Advance (IV)

The air was thick with a pungent stench, and the deafening roars of the approaching multitude drowned out the prayers of those around Terk.

He swept his gaze across the battle line. The soldiers had not disappointed him.

Though forced to assemble in haste under such extreme circumstances, they had still formed a perfect formation, standing ready behind trenches and sandbags according to plans drilled into them countless times.

Terk knew that how they performed over the next thirty minutes would be crucial.

These soldiers could not turn the tide, but by delaying the enemy and slowing their advance, they might determine how this damned battle unfolded.

An Old World volunteer company flying the banner of the Great Legion rushed to the 11th Infantry Regiment's right flank, forming a line between Barracks Road and the southern ravine.

Another, smaller force equipped with armored field units moved in behind their comrades.

Communications reported that the Sixth Regiment's armored units and infantry support would arrive behind them within ten minutes.

The 11th Infantry Regiment's left flank was protected by the walls of the fortifications. Terk and his trusted captains had skillfully deployed their positions on higher ground and amid the rolling terrain between the barracks.

They had received sound tactical instructions over the comms, and insight was on their side as well.

Terk could see the accompanying priests moving among his soldiers, making slight adjustments and tightening their formation. He nodded, confident that his troops were in peak condition.

Then he raised his shortsword high into the air.

The sound of safeties clicking off immediately rang out.

The enemy tide was less than a quarter of a kilometer away, sweeping forward together with thick smoke.

Dozens of Tyre local soldiers fleeing the overrun positions were sprinting toward them. Terk realized those poor