at , shocked, and then her face flushed. She smashed my hands away and nodded. "Fine, I am nervous about the next operation, Mark. I am just trying to hype myself up," she admitted, and I felt myself soften.
"Co on, let's go get so shit food from the cooks that are cooking us up so criminally bad-tasting food, and we can go enjoy so ti in my tent," I offered with a smile, and Bea nodded, much to my surprise. I went hand in hand with her to the cooks.
It was when we were lying together, her small breasts pressed against my arm in my tent, that it happened. "eting Commander," I heard a fellow soldier report, and both Bea and I cursed. We were supposed to be at the front, but soone clearly knew we were blowing off steam or other fluids in my tent instead of where we were supposed to be.
We both moved and soon, we were fully armored and walking into the Vice General's tent. A table sat on top of a wooden floor, and Bea and I were the last commanders to enter. "Bea, Mark, I understand blowing off so steam, but do make sure that after the thirty seconds it takes to do so, you are back at your posts."
"WE both know you can't use your asure for how long it takes ," I replied to the Vice General. But I understand your point. Bea needed the moral boost, though." I finished with a massive smile. A hand hit hard at the back of my head, and I chuckled, as did the other commanders.
Then the Vice General coughed, ending the happiness. "Okay, ladies, we have a serious issue," the Vice General began, "The beasts have parked themselves in the absolute worst spot they could have. We have to charge up a hill into full fortifications, which they ca up with. Those fucking fortifications fuck with our organization, too, and you all heard the soldiers who sohow ca back alive from in those trenches. We have been buying ti to make sure those stories get around. Everyone understands what is at the top of that hill and why we have been waiting."
"Sir," one of the other Commanders said. "Why are we not just throwing Battle slaves at them and coming in behind them?"
I winced as soone had not done their reading, and the Vice General turned to them, his face as cold as ice. "Are you a fucking moron?" HE asked. "The beasts have co up with a counter to use those battle slaves against us. We have no idea what magic they have done to fuck with the slave collars, but they don't need direct access to them in order to have those slaves attack us mindlessly instead of the other way around. If you had read the briefing that was prepared for you, you would have known that. I better not catch you not rembering the fucking briefing again, Commander." The Vice General snapped.
"Vice General," I said slowly, "You know, you might say that they are in the perfect spot and honestly, they are. But if you look at the information the spies have gathered, it is not without weakness," I said, pointing at a spot on the map. "Look here, the defenses converge in a way that creates a larger area to fight in than I think the beasts would like. It also is weaker than the other areas. If we pushed in a concentrated fashion instead of all over, we just might," I let my voice trail off as I did not want to be on record for what I thought might happen. Soone might say they thought it was a guarantee.
The Vice General frowned and looked at , then down at the map. "Not enough. We need sothing else to give. Not after the last two at Grinders, and I am not going to beco the Next General Viper. No, we need sothing more." The Vice General frowned. I am going to bring your suggestions up with the general and see what he thinks. I want you to take your ti and even review it with subordinates. Even idiots sotis find gold."
"Yes, Vice General," we snapped together. He nodded and departed without another word, and we all looked at each other.
"Who the fuck thinks any of those uneducated fucks might co up with an idea," Bea asked with a smile, and the other commanders laughed.
"Well, orders are orders, and that keeps us from getting closer to the front," I said, and Bea grabbed my ass,
The look in her eyes told that I would have to find so ti for rounds two through five. What a feisty problem!
Too bad it was only a distraction from the much bigger problem a few miles away.
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