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General Alejandre stood back with his two hands, Colonel Jasrok and Colonel Smith. They quietly conversed as they saw the flames of the enemy coming.

The year is 457 A.D. The Republic army of Jorland is going to stand against the might of Boarmaen. A couple hundred feet ahead of the generals is a long wide bridge. Wide enough for two carriages to pass side-by-side at once. But crossing the river was not an option, the depth was not known and rapids would whip you down it. Then the rocks would come, if you weren’t destroyed by the rocks you would be ripped under the water and drowned. A sheer rock wall along with ruins of an old civilization surrounded one side of the bridge. Only two entrances existed and they led to the north. In front of the bridge stood Jorland’s army. This was the strongest force they had and if it didn’t withstand the blow of the Boarmaen army, Jorland’s chances for survival were slim.

General Olijorn, along with his two favorite colonels, Balk and Vladimir stood at the back of their army. The torches of the massive army shed light around them, and it just began to touch a sign.

“Bridge ahead.”

Olijorn looked ahead to see a bridge silhouetted in the moon’s light. A river rushed underneath it and it didn’t look like any would survive a crossing of it. So the bridge was the only option.

As the army moved closer and closer a whirring slashed the silent air. Flame arrows cut down the first ranks as the next one’s took cover behind shields.

“Archers return fire. Infantry…. Move in formation D to the bridge. Cavalry tactic C.”

Boarmaen men scurried in every direction knowing they had more to fear from Olijorn then the enemy. Infantry used shields to cover themselves as they approached the bridge. The first couple ranks held shields forward to withstand horizontal shots. When they were halfway across the bridge the arrows stopped as an enemy shot forward. The two forces clashed on the bridge as a battle ensued. Boarmaen men used shield rarely and just used brunt force and sheer numbers. The soldiers of Jorland held in a shield line breaking at intervals to seize open shots at enemies. Behind them men with pikes stabbed at their foes.

The gods were surly not on Jorland’s side as an unthinkable event happened that night. A massive boulder shot down the river and smashed out supports for the bridge. As stones, brick, concrete, and metal sailed down the river many soldiers were too. Jorland’s soldiers had stood 15 across before, now they stood five. Almost 105 men went with the boulder as the enemy lost almost 3. Javelins sailed from the hands of their throwers who were planted firmly at the breaking point. They smacked into the unprotected sides of Jorland soldiers.

As the men fall back the combat now was on the end of the bridge. Two men and a pile of rubble held back the Boarmaen army. Others shot arrows into the enemy horde. Eventually they pushed the men back and the small field behind the bridge became the scene of carnage. Many of Jorland’s soldiers fled when they saw the enemy beating them down.

Smith and Jasrok worked hard to convince Alejandre to order a retreat.

“Sir they’re dying. A couple unlucky ones can hold them back while the remnants of our army retreats.”

“They’re too many, if we don’t flee we shall go too.”

“NO!!!!! We shall fight till the end we are Jorland’s only hope.”

Little did they know that 1 man was to shift the tide of the battle. Robert stepped up to the crevice that hundreds of Boarmaen soldiers kept pouring out of. He pulled his sword back and held it…and held it…and held it…then let it go. It chopped down several men as he jumped and filled the crevice. He was a man of large size and great muscle. His swings continued to destroy the onslaught of soldiers. The soldiers of Jorland who saw this celebrated and rallied. They slew all on their side of the bridge and took positions by Robert.

Sergeant Pluto had let his platoon away and turned back to see the battle silhouetted in the rising sun. His men stopped their retreat and watched him. His scared and sweaty hand wrapped around his sheathed blade. He pulled it out and pointed it at the battle.

“CHARGE!!!!”

He shot forward towards the bridge and his men followed in suit.

Robert’s blade swept several men into the river as his body leaned right. Then an arrow appeared right in his heart.

“Olijorn sir!”

“Yes Balk?”

“We got the big one, an arrow to the heart.”

