Alon planned to concentrate his forces and push towards the fortress, making it like a spear formation; upon contact with the enemy, the front holds the line or retreats if the enemy forces are too much and the sides surround it; do that until they arrive at the fortress.
Those kinds of movements were only possible because of their communication. The radios opened up many strategies that couldn’t be implemented at a larger scale, and the device became pivotal to coordinating his forces. Now, the radios have multiple functionalities, such as the ability to talk without talking over one another. Edmund called channels.
At the tip of the formation, the Bartel platoon looked around and moved forward ?because of the uneven terrain. One soldier spotted an ork pulling back a bow, aiming at one of his comrades. He then ?aimed and fired his rifle, which alerted everyone. The same soldier looked at his squad mates right after.
‘Enemies up ahead.’ He shouted.
As soon as his words ended, Arrows flew in their direction. They took cover behind what they could, but the terrain helped little, and some were caught right in the open. Their only option was to run to the closest cover.
'3-6, this is 3-1. Contact on the left flank, over.’ The sergeant hid behind a rock.
Everyone in the platoon heard the transmission and tried to find cover?, hiding behind fallen trees or rocks.
‘3-1, hold your position over.’ Bartel looked around, trying to find a monster.
‘Understood 3-6, 3-1 out.’
He heard a shot before someone shouted. This time, goblins with swords and shields came down a small hill to their right. The battle had begun.
‘Angel-6, this is Angel-3; we have contact and are holding our position. Over.’
Alon heard the transmission, looked at Edmund and Eliza, who were behind him for a moment, and turned forward.
‘Angel-3, if you have any difficulty, fallback, over.’ Alon looked around like the soldiers close to him.
‘We got this Angel-6, Angel-3 out.’ Bartel pulled his rifle and shot at a goblin coming down the hill.
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Alon opens a grin. Now, he thought it was a fantastic idea to put the most experienced platoon on the tip of the spear, but his mind returned to the moment ?, and he retook his radio and spoke.
‘This is Angel-6; execute the trap, Angel-6 out.’ He continued to look around.
All platoon leaders moved as soon as the transmission was over. The first to make contact was to the left and then to the right, making it impossible for the monsters to encircle Bartel’s platoon.
‘3-6, this is 1-6, we are to your right, over.’ A gray-fur Shafran gestured for his team to advance.
‘Understood 1-6, 3-6 out.’ Bartel hid behind a fallen tree.
‘3-6, this is 2-6, we have your back on the left, over.' A brown-eyed Chatzi looked at an arrow hitting the ground next to him.
‘Glad to see you 2-6, 3-6 out.’ Bartel ran up the hill ahead of everyone.
Before reaching the top, he looked behind and was glad that nobody with him was injured.
‘All squads, this is 3-6; be advised that 1-6 and 2-6 guard the flanks; move forward, 3-6 out.’ He waited for his man to come to his side.
The battle continued to rage the moment the other members of his platoon came forward and started to advance, throwing grenades to disrupt the creature's formations, and ?the two other platoons that weren’t engaged in the battle moved to the sides doing an arc; they encountered one another and started to attack the monsters from behind.
‘Angel-6, this is Angel-4; we are already shooting at the backs of the bastards, Angel-4 out.’ A blond-haired A-Dam smiled.
‘Angel-6, this is Angel-5, already executing the trap. Angel-5 out.’ A blue-eyed Shafran pulled his rifle and shot a goblin running in his direction.
Alon nodded, looking at the deep forest ahead. The sound of the shots echoed, and explosions followed behind him. Behind him, Eliza was leaning against a tree, and Edmund was sitting on a rock right in the open, looking at her, using his sword to support his hands. The other soldiers were all behind cover.
‘Edmund, why are you even here?’ Eliza crossed her arms.
‘Because of you, it looks like you don’t know how important you are.’ Edmund shook his head.
‘I understand that is because I can heal people.’ She sighs.
‘Ah, so you know why I’m here, and if you weren't, I would still be here, but in another position, scouting ahead, maybe.’ He looked at his sword while speaking.
‘I only asked because you don’t want to be here.’ She made a confused expression.
‘Well, I don’t think I need to be here; you have these soldiers; you can maintain them in the fight for a long time, but the duchess wanted to be safe; you were there. I don’t understand why you are asking.’ Edmund tilted his head to the side.
‘Maybe it's because I don’t feel the weight of my abilities yet.’ Eliza kicked a rock.
‘If this helps, everyone will give their lives if it means you return to safety. Your importance is absolute; honestly, being here is dangerous, so we return to why I’m here.’ Edmund chuckled.
Eliza looked around at the faces of the surrounding soldiers, each one nodding in agreement with Edmund’s words. A feeling came rushing over her body, but it wasn’t fear or anxiety, more of the simple weight of the power she possessed. She took a deep breath and looked at Edmund with a serious expression. And he nodded at her.
‘Well, Alon, if this is just one group, I can only imagine the size of the fortress.’ Edmund looked at the captain.
‘You are right. We will use your new weapon well, but let’s move out; they are already finished.' Alon started to walk forward.
The sounds of shots and explosions disappeared as they walked forward. The radio was silent, which Bartel recommended because he imagined that in a larger-scale battle, too much talk over the radio would confuse the chain of command.
