039: Pursuit

May 1, 2022 – 2 minutes read – 245 words

The rebels have abandoned their forward fort and are withdrawing to a fortress in the west, but the Kingdom Army is in close pursuit.
The rebels have little food to eat, almost no water, even the salt was lost.

Their physical strength and morale were down, so a considerable amount were taken down by the arrows, swords, and spears of the Kingdom Army.

“Blonde Devil!” Rebel Soldier

Wayne attacks the rebels, recklessly stabbing with his spear.

Once the rebels around him are defeated, he retorts.

“Who is the devil? I’m just a person!” Wayne

After his short breather, Wayne moves to the next knot of soldiers.

The rebel army is entering the gate of a western fort.

“How many soldiers made it here?” Rebel Commander

“Probably about 500” Rebel Lieutenant

“Oh, we’ve really been hit hard.” Rebel Commander

The rebels are down to 1,000 Imperial troops, 500 Westin troops, and 500 from the other four traitor houses.
Three quarters of the original force have been lost.

It was a catastrophic loss.

“What are our casualties?” Lieutenant General Simon

“I’d say around 400 killed and 200 wounded.” Soldier

“That’s pretty beaten up… But we would have easily lost twice as many without the good work of Second Lieutenant Patrick.” Lieutenant General Simon

“Sure, but here’s the problem.
The next fort is different from that makeshift one earlier, this is a fortress.” Commander

“I never thought we would need to attack our own fortress…” Lieutenant General Simon