Then why is HE STILL FIGHTING?!”

Robert stood dazed for a minute with the arrow protruding, and then he snapped off the back and threw it away. He resumed slaying the enemy although with less vigor. Seeing their champion live such a shot rallied Jorland’s soldiers even more and they began to push the enemy back.

“Olijorn sir, we must order a retreat, sheer numbers can not stomp out spirit.”

“No they stay and conquer.”

“They stay and die.”

“No! You die Balk.”

Olijorn drew his sword and brought it down on Balk, but Balk’s iron shield deflected it. Balk swept as Olijorn’s legs but he jumped and elbowed Balk in the back. Balk fell on the ground and rolled to the let to get out of the way of Olijorn’s sword. Balk made a slash but Olijorn’s sword shot lose to block it. Then Balk went to sweep for his legs and like predicted Olijorn jumped up. Balk’s blade came back with the momentum and took off Olijorn’s head.

“Now we retreat….or do we?”

“What. Look!”

Kalikow was one of the lowest ranking soldiers in the legion. He was slow and was retreating, but could still see the battle. He turned to look, but decided he would still run. Then he heard the horns and the drums. A steady drum beat wrent the air as horns slit the beat every minute or so. Kalikow turned to see a cavalry charge; these men had found the other hidden bridge. He turned to flee but their blades soon reached his neck.

Robert turned to see what the noise was, but an arrow reached his neck. No one could live that. Robert fell and rolled off into the river taking several enemies with him. Jorland’s line held for a little while but the cavalry came and stomped over them.

“Sir, retreat is to late.”

“I...I…I see.”

The cavalry charged towards them as Jorland’s men came back to make their last stand with their generals…no not generals, with other soldiers. They were equals.

Alejandre stepped forward and spoke to his hand.

“Retreat is not an option. Now we fight!”

He drew his sword and aimed at the coming cavalry.

“We fight and we die like men!”

A cheer ran through the crowd as the cavalry came. Pikes took down some as the others charged forward unhampered. Alejandre ducked from an enemies swing and then cut the horses leg. It fell crushing its rider.

The remnants of the army only lasted thirty minutes, but they brought many of Boarmaen’s men with them.

Balk led his army forward and scored many victories against small skirmish forces. Jorland made peace with all they could and brought home every soldier they could. But Boarmaen got reinforced too. A massive battle would take place to decide the future of Jorland. Every man woman and child capable of holding a weapon would be at the battle.

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General Kalisimo stood at the back of his army. All other generals were serving him and had undying loyalty knowing this was the final battle. Nearly 2,000,000 stood before him. Precisely 1,000,000 infantry; 500,000 archers; and 497,000 cavalry. The infantry stood in a shield wall at the top of the hill with Sheer rock wall bordering the side. Behind them cavalry stood ready to charge forward and behind them the archers drew forth arrows stuck in the ground.

General Balk stood alone behind his army of 3,200,000. He had 2,000,000 infantry ready to lead the charge with 600,000 archers giving covering fire and 600,000 cavalry to charge over the enemies’ defenses. Around 3,000,000 infantry were on their way to reinforce Boarmaen. Jorland would have to use strategy and the land to the best of their advantages.

The army stood at the bottom of the hill while Jorland’s archers prepared to fire.

“Ready. Ready! Ready!! Charge!!!”

Infantry ran up the hill in a loose formation to cut down on arrow hits. Cavalry chare up and passed them. They jumped up at the shields but pikes took them down. They were about to retreat when arrows cut down some holes in the line. Cavalry instantly filled it and began charging towards the archers. Jorland’s cavalry held back the enemy as the archers fired on the massive hordes of men charging up the hill. The shield men had turned to face the cavalry and waves of arrows and men began to cut them down.

“Infantry, turn about face. Meet the oncoming threat. Archers assist in this. Cavalry remove the enemy.”

