Summoning Europa

Stopping The Enemy

Outside the command centre, as soon as the order was given,  the Tridents swivelled their missile launchers and fired away, salvos of missiles whooshing away to the target coordinates. Seconds later, Commander Cutting nodded as soon as the missiles were launched, and Colonel Agembe pressed his earpiece.

"Howitzers, fire for effect," said Colonel Agembe into his earpiece, as an artillery barrage was started, each claymore mobile howitzers firing in six shell bursts, while the howitzer emplacements began to fire, one shell at a time.  As soon as a shell was fired, the pits became a hive of activity as they ran to reload the shells as fast as they could.

Seconds later, the mortar tracks joined in with the firing, upon locking upon a small sector of the area of operations, the mortar track's autoloader began to quicken the speed at which the shells were loaded, giving rise to its infamous nickname of the woodpecker, as 120mm mortar shells and 81mm shells began to blast away at the target zones.

Lourian camp

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"Hey, what's that? Said magician Washner, as he strained his eyes, looking in the direction of the European Camp. Large amounts of Smoke and flashes had been sighted coming from the European camp. Within seconds, it enveloped the entire European camp, before streaks of light suddenly shot out from the camp towards the camp.

"It must be magic of some sort, quick, men, adopt the Prairie formation, now!" yelled Duke Jean-Philla, as the men, true to their training, began to move into a more dispersed formation, so as to reduce the number of casualties they would get from marching in close order.

"Well, it should-"

Immediately, the skies exploded, as the glaive cluster munitions began to explode at the specific height of 200 metres before it seemed that the skies were blacked by some small black thing that fell onto the men. Suddenly, the submunitions that fell exploded in blossoms of light, sending shrapnel everywhere. The eruptions scythed through everyone, sparing none from footman to nobleman. All of them died before they even had a chance to see the enemy.

"What? What is going on!" yelled Duke jean-Philla, as his men began to die to even more of the explosion magic. It was relentless, stopping for mere seconds before it happened again, scything through more of his men. One of the explosions blossomed in the middle of the cavalry formation, instantly vaporising both rider and horse, the remainder falling to the ground with pained neighs. A few more grew near the siege machines, setting the lourian fire aflame, and causing more devastating secondary explosions and destroying the remaining dry supplies.

Many more explosions began targeting specific areas, from tents to storage areas, many of the blasts began hitting the siege engine depots, breaking the battering rams and smashing up the trebuchets, and in the process, throwing wooden splinters and rocks into the siege engineers who were hiding behind cover, before mortar shells slammed into the ground and exploded, killing most of them. 

The explosions churned the ground and began to wreak havoc in the camp, slowly but surely demolishing it, as the deeper thuds resounded again and quite possibly hit the camp again.

But as the camp was being destroyed, the enemy had not forgotten about the infantry and calvary. The devastation wrought in the fire and metal was deadly to anyone caught within the crossfire, as screams of rage, pain and anger were silenced by the wooshing of rockets, and the whistles of howitzer shells and mortar shells

Duke Jean-Philla fell to his knees, shocked at the devastation. The other lords whom he had known, the entire army, from the footmen to the cavalry troopers, had all been eviscerated long before they had ever seen the enemy. Where was the honour in all of that? This was... slaughter!