When the two stars of the Dark City, Commorragh, entered their waning phase, it was time for the Night.
And with the coming of the Night came fear.
Under cover of the Night, the Blood Blade Marauder Group attacked an important rebel stronghold marked on the map.
According to the traitor Weston, this stronghold was the rebels' command headquarters, and it held a large number of senior rebel officers and generals.
In other words, as long as they captured these people, the rebellion would collapse completely.
And they, in turn, would become the greatest heroes!
"Heh heh, why should the Bonepickers get all the rewards?" The strike team's commander sneered, then lowered his voice. "Tell the others to seal this place off. Don't let a single person get out! This credit is ours. No one's taking it from us!"
"Let the Bonepickers go eat shit!"
"Yeah! Why should they get all the rewards?"
The men below joined in the jeering.
The trouble was that the two Marauder Groups had been given different missions. The Bonepickers had been sent to infiltrate the rear and focus on attacking rebel strongholds, while the Blood Blades had been assigned the task of clearing out the remaining Western Front defenders.
But how could mopping up the battlefield and clearing out the remnants compare to the glory of cutting off the rebel leaders' heads?
So they had set their sights on this stronghold.
Gazing at the scattered points of light barely visible deep in the valley beneath the Night, the strike team commander became even more certain that the rebel headquarters was located here. He could almost see immense glory beckoning him.
"Move!"
Beneath the hushed night sky, the strike team commander hesitated no longer. He waved his hand and gave the order.
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