Boarmaen’s Cavalry broke through the enemy and began to rampage the archers. When the cavalry began to take their numbers out they turned and ran. They literally ran over all they could on their charge back to their side.

Boarmaen forces pulled out of site to set their plan in action.

It was night and the moon was not out. Darkness covered the hill except for the torches Jorland’s men had. Then fire arrows ripped through the air and smacked into the unsuspecting soldiers. Wave after wave of fire arrow came. When it stopped Jorland’s archers scrambled to fire, but a wave of unlit arrows cut through them like a butter through knife. Infantry smacked into the shield wall as archers slit open holes in the forming wall. Order was lost and men fought battles against each-other. Archers fired everywhere taking lives from both side. Cavalry rampaged over everyone is their path and charged at cavalry on both side. Darkness had encased the battle end at the end when celebrations were held. It was discovered both sides had numerous soldiers left. As the moon came out the battle was fought again. Almost 100,000 Boarmaen soldiers fought 478,000 Jorland soldiers. But Boarmaen’s reinforcements arrived and slew all Jorland men. With that victory Boarmaen grew stronger. The land that is Currently Borman was controlled by 3 major powers. The Boarmaen Empire, The Peoples Republic of Kalo, and The Iron Monarchy Of Hudson.

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The year was 103 B.C. The war between the three nations had been raging for so long, men were born and died during the stretch of the war. Now Boarman held 4/9 and the other two nations each held 3/9. Boarman soldiers were outside of a mighty castle, which had long resisted the hordes of men, thrown against it and had saved the lands around it from annexation time and time again. Now it was to fall. The usual garrison of 500,000 was running low on food, so 100,000 were sent to guard the incoming shipment. Their bodies float down the river of Hudson now. The castle can last for about 1 month. Enough time for new men to arrive with food, so they must be taken out now.

The massive horse was pushed up to the gates of the city.

“we give up, you win.”

The men pushing it ran off as arrows chased them away.

“Open the gates.”

The horse was brought to the courtyard and while thousands of armed men examined the horse for an opening a might boulder smashed into the walls. More came destroying the same spot. Eventually a whole section of wall had been taken and Hudson’s men formed a shield wall all along the top. As Boarman soldiers began to mount the hill of rubble arrows hit the defenders from behind. Archers that had climbed out of the horse began to draw more arrows. The castle that had lasted so long fell to the massive force assaulting it from both sides.

Battles raged back and forth with victories on both sides. But with the battle of Bronxi river the war turned.

At the Bronxi river two massive armies had come together. No archers, no towers, no fortifications, just cavalry and infantry. The mighty army of Boarman had 3 million to end the war here. The other nations had together gathered 2,500,000 to their banner. When the Boarman soldiers began to advance across the freezing cold river the cavalry of the enemy took off and headed backwards. The Boarman soldiers charged forward feeling a little happier. UP began to fall back in the center while the flanks held, then they too fell back. The Boarman soldiers charged forward and UP did the same. The two armies clashed and the UP’s cavalry hit form the side. UP’s armies used brilliant phalanx tactics and with the enemy encircled they used Legions to ‘scout’ through the carnage. In the end not a Boarman soldier was left. 1,782,935 UP soldiers left to loot the men. Battles quickly turned against Boarman and in the year 31 B.C. the future of the empire was about to take place.

1/9 was in Boarman hands and 4/9 in the hands of each opposing army. UP had gathered a force of 2,500,000 to fight the army for 900,000 holed up in a massive fortress city built in seven tears. The city had massive catapults and Ballistae all over the massive walls protecting the city. Thick gates tall gates were opened by massive chain and weight systems. The ramparts were designed to resist the ladders and cut ropes with their own weight. A thick small gate with towers and platforms above to attack those battering the door separated each tier.
Massive trebuchets fired boulders at the wall and enemy opposing firepower. UP soldiers charged with their massive ram coming with them. It was a massive wood log suspended by ropes connected to a wheeled base holding four logs vertical at the corners. It smashed into the gates and after many hits the doors splintered and the enemy charged in. A massive semi-circle of men surrounded the entrance and they fought the incoming men as archers fired off shots into the horde of enemies. Ladders coming up to the walls were kicked off as the sharpened ramparts and the blades of enemies cut grapnels. Eventually massive boarding machines were brought out. These tall platforms had many levels and ladders extending upwards on all four sides. At the top on the side facing the wall a massive hinged platform covered the men on the top level from arrows. When they got near enough the platform fell going horizontal. At the end steel spikes grabbed hold of the wall as soldiers pulled out slaying those in sight. Eventually the Boarman soldiers fell back to the second tier. It was in the mountain and so only the door gave access, no wall, no nothing. The platforms and towers had been barricaded and men hacked at the door holding the enemies apart, inside chaos was raging. The last of the Boarman soldiers were inside, 200,000 men. They were loyal to three generals and these men fought inside. When the door was finally breached two generals fought to the death inside. Men surrounded them in a circle of death. The enemy charged to stop them here and now, only to realize the rug covered a trench in the ground. Men fell to their death as the charge stopped and viewed the battle. The generals fought and their men chanted for who they wanted paying no attention to the army that had brought their demise only feet away. The generals lunged, slashed, parried, hacked, and more. Eventually one slew the other and all men began fighting. In the end one man stood. He collapsed on his knees and pointed his blade at the enemy.

“When the statue falls, so shall the evil Hudson reigns with.”

The man collapsed falling on his own blade.

1452 A.D.
“My friends, the oppressive government MUST END!” The man looked at the crowd viewing him. “Our blades shall serve well against these fiends. They have their cannons, but we’re close to stealing some. Now is the time. The king takes from us what he wants when he wants. I say give us life, liberty, and property! I say give us freedom! I SAY GIVE ‘EM HELL, TODAY WE FIGHT!”

The statue of Hudson blew up as the imperial cannon shook from shock. Arrows flew into the crowd of rebels. Men surrounded and began to capture the rebels, then they fought back. Swords of varying sizes and lengths were drawn from pants and coats and more. Somehow, somewhere these men had received training. The imperial soldiers had not expected trained men and so only a small amount of imperials (Hudson’s elite soldiers) had been sent. The rebels quickly slew the imperials due to their vast amounts of men. As they began to organize themselves, the revolution had begun.

1463 A.D.
“We are going to siege Clarington today.” The man scribbled hastily in his journal. “Ever since the revolution battle has raged across the land as fires went untamed. The war for freedom has lasted 11 years and our forces are within the capital grounds. Our cannons, however few they may be bombard the capital non-stop. The legions of the imperial army have been recalled and are converging on our location; it’s now or never.”

The men drew their blades as cavalry mounted.

“Charge!”

The men slammed into the wall of defenders. They held their shields as long as possible, but the rebels had too many men. A hole opened in the wall and soldiers poured in. The capital building was gone, or was it? Drums beat the air as a fresh imperial legion arrived. They broke on the rebels and the men began to fall back. Then more rebels came and more. Each side kept getting reinforced and soldiers kept falling. In the end the rebels had taken the capital. More than 1,000,000 soldiers had fallen on both sides. Bodies were eye high and men walked the capital with their noses clogged.

As the rebels began to bury the millions of bodies in a massive grave they had dug, a cannon went off. Arrows streaked through the air slamming into the weak rebel forces. As a flag waved in the air as a massive army rode forth. With them were rebels, Imperial soldiers, and others. The rebels were quickly defeated and the new army took up residence.

“What are you exactly?”

“Almost 1500 years ago a war raged across Hudson. Three powers vied for dominance, but one, the Borman empire (They later found out it was Boarmaen and then Boarman) was so powerful the other two united against it. Hudson and Kalo fought Borman to destruction. Then Hudson turned on Kalo and beat them back into submission. So while these two powers have fought for a decade for power and substantially weakened each other, we come in to sweep them up.”

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